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blueberrypancakesworld · 10 months

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Lords of chaos Euronymous x reader

Reader has always loved metal music and dressing up for concerts. So, when her friend invites her to go see this upcoming band called Mayhem she puts on her shortest skirt and tiniest top and maybe even hooks up with the lead guitarist. 🖤🖤

Eyes on you in the short skirt

warning : tiny fluff, kissing, making out, implied sex

Lords of chaos ~ masterlist

Rory Culkin's character ~ masterlist

Info : Thanks for the request and a very good outfit choice I must say ;) It was nice to write and have fun reading, everyone else too

Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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The illuminated room in the evening was not quiet like her parents. Or accompanied by a children's audio book like her little brother's. Nor was it colourfully lit like the party across the hall. ,,A bunch of posers," she muttered as she pushed aside the dark curtain and looked at the colourfully lit house.

It was a party for the town's well-known cheerleader and student body president. Too colourful, too bright for Y/n's taste.

But she didn't let herself be distracted, instead she pulled the curtain back and listened to her music again. Black metal by Venom was playing very loudly from the record player she had bought herself.The only good way to listen to metal she heard her friend say in her head.

She remembered how they had gone together to every shop that sold music. After that, the metal section was more than empty, that was for sure. But not just buying music, everything black that had leather and studs.

Getting ready for concerts and painting their faces with corpse paint was another thing they liked. Alone or together it was all good. Just as she was about to turn to her record player, she heard her phone ring.

Reaching for the receiver and putting it to her ear she heard her friend's voice. ,,Hey Y/n, what's up? Say, I've got a ticket left for Mayhem, they're playing at the city centre tonight" she heard the words and her lips twisted into a grin.

Mayhem was a relatively new band in this music field and yet they were notorious. Not only for the performances they offered which included blood, death, corpses and pretty much everything evil.

Even the band members were no pure background characters. ,,I'll be with you in fifteen minutes," she said, slamming down the receiver and hurrying to her wardrobe. When she opened it, she was greeted by black clothes. Nothing new and yet she knew exactly what she wanted to wear.

She decided to grab her shortest black skirt and the smallest top she had. Not least because it made her body stand out more than a little and maybe she could show off a little too. Slipping into her new clothes she looked at herself in her broken mirror.

It was tight, short and ,,Perfect" she murmured and lastly fixed her hair and make-up, which she decided to keep sexy. Corpsepaint, maybe he'll paint it for me she thought, thinking of the picture of Euronymous she had seen in the newspaper. "The new Satanist children" was the headline and a smirk came to her lips.

The night would be perfect. Grabbing her boots and trying to go down the stairs quietly, she listened once more inside the house.

But her parents were asleep and so was her brother. She was free. Rushing out of the house and taking the short way to her friend's house, she couldn't help but cheer with delight.

Not only would she see her friend, again at a concert together. No, she would also see Mayhem. The walk to her friend's house was quickly done and from there they walked the rest of the short way to their destination.

The city centre or rather the Aulla of the city was big, not huge but big enough to hold a good concert. Showing their tickets, they eagerly mingled with the crowd, grabbed a beer and gazed at the many different people.

All of them looked darker, more satanic and more frightening than the other. But none of this mattered when the band came on stage and the first note was played.

The crowd went wild, screaming and singing along, the first carcasses were thrown into the crowd and Y/n even thought he got blood from somewhere. But it could not have been better. Especially when she was sure that she felt Euronymou's gaze on her. More than once.

But the point where she almost thought she felt the dark magic and Satan was when one of the band members came up to her. She was about to leave and her friend wanted to make a quick stop at the merch stand.

When the band leader came up to them and said, ,,Euronymous wants to see you". No sooner had she said the words than her friend practically pushed her back towards the stage and said, ,,Call me later, I want to know every detail," before she happily continued to pop as if she hadn't noticed anything. But now Y/n was on stage where the band had been a few minutes ago.

It was exciting to look back at the now empty space. Maybe I'll stand here one day? she thought with a smile and had to think back to her bad attempts which included breaking several guitars.

But of course she was a natural. ,,Just go down the corridor, through the black door," he said and showed her the way with his hand. Hastily walking down the corridor, she adjusted her clothes, feeling her heart beat faster in anticipation. Before she arrived at the door, knocked lightly and went inside.

Inside the room, she immediately smelled cigarettes and beer. ,,You're here," murmured a voice she knew only too well. Euronymous, the founder of Mayhem, was sitting on a black, old, worn leather sofa. In his hand was the dark beer bottle as his eyes settled on it. ,,You wanted it," she countered and saw that he was holding onto her bust.

He didn't hide it, he didn't have to because that was what she wanted. He nodded briefly as if her answer was heavy and philosophical before taking another sip of his beer.

Before he put it down on the small table and pointed to his leg with his hand. ,,That's what you're here for with the founder of Mayhem...since I saw you tonight" he said and watched as she came closer slowly almost reverently watching him. Waiting for him to do something she didn't see coming. But he sat still, grabbing her hips as she settled onto his lap.

