#he was all like - here sir is your *well done* steak

[paperultra]

service with a smile!

Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader Word Count: 1,726 words Warnings: Swearing, violence, verbally/physically abusive customer, reader has a brief panic attack

eccedentesiast (noun): someone who fakes a smile

It’s six-thirty in the evening at the Baratie. The customers are ravenous, the kitchen is in the weeds, and you’re wearing a snake-like trail into the floor of the restaurant delivering drinks and dishes when the sound of snapping fingers pricks your ears.

“Waiter!”

Twisting your neck around, you spot the man at table four waving you over.

You quickly make your way to him with a bright smile. “Yes? What can I do for you?”

The man gestures to the plate in front of him, disgust clear on his face. “I said I wanted my steak medium-well.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, sir,” you reply. Leaning over slightly to check, your eyebrows knit together as you stare at the slice of meat pushed to the edge of the plate. “… It seems to be medium-well, though?”

“No,” he snaps. Light glints sharply off the many rings on his fingers as he pointedly prods at the center of the slice with his knife. “It still has some pink in it, see? I can’t eat this.”

“Well, sir,” you mentally roll your eyes up to the ceiling, though your gaze remains attentive and apologetic, “Here in our restaurant, medium-well steak will still have a little bit of pink. We could bring it back to the kitchen and have it cooked until it’s well done, if you’d like. It’d take no more than five minutes.”

“I don’t like well done steak. It’s too dry.”

Oh, god.

“I see. Well, we could still bring it back to the kitchen and see what the cooks can do.”

The man clicks his tongue. “Fucking hell.” Sneering, he drops his steak knife and pushes the plate towards you. “Fine. Go. I’m not paying if you guys fuck it up again.”

“We’ll do our best.” Fuck you.

Nodding deferentially, you scoop up the plate and head off to the kitchen, smiling all the while.

“Carne!” you announce after you kick open the door, setting the steak on the pass and leaning over to catch the attention of the rotisseur. “Customer at table four says your steak is shit.”

“What?!”

“He wants it medium-well with no pink at all.” Carne swears and stomps over to fetch the steak. A slight movement in the corner catches your eye, and you look over at Sanji, who’s already looking at you as he pulls his suit jacket on. “Hey, chef.” A genuine grin stretches your face. “The old man kick you off the line again?”

“He slated my mixed paella,” Sanji replies, no small amount of irritation in his voice. It melts away quickly as he smirks and sends a wink your way. “But I’ll be seeing more of you out there, so maybe I should count my blessings.”

“There’s certainly one at table four right now.” Balancing three plates for table seven on one arm, you grab the fourth with your free hand.

Sanji hurries to hold the door open for you, frowning through the thank-you that flies from your mouth. “What else did they say?” he asks seriously. “Do they need to be kicked out?”

Despite the rush, your heart finds the time to skip a beat.

“Nah, not yet,” you assure. “Now hurry up!”

“[Y/n] –”

“Bye!”

As you pass him, your head held high, you hear Sanji sigh and chuckle in resignation.

You deliver the plates and check back with guests who have already gotten their food before returning to the kitchen. Table four’s well done medium-well steak with no pink is on the pass already when you go in, freshly garnished and by all appearances even more gorgeous than before.

Raising your eyebrows, you whistle. “Thanks, Carne! Love you!” you shout over the din of cooks before grabbing the plate.

“Kiss my ass!”

You laugh. One of the other waiters wishes you luck and pats your back as you exit.

You waste only a brief moment just outside the kitchen to take a deep breath and scan the restaurant. Sanji is at the far end, refilling waters and likely charming the eyelashes off a table of giggling young women. You’d kill to be on either side right now.

Closing your eyes, you recite the Baratie’s fourth employee guideline and then smile, stepping out into the dining area and walking over to table four.

The customer is God.

“Here you go, sir,” you say, placing the plate before him. “I’m sor –”

“This looks like shit.” The man hardly glances at the steak Carne had so painstakingly reprepared, choosing instead to glare at you. “I waited five whole minutes for this?”

The customer. Is. God.

Your teeth hurt. “Our rotisseur put in his best work to fix the mistake.”

“Well, he should be fired on the spot.”

“If you would just try it –”

The man suddenly slams his fist on the table and stands up, his face red, grabbing the attention of the surrounding guests as he throws the plate onto the ground.

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, WAITER!”

His hairy, meaty hand seizes the collar of your uniform.

Your perfect smile slips off your face.

“Get your hand off of me.”

The man doesn’t listen. He raises his other fist and swings it at your mouth instead.

You pull him down and knee him in the face before he even realizes that you’ve dodged.

Crunch. Warm blood splatters over your carefully ironed slacks.

“Augh!”

The man’s hands fly up to his nose. You shove him face-down to the ground and press your knee into his back, yanking his head up by his hair.

“I asked you to taste your fucking steak,” you breathe, tightening your grip. “I didn’t ask you to FUCKING TOUCH ME. OKAY?”

His groan bubbles quietly through bloodied teeth.

Your ears ring. You’re cold and your head is numb and your heart is racing, and you’re breathing, but it feels like you’re not getting enough air. You don’t move a muscle.

Above you, muffled and buried underwater, someone calls out your name.

A hand rubs your back gently. Your name is murmured again, and you finally blink, slowly twisting around to look up at Sanji.

“I think he got the message, sweetheart. Come on. The old man’ll take care of the rest.”

He places his hand over yours, coaxing you to let go of the man’s hair. It hurts, but you do it, and Sanji helps you stand afterwards.

“Come on,” he whispers. “We’ll wash dishes together until you feel better.”

“You’re supposed to be waiting tables,” you mumble. Your mouth is dry.

“You know I hate doing that anyway.”

He tucks you underneath his arm. You push your face into the front of his suit and smell the traces of his last smoke break as he guides you to the kitchen.

Washing dishes is a ritual you’ve had since you were a kid. While Sanji’s punishments had been anything that prevented him from cooking or flirting, yours were limited to washing dishes. You loathed the chore, and Zeff took note and made sure to stick you at the sinks whenever you got into trouble. You’d curse and splash and generally be a pain in the ass to the rest of the kitchen, but you scrubbed the dishes pretty damn well, and within an hour or two your anger would fizzle out and you’d be back to your usual self.

Over time, the chore became something that grounded you whenever you weren’t feeling too hot. It kept your hands busy, and sometimes Sanji would join you to chat and complain until Zeff decided that the two of you were just a little too happy in his kitchen and kicked one or both of you out.

“Washing or drying?” Sanji asks. He had tossed his jacket somewhere while you were thinking and is now holding out an apron for you to take.

“Washing.” You slip the apron on and roll up your sleeves.

Nobody bothers you or Sanji as you start working. You use a generous amount of soap, let the water heat up until it almost scalds your skin, and scrub each plate and bowl and utensil and glass until they’re better than new. Then you hand it off to Sanji, who carefully dries each item and puts them aside.

Eventually, you find your voice again.

“Sorry you had to come over and get me. I thought I could handle it.”

“No, I should’ve been there before it got too bad. I’m sorry.” Sanji meets your eyes, and his gaze softens into something sad. “What happened?”

Your shrug is so small you almost don’t feel it. “I was fine when he was yelling at me. But when he grabbed me by the collar, I just – I dunno. It surprised me real bad.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“No. Just wrinkled my shirt.” You bend your knee, feeling the stiffness of dried blood on your slacks, and pout. “And stained my pants.”

“He didn’t even land a hit, at the very least,” Sanji says. A corner of his mouth tilts up. “I’ve got to say, I’m quite impressed.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Really? I impressed Black Leg Sanji by kneeing a customer in the face?”

“It’s the first time I’ve seen you fight a customer. You usually calm them right down.”

“Well, this one was a real shitbag. I’m surprised I haven’t had to do it sooner, to be honest.”

He shakes his head. “It shouldn’t be something you should ever have to do,” he tells you. “Not while I’m here. If I ever see that bastard again, I swear I’ll kill him.”

“My hero,” you say with a smile, kicking up one foot.

Sanji winks at you and, with towel and dish in hand, leans over slightly to kiss the side of your head. It’s an innocent and playful thing he’s started doing as of late, and it certainly has no underlying meaning whatsoever, so you make a show of scrunching up your face like you always do. You swear that your face only feels hot because of the steam.

“Until my dying breath,” he says softly.

Oh. It’s not so funny anymore.

You flick bubbles at him and resume washing the dishes. Sanji grins and resumes drying, and if you scoot closer until you feel his arm brush yours with every movement, well – that’s nobody’s business but yours.

#aesthetic words prompt list #opla #one piece #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #opla sanji #one piece live action #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #i've never worked at a restaurant rip #but to be fair the baratie lets the staff beat up terrible customers so accuracy doesn't have to be a priority here right ?? #live chef reaction while sanji and reader wash dishes lol

[cwritesforfun]

The Bear: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x Fem!Reader: Anxiety Attacks & Rude Customers

You work at the Bear as the hostess and Sydney is your best friend. You've always had anxiety and things have been more anxious than normal. **TW: Anxiety & Anxiety Attack (YES, the plot has changed.) Y/N = Your Name

Y/N's POV

It's Friday, which means only two more shifts this week left. You arrive 10 minutes early and start putting stuff in your locker. Sydney arrives and does the same next to you while asking, "Feeling any better today?" You answer, "No, I just can't help how overwhelmed everything is making me. I can't shake this feeling." She replies, "You could take a break. You could've called in sick. The other hosts could've covered your shift." You shrug and reply, "I'll be fine." You notice Carmy standing near Sydney, he makes brief eye contact with you before looking away, and he says, "Hey, sorry to bother you both. Sydney, I need to see you in my office after you're ready." Sydney answers, "Yes chef." Carmy then walks off.

You help clean the dining room and run last-minute checks with Richie. When done, service starts and it's going well. It helps you take your mind off your crazy brain. You're currently in graduate school for management with a focus on hospitality and working at the Bear to make a little money to pay tuition. Work and graduate school together are not for the weak. You feel dragged out and worn out and what's worse, you feel so alone and like you have no friends, except for Sydney. It's getting to be a lot.

You hear your name and see a male customer visibly drunk standing in front of you. You ask, "Yes, how may I help you?" He slams his hand on the podium in front of you and says, "This is the worst service I've ever received! First, I ask for medium rare steak and I get it medium. The chef won't make it right and I've already returned it twice. And now, you didn't hear a word I said before and you're the worst host!" HARSH WTF!?!?! Your hand starts to shake a little, you move it out of the way, and you reply, "Sir, I'm ... I'm so sorry you were not pleased with the service you received here today. I can speak to my manager about what kind of compensation I can offer you. If that's alright with you, I will go find them and bring them to your table." The man says, "Fine. Be quick. I have another place to be soon." You nod, ask Fak to cover the host stand, and walk off to the back to find Richie.

You find Richie talking with Carmy and you say, "Richie, I need you in the dining room. A customer is saying that he returned a dish twice and it wasn't what he ordered. He also complained about the service and asked to speak to my manager." Carmy asks, "Does this man look intoxicated and have a stupid mustache that takes up half of his face?" You answer, "Yes chef." Carmy asks, "What exactly did he tell you?" You tell him the conversation word for word all while your hands keep shaking and Richie says, "I'm going to go punch him in the face." Carmy replies, "Not if I do it first. I hate his type of customer and him." You ask, "So, what should I tell him?" Richie sighs and says, "Y/N, return to the host stand and I'll deal with it. Carmy, the only question I have is was it cooked medium rare?" Carmy answers, "Yes, and I don't mess up cousin." Richie nods and says, "Ok." You return to the host stand and you watch Richie go over to the customer. You let Faz get back to his position and you stand behind the podium. You look down at your hand and it's shaking a little bit. You take a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself. Your knee starts bouncing and you start taking more deep breaths. You have a break soon and if you can hold it together until then, you can try to ride out your anxiety attack on your break instead of at the podium.

You notice Richie escorting the drunk customer out with his friends and the man turns to you, slams his hands on the podium, and says, "I hope this is as far as you get in life! You're the worst hostess I've ever seen!" Richie says, "Sir, if you don't leave right now, I will call the police." The man turns to Richie and says, "I'm leaving, but you will hear from my lawyers." The man then leaves the building. You let out the breath you'd been holding in and sigh. The worst hostess?! I'm not bad. I want to get beyond this in life. What ... what did he mean that his lawyers would be in contact with us? Are you going to need a lawyer? Damn is that going to require a loan? Where are you going to find the money?

You hear your name and you see Richie standing in front of you. You exclaim, "Yeah, uh Richie, what's wrong?" He answers, "I was asking how you were and I can tell you're not doing well. I think you should take your twenty-minute break right now. Faz can cover the front. But, please just go out back for the break. I don't know if that customer is still out front or not." You nod and walk to the back. You push open the door to the kitchen and you walk straight to your locker. You open it and dig through your bag to only find an empty pill bottle. You forgot to bring more anxiety pills. You slam your head on the locker and say, "SHIT!" You leave your head on the locker and start crying. It's all too much.

You feel someone tap your arm and see Carmy standing there. He says, "Uh you can rest in my office for your break if you want to. I don't think you should go outside for your own safety. Richie says the customer is still lingering outside." You nod and say, "Thanks. I'll do that." You put the bottle back in your bag, lock your locker, and go to Carmy's office. You set a timer on your phone for 20 minutes, sit on the ground against the wall, curl your knees to your chest, put your head down, and your arms around your head. You let yourself shake and cry. You try calling your mom, but she must be busy. It'll be over soon.

You hear your timer turn off, you wipe your eyes and take one more deep breath. You leave the office, shove your phone in your bag, and return to the host stand.

Once work is done, you grab your work and walk off quickly without stopping to talk to anyone.

Carmy's POV

After work, I watch Y/N go back to the back and leave immediately. She doesn't even stop to talk to Sydney. Something is wrong. I wish I could help her. I care about her, probably more than I should.

I walk up to Sydney and say, "Hey, uh can I talk to you for a second?" She nods and follows me to my office. I close the door and say, "What I say cannot be repeated to anyone." Sydney replies "Yes chef." I reply, "For the next few minutes, say Carmy." She replies, "Ok Carmy. You're worrying me now." I say, "This is awkward, but... I care for Y/N and I'm not as close to her as I would like. But, I want to be close to her. I ... I'm worried about her. Tonight was tough and I could tell that even before service started, she was stressed about something. I want to check up on her, but I don't know where she lives. I want to bring her something to cheer her up and check on her." She replies, "Wow that was not what I expected for you to say... oh but it was nice to hear that you care about her. I ... um... I don't think I should be giving you relationship advice. But, I do know where she lives and do know that she likes those new caramel tarts that Marcus has been making. If you took her one and just told her that you wanted to drop off a sweet treat, she would probably let you in. She might open up to you, but I know she's going through a lot right now and I don't know her level of trust with you. Just be careful with her please." I nod and reply, "I promise." She gives me Y/N's address and I get Marcus to make a caramel tart for one to go. I slip my jacket on and leave work.

I arrive at Y/N's apartment and park in a visitor spot. I press call next to Y/N's spot in my contacts and wait.

(( Start of conversation)) Y - You & C - Carmy Y - Hello? Chef? C - Hey Y/N, I know it's after work and everything, but you left and I didn't want Marcus' caramel tarts to go to waste. Sydney gave me your address and I wanted to drop one off to you. I just parked in a visitor spot at your place. Is that okay? Can I drop it off? Y - Oh... um thanks for bringing it. I'll be right down. Just stay there. C - Okay. Y - Okay. See you in a minute. (( End of conversation))

Y/N's POV

Carmy is bringing you a caramel tart?! Yeah today is a weird one. Good news is you talked to your mom and finally were able to calm down for the first time in days. A caramel tart also sounds really good. But why is Carmy here?! You're still confused. You need to talk to Sydney about why she gave out your address. He's your boss, but still, what did he say to get her address out of Sydney?

You leave the apartment building and see Carmy leaning against his car looking at his feet. God, he's hot right now. Shit, don't think like that. THAT IS YOUR BOSS! Omg you just realized that he came straight after he got off work and you're in your pajamas with a hoodie over it. Welp at least you're dressed appropriately.