His grip was not painful but the small circles and the scratching of his fingers over her warm soft skin let her know that she should stay. Shouldn't dare pull away now. ,,You were incredible," she murmured, reaching unbidden for his beer bottle and taking a sip. Saw his eyes watching her body.

The short skirt that pushed up slightly with the new position, the top that followed, the obviousness that she wasn't wearing a bra. His eyes showed more than interest and fascination. It was lust.

Taking the bottle from her lips she put it back, but barely looking back at him she felt his hand buried in her hair. Pulling her closer, no matter the compressed position, he engaged her in an intimate kiss. A kiss in which she felt more than just clearly what he wanted, if it wasn't already clear.

The hand that had not wrapped itself in her hair to pull her against him moved down her hip to her bottom. She twitched and smirked slightly as she felt him tighten the lace on her panties.

One by one they slowly moved closer to her centre, almost making her squeal. ,,I knew it, the little top, the short skirt...you're going to be the perfect night," he murmured to her before pulling her off him and onto the cool couch. ,,Gladly," she replied before pulling him close and wrapping him in another kiss. Knowing that the night had many hours to offer.

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@mayhem-things , @bvg-w1res , @icarus-star

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honeycuttfulton17 · 2 years

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New Arrival

Request: Yes / No Request - Female reader is Toni's cousin who arrives in Riverdale and ends up being rescued and befriended by Sweet Pea. after a few months Sweet Pea and Fangs develop a crush on her [no one knows her father is a business associate of Hiram Lodge, you don't need to have this part in. veronica is my fave female character] @whoviancumberbunny

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Sweet Pea x Fangs Fogarty x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2169

Warnings: A Ghoulie being an asshole and I think that’s it!

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My Father was a bad guy. He’s associated with one of the worst people I’ve ever met, Hiram Lodge. He was the absolute worst person, especially with how he was trying to buy up the area where my cousin lives! My Father didn’t seem to give any fucks about the ‘reject’ side of the family. I was done with his shit. I packed my stuff up and decided I was gonna move to Riverdale. I had called my cousin Toni before I made the decision and she agreed to let me stay there, after she talked our Nana of course. I was so excited to see her, it’s been forever! I made sure I grabbed some money from my Father and left for Riverdale. When I got there I knew no one from the Northside of town went there, so I started my walk from the bus stop. Lucky for me I didn’t bring everything I had, so it was easy to carry my shit. Once I crossed over to the Southside, I could instantly see the difference. It was like the town didn’t give a shit about this side. Toni really wasn’t lying. I was pretty sure I was close to the trailer park, but honestly wasn’t sure. I looked down at my phone to call Toni, but I ended up walking into someone.

“Hey, watch it bitch!” The guy growled and I looked up to see a guy in a black studded vest and dark eyeliner on.

“Sorry dude, no need to be an asshole.” I said and went to keep walking, but he grabbed my arm and stopped me.

“You’re new around here, clearly, so let me tell you how this works. I’m with the best gang in town, The Ghoulies, and you can’t talk that way to me. So, you’re gonna make it up to me.” He said with a smirk and looked me up and down. I rolled my eyes and got out of his grip.

“Yeah right, idiot.” I said and continued walking. I thought that would just be the end of it, but he grabbed me and slammed me against a wall. I hit my head, but it was probably just gonna leave a killer headache.

“Now you’re really gonna have to make it up to me.” He growled and pulled out a knife. My eyes widened and I gulped.

“Be a good girl and you won’t get hurt.” He smirked. I felt my blood run cold and I knew what was about to happen.

“Hey! Get the fuck off her!” Someone shouted and the guy looked back to see a tall guy with a snake tattoo on his neck. He must be with the Serpents, like Toni!

“This isn’t your business Snake.” He growled.

“I said-” Tall guy said, pulling out his own knife.

“Get the fuck off her.” He growled, stepping closer to him. The guy holding me had fear flash in his eyes, but recovered quickly.

“Whatever, bitch aint even worth it.” He said and shoved himself off me. He ran off and the tall guy walked up to me, putting his knife away.

“You alright?” He asked and I nodded, picking some of my stuff off the ground.

“Thanks, I just got into town and clearly don’t know much.” I said and he chuckled.

“Clearly. What are you doing here anyway? Who the hell wants to come to Riverdale?” He asked and I gave a small smile.

“I’m moving in with my cousin.” I answered and his eyes widened slightly.

“Is your cousin Toni Topaz?” He asked and my smile grew.

“Yeah, do you know her?” I asked and he smiled.

“She’s one of my best friends.” He chuckled.

“Thank God, I was just about to call her because I might be a little lost.” I laughed.

“Where are you trying to go?” He asked.

“Sunnyside Trailer Park.” I answered and he laughed.

“Yeah, you’re a little lost. How about I give you a ride.” He offered and I smiled.

“Really? That’d be great!” I said and he walked over to his bike.

“Hop on.” He said. I got on the back, while keeping my stuff on my arms, and wrapped my arms around his waist.

“I’m Sweet Pea by the way.” He said and I smiled.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” I answered and he smiled back.

“Hold on tight.” He said and we sped off. I’ve never been on a motorcycle before, but I was loving it! We made it to Toni’s trailer pretty quickly and Sweet Pea helped me carry my stuff to the door. I knocked and Toni answered with a huge smile.

“Y/N/N!” She said and pulled me in for a hug.

“Sweet Pea? What are you doing here?” She asked, confused.

“Y/N here got herself into trouble with a Ghoulie, I was riding by and saved her.” He answered and Toni’s eyes widened.

“What? Are you okay?” He asked and I smiled.

“I’m fine T, Sweet Pea saved me before that idiot could do anything.” I said and she sighed in relief.

“Well, thanks Pea.” She said and Sweet Pea smiled back.

“Of course Toni.” He said.

“Alright, well I’ll see you later tonight.” She said and Sweet Pea nodded.

“Why don’t you come along?” He asked.

“Where?” I asked.

“The Wyrm. It’s the bar I work at and also the Serpents hang out.” She answered and I shrugged.

“Yeah sure, sounds like fun.” I smiled.

“Awesome, well I’ll see you guys later, I gotta go meet up with Fangs.” Sweet Pea said and left.

“Fangs?” I asked and Toni chuckled.

“I’ll introduce you later.” She said, pulling me inside.

“Why does everyone have such weird names around here?” I asked and she laughed.

“They’re nicknames, I’m sure you’ll get your own soon enough.” She said.

The two of us spend the day unpacking and catching up. I realized that I didn’t know my cousin as well as I thought I did. I mean, how the hell did I not know she was bisexual!? She said that she was more into girls than guys though. Talking with her made me realize I made the right decision to come here. When it hit seven she told me we were going to the bar. I was excited to see where she worked, it sounded like a really cool place. When we got there everyone looked our way, most people greeted Toni and looked at me weirdly.

“Yo Toni! Over here!” A short guy shouted and Toni pulled me along with her.

“Hey guys, this is my cousin Y/N, Y/N this is Fangs, Jughead, and well you met Sweet Pea already.” She introduced me.

“Toni! Let’s go!” An older man called her and she looked at me.

“Sorry, gotta work. Jones, mind keeping an eye on these two for me?” She asked.

“What? Why us?” The short guy, Fangs, asked.

“Because, I don’t trust you two around my cousin.” She said and Sweet Pea rolled his eyes.

“I literally saved her from a Ghoulie earlier.” He said and Toni just shrugged. “Don’t care, you two are the biggest flirts in the world and I wouldn’t be surprised if you got her drunk.” She said and walked off.

“She’s always been protective.” I laughed.

“I think Toni left something out when she was telling us about you.” Fangs said and I furrowed my brow.

“What?” I asked.

“She didn’t mention how cute you are.” He said and I couldn’t help but blush.

“This is exactly why Toni asked me to watch you too.” Jughead said, rolling his eyes.

“Yo Hogeye! Two beers!” Sweet Pea called and the man that called my cousin nodded. He brought Sweet Pea two beers and he offered one to me. I smiled and took it from him.

“That’s the other reason.” Jughead sighed.

“She’ll be fine Jones.” Sweet Pea said and I smiled.

“Yeah, it’s just one beer.” I said.

Getting to know Toni’s friends was awesome! Jughead shared the same sense of humor I did, he was smart, passionate, and just seemed like he’d be an awesome friend. Fangs was really cool, he was a flirt, but not as much as Sweet Pea was, and he seemed genuinely caring and sweet. Sweet Pea clearly had a sense of loyalty, but had a short temper. I knew that I would get along with everyone easily and I would really like living here.

*Six Months Later*

I’ve been here for half a year now and I haven’t heard anything from my Father, surprisingly. I had joined the Serpents, which everyone was very supportive of. Toni felt more like a sister to me than a cousin now and it was amazing. Jughead and I were good friends, but Sweet Pea and Fangs had become my best friends. I found myself crushing on both of them for different reasons and I felt a little guilty about it…

I was currently at the bar working, but Toni had off tonight. She was helping Nana with something at home. I was watching Sweets and Fangs playing pool and smiled at the boys. They were betting like always and I smirked, Sweet Pea was bound to win, like always. I have never once seen Fangs beat him. The two of them walked up to the bar and Sweet Pea looked very smug, while Fangs looked sad.

“Let me guess, Fangs is buying again?” I asked.

“You know it Angel.” Sweets said with a smirk.

“Maybe you’ll buy for me too when I get off in an hour?” I asked, batting my eyelashes slightly.

“Of course Cutie, anything for you.” Fangs said and I felt my heart flutter at each of their nicknames for me.

“Perfect, well here you go, two beers.” I said, placing the bottles on the bar.