You walk up to him and exclaim, "Thanks for the dessert dropoff, chef." Carmy replies, "No problem and call me Carmy outside of work." You reply, "Ok Carmy." He hands over the tart and he says, "This area is nice. I've never really walked around this area before." You ask, "Really? It's really nice in the afternoon when the sun hits at the park across the street. It's so nice. I recommend going one day." He answers, "Yeah maybe I will... Y/N, how are you doing after that customer tonight? I know he said some hurtful things to everyone, but especially to you." You point to your right and ask, "Could we sit on that bench to talk about this?" He nods and follows you over there. You open the tart and take a bite. This is so good. Wow. You exclaim, "That customer tonight was rude. You know what was said. He was drunk and not in his right mind. I was very anxious all this week and that just was the last straw for me. It broke me. I didn't have any more of my anxiety medication in my work bag and my mom didn't answer my call. I usually talk to her to calm down or I take meds and sit by myself. I had neither. When I got back here, my mom called me and I took my meds. I am feeling a lot better mentally actually." You take another bite of the tart and Carmy says, "I'm glad you're feeling better. I get anxious too. I still can't control my anxiety. If you ever feel like that at work again, please tell me. You can sit in my office anytime you feel that way and someone can cover your spot while you take a break. I mean it. My office door is always open for you. And if you need someone to talk to, whether it is me or Sydney, I'll make sure one of us can be there for you." You reply, "Thank you Carmy. That is very thoughtful of you." He yawns and says, "I better head to my place. I still have to get up early tomorrow. Thank you for opening up to me and sharing something so vulnerable." You reply, "Thanks for listening and for the tart." He smiles and says, "Anytime, Y/N." You ask, "May I give you a hug? I feel like this conversation and gesture call for one?" He answers, "Yes you may." You both hug before he leaves in his car. Part Two and Part Three... coming soon

#the bear imagine #carmy the bear #the bear hulu #the bear #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto #the bear fx #carmen berzatto

[strangersteddierthings]

Steve, Gareth and Chrissy are cousins AU (sad edition) [prologue] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Final Part]

He knows he promised Robin he wouldn't smoke anymore, but honestly, he thinks he's earned this one. Saving Eddie from his stupidity had been a full time job that still amounted to Steve getting a repeat chow down from the goddamn bats. Not that Eddie made it out much better, but fuck, if Steve hadn't been here to keep Eddie in the trailer for the extra five minutes, all of Eddie would look like hamburger instead of his sides looking like steak (all of those five minutes spent fucking wrestling each other while Dustin kept screaming at him to stop Eddie, don't you fucking dare let him out that door, Steve).

Not that Eddie had won the wrestling match, Steve wasn't joking when he said he knew Eddie wouldn't be able to overpower him. Instead, Eddie'd given up, rag-dolled in Steve's grip with a quiet sob.

"Steve, I have to. I have to make sure they have enough time. That's my uncle!"

And yeah, Steve was surprised to learn Wayne isn't his dad, but that took a backseat to the new issue wiggling its way into his brain. Vecna had taken Chrissy. Had threaten to add Gareth to that list. The fear of losing the only family you have... "Fine. But we go together. A loop around the park and back here. I swear to God, Munson, if you get us killed, I'm ruining your afterlife."

"What!? Steve, no! Steve!" Dustin screams above them.

"As if we'd end up in the same afterlife," Eddie had huffed.

And it had worked well, until the end there. Eddie went down, tripped over a dropped bike just yards from the front door of his home, and Steve couldn't leave him there to become bat dinner. They'd held their own, barely, and then the bats had started dropping.

They'd exchanged startled looks before bursting into hysterical laughter of relief that only slowed when Dustin came busting through door, screaming at them some more.

So, yes, Steve earned this cigarette, which Eddie had climbed the sheets to fetch a pack from the stash in his room. He'd offered to bring a joint back if Steve wanted but he'd declined that, citing Dustin as his excuse. He doesn't feel like having to explain why he doesn't get high anymore, especially since he used to be a frequent customer back in the day. Goddamn Russians under Starcourt.

Eddie and he sit on the porch, side by side, and watch the horizon for any sign of Wayne, Robin, or Nancy.

The monster falls from the attic, and they all advance to look down at the smoldering body. "You girls go down and confirm he's dead."

"Yes sir," Nancy says while he hears Robin mutter, "confirm!?"

He waits for the girls to be down the stairs before he draws his pistol and takes aim. The burning has slowed, and with as much buckshot is in the bastard, he should be dead. But Wayne follows his training anyway. He takes aim, and fires three shots in a row. The first lands next to Vecna's head, and he sees the body startle, but the next two land true, and there's no movement after that.

The girls appear soon after and he watches as Nancy pulls his matching pistol out with no hesitation and doesn't even flinch as she fires point blank.

Well, he's certainly dead now.

Wayne joins them shortly. Vecna's dead, for sure, but the girls hesitate. "What's wrong?"

"It always comes back," Nancy says, "I just. What if it's not done? What if Vecna wasn't the source? If there is something worse out there? What if he's just faking it?"

"Whoa," Robin says, placing a hand on Nancy's arm slowly, both girls tracking the movement, like Nancy's a wild animal. "I am the one who freaks out like this, so you can't be doing that, because then what will I do?"

That gets a laugh out of Nancy. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right."

"What'll make you feel better about this situation?" Wayne asks.

"I don't... How do we know he's dead?" Nancy replies.

"Well, he's a man, ain't he? Magic or not, ain't no man survivin' what we just did to him."

"Sure, he was a guy once but now he's. Look at him!" Robin flaps a hand in the direction of the body without looking at it.

Wayne does look down at him. He doesn't much resemble any person Wayne's used to seeing, but he's distinctly human. Still, the girl's going to worry. "Right. Well, someone give me a hatchet. I'll remove his head."

Robin reaches for her hatchet, the one Steve gave her, but something predatory reflects in Nancy's eyes and she reaches for the hatchet first.

"I'll do it," Wayne says, "you shouldn't have to. You already killed 'im."

Nancy just looks at him. The girl looking back isn't a girl anymore. She looks as hardened and haunted as any other vet he knows. "I got this."

Wayne reaches for Robin instead, pulling her into him so she doesn't watch. He does, though. Watches as Nancy raises the hatchet up and brings it down on Vecna's skull with a scream filled with grief and anguish and repeats that process again and again and again.

The ambulance doesn't have room for all of them, so Lucas, and Max shuffle into the back of Chief Powell's police car. Erica climbs into the ambulance with Gareth in it. Lucas doesn't know what Gareth did to earn Erica's loyalty and worry in such a short amount of time but he also isn't thinking too hard about it.

Chief Powell follows the ambulances to the hospital. Ambulances because there is one for Gareth, and one for Jason Carver.

Jason. Who had shown up with a gun and pointed it at him. Gareth, who'd taken that shot instead and-

"Hey," Max says in a whisper, squeezing his hand hard, pulling him from his own mind. "Hey. They said you did good. That you bought Gareth time. Like... like, hopefully, we did. For..."

"We had to of. It can't be for nothing," Lucas whispers back.

They arrive at the hospital, where Erica and Max are given a look over, since Erica was tackled by a boy twice her size and Max was limping down the stairs after the paramedics. Erica has a scrape on her arm where she landed on a rock, and Max's ankle is sprained, but otherwise they're fine.

They get shuffled into the waiting room, where Chief Powell stands guard while their parents are on the way to collect them. They do get left to themselves, so they brave talking in public.

"El was there," Max confesses, voice low. "She found me and was fighting him. I don't know if she got to finish him. Or if they did."

"I don't like not knowing," Lucas says.

"They had help," Erica says, causing Max and Lucas to whip their heads to her. "I followed Gareth to the payphone. He wasn't calling his mom. He called Eddie's uncle instead. Said he could help them."

"He what?"

"Shhh!" Erica shushes him, looking around the empty waiting room before leveling a glare at him. "I know, okay. But Steve's not a real adult and we needed a real adult."

"Steve's a real adult."

"Sure," Erica agrees, using the tone that Lucas knows means she doesn't agree. "He's also the guy that sacrificed himself to the Russians and had to be saved by Dustin and me, and it hasn't even been a full year since then. So, hopefully having a real adult made him not take stupid risks."

"Well, we'll just have to wait to find out," Max says, then adds, "do you think Chief Powell will let me go with you guys when my mom doesn't show up?"

Gareth is released from the hospital into his parent's custody two days after getting shot. He is a little surprised the hospital stay was so short -he was fucking shot- but with no organs hit, Gareth was released after minor surgery to remove the bullet and a full day of monitoring him.

It's been a whirlwind. Police wanting statements, and his parents screaming at the police every time they show up to get those statements, that they're pressing charges on Jason as soon as possible. (Which might not happen, because Jason hasn't woken up yet.) The kids come in and out, and he gets to learn that the only person dead in the Upside Down is Vecna. Robin looks very haunted as she says it, but he can imagine that killing a telekinetic wizard is a haunting ordeal.

Steve makes an appearance at his beside and lies to his parents, claims he was out of town and got back to hear the messages on the machine too late for Chrissy's funeral but just in time to hear about Gareth getting shot. Gareth lets him have the lie. How can he explain to his parents that Steve wasn't at the funeral because he was too busy hunting down Chrissy's real killer?

Before he leaves, he asks if Gareth wants to come over, once he's well enough to.

It takes Gareth three more days from his hospital release before his parents agree to drop him off at Steve's. They're worried for both him and Steve. They know there's been a rift in their friendship, and his mom sniffles when she says she's so sad that it took Chrissy's death to reunite them again.

He's not going to say it out loud, but Gareth's sad about it, too.

His dad doesn't walk him to the front door but it's a near thing. He does sit in the driveway until Steve answers the door and gives him a wave. Even then, Gareth doesn't hear the car leaving until he's beyond the threshold of Steve's house.

Steve lets him sit on the couch before apologies and explanations start pouring from him.

"Gareth, I'm so fucking sorry. For everything. For pulling away, and staying away, and also for ever agreeing to act like we weren't cousins to begin with. I should-"

"Steve, shut the fuck up."

And Steve does. Blinks at him, surprised.

"I don't care. None of that matters. You were- fuck, how long have you known about this? About monsters and shit?"

"Since, uh, since '83. With Will Byers and Ba-Barb Holland... They weren't just missing."

"Was that... related to the other dimension?"

"Yeah. A demogorgon took 'em. Will got away. Barb didn't."

"And it's been like... a yearly thing?"

"Yeah. I didn't want you or Chrissy involved, and look what good that did."

"Dude, I'm involved because of Eddie. I didn't go looking for you."

"Chrissy's dead because of me!" Steve shouts, "I pulled away! And we- I tried to reconnect and it wasn't enough. Chrissy was struggling and she didn't tell me."

"She didn't tell me, either," Gareth says, voice quiet and even. "Is it my fault she's dead, too?"

"What? No, of course not."

"We reconnected. Last year," Gareth confesses. "Hung out every weekend until she got with Jason. Then it was less, once a month about. But we talked, were friendly. And she didn't tell me what was bothering her. It's not your fault any more than mine."

Steve's pinched face says how much he wants to argue, and because he's Steve, he opens his mouth and argues verbally, too, "I knew about the Upside Down! I should have told you guys. Warned you about it!"

"Dustin said you guys didn't know Vecna existed until this year. What would you have warned about? The Demogorgon I've heard about but never saw?"

"Well, they were in Russia this time, apparently, so-"

"What do you mean they were in Russia!?"

"Oh, uh, not important right now. But. I just..." Steve huffs and deflates against the couch. "I thought I was doing the right thing. For you, and for Chrissy. By keeping you at arm's length. Pretending I didn't know either of you. And then it wasn't pretend! I don't know you, not anymore. But I... You got hurt anyway. And- and Vecna had said- Fuck!"

Gareth blinks at him. "Hey. You did your best. We were safe for years, and it's. This situation is shit, and fuck, we'll miss Chrissy the rest of our lives, but she'd want us to keep living, right? Even if you think you didn't know her anymore, you have to know that. So, fuck whatever Vecna told you in your head. Whatever it was, it's not true."

And that. That makes Steve sob. A full, loud, choked noise before he curls in on himself, shaking his head. "It is true. He said- he made all of you say- and it's true but the truth is-isn't e-even the worst of it."

Gareth scooches down the couch to rub awkwardly on Steve's back. "Um. It's. He lies, right? Twists things in your mind to make them worse. That's what Max said wh-"

The mention of Max brings out a whole other sad, wailing noise from Steve and Gareth is not equipped to handle this. He needs Robin. Or Dustin. "Hey, hey. It's okay. Shhh. Shhhh..."

He keeps shh-ing until Steve's sad noises gives way to a hiccuping laugh.

"You're shit at this comfort thing," Steve says.

Gareth snatches his hand back, offended. "Well, fuck you, too."

Steve looks at him, eyes red but otherwise looking like regular, snarky Steve. "Hey. Are we... okay?"

"Man, I forgave everything when Vecna was giving you that shit vision, or whatever. Nancy told me it was Vecna's curse and I just. I thought you were gonna die. All the anger left. I thought it might come back but I'm still just glad you're alive. So, yeah. We're okay. Friends again?"

Steve nods, smile a little watery. "Alright. Then, can I tell you a secret? I haven't even told Robin yet."

"Shit, dude, spill. I love secrets."

"I- I think I like guys, the same as girls."

"Good for you man," Gareth says easily.

Steve looks at him like he's surprised. "That's it? Your- it's okay? That I do?"

"I'm not the police of you," Gareth scoffs, "whatever makes you happy, dude."

"Cool. Cool," Steve nods to himself, then looks at the time on the clock. "Oh, shit. We're late."

"Late? To what?" Gareth asks.

"Well, just to going to the basement. But it's an important basement trip, so come on."

"Are you going to murder me now that I know your deepest secret?"

"I will if you keep talking about it," Steve says as he stands from the couch, heading towards the door to the basement. "Seriously. The surprise down there involves people so you cannot say shit once I open this door."

"Got it. Wait. People!?"

The surprise, it turns out, is Eddie and Wayne. Eddie, still wanted while someone works on clearing his name, has been hiding here with Steve apparently, and Wayne comes and goes, but is here to thank Gareth for calling him. Wayne seems to be under the impression that if Gareth hadn't, he would have lost Eddie forever.

Steve is avoiding Max. Hopper has come back from the dead. The Hopper-Byers have moved back to Hawkins. Eddie has been cleared of all charges thanks to government intervention and many eye-witnesses putting Jason Carver at the scene of all crimes (does not help that the police found him holding Patrick's body, nor that he can dispute the chargers, what with being brain-dead, possibly. Still comatose for sure). Wayne and Eddie have moved into a little duplex near the Hendersons.

All these things happened before Steve spoke with Max.

He'd still be avoiding her if it wasn't her on his doorstep currently, two months post-Vecna. He was expecting Dustin when he pulled the door open in annoyance. "Max."

"Steve."

"I-what-why are- do you want to come in?" Steve asks, wincing at himself.

Max rolls her eyes. "No. I just have something to say to you before I head to El's."

"Ah."

"I forgive you. But I'm still..." Max pauses, breathing harshly through her nose as if mad at the situation. Or Steve. That would be fair. "I'm still hurt, but I get it, so I forgive you."

Steve swallows. "He told you. Didn't he?"

"Vecna? Yeah. Said he asked you to pick, and you picked me," Max says it, so matter of fact. The grass is green. Sky is blue. Steve would rather Max die than Gareth.

"You shouldn't forgive me until I apologize."

"No, don't think I want to hear it. 'Cause here's the thing, Steve. I get it. Billy was awful, and I hated him, hate him so fucking much. But if he were still alive? If he were, and Vecna said him or you. I'd give you to Vecna. And it's fucked up, hell, it's worse than the choice you were given! At least Gareth is worth having a life, getting to live, and Billy's not but. Like I said. I get it."

Steve is stunned to silence. He doesn't know what to say, or if there's anything he can say. Doesn't really have it in him to call her on all her cussing either, because if any kid has earned swearing around him, it's Max. "Max. I am sor-"

"DON'T!" she shouts, "I'm not ready to hear it yet! I'm hurt, and I- that might take a while to change or whatever. But. I know you. So, I have to tell you that I forgive you. Or, like, I will one day. It was a shit choice to be forced to make. I get it. So, just take the forgiveness and quit avoiding me while walking around like a kicked puppy. It's unbecoming and I'm never going to really forgive you if you avoid me."

"Ok. Alright. No more avoiding."

"Good. You still got that letter I wrote you?"

"Oh. Uh, yeah. Do you... want it back?"

"No. I want you to read it after I've actually forgiven you, and not a second sooner. Okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, okay."

"Good," and she turns on heel and heads down the drive to a car Steve doesn't recognize, and realizes it's because he's never seen it. The driver is Max's mom, and she gives a small wave to Steve when they make eye contact. At least until Max bats her mom's hand out of the air and then must say something that makes her mom laugh.

Steve stands in his doorway and watches them drive away.

Max is hurt, and that's his fault. But she's not mad at him, so that's great. Max is a woman of her word, so Steve thinks that one day, they might be good again. One day, he'll be able to look her in the eye and not feel like the scum on the earth.

Until then, he'll be okay. Gareth's back in his life, he has a new crushfriend in Eddie Munson, and Robin and he have been gotten even closer since he told her he likes boys, specifically one boy at least.

Chrissy is gone, and Steve will always mourn that. Will probably always feel like it's his fault, deep down. But he's got reasons to make it to each new day, and that has to count for something.

#steve‚ gareth‚ and chrissy are cousins au #my fic #nancy gets to be a little feral. as a treat #whew! what a fun little fic to explore #pre steddie #because i couldnt make it be established here but just know that it happens eventually #i dont know the process for caring for bullet wounds so like dont come for me. i did four full seconds of googling isnt that enough?

[starfirewildheart]

Scars and Souvenirs 

Chapter 2

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 2,324

Rating: NO MINORS, NSFW under cut. Police yourself please, mentions of war, being a POW, death and animal abuse. A little more detail in this one. More abused animals rescued all happy endings I promise.

Sy texted Debbie for the tenth time. His Ma was still talking and didn't look to be slowing down anytime soon and he didn't want her doing all the work herself.

Sy: Sugar, come back to the house. Ma's still ramblin' a mile a minute and showing no signs of slowin' down. Got steaks marinating for dinner. We can put the round bales out tomorrow and I'll help you finish brushin' everyone down then.

Deb: You spend time with your mom. I got dis! I have one more thing to do and then I'm comin' to the house. I haven’t been alone all day anyway. I have a friend.

Sy: oh?

(Not my dog or my pic)

Deb: she said you better have some steak for her too!

"Austin, are you listening to me?" Sara Syverson scolded.

"Sorry," he told her sheepishly. " I'm trying to get Deb to stop for the day. She's been out there for hours."

"Well honey it's hard work taking care of animals, she needs to know that."

Sy's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. "What?"

"This animal rescue stuff is all her idea. She's spending your money and using you as a workhorse," she fussed. She loved her son and it broke her heart to see him used like this.

"Wait just a minute here, ma. I don't know what you're going on about but you are very wrong! This ranch was my dream and I asked her to join me.  When we heard about the horses being abused and sold for meat we BOTH wanted to rescue them, not just her." He moved to sit by her on the soda and took her hand. "I don't know why you don't like her or what's going on with you but you're blaming her for things that aren't her fault."

"You are with her 24/7. Is it too much to ask that you spend some time with your momma?" 

Sy cringed, "No of course not. I'm sorry," he hugged her as he tried to blink the tears from his eyes. "I never realized," his breath caught in his throat. "I'll do better, I promise."

The screen door banged open and Aika came bounding in jumping up on Sy sensing his anxiety. Debbie came in a few seconds later. "Wheew it's hot out there." She stopped in her tracks as she picked up on the heaviness in the room. "Is everything ok?" 

"Yea," Sy got up and hugged her. "We've just been catchin' up." She gave him a concerned look but didn't push. "Will you fix your famous potatoes for the grill before you take a shower sugar?"

Deb laughed. "Are you trying to say I smell, Sir?" She teased as she headed to the kitchen squeaking when he playfully smacked her ass.

"Ya reek sugar," he smirked as he got the foil out for her.

She could feel Sara's eyes on her as they moved around the kitchen, perfectly attuned to each other without even having to speak. She scrubbed her hands good then put some butter in a dish to melt in the microwave before moving to the sink to scrub the potatoes. Once that was done she retrieved the melted butter and started tearing off sheets of foil for each one. Brushing the potatoes all over with the butter  she then sprinkled them with sea salt, Italian herbs, garlic and onion powder then wrapped them all up tightly. "You sure that's all you want me to do?"

"Affirmative, get outta here." He smacked her ass again then grabbed her wrist and pulled her flush against him kissing her when she started to walk away. He took advantage of her soft gasp and deepened the kiss exploring her mouth and getting lost in the feeling of her pressed tight against him. They both nearly jumped out of their skin when his mom's voice rang out loudly. Deb hid her flushed face against his neck.

"It's getting late. Shouldn't you be starting dinner?" Sara sighed as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm gonna go clean up," She said, still blushing wildly. She didn't miss the disapproving look Sara shot her as she rushed out of the room.

~~~~~~♡~~~~~~

Sy watched as Deb flopped face first across the bed still fully dressed. He toed off his boots and laid down on his back beside, her resting his hand on her ass. 

" Mmmmm mmmmhm hummm." He laughed, "can't understand you with your face smashed in the mattress sugar." She turned her face toward him. "Your mom hates me"

"No, it's not you sugar, it's me. She's not been the same since I got stateside," he shrugged. "Guess her baby boy is too broken now." If the word 'D'fuq??' had a face Debbie was using it on him now and he couldn’t help the big belly laugh that escaped him.

"Austin Lee Syverson, that woman loves you more than life itself." She got to her hands and knees and straddled him pressing soft kisses on his lips and jaw. "And you, my love, are not broken. You are handsome, loving, passionate, strong, a leader, a hero." She punctuated each word with a kiss or a nip to his neck as she reached under his shirt and lightly ran her nails over his chest and stomach.

"Fuck", Sy moaned as she ground her core against his now hard bulge. "Way too many clothes," he growled before quickly stripping them both. This time he crawled on top of her with a wicked grin. He kissed his way down her body only stopping when he reached her shaved mound. "Mine," his growl was possessive. Since his return he was extremely possessive of her and didn't want anyone else even near her. He wanted the world to know she was his so he had started marking her by sucking or biting places and today it would be here.

He bent her legs and pushed them up to her chest, opening her beautiful flower to him. "So wet for me sugar. Look at you, already clinching, needing my cock."

"Please Sy," She mewled as she bucked up trying for his touch.

He quickly thrust three fingers knuckle deep into her while taking his left hand and exposing her hidden pearl before diving in and licking and sucking it.

"Oh fuck! Sy!" She circled her hips thrusting against his hand and mouth seeking that pleasure starting to build in her belly. The scruff on his face was leaving beard burn but she didn’t care Sy's mouth was a national treasure and the way he used suction and even a light scraping of teeth could make her cum in an instant. "Oh god!" She reached down and pushed his face harder against her throbbing pussy fucking up against his face until she cum with a scream, her body clenching and quivering, her legs shaking. As the throb started to die down she felt Sy's teeth sink in gently against her bare mound marking her causing her to his and yelp.

He licked the mark he'd made to soothe the ache before placing a kiss on the red mark already forming then crawled back up her body. "Mine."

"Only yours, always," She pulled him into a kiss, tasting herself on his tongue.

He kept her legs hitched up by his arms and rubbed his cock over her still sensitive folds before he started pressing inside her. They both moaned at the sensation."So fuckin' tight. Your body is made for me, sugar. Fits like a fuckin glove."

Debbie clinched around him as he filled her almost to full, the final push making her feel like she was going to burst leaving her panting. "So big baby. So full." She was beyond the ability to string words together at this point much less form sentences.

Always the best at what he does, Sy moved slowly at first. Slow, languid thrusts while he circled his hips. After her third orgasm clamped down on him he couldn’t hold back any more and started pounding into her. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, the wet sound of her juices leaking out around him and the cock drunk look of bliss on her face and he felt his balls start to draw up tight and his dick swell even more. "One more sugar. Give me one more. I wanna feel you milking me when I cum!" Reaching between them he started rubbing her clit and soon they were both falling apart crying out each other's names as he collapsed on top of her. He laid there a minuet before slipping out of her and rolling to his side pulling her against him. "I love you."

Deb snuggled to his side and pressed a kiss to his chest. "Love to Sy."

~~~~~~♡~~~~~~

A few days had passed and things were normal on the ranch. Deb had been researching an upcoming auction while Sy was trying to find a home for a mare and her foal that were ready for a family. "The Winston's are going to take them," he smiled happily.

"That’s wonderful. Their little girl will have a ball with the foal."

He walked over to her desk and sat on the edge of it. "Any prospects? "

"A few, sadly. There are a lot of rumors about a stallion that was beaten and abused to the point no one could even approach him then left uncared for. I read that his hooves are so overgrown they are curled around his feet."

"Damn," he shook his head. "I'll have the farrier and the vet on stand-by for Friday morning. Hopefully we can get him calm enough to give him some help right away."

"Sometimes I just really hate people."

He kissed the top of her head and hugged her.  "There are a few good ones out there still."

"So What you're saying is I can't break 'em all and make' em snap like glow sticks or push 'em down the stairs like slinkies?" She asked innocently. 

He flashed his crooked grin. "Just a few of the many reasons I love ya."

"Life will never be boring with me."

"That’s for damn sure," he chuckled. "Do we have everything we need in case this storm front is as bad as they think it's gonna be?" It was that season where bad weather could knock the power for days due to floods, wind and debris and they were calling for a bad one to start late tonight or early in the morning. 

"Animal's food and backup water supply is safely stored and ready. Aika had plenty of food and treatos. I stocked up on food and supplies for us yesterday and incase shit really hits the fan we gave the lovely MRE's hidden in the closet." They both cringed at the thought. "We filled the sandbags and got them ready the day before yesterday and we picked up three gerri cans of fuel for the generators. We are about as set as we are gonna be." She could see the crease between his brows and that he was chewing at his bottom lip which were all warnings of anxiety building in him. She reached over and put her hand on his thigh giving it a gentle squeeze. "You worried sweetheart?"

He took her hand in both of his. She could always tell if even the slightest thing was off with him. She and she alone was the reason that he made it through his POW recovery and the loss of his men. She spent weeks just holding him while he screamed and cried fighting tortures who were no longer there physically but in his mind were electrocuting him, beating him, breaking his bones, stabbing him, burning him, trying to drown him and killing his men and torturing them in front of him because he was an officer and they wanted information. He shook the thoughts from his mind when he felt her hands on his face and saw her standing in front of him. "No, I'm not worried about the storm sugar."

"Then what's going on up here? " She softly tapped his forehead. 

"Ma needs me to come by and put some sand bags by her back door and put the shutters on her windows."

"Ok." She wasn't sure why he'd be upset by that. "I'll grab my shoes."

"She wants me to come alone."

Ah, there it was. Sy hadn't spent more than 20 minutes without Debbie where she could get to him quickly since he landed in Germany.  She was his anchor. According to the army shrink, just the same way that sounds, smells and other things could trigger PTSD her voice, her scent and her touch helped ground him and pull him back. "I can go and wait in the truck," She offered.

He pressed his forehead against hers. "No. It's just Ma's place right? What could possibly happen to trigger me there? Besides, I've not had a flashback in months. I'll be fine."

He tried to sound convincing but she could tell he felt anything but. Protectiveness told her to demand to go with him but she knew she couldn't. Sy was a grown man making astounding strides in recovery and she had to show him her faith in him. She smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "I'm a text or call away if you need anything." 

He gave her a kiss and a hug before calling for Aika and heading to his moms.

@shellyshellshell

@enchantedbytomandhenry

#henry cavill #syverson fluff #syverson x you #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill smut #henry cavill x reader

[aphroditedahlias]

Bully!eren seeing you with your boyfriend then when u aren’t looking beats the crap out of him and tells him not to talk to you ever again then come to your “recuse” when you tell him you were stood up.

date night 18+

yandere Eren x fem! reader

tw: non con/dubcon, stalking? ( not really) and violence

A/N: hey i hope this is okay i hope i fulfilled your request accurately . 4k+ words

The night had been going fine.

The sun has already set, traffic had passed and the only noise you could hear as you walked into the restaurant was the sound of people quietly laughing at their tables as they spoke amongst themselves.

You’d been trapped under Erens wing for so long but lately, he’s been too busy with other things in his life that he’s barely had time to torment you. So, you’d decided to take advantage of his leave and go on a date with a guy you met from a neighboring school.

He was nice, tall, and didn’t seem controlling and you looked out for signs that he could be anything like Eren. After about a month of talking you finally agreed to go on an official date.

Your date held the door open for you and walked closely behind you as you gave the desk the name of your reservation for the upscale restaurant.

As you walked to your table your eyes became robotic, scanning the place and taking in the scenery of the building while appreciating the marbling of the wall and the contrast it had with the floor. Black with off-white, seems basic enough but fitting for the style of the place.

You sat in a corner a little away from the rest of the people in the restaurant and it was quieter than you expected.

“ what’s wrong,” Your date asked.

“ nothing it’s beautiful in here I’m just surprised we got such reserved seating” You spoke, smiling at him as you put the most expensive purse you owned down beside you.

He smiled back at you and took his time for the 3rd time since he picked you up to take in the way you looked.

A comfortable silence filled the air once again before the waiting came back with menus telling you she will be back shortly.

“ Everything looks so good oh my gosh I don’t know what to get,” you said, eyes brushing over the various options that were offered.

the menus consisted of a variety of cuts of steak, lobster, crab, chicken, and ribs with all kinds of sides it was almost overwhelming.

“How about this, I choose for you and you choose for me?” he asked, an innocent glint in his eyes as he suggested it to you.

You shook your head in agreement and decided on steak, shrimp, asparagus, and garlic mashed potatoes for him and wondered what he would choose for you.

Just as you were about to ask, the waiter appeared and asked if you were ready to order.

He looked at you to make sure you were ready and you nodded.

“ Can I have a well-done steak with shrimp, asparagus and garlic mashed potatoes please?” you asked politely.

“ sounds amazing, good choice, “ she said writing it down before turning to your date.

“ And for you sir?” she said.

“I’ll have the king crab bites with green beans and potato tower please, “ he says

“ Alright and for drinks ?”

“ we’ll both have a lemonade” you speak.

“ ok I’ll be back as soon as possible, “ she says turning on her heel and leaving you alone once again.

“I love crab,” you say

“I know, you talk about it a lot I thought you might like it,” he says

you’re about to reply but you see his face drop and your eyebrows scrunch wondering what’s wrong.

“ you ok?” you ask

“ yeah I think I left my phone in the car, mind if I go get it?” he asked, continuously patting around his pockets to see if he feels it.

“ no no no, please go ahead I’ll be waiting.” you say smiling.

You smile back and he tells you he’ll be quick. Sliding out of his seat he swiftly walks away, turning with a wink at you.

——————————————-

“ How the fuck did I leave my phone” he whispers to himself as he unlocks his car and digs around trying to find where he placed it.

He finds it slithered between the cushion sectioning off the driver and passenger seat.

“ Need help?” a voice speaks from the darkness.

he turns around and lowers his eyebrows, confused at the stranger.

“ No thanks, “ he says.

He brushes off the strange feeling and closes his car door, attempting to walk off before the hooded stranger slams him back against the driver's side door.

“what the fuck is your problem get off of me-“

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence because Eren delivered a quick blow to the nose causing a disturbing crack to fill the empty sound of the street. A crack that leaves Eren laughing as he watches a bit of blood drip from the nose of your date.

“ look I don’t know what I did but-“

“ shut the fuck up,” eren says, this time landing a punch to the guy's mouth, effectively bruising his lip.

Eren throws him to the ground, bending down to hit the guy over the head a few times before moving down his torso and hitting him in his stomach.

Bile fills his mouth and he turns over to throw up on the ground making Eren let out another tormenting laugh.

“You think you can do whatever you want huh? prancing around with my girl like nothing would happen to you? you’re lucky I let you have your fun for this long.” Eren says as he stands upright, fixing his jacket and stepping away from your date.

“I didn’t know man,” the guy says

“ listen to me. If you touch her again, text her again, breath near her again I’m going to kill you. go home. ”

Your date quickly takes the chance to fumble for the door and bail out before eren changes his mind.

Eren watches as he speeds out of the driveway and smiles to himself before turning to the entrance of the restaurant.

“ dumb “ he mutters to himself.

Did you think he wouldn’t know what you were up to? just because he was busy doesn’t mean he wasn’t watching you or having someone watch over you. From the first day you’d spoken to the dude, he knew. He just wanted to see how far you’d go. and he was mad.

He walked into the restaurant and turned to the lady at the counter.

he dropped a wad of cash on the counter and told her it was to pay for your food, also telling her to tell the waiter that she saw your date drive off.

He knew you’d be disappointed but that’s exactly what he wanted. It’s what you get for trying to go behind his back. He smiled to himself as he walked out, satisfied knowing that you’d come crying to him.

He knows how much he’s made you dependent on him after all.

you look around the restaurant, scrunching your eyebrows wondering what’s taking your date so long. Your eyes catch the waiters as she nervously shuffled towards you.

“ Maam? “ he spoke, tapping her thigh to ease her nerves

“ what’s wrong?“ you asked

She took a deep breath before blurting out

“I’m so sorry but we saw your date driving off… but money was left to pay for your food.”

The words float over your head and you can’t comprehend them, it’s like trying to mix water and oil. The water is you and the oil is the why. Why would he leave you? did you do something he didn’t like? you thought it was going well. Why did he make an excuse instead of just telling you how he felt.

Your face burns with embarrassment and you feel tears stinging in your eyes.

“ Thank you”

The waitress nods her head at you, biting her lip and chewing the inside of her cheek.

The silence is thick and awkward but it ends just as quickly as it started.

“ Could I get my food to go?” you spoke quietly.

“ Yes of course “ she replied, taking the chance to almost jog out of your tables section, wanting to avoid the energy created by the bad news.

Your throat burns and your hands shake as you try to pull out your phone. Your breath is heavy but you scroll through your contacts with blurry eyes looking for Eren's number.

You call him and on the first ring he picks up.

You stay quiet, not knowing what to say. Why did you even call him? You think about hanging up but you sniffle and choke on the cry you tried to swallow.

“Princess?” he spoke, his sultry voice gliding through the speaker of your phone like music.

You shouldn’t be so relieved to hear his voice.

“ Eren I m-messed up” you sniffle, looking around for a napkin as snot starts to pour from your nose.

“ What’s wrong baby ?” he asks. A hint of malice decorates his tone but you don’t hear it over the sound of your heavy breathing and hiccups.

“ Please don’t be mad i-i just need you to please” You spoke pathetically.

“ Calm down just tell me what’s wrong “

“ I went on a date “

An eerie silence fills the air as the words leave your lips. You don’t realize the situation you’ve put yourself in until you say it out loud.

“ Eren?”

He’s silently laughing to himself over the phone. You’re naïve to think he didn’t know. You just prove to him time and time again why you need him. Why you need him to take care of you.

“ Where are you?” he asked, though he’s driving around the street of the restaurant you’re at after deciding to kill time.

You’re not even aware of the fact that he has a tracker on your phone and has you sharing your location with him in multiple ways but what you don’t know won’t hurt you.

You say the address of the restaurant and he tells you to stay put and stay on the phone as he drives to your location.

——

Less than 5 minutes later Eren tells you to come outside.

You nervously gather your food and jacket and begin to do the walk of shame to the door, thanking your waitress and cashier for the night. They look at you with pity as they wave goodbye at you.

“ Poor girl”

——

When you see his car, Eren is leaning against the door with his hand resting on the roof.