When I finally got off work I went to go find my two friends. I thought they would just be at the bar, but they weren’t. I was confused and decided to look near the pool table, sure enough they were there playing another game.

“I thought you guys already played your game for tonight? What are you doing an all or nothing thing?” I asked and the two turned to face me.

“Uh, yeah…” Fangs said and I looked at the two confused.

“What are you guys betting this time?” I asked and they looked at each other.

“If you wanna try and come up with a lie, you might wanna be a little more discreet about it.” I said with a small smirk. Sweet Pea sighed and looked back at me.

“Fine, we were playing to see who got to ask you out…” He said and my eyes widened.

“W-What?” I asked with a blush.

“Hypothetically, who would you say yes to?” Fangs asked with a hopeful smile.

“Dude, you can’t just ask her that!” Sweets said.

“Why not? It’s not like we can just finish the game and do the bet now.” He said and the two looked back at me.

“So?” Fang asked.

“U-Uh, honestly?” I asked and they nodded.

“Both of you.” I answered and their eyes widened.

“What?” They asked at the same time.

“Honestly, I have a crush on both of you. I’ve been feeling a little guilty about it because you’re both amazing and if I dated one I would still like the other and that just not fair.” I answered and they looked at each other then smiled.

“What if you didn’t have to date just one?” Fangs asked.

“Huh?” I asked.

“What if you dated both of us?” Sweets asked and my eyes widened.

“What, like a poly relationship?” I asked and they nodded.

“And you both would be alright with that?” I asked.

“Hey, if I have to share you with someone I’d rather it be my best friend.” Sweets answered.

“Yeah, besides we’ve hooked up with each other before so there’s clearly some feelings there.” Fangs laughed and my eyes widened.

“Really?” I asked and they nodded. A smile slowly made its way onto my face and I looked at the two boys I was attracted to.

“I think this is a great idea.” I said and Sweets instantly pulled me to him.

“You have no idea how happy you just made me with those words Angel.” He said and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back.

“Hey! She’s my girl now too!” Fangs whined and pulled me away from Pea and crashed his lips onto mine. I smiled and laughed slightly.

“Hey!” Sweets growled and I pulled away from Fangs.

“Alright, rule number one, no fighting over each other.” I said and they looked at each other.

“Fine, but he can’t hog you!” They said at the same time and I laughed.

“You two were made for each other.” I said and hugged both of them. This town just keeps getting better for me!

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dustofbrokenheart · 4 years

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The Covenant: Coffee Shop Date

Reid Garwin x Reader

Word Count: 1,414

You sped into the first open parking spot you saw at The Brew and rushed to unbuckle yourself. In fact, you were so rushed that you didn’t even give yourself a final glance-over in your car mirror.

You were already super late so you just had to cross your fingers that your face and hair still looked as good as when you left the dorms. Power walking, you entered the cozy coffee house and didn’t even have to bother looking for Reid.

Your date saw you as soon as you stepped inside and whistled loudly. “Babe! Over here!”

You noticed the blonde instantly, not only because of the noise, but also because he was waving a beanie around back and forth. You walked over to the corner booth and shook your head.

“Put the beanie down Reid. You look like you’re trying to direct traffic or something.”

He lowered his arm. “Too much?” he asked not at all embarrassed.

“Just a little,” you answer, putting your thumb and index finger centimeters apart. “The color is festive though. Orange doesn’t look to bad on you.”

While you were speaking Reid pulled his hat back on. He smoothed out the ribbed fabric, brushing his blonde hair off of his forehead.

“What can I say, I’m a slut for Halloween. Just wait until I put in the matching earrings.”

He had recently gotten his ears pierced, and was currently rocking black studs, but you wouldn’t be surprised to learn he actually owned orange earrings. Even if he didn’t, he was the type to buy a pair just because he had joked about it.

You choked while trying unsuccessfully hold back your laugh. It was no use. Your laugh was the kind that came from the gut and shook your whole torso. Reid didn’t mind though; your open reactions are one of the things about you that prompted him to keep asking you out on dates.

The laughter trailed off and you leaned across the small table to poke the stud. “Black is a great color on you too though.”

Redi grabbed your wrist and pressed a kiss on the inside of it, right on the part where the tendons and veins were clustered. Your instant reaction was to pull away and hide your hand under the table. Reid and you were a fairly new item—in fact, not even an official item yet—so you were still much shyer with public affection than he was.

What if someone were to see?

Not one to be deterred, his foot crept forward under the table until he made contact with yours. You looked at him with wide eyes, but he continued to poke at you until you finally smiled. Many people would be surprised to know how respectful Reid was of your boundaries and he never judged you for being reserved.

Eager to pick up the conversation again, you asked, “So… did you order anything?”

“Nah, I wanted to wait for you,” he admitted shyly tugging at the beanie. To recover from his moment, he teased, “But if I had known how long it was going to take you to get here, I could have got something and finished it before you got here.”

“Sorry,” you stressed. “I couldn’t find my keys! And, of course, they were in the very last place I looked.”