His finger motions you towards him and you gulp as you take long strides toward him.

He says nothing but roughly grabs you, tilting your head up and giving you a deathly stare before forcing your lips against his.

he opens the passenger door and picks you up, sitting you inside.

You can walk and sit on your own but you don’t protest knowing it’s better to just stay silent given the predicament.

The drive is silent and you can guess that he’s taking you to his house.

Your head drums against the window as all the possibilities of what he’s going to do run through your head. You want to begin crying again but you know you don’t deserve to let out your emotions. What did you expect to happen? Guys always disappoint you. Eren is the only one who even tries. Even if trying for him means budding into every aspect of your life and not considering what you want.

Your stomach begins to churn as the forest and houses around you start to look familiar. You’re approaching Erens house.

—

When he parks, you attempt to open the door but the car is locked. He comes over and opens the door from the outside himself and picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you inside.

He unlocks and locks the front door and doesn’t sit you down until you reach his bedroom where he gently placed you down and sets your food next to you.

You look up at him and you’re surprised to see him with a calm expression on his face.

“ Take it off”

He doesn’t have to be any more specific for you to know he wants your dress and anything under it to come off.

He watches you as he sits against his headboard, enjoying the way you slowly strip for him the way you know he loves.

You look at him silently waiting for directions and obediently follow when he opens his arms and gestures for you to lay against him.

You don’t know how long you lay there but it feels like hours. You hate the way his strong arms encompass you like a custom-made blanket, ready to comfort and hold you forever and you would let it. You could lay there for fucking ever.

about an hour and a half later, Eren decides to wake you up.

“ Cmon you gotta eat”

he shakes you awake and grabs the probably cold food that To your knowledge was mysteriously placed on the desk beside his bed.

You snuggle closer to him, your face grimacing as you feel the residue of your tears and snot that left his shirt damp. He let you cry yourself to sleep against him, he let you soak his shirt in your fluids and now he’s waking you up to eat.

It’s all so goddamn confusing, he hurts you then comforts you, and even when he’s not the one to hurt you like tonight, he still comes to your rescue. It doesn’t make sense but you don’t have much time to think about it because he’s gently lifting you to straddle his hips as he opens the container and eyes the selected food.

The king crab bites are solid and the potatoes tower has turned into a scrambled pile of cold mush but he picks up pieces and holds them against your lip trying to feed it to you anyway.

The taste is gritty in your mouth and your lips curl before you spit it out into the styrofoam container and look up at him to see him smiling.

“ Not good?” he says

“ no” you respond. laying your head against his chest once more.

He goes on his phone for a few minutes, staying quiet as he taps tap-taps away.

he clicks it off and you look up at him nice more. Your heart drops and your muscles tense as you see a dark cloud in his eyes take over.

You’re not off the hook.

You feel his hands creep under the thin black blanket covering you both to begin groping your chest.

It starts a bit soft but soon your nipples are hurting from the force he’s using.

You whine a bit and this makes Eren scoff.

“ Oh I’m sorry does that hurt?” he says condescendingly.

At this state, you know nothing you say would please him and would just make the situation worse so you choose to stay quiet which angers Eren.

Quicker than you can suck in a harsh breath Eren flips you onto your back and hoods both of your hands above your head.

“ What the fuck is wrong with you? you’re an ungrateful whore. Do you think you can just go on date with some random and call me when he ditches you? who the fuck do you think you are?”

he uses his free hand to maneuver your complaint body into a mating press, forcing your legs down hard enough sure you both know you’ll feel it in the morning.

“ count slut”

you look at him puzzled but let out a blood-curdling scream as he lands one harsh blow to your pussy.

He looks down at you with dark eyes as he hits you harder, over and over again, sometimes switching to slap at your bouncing tits.

“I told you to fucking count.”

he leans down and captures your lips in a harsh kiss and begins to slap at your puffy clit once again

“ one “ ow “ two” please eren “ shit-three”

“ f-four” you cry

For at least 10 minutes Eren tortures you with his hits. wanting to humiliate you further, when he’s finished he holds up his hands to show you the wetness that has grown between your legs.

“ told you you’re a fucking slut “

He leans down and spits on your cunt, the sound of it making you wince as you clench around nothing, hoping to rid yourself of the stinging pain his palm had left behind.

Goosebumps grow on your skin as the night air blowing through the window makes its presence aware.

“ You cold baby?” he asks, rubbing your clit with two fingers.

You blink away tears and the next thing you know you’re flipped once again. This time you’re on your stomach for a few seconds before Eren is forcing your hips into the air.

“ Lemme help you warm up.”

he takes a few seconds of rustling with his clothes before he’s completely naked and he smirks when he sees you’ve lifted your head to gawk at his figure.

His smirk drops and he forcefully pushes your head down, taking his time in correcting your arch.

“ You wanna be a whore? you’ll never be anything more so go ahead and show me what you were going to do to that scumbag as a thank you for taking you to that cheap restaurant.”

You know that Eren was blessed to be born into a family that's loaded but he knows that that’s probably the most expensive place you’ve been to in a long time. You can’t help that you don’t come from money.

“ Hey hey hey you listening whore?” he says snapping his fingers at you as if you’re a dog.

You brace yourself as he rubs himself against your soaked entrance before harshly pushing in.

“ bounce “

You suck your breath in hard before pushing your face into the bed and scooting up a bit to put room between you and Eren before antagonizing lifting your hips from his and effectively letting his length glide out of you before forcefully pushing your hood back to encompass him in your warm walls once again.

You repeatedly bounce back and forth on his cock, whining as you hear the embarrassingly loud shluck of your juices covering his dick.

“ you can’t do shit right huh?” He says.

he pushes you off his cock and lays on his back instead. Then, he’s quickly pulling you on top of him again and giving you no time to breathe before forcing you to sit on his cock.

You think he’s going to try to make you ride him but you are surprised when he firmly grabs your hips and slides you up and down on him.

“ Fucking shit for a whore you got a perfect fucking pussy” he groans, throwing his head back in pleasure.

You hold onto his chest trying to steady yourself as he lifts his hips to slam into yours. Your wetness drips onto his pelvis and slides down his balls, eventually making it to his sheets

Your body feels hot but he is hotter, the warmth radiating between your bodies makes the air you’re forced to suck in unbreathable. Your body is spasming on top of his trying to make sense of why your mind is screaming for him to let you off but your cunt is squelching and creaming around him making it easier for him to manipulate your body as he bounces you faster.

“ please…” you whine

He lets out a diabolical laugh as he sits up and pushes himself back against the headboard, shifting your position on top of him as well.

You hesitantly wrap your arms around his neck as comfort and you don’t know it but his heart speeds up just a little at this gesture.

“ the fuck off of me,” He says

scowling at you, he rips your arms from his body and shoves them back on his chest. It feels less intimate that way.

“ Hey pay attention you’re gonna start putting in work ok?” he says, fixing your legs on either side of him.

he lays back and looks at you with an expression you think is bored, and you bite your lip as you prepare to ride him. His arms are situated in a comfortable position as he continues to stare at you.

“ well?” he says

You want to roll your eyes but instead, you lift yourself off of his dick, sliding back and forth over the tip to tease him. You curl into yourself at the feeling of his leaky tip adding to your wetness. Sucking in a large breath you slide down on him again and begin lifting your shakey thighs to add force to the way you drop down against him again and again.

The sound of your pussy being so loud only boosts his confidence, and a feeling churns in his stomach as he gets closer.

He’s generous enough to lift a muscular arm from behind his head to leisurely rub his thumb against your puffy clit, making you twitch and let out an involuntary moan.

“ Fuck you’re doing so good don’t stop, “ He says, the paise making you clench around him

his face isn’t as relaxed anymore, his muscles are tensing up and his face is in a tight scowl. His eyebrows are scrunched and he bits his lip.

After a few moments of you slamming yourself onto him, he feels you getting tighter around him. Your breath speeds up as you steady your pace. Your breath stops and your eyes cross as you slam down one last time with his thumb harassing your overstimulated clit. He leans up a bit to capture one of your hard nipples into his mouth, swirling it around with his tongue which adds to your pleasure. A warm feeling spreads in your stomach as your legs cramp and your mouth opens wide. You cream around him hard, and your cunt grips onto his throbbing dick like it needs him to be there, filling you up so perfectly like you were molded to fit him. You’re panting hard and you stop moving trying to catch your breath, whining when he doesn’t stop playing with your clit.

“ Ha-mm e-eren please “ you whine. Your thighs are sore and your stomach is still tight from the orgasm thrown at you.

You barely have time to recover and catch your breath before Eren lands a harassing slap on your ass causing tears to swell in your eyes.

“ This isn’t about your princess, keep bouncing,” He says harshly

Your tired arms rest on his stomach and you once again lift yourself.

You’re too slow for him so he grabs your hips and slams you onto him, using his hips to meet your pelvis as he chases his release.

“ God you get so fucking wet. You can pretend as if you hate it here, as if you hate me, but this pussy? it’s always gonna tell me the truth.” The worlds are more for himself than for you but you hear them and grimace at it.

“ mm- fuck “ he says. He quickly flips you under him, slamming you onto the pillowy mattress, and forces himself as deep as he can go inside your walls. He pushes your legs past their limit to get you as wide as possible before leaning down to shove his face into your neck.

His hips don’t stop pounding into yours as he whispers small curses of pleasure into your ear, nearing his release.

“ Fuck FUCK” he groans.

His thick and warm cum quickly floods and overflows your cunt. You try to bite back the cry that leaves your lips as you cum around him again.

“ you like when I fill you up? “ he pants in your ear.

Your head is spinning as an aftereffect of your passing orgasm and his words don’t make sense in your clouded brain.

“ mmm” you respond weakly.

“ come on,” he says.

He pulls out and stands up, taking a second to stretch. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you up so your legs are gripping onto his waist with the little energy you have left. The warm cum spreads on your thighs and gets on his stomach but he ignores it and continues to carry you.

He carefully carries you into the bathroom, sets you down on the large counter, and goes to turn on the shower.

after you’ve both showered and gotten ready for bed, you’re laying down on his chest, wondering how your night shifted so fast.

The doorbell rings, bringing you out of your deep thoughts as you look up at eren with curiosity filling your eyes.

He silently gets up and comes back minutes later, holding up a bag of take-out.

“ Can't let my princess go to sleep hungry can I?”

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[princessdimondheart]

It’s The Dog | Chapter 2 | Ghost x Dog Handler! OC

Pairing: Ghost x f! OC

Warnings: None really, language, is dog poop a warning??

Edited: No

A/N: An extra long chapter for the wait. ~3k+! I'm finally on Spring Break!! I’m not certain what to name my OC so I’m just gonna leave her nameless (for now, maybe idk). However, she is a Latina (Mex) so her name is of Hispanic origin. She's 21, and Ghost is 30-32, so... age difference. As for her rank of Sergeant, she's freshly pinned. Debating whether I should name her dog Riley…. I did in the end lol

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2.

The last mission was long and hard, but Sergeant Canis was certain that she and her dog were going to be fine after a good rest back at base. They were waiting on the other side of the huge hill again for an exfil. She had just called over her radio and was waiting a response back. Although their work was done for the time being, both she and her dog were actively searching the top of the hill for any signs of enemies that they may have missed. She glanced to her dog. He had his ears on a swivel and his nose was twitching as he tried to scent out any bad guys to bite. 

Without a doubt was Canis proud of her doggo. He’d been working extra hard this mission and rightly deserved lots of treats and pets. 

Hmm… maybe I’ll cook him up a steak-

Her train of thought was cut off by the grainy- yet somehow clear- sound of her radio going off. 

“Charlie-04, what’s your status? This is Tango-06”

“Tango-06, this is Charlie-04, requesting exfil to RTB. The LZ is clear.” Canis provided their coordinates to the pilot. 

“Received. ETA in 6 minutes.” The helicopter pilot responded. 

Not long after, the helicopter was landing nearby and blowing hot air and dust all over the place. Luckily she was wearing sunglasses and her dog had to funky goggles that sometimes made her giggle at the sight of him. Both quickly made their way into the helo and they were off back to base. But just before they could properly settle in one of the exfil crew was calling her name. 

“Sergeant Canis, sir, you have an incoming call. Permission to switch to private comms?” 

“Go ahead.” She was a bit confused. 

Who the hell’s calling me at a time like this??

Once the comm was switched it was then that she heard him. 

“Sergeant? How’s it goin’, love?”

“Well, hello there, Captain…”

This was going to be a long day for Canis, she was sure of it. 

~~~~~

Ghost was waiting next to Soap a little ways off from the tarmac, when a C-130 Hercules transport aircraft landed on the runway. It began to taxi towards their standing location. Several minutes later the plane began to unload its cargo. If he was to be honest, Simon was excited for a dog to join the team. He had always liked them when he was younger but was only ever able to admire them from afar. His father would have never allowed one in their home. 

He could hear dog barks getting closer as the crate transporting the dog was unloaded. Ghost spotted the crate and could just make out the silhouette of a German shepherd dog. His eyes moved up when he saw a figure walking up next to the crate. The person placed their hand on top of the crate and pat it a few times, most likely to calm the canine down. It didn’t seem to work.

When they got close enough, Johnny voiced his concern. 

“Is the dog good?” He was worried the dog was going to bark itself to oblivion. Even with the muzzle the dog had on, he kept barking. 

“Riley? Oh, yeah. He does this when he notices we’re not at the same base as before. He’ll get used to this base eventually, so when we comeback from missions in the future he’ll just be sleeping.” Riley? “I think he does this to freak everyone out. So are ya?”

“Freaked out? A bit, lass.” Johnny chuckled, then remembered the dog’s name. “Did you say, Riley?”

“Yeah. It was his name when I got him as a two-year old. Why?” She looked between the two men. Mohawk guy was giving a knowing look to Mr. Broody. She couldn’t bring herself to look at the skull-clad man in the eyes. His presence was intense. He didn’t acknowledge his younger teammate. 

Johnny grinned, “No particular reason. Just glad to have you and Riley on the team…”

“Oof, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself there.” She gave them her name. “But you guys can call me Canis.” 

Canis and Soap shook hands. “Name’s Johnny MacTavish but you can call me Soap since we’re the same rank.” Letting go of her hand, he gestured to Simon. “This here is Ghost. I just call him L.t.”

The lieutenant grunted in greeting before reaching out his hand for a shake. His hand was warm against her cooler fingers. They were definitely much larger than hers, but given her height, everyone’s hands were bigger than hers anyways. Canis steeled herself and looked him in the eyes. His lids drooped and she couldn’t see his pupils in the darkness, but she could see that his eyes had a softness in them yet not completely. He was still wary of her being there, all new and whatnot. Her cheeks began to warm as the stare held on. His hand was in hers for a few seconds longer than normal, and when Ghost noticed he immediately let go. His mind had wandered off like hers did. Her eyes drifted to Riley who had finally relaxed his barking during their little introduction. She didn’t see Ghost flexing his hand behind his back. 

Ghost’s own cheeks had warmed, but he shook the feeling away. “Let’s go. The Captain is waiting for us.”

He turned and led them to the building, not turning to see if they were following them or not. 

~~~~~

Once in the cargo bay of the main building, Canis clipped the leash onto Riley’s collar which clearly read: DO NOT PET; and let Riley walk out on his lead, letting him quickly do his business on a grassy area just outside, then cleaned up after him. She had trained him to go on command, which was convenient for her whenever they were on time sensitive missions. 

They walked for a short while until Ghost stopped in front of a frosted glass top door. Canis could make out that the lights were on but she couldn’t see if anyone was inside already. Ghost knocked on the wooden part of the door and waited until a muffled answer told him it was okay to enter. Upon hearing it, he opened the door and held it open for his two sergeants. Soap pat his thanks on Ghost’s shoulder, while Canis whispered her thanks. Ghost could just hear it but his hand gripping the door began to sweat. Riley took a moment to sniff the tall man. Curious. 

Captain Price was sitting behind his desk like usual. A young man closer in age to Canis was sitting across from him. Both looked over to them as they came inside the decent sized office. Extra chairs lined the far wall, which Johnny was taking the time to move them in front of the desk. 

Price called her name. “Or should I call you Canis now?” One of his thick brows twitched upwards in question. “Running with the wolves now, love?”

Canis grinned at her new Captain. “You know me, Old Man. I’m always one for having a pack.” She gave him a little wink. A short laugh escaped her blush pink lips. 

“You two know each other well?” The only person Canis did not know looked between them. Johnny also had a slightly confused look to his face. 

“Quite, Old Man and I go back since I was in the womb to be honest.” Canis looked at him. “Umm…?”

“Oh! Gaz on missions and Kyle while on base.”

“He’s like an uncle to me, Kyle.” Canis sat down. Riley and the other two doing the same. 

“Her father and I used to run missions together.” Price gave his two cents. “He’s an Army Ranger. Good man. Retired now.” The others looked at her in awe. The Army Rangers were the elite of the elite and were definitely people that any military man should inspire to be. His face turned contemplative. 

“Any reason why you’re in the Air Force and not following in your father’s footsteps?” It was a legitimate question, but it made Canis tense at the words. 

“Well, you know him, Old Man. I wanted to piss him off… He’s a better Ranger than he ever was a parent.” Price’s brows furrowed, then she mumbled off a, “Chair force my ass…” 

The situation with her father still made her upset so she said nothing more. She did not want to dampen the mood any more than it had already had. 