“That’s pretty lame excuse, babe.”

You got in line to order and kept trading wits. “You know, I’ve never actually been to The Brew before.”

“And you call yourself a local. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Okay, big man, you order first then,” and you shoved him at the counter. You heard him telling the young cashier boy what he wanted, but you were too preoccupied trying to choose something off of the menu to hear what he said.

“What can I get for you miss?” asked the cashier once Reid was finished.

“Hi,” you told him while still reading the board in the front of you. It would probably be best to order something you were familiar with, like tea. “I’ll get a small cinnamon tea and that’ll be it.”

“Oh. Are you sure? We have really good muffins or egg sandwiches, if you want something to eat.”

Reid snapped his fingers in the boy’s face. “They said that’s all, bud.” The cashier jumped, like he just recognized Reid for the first time.

Reid had a bad reputation around town for being a delinquent what with his piercings, tattoos, and confrontational attitude. So, the kid being spooked by him wasn’t too out of the ordinary. But that didn’t stop Reid from grumbling about him.

“Don’t worry about it,” you patted his shoulder. “People in Ipswich can be judgy.”

He gave you an unamused glare. “That’s not my problem with him.”

You cocked your head in confusion. So what was bothering him?

The cashier called out that your order was ready. Taking the initiative to pick up the drinks, you went to grab the cup carrier from him and your fingers touched his.

For a spilt second his face blushed pink and he looked at you with wide eyes. In the next second, he dropped to the linoleum floor. Hard.

It didn’t look like he had slipped on anything. In fact, it looked like he was pushed down. Which was even more impossible than the first scenario because no one had pushed him. Unable to make out what you had just seen, Reid sauntered up behind you and looked on with satisfaction at the cashier who was struggling to get up.

“Serves him right for checking you out like that.” Reid grabbed the cup carrier from you and walked back to the table. He tossed over his shoulder as a parting remark “Take it easy, bud.”

You made sure the poor boy was okay before following Reid back to the table. You still weren’t quite sure what to make of that fall, but you had figured out what had set off Reid.

“There’s no need to be jealous, you know. I’m pretty sure he’s only a freshman.”

“Trust me, just cause he’s a freshman doesn’t mean isn’t interested. I know flirtatious intent when I see it, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes. Reid was always under the assumption that other people were interested in you. Which made no sense because Reid was the only one who ever showed interest in you entire four years at the academy.

“But justice was served, so I guess I’ll leave him alone.”

“You’re such a meanie,” you say while testing your drink with a tiny sip. “Hmm. This is actually pretty good; it’s a nice fall flavor.”

Reid noticeably perked up, eager to get back to the date, and started talking to you about fall related things.

“You want to carve pumpkins sometime?

I’m glad the birds are heading south—I hate dealing with bird shit.

You should definitely perm your hair for the costume. Seriously. Do it.

Candyman is the best dressed movie killer period. That fur coat was straight luxury!”

Never let it be said that your time with Reid was boring. His thought process was unique and his observations even more so. You didn’t know many people that ranked movie slashers on their fashion. Or seriously recommend that you perm your hair to make your disco costume more believable. (Your parents would hate him for that, they preferred your hair straight.)

During a lull in the conversation, Reid grabbed his cup and realized he still had some of his cider. He waved it in front of your face and offered you some. You quickly agreed and found it was even better than the tea you ordered. You’d definitely have to get this if you came back soon during the fall you thought as you wrapped your lips around the straw and took another sip.

Suddenly, Reid interrupted your cider enjoyment and blurted out, “Are you ready to leave?”

His question left you feeling a bit hurt. Was he bored already? Still, you managed a nod. You didn’t want to keep him here if he didn’t want to be.

“Good,” he said, leaving you even more sour until he whispered in your ear.

“Cause I’ve been dying to kiss you for the last twenty minutes and I know you don’t want me to do it here. Meet you back at the dorms?”

Well. It seemed he definitely wasn’t bored of you yet.

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I don’t recall Reid having pierced ears in the movie, but he already has tatts and the beanie/fingerless gloves combo, so I figure it’s not that far of a jump. Thanks for reading!

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Stationary Traveler | Chapter I | Prosciutto x F!Reader

In which Prosciutto enlists the aid of a waitress to fulfill a hit placed on two former members of Passione.

Chapter Content Warnings: Smoking & Alcohol Consumption

“How long do I have?”

“One month.”

Prosciutto lifts the blazing cigarette to his lips and nods. Smoke fills the cavities of his lungs and pockets in his mouth. It permeates through the room. Flipping the filter in his grasp, he offers the cigarette to Risotto. Contemplation flashes across his red eyes, yet he does not take it. Prosciutto knows better than to press the matter.

Instead, Risotto thumbs through the dossier atop the desk. Reports and photographs adorn the pages, crudely stamped into place by wired paperclips and transparent tape. “You’re going to Calabria,” the silver-haired man states. “They bled Volpe dry before they fled. But they were sloppy and got caught selling the Boss’s own product outside of his territory.”