It was quiet for a second until Johnny broke it, asking her a simple ice breaker question. “So, your doggo know any tricks, lass?” Johnny flashed her a grin. His eyes darted to the diligently sitting German shepherd. 

“A trick, Soap?” She smiled back. 

“Yeah.”

“Salute your superior, Sergeant.” She grinned at Soap while his face flashed a look of confusion at the other three. Gaz looked equally confused but Price had a small smile on his face, and he couldn’t gauge Ghost’s reaction because of his mask. 

“Umm… the Captain?” He wasn’t sure what she meant. His fellow Sergeant shook her head and tilted it towards her four-legged partner. Riley sat perfectly still, his brown eyes staring at the man. “The dog?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Ah… okay, then.” Soap then brought his hand up in a salute and waited, but only for a moment. 

Riley lifted his large paw as high as he could and placed it in front of his eye before setting it down. A doggy salute. 

Soap blinked and yet still couldn’t believe it. Riley had saluted back at him. Captain Price had chuckled at the antics going on and Gaz let loose a “Woah!” Ghost only titled his head a bit but he was definitely amused by this. If anyone had looked closely, they would have seen the skin by his eyes crinkle just a bit. 

Riley wagged his tail and turned his head to his designated mother as if asking: “I did good right? Okay, now where’s my treat, human?”

Canis tossed him a piece of chicken she had in her pocket. Riley snapped at it mid air with a sharp snap of his jaws. She was proud of her friend. This was not something that was explicitly taught when going through handler training, but was a trick that Canis taught Riley to do as a way to boost morale on long haul missions with her previous teams. The boys had loved it so it stuck. “Good boy.”

“Wait, why does Johnny have to salute Riley? He’s his superior?” Gaz almost raised his hand to ask, his upper body moving towards her. Soap leaned closer, too. 

“Well, any MWD is a rank higher than their handler.” Canis replied, her face turned serious. “It’s like that to prevent any handler from abusing their dogs. Imagine punching your Captain… yeah, it wouldn’t go down well.”

“Well said. Now, get settled. Tomorrow we’re going to do a mini training session with all of you and with Riley. I want to see how well you perform.” Price stood from his chair. “I also want those of you who haven’t worked with a dog before to get used to them and see what they are capable of, at least in principle. You’ll get the idea once we’re out in the field.”

A chorus of ‘yes, sir’s and everyone stood up.

“Did’ya bring any special equipment with ya that we could use for tomorrow?” The Captain continued. His attention focused on Canis. 

“Equipment?” She believed she knew what he was talking about. “Yes, sir. I’ll have it prepped in the morning.”

“Good, miss.” Then he exited first. 

Canis grabbed a hold of Riley’s lead before he could wander off with the rest. Riley began sniffing everyone as they walked out the door. He sniffed the longest at the person who stayed behind. 

Ghost let his hand be sniffed by Riley. The dog was taking lots of breaths, his nose twitching with each inhale and exhale. His lips twitched when he saw Riley’s tail move side to side. It was 100% a pleasure making a dog happy. Taking Riley’s friendly posture as a queue, he pats him on the head. Riley’s butt wiggled with his tail wags, and he tried to lick Ghost’s hand even through the muzzle. 

Canis stood there and let the interaction happen with no interruption, despite the ‘DO NOT PET’ in bold on his collar. This would be the only exception. It was good for Riley to interact with the team as soon and as often as possible. It would help them trust her dog more while on a mission. She smiled at the two. It was sweet. 

Ghost looked up sensing eyes on him. His cheeks burned again. He felt a little silly forgetting that Canis was still there waiting on them. And here he was loving on her dog. A good dog, but still. He coughed lightly and with a final pat on Riley’s head, Ghost turned and left the room.