They – the targets: Caponata and Tortano.

“They left a trail,” Prosciutto comments, bleakly.

“Indeed, and it turned cold in Calabria two months ago – Tropea, specifically. But we know that they’re still there. Passione has no reach in Vibo Valentia: that territory still belongs to one of the remaining families from La ‘Ndrangheta. There’s a man who owns a restaurant in Tropea. His name is Ditalini Mina. He orchestrates a narcotics ring there, and he pays Passione directly for protection.”

Prosciutto stubs his spent cigarette against the crystalline ashtray. “And?”

“Caponata came to Ditalini,” Risotto says. “And Ditalini sold him out – but he doesn’t know this. You need to get to Ditalini, though he won’t speak to you; it won’t matter to him whether you are from Passione or not. Know this: the Boss has specified that the restaurant owner should not to be harmed. Unless, of course, you find out that he has been in fact aided Caponata.”

“You want me to kill him if he betrayed the Boss,” Prosciutto repeats. “I’m assuming I won’t be compensated any more for this. Why bother?”

Risotto says nothing of the backhanded comment. He points to the roster of Ditalini’s employees. A stack of photograph makes for supplementary viewing. “I recommend that you acquaint yourself with one of his staff – find out what they know before taking matters into your own hands. It might help you to avoid unneeded attention, should you find that the man is working for Caponata.”

The photographs shift as Prosciutto lays them out before him. He notes that only two women work for the man: Farinata Pavone and [Y/N] Una. Either of them will suffice. In his experience, he has found that the lips of a target are easily loosened by expensive gifts or sex. It is a horrible thing to do, using someone like that, and one that he reserves as a last-resort option.

“Ditalini frequents Di Maccu several times a week. But he never goes alone. Perhaps you should start there.”

With a sharp nod, Prosciutto closes the dossier and tucks it betwixt his arm and torso. His evening will be spent pouring over its contents, committing every face and every name to memory. “When do I leave?” he finally asks.

“Tomorrow morning.”

Prosciutto sighs. He cares little for unnecessarily arduous contracts, and this is no exception – he is paid to take lives, not to play detective. Yet, he is grateful for the work.

“I suppose I better start packing then,” he concludes with a sigh. After all, this job has never been easy.

The air within Di Maccu smells faintly of cinnamon and bergamot, courtesy of the incense burning atop the mantle of the sealed fireplace. An English song echoes through the speakers. The words are foreign to many of the bar’s occupants; yet this has never stopped the younger crowds from swaying in their seats as they upheld conversations amongst each other.

For un mercoledì sera, the bar is considerably full. The table nearest to the front door is occupied by three employees from the restaurant Il Basilico Sospeso: Farinata, a waitress and woman of twenty-six with a deep affinity for clubbing; Pandoro, a line cook who had first been hired as a young boy assigned to washing dishes; and the owner Ditalini Mina, an older man who colors the silver steaks in his greying hair with gawdy black dye like epoxy paint.

As she lowers the martini, Farinata’s voice slips from her mouth in chorus to the young pop-star’s ballad. In the waitress’s state of unassuming lucidity, she effortlessly slips into the foreign language of the singer and hums along.

Ditalini smirks over the rim of his frosted pint glass. Pandoro releases a cloud of white smoke into the air before offering his cigarette to the singing woman. She plucks it from his fingers with greed. Her red lipstick stains the wax paper. Ditalini taps the face of his studded watch. “What’s taking her so long?” he asks, his speech cutting above the music.

Farinata shrugs and flicks ashes away from the smoldering cigarette. “Maybe she died,” she says in a tone that might suggest that she is only joking. “I’ll text her.”

Pandoro leans back in his chair and points towards the window that hangs above their table. “No need,” he insists. “Here she comes now.”

The door opens, sending a ring through the cramped bar as the bell above the arch jingles. Several patrons turn to observe you – the new customer – but mostly everyone else remains focused on their own drinks. Hair sticks to your face, plastered by a light sheen of sweat. You slump down in the unoccupied chair across from Ditalini. Your coworkers gawk at you with grins. You wonder if Pandoro knows that his bottom row of teeth is filled with rot.

“Took you long enough!” Farinata berates. She holds the cigarette out to you, which you promptly refuse and instead move to fix your own hair via the guidance of your reflection in the window.

“Sorry I’m late,” you huff, digging through your purse for your money and photo identification card. “Trish needed help with her book report.”

“A book report?” Pandoro snorts. “This late in the evening?”

“Did I mention how it’s due tomorrow morning and she waited until tonight to start it?”

Ditalini brushes away fallen cigarette ashes with the back of his hand. “Well, you sister set you an hour back,” he chortles. “You have a lot of catching up to do – go on, get your drink. We’re not going anywhere.”

You do not need to be told twice. The sound of your kitten heels clacking off the brick floors is lost to the thrum of laughter and music. The line at the end of the bar is wrapped all the way back to the jukebox. The only empty barstool is the second one from the rightmost end, nearest the line, and is sandwiched between two men. The first man strikes up a conversation with the woman to his left – who, you think, is admittedly too pretty for him. The second man stares at the bottles of fruit-flavored rums straight ahead of him. You cannot help but to notice his peculiarly styled hair, held in place by four vertically braided buns at the back of his blonde head.

You weigh your options and decide that you do not have the patience (for it never has been a virtue of yours) to stand in the line. So, you settle for the barstool. It creaks beneath your weight and scuttles against the floor. The bartender – aptly Maccu himself – takes your awaiting identification card. His trained eyes scan over the finest details of lamination and creasing. Satisfied that you are of the legal drinking age, he returns the card and places a cork coaster before you.

“What can I get for you?” he asks.

“A vodka cranberry, per favore.”

“Lime?”

“Sì, grazie.”

“Any preference for your vodka?”

You clutch the wad of cash in your hand. “Whatever’s cheapest,” you specify.

“Make it a Grey Goose.” Maccu’s head snaps in the direction of the raspy tone belonging to the blonde man seated next to you; the man’s interjection has surprised you both. “Put it on my tab.”

With a quick smile, the bartender reaches for the top-self liquors. “Thank you,” you tell the man beside you. “But you didn’t need to do that.”

"Forgive my intrusion. It’s just that you look like someone who’s had a difficult day,” he nonchalantly insists, as if it is his custom to buy expensive drinks for strangers. You take note of your appearance in the wall mirror; its honesty is frightening compared to the sight that greeted you in the window. You swipe the back of your hand across your puffed, swollen eyes – you have bled your makeup dry. “None of that cheap American shit is going to make you feel any better. In fact, I would hardly call it vodka.”

You humor him: “That’s an astute observation. My mother isn’t doing well – that’s all.”

He hums to himself and returns to the bourbon that has been watered down by the melting block of ice. Despite his initial cordiality, he has made it painfully obvious that he does not genuinely wish to hold a conversation with you. Perhaps it is because of the bombshell you have only just dropped – perhaps you have killed the mood.

You were not late this evening because of Trish’s procrastination over a school assignment; in truth, there is no book report either. Your tardiness could only be blamed by an urgent phone call from your mother’s doctor. It is a challenge in and of itself to face your coworkers (whom you do not entirely care for) when you have just been told that your mother is dying.

Maccu places your purple drink atop the coaster. You thank him and squeeze the lime into the glass. Loosened seeds filter past the floating ice cubes and settle at the bottom of the glass like sediment. Your mother may be close to death’s door, but you deserve a night out nonetheless; Trish herself had insisted it.

You turn to the blonde man. “My name’s [Y/N], by the way.”

He looks up from his drink and offers his name with a faint smirk: “Prosciutto.”

You take a sip of your beverage and wince at the chill that bites at your teeth. Though your coworkers are waiting for your return, you refuse to go back. Considering your circumstances, it is not the best night to put up with Farinata’s drunken clinginess or Pandoro’s eccentricities, or to mask your annoyances with geniality.

This goes without saying that Ditalini brings about an entirely new level of discomfort for you; he unnerves you to your very core. You have worked for him for months now, and still that feeling of anxiousness gnaws at you every time you see him. In the beginning, it had been the intimidation – that he is your boss and you a new employee with limited work experience. He never hesitated to reprimand you in front of the others whenever you over-poured liquor or lost track of the rotation. But you were quick to learn. You had to be.

Ditalini has high expectations, and waitstaff is expendable.

You remember the night of the incident too clearly. You were leaving for the evening, and you used the backdoor that lead to the parking lot to exit the restaurant. And there, just before the dumpsters, stood your boss and a customer. You recognized the latter as one of your own patrons, and he had left you a sizeable tip. He held an oddly shaped parcel in his hands. Ditalini paged through a booklet of money. You had not meant for them to see you.

Ditalini’s reaction to your unwarranted intrusion had consisted only of a simple wave and a toothy grin. Among many things, you like to think that you are not a terribly ignorant person. It is not exactly a secret to the locals of Tropea that Ditalini had come from old mafia family roots, or that he used Il Basilico Sospeso as his own money-laundering scapegoat. The restaurant simply could not get by on selling underpriced beers and antipasto platters alone. You often wonder whether cocaine sales are tax deductible or not.

The very next day, Ditalini had pulled you into his office and ushered you to sit in the armchair across from his oak desk. The leather crinkled upon contact, contorting like the skin of a spoiled plum. You felt as if you were in a doctor’s office, under the scrutiny of a specialist; your boss certainly watched you the same way as your former family practitioner. You were prepared to be fired or shot in the head. Instead, Ditalini merely requested that you accompany him and the others on their weekly sojourns to Di Maccu.

You were quick to suspect the man’s ulterior motives: he sought to placate your silence with a false sense of comradery.