Canis shrugged and smiled knowingly once he was out of the room. Then she led Riley out as well and made their way to their designated barracks. 

~~~~~

The following morning Canis woke up early due to Riley licking her hand. His whine to be let out had her shooting out of bed. She did not want to miss his queues to be let out like before when they were first partnered together. Those were not good moments for them both. 

Canis dressed in her combat outfit sans her heavy gear load out. She attached the leash to his collar, not forgetting to grab his favorite ball- foregoing his muzzle, and led him from her room to an inner courtyard she saw in passing the night before. Now that the sun was rising, she could see that the courtyard was open with a few benches along the wall. The middle had green grass that was in need of a cut soon. The grass was wet so it must have rained in the middle of the night. There were a few bushes that appeared to have flowers on them but since it was early fall, they had begun to shrivel up and a few had already fallen. 

Canis led Riley to a corner of the yard to do his business. She didn’t want him going all over the place- and not wanting to be discourteous to others. Riley did his business and she cleaned up after him like a responsible handler would and deposited the bag in a trash bin. Then she let him loose and threw his ball to the other side of the courtyard, slowly making her way after it. Riley bolted after the ball, mouthed on it where he got it and ran back for her to throw it again. They played like this for a few minutes. 

She should have realized that he was somewhere behind her before Riley ran past her with a yip. Ghost would always be silent, under all circumstances. Canis made a quick turn to see Ghost sitting on a small bench with Riley’s ball firmly clenched in his skull-gloved hand. Riley’s backend wiggled with the intensity of his tail wagging. He barked a few times, urging Ghost to ‘throw the ball already!’ 

Ghost looked at her. A beam of sunlight passed over the courtyard, illuminating Ghost’s brown eyes into a deep honey. Their identical colored eyes locked in a way that had her taking a deep breath. She nodded her approval to him with a smile and he chucked the ball. Riley was like a bullet trying to get it. 

Canis made her way to where Ghost sat. He scooted over just enough to let her sit next to him. He was manspreading so her knee was lightly touching his thigh. Both of their legs twitched but settled against each other when neither of them said anything. Riley bounded over with his happy self, ball in mouth. He plopped the ball back into Ghost’s open hand again then took off once more when he threw it. 

“He really likes you.” Canis chuckled. “It usually takes him longer to warm up to new people on the teams we’ve joined up with.” 

“Mmm…” Ghost fiddled with a loose string on his black sweater. “I guess I have a way with dogs, then.”

He was teasing her. She looked up at his much larger frame. “Oh, Lieutenant… Riley here can turn at the drop of a single word.” 

He didn’t doubt her there. Ghost’s stomach twitched at her unknowing use of his name. He’d definitely have to get used to that. 

When Riley came back with his ball, Canis had him heel between her legs. “Watch the door, Riley.”

Riley’s ears perked up at the order and his head turned on a swivel to the door. His hackles rose and his lips curled in a silent snarl. Ghost could see that his eyes had an intensity that wasn’t there before while they were playing ball. Riley was a serious dog and he could turn so easily. 

“Release!” After a few seconds, Canis threw his ball into the air and Riley lunged at it breaking his command. He was back to his happy tail-wagging self. It amazed Ghost how easily he transitioned between his working mode and calm mode. Although, he hadn’t seen the full extent of Riley’s abilities, yet. 

Canis looked at her watch. “I should be getting our gear ready for our training session soon… I still need to feed Riley.” She went to stand then turned to Ghost, “I’ll see you later, sir. It was nice seeing you interact with Riley. We can do it again if you want?”

Ghost looked her in the eyes, “Yeah, I want to.”

She gave him a small smile then returned her attention to Riley and reattached his leash to his collar. As they walked back inside, Ghost lowered his gaze to a large paw print imprinted into the wet dirt a few feet from him. The blades of grass glowed as the sun moved higher into the sky. 

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[quinloki]

Quicksand

Fem Reader x Sir Crocodile

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations, yandere, angst with a happy ending, a referenced instance of physical abuse. 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 3: Sand Trap

"Ah... no, it's f-fine." Your face goes red, and your body tries to disappear in on itself.

There's an amused note in his voice when he speaks. "It seems sixty days of conversation is evaporating right before my eyes."

You flinch, feeling guilty. "Sorry! Sorry, I uh..." You cover your face with your hands. "Of all the statistical possibilities, I wasn't prepared for this."

He chuckles, it's a warm sound that seems to stay in his chest. "Understandably. I do hope you'll decide to stay, at least."

"I... yes." You relax. You'd been having really great conversations with him for the last two months, and it wouldn't be fair to just leave.

More pointedly, would you survive, if you just walked out on a Freakin' WARLORD?!

"Try not to think of me as your boss, Miss?"

"My boss' boss' boss." You correct, taking in a deep breath and letting it out. "And it's (Y/N). (Y/N)(L/N), uh... sir."

"If you're not comfortable saying my name in public, you can call me Sunawani." He offers, picking up a menu and looking it over.

"Sunawani?"

"Mmhm. It's just a different language from what's used in the Metro." He clarifies, looking up from the menu to glance at you. "What do you think?"

"Uh, I think I can use that more easily." You admit, grabbing a menu as well, and unproductively reading over it. The words on the menu swim around with one another and nothing makes sense to you. Your nerves are killing you. When you had started talking with him over the website you had assumed that he had like, something physically wrong with him. It was a terrible assumption to make, but he was educated, and charismatic and understanding in every word that had come across your screen.

You hadn't figured the reason behind him having a hard time finding someone trustworthy was because he was a FREAKING HOT SUCCESSFUL WARLORD. You never mentioned the Underground while you had spoken, you hadn't even shared opinions on marines or the government.

Oh no how were you going to tell Alvida? What were you going to tell Buggy! Wait, why did you need to tell anyone anything? You got stood up. Plain and simple. This never happened. It was a delightful afternoon, and the food was really good, you could recommend the café, but that was it.

Your decision helped you refocus on the menu, and you were finally starting to sort out what was being offered.

Shortly after, Vivi came over and introduced herself.

"I'm Vivi, I'll be your server today." She says cheerfully. You could tell she was happy for you. "Have you decided what you'll have today, or do you need a few more minutes?"

"I know what I'd like, but I think my companion may need a few more moments." Crocodile offers, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Oh, uh, no – no, I can sort out what I want by the time you're done ordering." You assure him. Please gods just get the food out here and give you something to distract yourself with.

"Very well. I'll have the flank steak and eggs then. Medium rare, eggs sunny side up, and I believe your house blend coffee to drink." His voice drifts around almost lazily. There was no CEO or Warlord sitting across from you, but a half-asleep man who was probably missing his cigar. If you were half as relaxed as he sounded you'd be in a coma.

"And you, miss?" Vivi prompts after a moment.

"You know, what he ordered sounds delicious. I'll have the same, but uh, maybe some green tea instead of coffee."

"Same prep for the steak and eggs?"

"Oh yes, thank you."

Vivi takes your menus and excuses herself. You look around the table, wanting something to materialize in front of you so you could focus on it. The golden amber gaze from the other side of the table was drilling a hole into your soul, and he wasn't even staring rudely.

"If you can tell me what has you so nervous, Miss (Y/N), I can help alleviate it." He assures you coolly. His tone of voice and cadence make you feel like you could admit that you know he's a warlord and he wouldn't be at all bothered by it.

You laugh nervously, open your mouth a couple times only to close it. Putting your hand over your mouth and take in a breath, and when you finally speak you, voice is very small. "I did not expect you to be hot." You finally manage, looking up from between your fingers. He has the same relaxed, near-sleepy look on his face that you had seen earlier, but now with a slight smile tugging at his lips; which only makes him look better.

"Second to that I am worried about how this impacts work." You admit, after he doesn't say anything to your first point. "I've never dated a coworker, let alone..."

"Your boss' boss' boss."

"Yeah, that." Your face is pink, and you can feel the heat in your ears.

"I sense a third point," he says softly, catching your gaze for a moment.

"Ah... yeah, I'd rather not say yet." You admit honestly.

His eyes seem to search you for a moment, despite their half-lidded and relaxed appearance you feel like they're fully focused.

"Well, working two out of three concerns should be enough to start." He acquiesces after a moment's consideration. "Thank you for your compliment earlier."

"Compliment? Oh, yeah, you're welcome." You keep trying to will your face from turning any redder.

Vivi comes by with your drinks and sets them down with a smile. You're glad to have something to distract yourself with and cup your cup of green tea between your hands like it could save you.

"Food will be just a few more minutes." She assures you both and sets down glasses of ice water to go with your warm drinks.

"Thank you," Crocodile says, his eyes still on you and you just nod, not sure you can trust your voice right now.

"Would this be easier for you if I were ugly?" He questions, amusement just under the surface of his smooth voice after Vivi leaves.

You nearly choke on your tea.

"Nnngh, yes maybe?" You laugh a little at yourself, feeling some of the tension ease. "If you were like... normal levels of, uh, looking." You falter, not wanting to add a qualifier that would just be another way of calling him hot. "That would, uh, help."

"Perhaps I shouldn't have tried to cover up my scar." He muses.

It's a trap, and you walk right into it. "I've seen your scar; it just makes it worse."

"Worse?"

"Yeah, it, uh..." You flush brightly, realizing what you've muttered yourself into, trying to disappear into your teacup. "Makes... you... look... hotter."

You chug the rest of your tea, trying to ignore the very pointed, very pleased, gaze across the table from you. With the teacup empty you reach for one of the glasses of water.

"Thirsty?"

Phrasing! Yes! Dammit! Thoughts rush through your head and you stop yourself mid-move to take a drink.

"Ah, sorry." You say, not really sure what exactly you're apologizing for.

"You have nothing to apologize for, if anything I should apologize for teasing you." He admits, a sly smile pulling at his lips. "But you seem to have relaxed a little."

You sigh a little, since you can't argue, "Just... ah, if you could assure me... promise, maybe?"

"Nothing that happens between us will negatively effect your job." He states easily.

"Or positively." You prompt.

That one eyebrow goes up again as he takes a sip of coffee. "Naïve, but admiral. Very well, neither positive nor negative impacts at work due to whatever may happen between us, I promise."

You release a breath you didn't realize you were holding, and your shoulders relax. Vivi arrives with your lunches and gets you a refill of green tea. Conversation tapers off a little as you eat, but the food and the tea were helping you relax the rest of the way. Granted, most of your relaxation came from knowing you weren't going to lose your job if this was the last date you shared with him.

Point three was kind of big, and you weren't sure if it was safe to even admit to it. He seemed sure he could smooth over any of your concerns, but Warlord was a bit larger than anything else. You couldn't imagine he'd walk away from that life for you, and you were certain you couldn't live within that life without dying to the stress. Assuming you survived long enough to die to something as gentle as stress.

The conversation afterward was casual and easy. Crocodile seemed more awake after some coffee, and while he still looked sleepy and relaxed, there was more energy in his words.

"I would like to continue doing this," the words slip from him before you can muster up the courage to thank him for his time and leave. His fingers brush against yours, and you couldn't move your hand away. Warm, large fingers slip over yours with more confidence and he's practically holding your hand when he speaks again. "I can promise you discretion, Miss (Y/N). I simply don't wish to let every joy you've brought me the last couple of months crumble to dust so easily."

That guilty feeling throbs within you again. It's obvious that someone in his situation would find it hard to connect with anyone the way you two had the last two months. The man you knew from the last two months was kind, attentive, intelligent, and even tempered. He was a good person, even if things had caused him to live in a way that was, admittedly, kind of terrifying to you.

Warlords were at least backed by the Government. They had been assigned specifically to create a barrier around the growing territories of the Emperors, allowing the government to press the four emperors from both sides. The well defended holy zone in the middle of the Metro, and the sprawling rural and suburban areas beyond the Warlords' territory. The Emperors, stuck between the two, had to follow certain rules if they wanted to continue to receive supplies.

It was an uneasy balance of power between the three groups.

"No one would know." You say softly.

"No one."

"I just... I don't want to see my picture in the paper without warning." Your excuse is a little weak, but no less true.

"No picture would make it to print." He promises, and there's a dark and nearly terrifying weight to that promise.

You chew the bottom of your lip lightly, trying to decide. He tightens his grip on your hand just a little, lifting it up and kissing one of your fingers gently. Your face flushes, and your mind is already trying to decide what his kisses must feel like.

"Once more, just decide that for now. You can think on things between now and the next occasion. I can promise you won't regret doing this once more."

Once more. Once more couldn't hurt. Once more, maybe even twice more. Enough to assuage your own guilt, maybe even get over your own fears. Once more. Just enough time to learn what that forbidden kiss tastes like. Once more. Enough time to know what this warm hand feels like, brushing across skin more needy than a few fingers.

"Once more." You agree, your face flushing to your ears, you pull your hand back and his expression falters just ever so slightly. "P-perhaps twice." You admit softly, and see a soft sly smile curl at the edges of his lips.

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[blackroseguzzi]

Woosah Baby : Part 4

Summery: awkward dinners & ultrasounds

Warnings: pregnancy, divorce, mention of drugs and alcohol, language

Warrens POV

I watched as my mom placed a cube steak onto y/n’s plate. I could tell by her face that she was holding back the need to gag. After she left for work this morning I decided it was due diligence to read up on pregnancy symptoms. Apparently, yakking was completely normal.

It’s wild how little I knew about how a human comes into existence. It was gross and fascinating all at the same time.

“Y/n, how’s your mom doing?’ I watched my dad shove a piece of potato into his mouth and he chewed loudly.

“Well, I think she’s gone from drinking two bottles of whiskey a day down to one, so I’d say she’s doing well,” she laughed to herself as she pushed the food around on her plate. I knew she tried to pretend her mother’s alcoholic issues were a mere nuisance, but in reality it really bothered her. I know Y/n would never turn out like her mother, but I could tell it was something that ate at her.

My mom was still not at the table. Y/n’s eyes burnt into mine as if she was telling me to just come out and ask to talk with them. I cleared my throat.

Dad.. I,”

“Coach says you’ve missed a few practices Warren, what’s up with that?” My fathers disapproving look made me slouch in my chair. He really knew how to remind me of my dumb-fuckery.

“I know, I’ll do better,” lying to my father had been something I’ve been good at my whole life.

Yes sir, I love soccer. Yes father, I’m sober. No way am I selling drugs to my high school classmates, Dad.

“You know how important that scholarship is for your future,” my father looked between y/n and I before smiling.

“I can’t believe how long my son has been able to keep you around, Y/N.” He nudged my arm as if to say he was joking but I knew he was fucking bewildered that a girl like y/n would be into me… and stay with me for as long as she had. I had a flashback of the blonde chick I kissed at the party last night and got a pain of guilt. I wasn’t perfect, but I wanted to be for Y/n and our baby.

“Warren and I actually wanted to talk to you and Laura about something,” She looked around to see if my mom was anywhere in sight but she was off in the kitchen banging around some pots and pans. Suddenly a loud crash rang out.

“Jesus, mom you alright?” She stomped out in front of us, demanding to talk to Dad. What the hell was she so fidgety about? Did she know that Y/n was pregnant? I swallowed the thick spit forming in my mouth.

“Really, now Laura? I’m trying to have dinner with the kids and they want to talk to us,” Warren shot his wife a worrisome look.

“No now,” she stormed off again. I was getting anxious and I could tell that y/n was starting to feel uncomfortable. My parents fight, but they never did around y/n. I guess she really was just integrated into our family now.

My dad held up his finger, saying he would be back on a moment. He disappeared into the hallway towards the living room.

“What the fuck is going on?” Y/n leaned over her plate and gave me a confused look.

“They probably found weed in my pillowcase again or they’re fighting about who forgot to record the last episode of survivor,” I was trying my best to ease both our minds. We both just wanted to break the news fast.

“When we get out of here we’ll get you some Nausea meds and a milkshake. I read that morning sickness can last all day during the first trimester, “ I flashed a smile at her and she stared at me like I was some kind of mutated freak.

“Who are you, and what have you done to my Warren?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. She clearly wasn’t used to me reading, let alone about pregnancy symptoms. I just wanted her to know I was peeling back some vulnerable pieces I needed to show her in order for her to trust that I was going to take care of her and this baby.

“I’m just trying to help,” I replied. I stuffed my face with more food until my dad sat back down looking somber. I pushed the basket of rolls over towards him- bread usually helps.

He smiled sheepishly as he took one.

“So Dad, we have something…”

My mom walked towards us and placed her small hand in my shoulder. I took a deep breath about to continue, but her voice rang out before mine.

“I’m divorcing your father.”

Clang. I shot a look to y/n. She had dropped her fork against the porcelain plate. She embarrassingly picked it back up and looked at me. I could see how saddened she was for me. Did my face show any emotions? I couldn’t tell. I watched both my parents angrily storm out of the room.

“What the fuck?” I whispered. I could hear my mom making more noise upstairs. Was she fucking packing?

I got up from the table, where y/n still sat in silence. I have had some awkward encounters at her house, like the time I had to lift her mom off the toilet and into her bedroom after a night of binge drinking- but she had never had that kind of experience at my family’s home. She looked up to my parents relationship as have I. I mean if they could last 34 plus years than we could last that long as well. Except here we are both shattered by news that nothing in this world fucking lasts.

I walked over to the glass slider where my dad had escaped to, I could hear faint sobs and he was bent over.

“Are you crying?” I stared at him through the door.

“Warren lets just go,” y/n’s soft voice rang out from the table. I ignored her.

I banged at the door “ARE YOU FUCKING CRYING?”

Y/N POV

The weekend went by slower than I would have liked. After the news about Warren’s parent’s divorce, Warren was acting different. He had come to visit me at work on Sunday afternoon but was being really secretive with Spencer. I tried not to think much of it, but it bothered me. What was he hiding from me? He never hides anything from me. As soon as I had walked over towards the two of them Warren hit Spencer’s shoulder and they both completely shut up. Was Warren that stupid that I wouldn’t have caught on?

I called at 7am on Monday before my class about the ultrasound. They had a cancellation and asked if I wanted to come in that afternoon. Warren had been sleeping at my apartment all weekend and by the vibe I was getting after the news drop at dinner, I don’t think he planned on going back there.

I didn’t know if he had practice this afternoon, but he was more than likely to skip it anyway so I decided to take the appointment and email my Woman’s studies professor that I was sick. I think I had enough knowledge under my belt about the study of women anyway.

Warren and I drove in silence to the appointment. I don’t think it was out of anything but fear. I wanted to bring up the fact he was being weird with Spencer at the market, but I didn’t want to start something I most likely couldn’t finish before we got to the doctors office.

“I’m the only dude in this place,” Warren leaned over and whispered to me. I slapped his arm. This was a gynecologists office, what did he expect. I’m sure a lot of expecting dads came to appointments but today just wasn’t one of those days. “Also, I wonder why that old lady is here?” I smacked him again.

“This isn’t just a place for pregnant woman Warren,” I whispered back, my eyes wide as to let him know to shut up and that the entire waiting room could hear him. God, he had the loudest whisper voice on the planet.

A female nurse came out and called my name. I grabbed Warren’s hand and he laced his fingers into mine and we walked into the back of the office. The nurse led me to the ultrasound room that was much larger than the room I had been in on Friday. There was a chair that looked like a hospital bed laying in the middle. Lots of pictures painted the walls, lots of photos of babies inside the womb and one of a very detailed painting of a birth canal. I hoped Warren wouldn’t see that one because I know he would stare and make some kind of joke.
“If you want to lay down here the tech will be in momentarily,” The nurse smiled between us leaving the room quickly.

Warren let out a deep breath. I knew he was nervous, which was a characteristic I wasn’t used to seeing in him but had showed up all damn weekend.

“Can they tell us today if it’s going to be a boy or a girl?” Warren laughed a little as he took a seat next to mine. I raised my eyebrows, embarrassed for him that he even asked me that question.

“Warren, the baby is like the size of a watermelons seed or some shit,” I shook my head and laid back on the chair. I stared at the ceiling, trying to imagine I was on a beach somewhere with a spliff and a really strong Mai Tai.

“Y/N?” A woman was at the door, she looked really friendly and had on bright blue scrub pants and a scrub top with a bunch cats riding on clouds on it. I liked her instantly.

“That’s me,” I called out. Warren stood up, extending out his hand like he was meeting the fucking president.

“I’m Warren.. I’m the dad,” He smiled politely. She shook his hand and looked at him like he was the cutest puppy dog she had ever seen. I’m sure she sees dads like Warren all the time. That was such a weird thought - Dad’s like Warren….

“I’m Bri, I’ll be your ultrasound tech today! I’m just going to do some measurements to see how far along you are and calculate a due date!” Her voice was calming and I felt a lot less terrified as I had been the last time I was here. I think Warren being here was helpful with that.

“Great, thank you so much,” I responded quietly as I watched her sit down on the chair in front of the ultrasound machine. She turned it on, and I had a flash back from the first time I watched Knocked-up with Warren. He thought it was the funniest movie ever, but you found it to be a terrifying reality for what some woman have to go through after an accidental pregnancy. Now I was that girl living her own terrifying reality.

“If you don’t mind lifting up your shirt and pulling down your yoga pants a little we can get started. The gel is a little cold, but will warm up pretty quick,” She instructed at me and I followed her directions. I placed both hands down and looked at the ceiling again. I felt Warren grab my hand and squeeze it when the gel hit my abdomen. I felt her little probe like object that was attached to the monitor on my stomach. I looked over at Warren, his eyes were fixed on the ultrasound screen. His mouth was slightly ajar and an intense scowl on his face. I swallowed hard.

“Okay, so you’re measuring at 7 weeks, and looking at your chart and last menstrual, it looks like you’ll have your little peanut around June 9th!” How did she sound so excited. That was the start of summer. How was I going to finish off finals fearing I would give birth at any moment.

“Here’s the baby, take a look,” She moved the monitor so It was closer to me. I slowly looked over and saw a black circle amongst all the static looking gray. Inside that black circle was a squiggly line and a blob. It even looked like it had a leg and an arm and I suddenly felt this overwhelming sense of….joy.

“It’s already got my big head,” Warren laughed.

The ultrasound tech, Bri, giggled as well and placed a hand on my arm. “The baby’s heart rate is at 110 beats per minute, which is fantastic.”

“So it’s healthy and I haven’t fucked anything up yet?” I don’t know what came over me, but I blurted that out without thinking.

“I just see a pretty healthy happy little peanut that is going to grow fast and be here before you know it!” Bri was used to saying this I’m sure, but it did make me feel a sense of relief and also a bit of fear.

“I can’t believe that’s OUR baby,” Warren’s voice rang out. I smiled at him and he was looking at me like I had just given him the ultimate gift. I guess I kind of was.

We finished our appointment and made another at the front desk. Warren was so invested and even pulled out his phone’s calendar to make sure he was available for the next time we’d be here. He was on cloud nine, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t too. We were going to be parents, and for one moment I wanted to be allowed to feel joyous about it, not sitting there thinking about the logistics of it all.

We got back into the car and Warren leaned in instantly to kiss me. His lips on mine made the world around us disappear.

“I’m so happy you’re the mother of my big headed baby,” Warren spoke between kisses. I laughed and hit his chest but deepening our kiss. I always thought of myself as a bit addicted to weed, but honestly I was way more addicted to Warren. No matter the dumb shit he did, he made me feel alive with his excitement of life and I wanted our child to get that characteristic from him.

“This is so crazy,” I smiled against his lips and he pulled away to stare at me. He had the most intense eyes, something else I hope our child gets from him.

“I have it all figured out. We’re going to be fine - great even.” Warren grabbed my face and kissed my forehead fast before getting back before the wheel and turning his key in the ignition. Maybe he got a job? Maybe he was selling weed?

“Oh yeah, and what makes you think we’re going to be just fine?” I was curious now, his nervousness seemed to subside and it was replaced with utter jubilance.

He laughed and drummed on the steering wheel as he pulled out of the parking lot. I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Because Spencer and I are going to pull off an Art Heist.”

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[sir-sunawani]

Quicksand

Fem Reader x Sir Crocodile

20 Chapters - 46,838 words

Read it on Ao3 or Wattpad

CW: Language, violence, blood, moral ambiguity, murder, sexual themes and situations, yandere, angst with a happy ending, a referenced instance of physical abuse. 18+ only

Chapter 3: Sand Trap

"Ah... no, it's f-fine." Your face goes red, and your body tries to disappear in on itself.

There's an amused note in his voice when he speaks. "It seems sixty days of conversation is evaporating right before my eyes."

You flinch, feeling guilty. "Sorry! Sorry, I uh..." You cover your face with your hands. "Of all the statistical possibilities, I wasn't prepared for this."

He chuckles, it's a warm sound that seems to stay in his chest. "Understandably. I do hope you'll decide to stay, at least."

"I... yes." You relax. You'd been having really great conversations with him for the last two months, and it wouldn't be fair to just leave.

More pointedly, would you survive, if you just walked out on a Freakin' WARLORD?!

"Try not to think of me as your boss, Miss?"

"My boss' boss' boss." You correct, taking in a deep breath and letting it out. "And it's (Y/N). (Y/N)(L/N), uh... sir."

"If you're not comfortable saying my name in public, you can call me Sunawani." He offers, picking up a menu and looking it over.

"Sunawani?"

"Mmhm. It's just a different language from what's used in the Metro." He clarifies, looking up from the menu to glance at you. "What do you think?"

"Uh, I think I can use that more easily." You admit, grabbing a menu as well, and unproductively reading over it. The words on the menu swim around with one another and nothing makes sense to you. Your nerves are killing you. When you had started talking with him over the website you had assumed that he had like, something physically wrong with him. It was a terrible assumption to make, but he was educated, and charismatic and understanding in every word that had come across your screen.

You hadn't figured the reason behind him having a hard time finding someone trustworthy was because he was a FREAKING HOT SUCCESSFUL WARLORD. You never mentioned the Underground while you had spoken, you hadn't even shared opinions on marines or the government.

Oh no how were you going to tell Alvida? What were you going to tell Buggy! Wait, why did you need to tell anyone anything? You got stood up. Plain and simple. This never happened. It was a delightful afternoon, and the food was really good, you could recommend the café, but that was it.

Your decision helped you refocus on the menu, and you were finally starting to sort out what was being offered.

Shortly after, Vivi came over and introduced herself.

"I'm Vivi, I'll be your server today." She says cheerfully. You could tell she was happy for you. "Have you decided what you'll have today, or do you need a few more minutes?"

"I know what I'd like, but I think my companion may need a few more moments." Crocodile offers, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Oh, uh, no – no, I can sort out what I want by the time you're done ordering." You assure him. Please gods just get the food out here and give you something to distract yourself with.

"Very well. I'll have the flank steak and eggs then. Medium rare, eggs sunny side up, and I believe your house blend coffee to drink." His voice drifts around almost lazily. There was no CEO or Warlord sitting across from you, but a half-asleep man who was probably missing his cigar. If you were half as relaxed as he sounded you'd be in a coma.

"And you, miss?" Vivi prompts after a moment.

"You know, what he ordered sounds delicious. I'll have the same, but uh, maybe some green tea instead of coffee."

"Same prep for the steak and eggs?"

"Oh yes, thank you."

Vivi takes your menus and excuses herself. You look around the table, wanting something to materialize in front of you so you could focus on it. The golden amber gaze from the other side of the table was drilling a hole into your soul, and he wasn't even staring rudely.

"If you can tell me what has you so nervous, Miss (Y/N), I can help alleviate it." He assures you coolly. His tone of voice and cadence make you feel like you could admit that you know he's a warlord and he wouldn't be at all bothered by it.

You laugh nervously, open your mouth a couple times only to close it. Putting your hand over your mouth and take in a breath, and when you finally speak you, voice is very small. "I did not expect you to be hot." You finally manage, looking up from between your fingers. He has the same relaxed, near-sleepy look on his face that you had seen earlier, but now with a slight smile tugging at his lips; which only makes him look better.

"Second to that I am worried about how this impacts work." You admit, after he doesn't say anything to your first point. "I've never dated a coworker, let alone..."

"Your boss' boss' boss."

"Yeah, that." Your face is pink, and you can feel the heat in your ears.

"I sense a third point," he says softly, catching your gaze for a moment.

"Ah... yeah, I'd rather not say yet." You admit honestly.

His eyes seem to search you for a moment, despite their half-lidded and relaxed appearance you feel like they're fully focused.

"Well, working two out of three concerns should be enough to start." He acquiesces after a moment's consideration. "Thank you for your compliment earlier."

"Compliment? Oh, yeah, you're welcome." You keep trying to will your face from turning any redder.

Vivi comes by with your drinks and sets them down with a smile. You're glad to have something to distract yourself with and cup your cup of green tea between your hands like it could save you.

"Food will be just a few more minutes." She assures you both and sets down glasses of ice water to go with your warm drinks.

"Thank you," Crocodile says, his eyes still on you and you just nod, not sure you can trust your voice right now.

"Would this be easier for you if I were ugly?" He questions, amusement just under the surface of his smooth voice after Vivi leaves.

You nearly choke on your tea.

"Nnngh, yes maybe?" You laugh a little at yourself, feeling some of the tension ease. "If you were like... normal levels of, uh, looking." You falter, not wanting to add a qualifier that would just be another way of calling him hot. "That would, uh, help."

"Perhaps I shouldn't have tried to cover up my scar." He muses.

It's a trap, and you walk right into it. "I've seen your scar; it just makes it worse."

"Worse?"

"Yeah, it, uh..." You flush brightly, realizing what you've muttered yourself into, trying to disappear into your teacup. "Makes... you... look... hotter."

You chug the rest of your tea, trying to ignore the very pointed, very pleased, gaze across the table from you. With the teacup empty you reach for one of the glasses of water.

"Thirsty?"

Phrasing! Yes! Dammit! Thoughts rush through your head and you stop yourself mid-move to take a drink.

"Ah, sorry." You say, not really sure what exactly you're apologizing for.

"You have nothing to apologize for, if anything I should apologize for teasing you." He admits, a sly smile pulling at his lips. "But you seem to have relaxed a little."

You sigh a little, since you can't argue, "Just... ah, if you could assure me... promise, maybe?"

"Nothing that happens between us will negatively effect your job." He states easily.

"Or positively." You prompt.

That one eyebrow goes up again as he takes a sip of coffee. "Naïve, but admiral. Very well, neither positive nor negative impacts at work due to whatever may happen between us, I promise."

You release a breath you didn't realize you were holding, and your shoulders relax. Vivi arrives with your lunches and gets you a refill of green tea. Conversation tapers off a little as you eat, but the food and the tea were helping you relax the rest of the way. Granted, most of your relaxation came from knowing you weren't going to lose your job if this was the last date you shared with him.

Point three was kind of big, and you weren't sure if it was safe to even admit to it. He seemed sure he could smooth over any of your concerns, but Warlord was a bit larger than anything else. You couldn't imagine he'd walk away from that life for you, and you were certain you couldn't live within that life without dying to the stress. Assuming you survived long enough to die to something as gentle as stress.

The conversation afterward was casual and easy. Crocodile seemed more awake after some coffee, and while he still looked sleepy and relaxed, there was more energy in his words.

"I would like to continue doing this," the words slip from him before you can muster up the courage to thank him for his time and leave. His fingers brush against yours, and you couldn't move your hand away. Warm, large fingers slip over yours with more confidence and he's practically holding your hand when he speaks again. "I can promise you discretion, Miss (Y/N). I simply don't wish to let every joy you've brought me the last couple of months crumble to dust so easily."

That guilty feeling throbs within you again. It's obvious that someone in his situation would find it hard to connect with anyone the way you two had the last two months. The man you knew from the last two months was kind, attentive, intelligent, and even tempered. He was a good person, even if things had caused him to live in a way that was, admittedly, kind of terrifying to you.

Warlords were at least backed by the Government. They had been assigned specifically to create a barrier around the growing territories of the Emperors, allowing the government to press the four emperors from both sides. The well defended holy zone in the middle of the Metro, and the sprawling rural and suburban areas beyond the Warlords' territory. The Emperors, stuck between the two, had to follow certain rules if they wanted to continue to receive supplies.

It was an uneasy balance of power between the three groups.

"No one would know." You say softly.

"No one."

"I just... I don't want to see my picture in the paper without warning." Your excuse is a little weak, but no less true.

"No picture would make it to print." He promises, and there's a dark and nearly terrifying weight to that promise.

You chew the bottom of your lip lightly, trying to decide. He tightens his grip on your hand just a little, lifting it up and kissing one of your fingers gently. Your face flushes, and your mind is already trying to decide what his kisses must feel like.

"Once more, just decide that for now. You can think on things between now and the next occasion. I can promise you won't regret doing this once more."

Once more. Once more couldn't hurt. Once more, maybe even twice more. Enough to assuage your own guilt, maybe even get over your own fears. Once more. Just enough time to learn what that forbidden kiss tastes like. Once more. Enough time to know what this warm hand feels like, brushing across skin more needy than a few fingers.

"Once more." You agree, your face flushing to your ears, you pull your hand back and his expression falters just ever so slightly. "P-perhaps twice." You admit softly, and see a soft sly smile curl at the edges of his lips.

#Quicksand #Sir Crocodile #x reader #sir crocodile x reader #one piece fanfiction #modern au #reader insert #yandere #grandline metro au

[nyxnightshade1332]

Expectations When Expecting (Book 1)

Chapter 5

Chapter 6:

The boys didn't run for long, somehow managing to round Grim into a corner, allowing Yuu to manage to reach them.

"Mrrah! I've had it with these boring classes!" Grim yowled, his fur puffing out slightly.

"Grim, you're making a scene! Do you want to become a great mage or not?" She said sternly, eyes narrowing as she dared him to make a move against her.

Grim, noting her tone of voice and remembering how terrifying she could be when angered, backed down, with an irritated, "UGH! When did you get all bossy?"

Yuu raised an eyebrow at the cat before picking him up. Yuu gave a warning smile, her tone changing to a sickly sweet warning. "Hey. Run away like that again, and I'm buying you a fireproof leash, got it?"

Grim winced, giving the young woman a nod.

"Good!" She smiled, turning to the (slightly terrified) boys. "Now! What's our next class gonna be?"

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About an hour later, the group made their way to the cafeteria, Grim suddenly bursting with excitement and Yuu practically starving.

"Wooo! Lunchtime at last!" Grim sniffed the air, his eyes scanning over the food. "Whoa!" Grim began to drool. "They got some good-lookin' grub!"

Yuu agreed, mouth watering at the sight of a steak with mashed potatoes and several ice-cream and fruit bowls. Hopefully, it's well done. Can't risk raw-ish meat.

"It actually looks good!" Yuu responded, before silently adding. "All my school ever gave was pizza and fruit."

"Look how fluffy those omelets are! Ooh, grilled chicken! And a bacon-and-egg tart!" Grim flitted between several different meals, while Yuu looked for dishes that she would deem as safe.

"Shhh! Dude, inside voices!" Ace said, watching Grim. "Where was this energy earlier today?"

"Yuu, grab me the grilled chicken! There's only one left!" He pointed, tail practically wagging. "Ooh! And an omelet too. And that jelly-filled bread. Just fill your whole tray with 'em!" Grim pointed, getting more carried away. Yuu piled quite a bit of food on the shared tray. Yuu reached the steak area where she had begun to ask if it was possible to get a well done steak when all of a sudden, Grim yelped.

"Ow!" Yuu turned to see Grim on the floor with three giants standing over him. She quickly confirmed her special order before dismissing herself to check on Grim.

"Hey! Watch where you're goin'!" One growled before looking at his food. "M-my carbonara! You broke the yolk!"

"Whoa, that's messed up! Pokin' the egg is the best part!" Second stared before sending a menacing glare at Grim. "You better make this right, pal!"

"I'm gonna need that grilled chicken of yours as compensation." The first one snarled, extending his hand while Grim clung to a piece of chicken.

"No way! Hands off the bird, chump! I need my protein, because I am HANGRY!" Grim hissed, his ears flashing as if giving a warning.

"Hey! That's no way to speak to an upperclassman! Catch me outside and I'll teach you some respect!" The boy growled, cracking his knuckles.

Yuu pushed past the growing crowd, stupidly placing herself between Grim and the guys. "What's happening here?" She asked, heart thumping loudly against her chest.

"I'll tell ya what happened. That fur-ball broke my yolk!" He snarled, getting increasingly close to her. She took a step back.

"Okay, first? Back the hell up." She said, "Second, food is food. It's still edible. However, if you're that bent out of shape about it, then I'll give you one of these." She said, offering one of Grim's jelly-breads.

Yuu yelped when she felt the bread get slapped out of her hand and a finger poked her collar bone harshly.

"You're gonna pay for that." She heard him snarl while he pulled out a magic pen. Yuu's eyes widened at the sudden escalation of events. She hadn't even been rude.

All of a sudden, someone was standing in front of her. "Um, excuse me, sir, but it said in the handbook that fighting with magic was prohibited..." A familiar voice was heard, Deuce, as Yuu recognized him.

"Fighting? You got it all wrong. This is just me helpin' an ignorant freshman know his place." The glare sent at herself and Grim sent shivers down her spine.

The second student gave a howling laugh, eyes glinting maliciously. "Now, let's see just how many ways there are to skin a cat, heh!" He lifted his pen, and all hell seemed to break loose.

Chapter 7

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst fanfic #nyx nightshade #preg!mc #twst wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland book 1

[checkoutmyflow]

Star Elite: Biggest food pet peeves

Here are some of Star Elite's biggest pet peeves. Also if you don't know Star Elite is my Blue Lock AU with my original characters. Here's the link so you can read up on it if you're interested.

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Fiorello Dal Lago: He fits the Italian stereotype a little bit, but he understands that people have their own preferences when it comes to food... but if you break pasta in half in front of him, he will never let you into the kitchen again.

De'Andre Wilde: If he cooks something and you ask for some, only to eat the entire thing by tomorrow, he's GOING to beat your ass. Better yet, if he orders something and you don't, but proceed to ask and try and eat off his plate he is going to backhand the shit out of you.

Amari Wilde: Nothing really ticks him off, mostly because he's too timid to confront you about it. However, if you don't wash your hands before cooking, he will politely tell you to leave the kitchen (Translation: Get the fuck out the kitchen you heathen) so he can prepare the food instead.

Xaivier Johnson: If you pour milk before your cereal he's side eyeing you. Put milk first and then heat it up in the microwave, and he is going to think you escaped a mental asylum.

Enkai Nakajima: Loudly chewing with your mouth open. Something as simple as this makes him want to actually knock the shit out of someone. Now does anyone really like this? No. But for whatever reason this pisses him off on a global scale.

Anselmo Espinoza: Ok, he's a really nice dude, but people who try and chastise what other people can eat really work his nerves. If he wants to eat something a certain way he's gonna eat it. If it isn't incredibly gross and unhealthy for your body he's gonna try it at least once. And if he doesn't like it, then oh well.

Isaac Espinoza: He hates ranch. It nauseates him to the highest degree. He hates to even look at it. Ranch anything makes him sick including ranch doritos. Also people who can't wrap burritos correctly-.

Vespa Richelieu: Very similar to Anselmo, he isn't too pleased when people try to judge and tell him what to eat. However his annoyance is mainly targeted towards vegans who try and say their way of eating is the superior one because they don't eat on dead animals. Please believe that if a vegan karen were to come up to him and try to reprimand him for eating meat, he will purposely eat meat in front of them while laughing his ass off. Why? Just because he can.

Deong Daon: When people, usually those who are inexperienced in the kitchen, don't properly use knives. Like sir, that is a steak knife. It's meant to cut steak. Also, whenever people just walk into the kitchen while you're cooking. Not helping at all, especially when they come near him while he's holding a knife. It makes him paranoid.

Elio Rossi: People who over-season their food. Salt and pepper get the job done sometimes you don't have to add all this extra shit to make something taste good. Chill out.

Alexander Bennett: He doesn't care if the food is the best in the world. If there's grease flooding the plate, dirtying his hands and clothes, he's not gonna fucking eat it. He doesn't want to take a bite of something and have grease immediately explode in his mouth.

Lixue Bai: If he's eating something chewy and he feels something oddly crunchy in the food, he's lighting his mouth on fire.

Axel Hart: Big silverware make him want to go into cardiac arrest. Yes he will make a dramatic scene about it because it is necessary. Big silverware was made for torture purposes.

Seia Morikawa: Allergies exist. Why do some people treat it as a weak thing?? It's not like people can control it?? What you want them to just grow out of a food allergy? Dumbass. Oh- also people who just throw food away carelessly.

Carnell Reid: If he's eating with you, he doesn't wanna hear or see you throw your head back and moan loudly in front of god and everyone about how good the food it. He gets it. The food is good. You can just say that instead of making everyone uncomfortable with your food porn rant.

Bruce Matthews: He has no clue how people can just drink coffee bland with no sweeters or spices. No sugar? Cinnamon? Ginger? Like seriously?? If you drink plain black coffee he considers you one of the most boring people to live on planet earth.

Amador Shimizu: People who shit on other people's food, especially when it's apart of their culture, piss this man off. You're allowed to dislike it but why hate on it just because of the culture it's from??

Omair Rosario: He loves to cook for people. it's something he learned to love from his mother. He loves seeing the happiness on people's faces as they join together to eat. He sees food as not only a necessity, but a way to bring people together. It's very hard to anger let alone annoy him. Except some things. People being forced to eat when they don't want to, and people who deliberately waste food. These things irk him heavily.

Emeterio Narvaez: White people who put raisins in everything. Why? Damnit he wanted mashed potatoes not a fucking milky, watery abomination with shit pallets inside (aka raisins). Let him catch a single raisin in his food when it's not supposed to be there. He's never trusting your cooking again. EVER.

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That's all for this post. If you want to, comment or repost with your own opinions. And like if you want to. Bye :)

#blue lock #blue lock oc #original characters #food #pet peeve #my headcanons #i guess #comment please

[themackenzieboydchronicles]

Mack and Aaron Head for the Beach and has Mack embarked on a Holiday Romance?

Mackron fanfic.

Mack and Aaron decided to spend the morning at the beach. "They make a fortune here selling those umbrellas said Mack "They are so expensive"

"Well unless you want to be burnt to a frizzle you'd better buy one" said Aaron as he paid the man for his umbrella.

"I can't get mine to go up" said Mack who was struggling.

"Come here whimp" said Aaron showing Mack how it was done.

"Fancy some coconut?" Mack asked Aaron as he saw a girl selling some on the beach.

"For God's sake" said Aaron you only want it coz the girl selling it is fit"

"Exactly" said Mack beckoning the girl over.

"You like foot massage sir" she asked Mack after giving him his coconut.

"You dare say yes" said Aaron "You know what foot massages do to you Mack"

"I sure do" said Mack with a stupid grin on his face.

"You can do mine" said Aaron to the girl.

"You flipping spoilsport" said Mack.

"Jealous?" Aaron asked as he relaxed and enjoyed his foot massage.

"I'll tell you what" said Aaron "I'll give you a foot massage tonight in bed if you like"

"Let's go now" said Mack. "The thought is too much"

"No way we paid a fortune for the umbrellas so we're staying" said Aaron "And besides you don't need any encouragement"

"There's Katrina" shouted Mack trying to get her attention.

"Mack, Aaron!" said Katrina as she approached them.

"Can I share your umbrella with you" she said sitting next to Mack.

"If you move over you can share my beach towel as well" said Mack lapping up all the attention.

"In case you haven't noticed I am still here" said Aaron.

"Well make yourself useful and bring three ice creams" said Mack to Aaron.

"Just you watch him Katrina, he's a terrible flirt" said Aaron as he got up to go for the ice cream.

"You have you a girlfriend in England?" Katrina asked.

"Yes" replied Mack "We are having a baby" said Mack enjoying every opportunity to tell people.

"So I can't have a kiss then?"Katrina asked coyly.

"Well"...Mack started to say.

"No he flipping can't" Aaron butted in giving Mack and Katrina their ice creams.

"Such a pity. You are very handsome" Katrina said snuggling up to Mack who was looking at Aaron who was rolling his eyes.

"What?" Mack asked Aaron.

"Nothing" Aaron replied "Just keeping an eye on you. You just can't resist a pretty face"

"Katrina will you keep an eye on our stuff as we have a swim in the sea?" Aaron asked after they finished their ices.

"You were actually going to kiss her weren't you? Aaron said as they headed for the sea.

"No. I was going to say no until you interupted" said Mack.

"Well come here and kiss me" said Aaron grabbing Mack.

"Come on race you to the sea" said Aaron. "You need cooling off"

"Beat you as usual" shouted Mack as they ran into the sea.

"Oh yeah" said Aaron jumping on Macks back and dunking him under the water

"Just you wait Aaron Dingle. I'll get you back" yelled Mack diving under the sea and pulling Aaron under by grabbing his legs.

"I give in" yelled Aaron. "Let's go back to Katrina she is looking after our stuff"

"Did you know that Sex on the Beach is one of our most popular cocktails in the bar" said Mack as they walked back to Katrina with their arms around each other.

"Do you want us to get arrested?" laughed Aaron.

"Aaron please take a photo of me and Mack" Katrina asked when they got back as she promptly put her arms round Mack.

"Come on Boyd" said Aaron "Put your arms round her. Make it look real"

"Thank you so much my friends at the Hotel will be so jealous to think I pulled you" said Katrina.

"Well it's lunchtime now and we're going to do the bus tour after aren't we?" said Mack.

"Yep" said Aaron. "There's a restaurant not far from here that do an English menu and I fancy a steak" said Aaron

"Sounds alright to me"said Mack Slipping his wet swimming trunks off under his beach towel.

"Why don't I come on the bus tour with you" said Katrina "I could point out all the places of interest"

"Tell you what" said Mack "Come and have lunch with us. I'll pay"

"Do you know something Boydie. You're unbelievable" Aaron laughed giving Mack a friendly punch.

"What do you mean?" asked Mack.

"Only you could have a holiday romance when he's away with his boyfriend" laughed Aaron.

"I'm not having a holiday romance though" said Mack.

"Well Katrina thinks so" laughed Aaron "She's definitely got the hots for you"

#mackron fanfic #aaron dingle #mackenzie boyd #mackron #mack and aaron #barcelona #holiday romance

[odinsblog]

The perfect steak

#lol #the perfect steak #🥩 #food #steaks #cooking #the 1st time i went to paris #i was in a fancy hoity toity restaurant and ​i ordered my steak well done #and the waiter looked at me like i had just assaulted his mom #and he said - sir that isnt necessary we know how to cook here #he said that shit with some attitude too - but i insisted on well done #and he let out a long ass audible sigh #lowered his head and went back to the kitchen #visibly annoyed with me #and within moments the head chef!! came out to my table and said #sir did u want your steak well done? your waiter doesnt speak english very well #and when i assured him thats exactly what i wanted he looked like #he saw a unicorn or something - and he shook his head and looked over to the waiter #and the waiter had this *see?!! i told you so* look on his face #and tbh i was kinda amused at it all #i wasnt even a little bit mad - i understand how some artists get all up in their feelings abt their craft #and when the steak came the waiter made a big fuckn show of it #he was all like - here sir is your *well done* steak #practically yelled it lol #and that shit was sooo good too #and the service was on point #i made sure i left a super big tip bc i didnt wanna be *that guy* the shitty american #also - the 1st meal i ever cooked for a date looked *exactly* like that #luckily she liked me and actually tried to eat it - i took pity on her and ordered pizza bc my shit looked like congratulations #ended up being a really good 1st date. anyway this twitter thread just reminded me of all that

[kirythestitchwitch]

okay so, I have a Story about a customer we had tonight

so this guy in a fancy denim cowboy shirt (a jirt, if you will) came in during our dinner rush and ordered two burritos. the girl (T) doing the hot station (beans and rice and meat) was like "okie dokie, what do you want on them?"

this guy goes "I want Everything on the burritos, except the corn, jalapeños, and cheese."

T pauses to check

"You want Everything?"

"Yes, all the meats, and then all the vegetables."

"So you want... the steak, and the chicken, and the white meat chicken, and the ground beef, and the pulled pork, and the tofu?"

"What's tofu?"

"A soybean protein, comes in spongy blocks."

"You had me at protein, put it on!"

T turns to me. "Can we... can we do that?"

I slap on my manager tone of voice. "Sir, each extra scoop is going to be about $2.09-2.59 each, is that okay?"

he reassures us that is fine. I okay the Frankenburrito

T starts making his burritos. with each extra scoop the mound of food gets larger and larger. she is sweating bullets by the time she slides the first burrito to the cold table

so tonight was the first night J the new boy had been working cold. he has zero experience rolling burritos previous to the last two hours

he looks at this thing and goes "Do i.... have to?" o_o

absolutely not

I step up to the table and start piling on lettuce and pico de gallo and guac and onions and cucumbers and olives and cilantro

when I am done I look down at this thing, I look up at this man, and i sigh

Sir, I don't mean to question your life choices, but can I put this in a bowl? there is no way I can roll this.

"No it's fine," he insists. "Just use another tortilla to like, extend them out, and then roll it up."

....

Sir.

"You can do this, it'll be fine!"

so i get another 12" tortilla

like kinda overlap them?

and then sorta?? roll one into the other so it is a literal Tube of Meat

the ends did not fold in there was no Containing this thing

I grabbed another foil wrapper so I could roll this thing into two of them and kinda smash the ends in

I squinted at the customer

"It's great, it's fine!" he says, cheerfully

T hands me the Second Burrito

I do it ALL OVER AGAIN

and then take these two giant lumps to the cashier

the cashier, A, is looking over in horror

"[Kiry], how do I even ring those up???"

it's okay, I've got this

the man requests no chips, so I pack each burrito (which for some scale is about the size of a small puppy each) sideways in a paper bag and put them in a plastic bag for carry out

I ring him up, adding scoop after scoop

$47.20 y'all, for two burritos

A is about to die

"$47.20????"

"that is what you get when you get fuckin Noah's Ark over here!!" I say

I may have been having a stroke by that point

the man laughs and hands over his card np

"Are you okay?" he asks me

I am terrific

"Are you mad at me?"

Sir, this is the most delighted I have been in days. I am going to go on the internet and tell Everyone I Know this story

he is ecstatic. he takes his burritos, wishes us a great night, and leaves

I am unsure what kind of eldrich being is currently unhinging his jaw to devour these burritos since he was wearing a gaiter the whole time, but i wish him well

#when he comes back i will be ready #i am still unsure i did not hallucinate the entire experience #but i had three other witnesses #so it must have happened #kiry's work stories #okay just in case someone checks here #the cheese is a typo #i was rushing when i typed up the post and trying to remember everything on the cold bar #and i wrote cheese! #but i absolutely did not give the cowboy cryptid cheese

[enhais]

hi!! could you do a yandere enhypen where they stalk the reader?

thank you so much!

yandere!enhypen stalks the reader

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pairing: yandere!enhypen x gn!reader

genre: yandere

a/n: im making this as a reaction if that’s fine with you!

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jungwon

you were walking home from work, as usual, with headphones blasting the recent hits and jungwon walked behind you from a distance, just like he’s been doing for the past couple of weeks.

you never suspected anything and it didn’t feel weird. whenever you looked behind you there was either a guy with sweet, handsome features or no one. you never thought twice about it since you lived in a fairly crowded area. sure, the recent news was about attempted murders and kidnappings and you were told to not be outside during a certain hour, but it felt safe walking home. the same thing you’ve done for years. why would it be different now?

jungwon quickened his pace as he wanted to get a closer look at you. he’d only been able to zoom in on the pictures taken on his phone, but the times you were in front of him were so much better.

“i must have you. we belong together, i can feel it. i’ve felt it since the first time we met at the café.” he sighed and stopped himself, not wanting to be caught just yet and letting you walk up to your apartment.

heeseung

the two of you had been friends for a very long time. it all started in second grade when he came to school without fruits in his lunchbox (he always had fruits with him instead of candy or other snacks). he began to cry and you, being the sweet hero that you were, handed him some apple slices and grapes, “there you go. now please stop crying, it’s a bit annoying.”

ever since then, he told you he’d make it up to you. and he did. several times. but the one thing never leaving his mind was that he had to marry you, no matter what or who stood in his way.

recently, you’ve been hanging out with his friend jake a bit more often. you didn’t want heeseung to be mad at either of you, so you just told him that you were hanging out with a friend. he didn’t believe you and that’s why he followed your every move after school.

it’s been like this for a few weeks and even though you’ve seen him a couple of times, you haven’t brought it up, thinking he was just there coincidentally. but oh boy how wrong you were.

“jake doesn’t have a chance against me, everyone knows that. im her number one priority as she is mine and i will be the one to get her heart.” he muttered for himself while slurping the smoothie he ordered to stay looking after you.

jay

you were working with enhypen as their stylist, making sure everything was right for the next comeback. jay had known you since trainee days when you took your first steps as a stylist and was excited that you were gonna work with them now. you were still learning things about the industry, but your colleagues had an open mind thinking that they needed someone younger’s thoughts.

just like you, jay had grown up so much since the last time you saw each other. he, of course, never forgot you and had been stalking your social media accounts at least once a week. you never knew that though, and he wasn’t planning on telling you.

stalking on the internet soon came to be stalking in real life. he always kept an eye open on your schedule, planning to “bump into you” by accident and hoping that you were gonna visit them for measurements even though everything was mostly finished.

“oh, hi y/n! what are you up to?” he put his hand on your shoulder and held it there for a moment before letting go, “i have a meeting about the concept in a few, how about you?” you returned the question, not wanting to sound impolite, “just the usual… training.” he smiled and you nodded as you walked off to the meeting, “i’ll see you later, jay.”

jake

you’d never met him in your life, but something told you you’d seen him before.

you were working the late-night shift at the restaurant and were quick to take the orders. you didn’t really care about the guests, just having one goal in mind and that was to go home and sleep.

a guy came in, looking like the lead in a drama, and sat down by the bar. you were immediately caught up in his handsome features, from the way his eyes shone in the dimmed light to his bright smile. “what would you like today, sir?” you asked as you got ready with the notepad. he looked directly into your eyes with that sweet smile, “you.” you burst out laughing, “oh yeah? that was funny.” it took a second before you collected yourself and the guy still didn’t take his eyes off you, “i can recommend the burger and the steak, but if you want more vegetables, i’d recommend the salad.” you explained.

jake ordered the steak and picked up his phone after you left, wanting to take some pictures of the place. of you.

later that night, when he received the tab, he wrote down your name in his phone and wrote you a cute little note on a napkin, “loved the conversation, might have to steal you from work someday.” and added his phone number, hoping you would call.

sunghoon

you were at the ice rink to support a friend and give them some assistance. sunghoon immediately made his way over to you who was standing by the side all alone.

cold air whooshed against your face, making your cheeks a bit more red, “hi, who are you? i haven’t seen you here before.” his smile was sweet, “im here with a friend.” he hummed, “well, if you want to hang out later, i can make some time.” you blushed and gave out a nervous chuckle, “mhm, we’ll see.”

the two of you exchanged numbers and have spent a lot of time together since then. what you didn’t know, however, was that sunghoon had pressured your friend to bring you to the ice rink that day… he had seen you around town before and did his research. you were more difficult to find, so he went for a different approach: kidnap your friend and threaten them to help him get you.

“you’re friends with y/n, right? i want you to get them to the ice rink.” they nodded hastily, trying to respond, but his hand was covering their mouth, “i know the two of us have talked before, i know you usually hang out there, so just do me a favor and get them there.”

sunoo

working at a busy café in the middle of seoul made you see thousands of people every day. sunoo, however, only wanted to see you.

he came in at least once every day to order coffee and have small talk. when he came in your colleagues immediately gave you a heads up, “the sweet sunoo is here again, miss girl.” they laughed and you walked out the storage room with a bright smile, “thanks guys.” sunoo took off his sunglasses to get a better look at you, “hi sunoo.” you greeted as you re-tied the apron, “do you want the usual? or maybe try something different?” he smiled, “the usual, thank you.”

his gaze never left your face and you’d gotten quite used to it. still, what made you a little worried was his lockscreen. you swore it was a picture of you taken from afar. you didn’t dare to question though, thinking it would start something you didn’t want to experience. but, what you didn’t know was that he’d been stalking you for the past couple of months. not only grabbing coffee and having small talk but following you to your home, getting to know your daily routines and who you hung out with as well.

“if you want to visit the company, you know where it is. just call me and i’ll take you on a tour.” he laughed and gave you a napkin with his number on it. you looked at it for a minute before locking eyes again, “thank you.”

niki

as a trainee at belift there are a lot of things to do. practice singing, practice dancing, study for the upcoming tests in school, and so on and so forth. you’d been at belift for about a year and recently gained a lot of attention from the producers as your monthly evaluation really stood out from everyone else.

but it’s not only the producers who are interested. niki from enhypen has been keeping an eye on you from the day you arrived, wanting you in his life one way or another.

you’d just finished dance practice and were on your way to fill up your water bottle as you bumped into him. “oh, hi y/n. you good?” with a black cap and oversized black hoodie, you barely recognized him, “niki?” he nodded with a short laugh, “oh, im good.” you began, “i just finished practicing.” you motioned to your bottle, still waiting to be filled with water, “mm, alright. we’ll talk later, yeah? i have a meeting.” he explained and gave you a wave goodbye.

you thought he was just like any other guy at the company: hardworking, sweet, and motivated, and you were right, but he was hardworking, sweet, and motivated for you as well. taking every chance to talk to you, touch you, making you want to be with him. but that would take some time for you to figure out, he made sure of that.

#enhypen #enhypen reaction #yandere!enhypen #enhypen imagine #kpop #kpop reaction #kpop yandere #yandere #enhypen au #kpop au #heeseung #jungwon #sunghoon #jake #jay #sunoo #niki

[shirophantomvox]

What Would a Card Game with Hisoka Be Like? Hisoka x S/O

This is part 2 to my previous headcanon post about how to get the Adult Trio to blush. Check it out now!

Hello anon and thank you for this wonderful ask! Your question is very unique because it asks about card-playing and Hisoka. I’ll be honest, I have never thought about Hisoka actually playing a card game but since it is a part of his aesthetic, I’m sure it’s possible. You and I are wondering the same thing…how would a card game go with him? How would Hisoka enjoy a night at a Casino? He’d love it! The thrill of intense game playing, stupid wagers, and fancy hotels with beds as soft as the clouds?! I mean, he has stated before that he learned card tricks from his mother. I used “lady” in here as a context filler just to make the story but anyone can insert themselves in this story. As usual, I have to incorporate fluff in here somewhere. Say no more! Buckle up, people; we are about to go on a fast ride to satisfaction-Ville.

♠️ Tonk, survival of the fittest ♠️

It is common knowledge that playing cards are Hisoka’s strength. I’m not sure if he knows how to play cards or if he only uses them as weapons. Either way, he somehow perfects his moves. Sometimes playing a game of cards with him are loads of fun and sometimes they turn into heated and naughty dares session if one loses a certain amount of rounds.

Headcanon 1: Hisoka is the king at bluffing. He’ll say anything to pressure you into dropping your hand on the table. Don’t be surprised if he expresses how he’ll cater to your every whim if you drop your hand in an instant, but do not fall for it!

Headcanon 2: Drama makes him full; more than oatmeal. He’ll talk about how horrible you are at card games and that you move slowly like an old person just to make you angry so you can quit at the game. He often gives you the evilest glares from across the table. Sometimes they can be so bone-chilling that you turn your head to make sure no one had anything to your neck. But something about those evil glares made you break a sweat not from fear but from arousal. It’s something about that thin, smug smile that makes you want to say “Take me here.” The anticipation is eating you both alive.

Headcanon 3: Most of the time, he likes to include a wager to make the game more interesting. This can be something as simple as giving him a massage to who will be handcuffed that night. One time he bet $1,000, convinced that he was going to win a game of Gin but when you beat him in the first 10 minutes, he was flabbergasted.

Headcanon 4: Hisoka isn’t afraid to admit to defeat. If you won the game fair and square, then so be it. You have won a surprising amount of card games. Since this magician is the master at card tricks, it would seem like he’d win, but you and he were nearly even. After you won this round, he’d slightly throw his hands up and laugh.

“I didn’t know you’d catch on so quickly and quite well, I might add.”

“Well...I learned from a great teacher…”, you pause for second sipping from your cup and fluttered your eyes, “...Hisoka.” The purring of his name pushed a slight groan of relief from the magician as he held his 5 cards in front of his mouth, leaving only his nose and golden eyes exposed.

Headcanon 5: Hisoka doesn't cheat at all when he plays cards. It isn’t fun if a person continuously cheats because the game would be over in seconds. Although he doesn’t cheat, he often distracts you with physical touch. Sometimes he’d rub his fingers on your hand as it rests on the table or blows you kisses. This is done to divert your attention from the game and focus on his passes. Well...I guess you could call this cheating. If you’re having a hard time trying to pull a card for the win, sometimes he will give you a pass and allow you to discard one card to put you ahead of him. If you’re taking absolutely TOO LONG to pull, he’ll throw his stack of cards on the table, come over, and demonstrate for you. To add insult to injury, he’d bend over placing his sharp chin your should on purpose so his mouth could be by your ear. He is now taking up the majority of your seat (doing squats for so many years finally paid off) and is guiding both of your hands mimicking how to pick cards to win a game.

Headcanon 6: Flirting is his strength. He already knows that he is eye candy to everyone and uses it to his advantage. As he explains his methods, within each explanation he takes a card (without Nen) and grazes it against your jaw or arm, and whispers what card it is.

“...Here we have a Queen of Hearts. Look familiar?”

You nod and frown. “No.”

“It’s you, silly.”

Ah! Those cheesy pick-up lines! You never get tired of those

“A 2 of Spades, a 4 of Diamonds, and a Joker card.” His deep voice tickled your eardrum as he spoke softly. “Are you paying attention, kitten?” He knew that you weren’t but continued to pull your finger anyway.

As he continued to fiddle with cards, he gently places a few kisses on your cheek to see if you can still focus while doing so. Truth be told, it wouldn’t be fun for either of you if you developed a stone heart like how he had.

♦ ♥ Casino Night ♥ ♦

Headcanon 7: He loves to participate in exciting Casino Games and have you attend as his “partner in crime”.

On a Casino Date Night, he often chooses a dress for you and you choose his suit. Red and black or black and gold always look flawless together.

The casino is his favorite place to go when he accompanies Illumi on missions. The Zoldyck boy is often irritated by the fact but allows him to do whatever he pleases as long as he doesn’t attract too much attention to himself. That is such a stupid thing to ask of this magician. He is eye candy after all. How can he go unnoticed? If you are with him, he is bound to be noticed. People would stare in awe and jealously at how you two were beyond a power couple.

Hisoka often engages in stupid and dangerous wagers that almost cost him his life but knowing the excitement he gets from it, he doesn’t care.

He has placed bets with members of the Mafia and gang-bangers betting his house and jewels but somehow always manages to win. To make matters worse, the sore losers would often call you horrible names simply because they were angry because they lost to a sly young man.

He refers to you as his “good luck charm ♣” which seems to be true. Every time you are with him, he wins the riskiest wagers.

Headcanon 8: He despises the slot machines. He believes they are rigged to not match on purpose so you can continue to waste money. He forbids you to play them especially when you are using his money.

Headcanon 9: When in “Gamer’s Den”, he is much more protective of you than anywhere else. The Gamer’s Den is a Den of thieves; they mainly consist of money-hungry men that prey on people and their vulnerabilities and/or have committed crimes before (example: robbing winners when walking to their cars). Keeping his arm around your waist, he glares at everyone in the room to establish a sense of dominance AND to let it be known that he is not to be messed with.

Headcanon 10: His kitten (you) is not to be flirted with. You were in the Lion’s Den; something similar to a piece of steak in front of warm-blooded mammals. Of course, wolf-whistles were heard when you walked by, but your man was by your side; it was easy to ignore. Some of the men disregarded his stares and began to flirt with you hard. It made you cringe. Who would want a 50-year-old man with too much cologne on, in your face smiling with a yellow tooth showing? The man only backs up when Hisoka throws his Joker card at him, grazing his cheek causing it to be scratched. One man pushed you to the ground because you ignored his passes. Hisoka began to laugh, sounding a bit psychotic.

“Sir, you do not put your hands on a lady. It shows how much of a coward you are for not excepting that she isn’t interested.”

“Shut up you bag of bones! There’s no way she’s with your skinny ass,” the older man yelled. “You young people annoy the crap out of me! I could break your thin ass in half in a matter of seconds!” His face was red, ready to burst into flames yet he wasn’t ready for the surprise he was about to get.”

Hisoka walked over, helped you up, and dusted off your dress. The man started in confusion. He couldn’t bear the thought of such a beautiful person to be with someone like him.

The man continued to hurl insults at Hisoka but before he could react, security had already thrown him out.

“What a pity. I was going to show him what a ‘skinny’ man can do. Oh well.

Headcanon 11: You enjoy playing pool more than he does. Again, he takes this opportunity to distract you as much as possible. The touch of his cold moist lips from drinking wine on your warm neck causes you to jerk, missing the hole you were shooting for. After pouting, nearly about to jab him in his stomach (because you were playing for money), Hisoka chuckles in a teasingly way.

“I adore that look,” he says sipping from his wine cup.

“I’m sure you do.”

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