Downing the rest of your drink, you glance over at the table. Ditalini peers at you and rolls his emptied glass in the air as if he is contemplating another round. You turn away with a shudder. Regret is a familiar friend – you chastise yourself for finally caving into his request. You set your finished glass on the coaster. The man, Prosciutto has downed his bourbon as well. He places a hand inside his dark blue suit jacket; the sleeve shimmies up his arm just enough to reveal a silver-plated wristwatch. The corner of an MS cigarette carton pokes through his inner jacket pocket.

“Do you smoke?” he suddenly asks you.

Your eyes meet his steel-blue gaze. You think, as you take in his composed appearance, that he looks out of place in this bar. An expertly tailored suit and a large gold pendant hanging from his neck – not to mention his wristwatch – are not part of the typical uniform of the usual crowd. Di Maccu is certainly not the glitzy cocktail bar that would otherwise compliment Prosciutto’s fashion choices. He cocks a blonde eyebrow at you; you realize that your hesitation to respond has irked him.

“No, I don’t,” you tell him. Even his cigarettes are expensive.

He nods before resting his coaster on top of his bourbon glass. His form disappears as he slips through the backdoor and into the parking lot. Before he slipped away, you noticed a silver-plated lighter in his hand. It matches his wristwatch.

There is no policy that prohibits smoking inside of Maccu’s bar. Farinata and Pandoro have already demonstrated that. And yet, the handsome blonde stranger dubbed Prosciutto took himself outside to do it. Perhaps his decision was made of respect – otherwise, it came from an unspoken desire to escape from the noise confined within the bar’s walls.

Maccu comes by to collect your empty glass. “How much was my drink?” you ask him.

“13,000 lire.”

You count the proper amount and tuck it beneath Prosciutto’s cup. While you appreciate his gesture of goodwill, you cannot allow him to pay for your drink. You know well enough that a stranger in a bar would only do such a thing if he was looking for a quickie in the bathroom. Tonight is not the night for that.

Your purse begins to vibrate. You sort through discarded gum wrappers and dried mascara cartilages to find your cell phone. The bright green light of its face glares up at you

Trish – 2 New Messages:

can u come home

please i dont want 2 b alone

Ditalini stops you at the door. His hand rests on your bare shoulder, his skin calloused like sandpaper. You tug away from him, cautious not to draw attention from your other coworkers. “Is everything alright, bella?” he questions; the slur of his speech implies his intoxication, as if you could not already detect it on his breath.

You nod fervently and clutch your purse. “Trish needs my help again, that’s all,” you tell him. You feign disappointment. This seems to please him. “So, I’m heading home.”

“Would you like me to drive you? It’s late, you know.”

“No, grazie però.” You reply too hastily, but he does not notice the inflection. “I don’t live too far from here.”

And you are gone before he can protest.

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How to End Up Being an Inventor (In 5 Actions).

We consulted with numerous expert inventors to boil down the tricks of the craft. Some have made jobs out of an invention, others have found markets. If you're sitting on an idea that might be the next terrific American invention, below's your playbook.

1. Cultivate an Idea.

The record of the invention is studded with one-hit marvels, inventors whose solitary blockbuster suggestion made them a fortune. However one of the most prolific inventors can not switch off the idea maker. They are also troubled as well as creative. Inventors just see life's many obstacles in a different way than the average person, according to medical-devices inventor Robert Fischell. "The key to inventing is the awareness that a problem is a trigger from which an invention can be created," says Fischell, who holds more than 200 patents for advancements such as an implantable heart defibrillator and also enhanced stents. "When I'm in the operating room as well as a doctor tosses a device against the wall in irritation, I claim, 'Great, here's an opportunity.'".

Fischell, who at the elevation of his profession filed a new patent application every six weeks, wastes no time in determining whether his most recent concept satisfies the patent test of being brand-new, beneficial, and also nonobvious. He goes right to the U.S. Patent as well as Hallmark Workplace's database of released patents (patft.uspto.gov) and performs a search. "If you review a patent, as well as someone, has currently resolved the issue, after that you're still an inventor. You just arrived late," he says.

If, after an initial search, your idea verifies unique, after that continue developing it. Be reasonable concerning what you're obtaining right into. "The moment you commit will be dual what you believe it will be, as well as the buck amounts you devote will be 4 times what you assumed," Leatherman states.

Make drafts, execute examinations, expand principles, and keep comprehensive notes. Patent lawyers suggest their customers preserve a visit a completely bound notebook that obtains stamped by a notary public frequently. A logbook becomes essential in cases before the U.S. Patent and also Trademark Workplace including similar technologies, as the burden of proof is up to patent applicants to demonstrate that they were the initial to conceive of an invention.

At this onset in the video game, your investment of personal time and money will have been minor compared with what is around the bend. Before the case, you'll need to ask some hard questions about both your concept as well as on your own: Is my idea significantly different than any that precede it? Exists a large market for the product? Can it be developed and made at a reasonable expense? That is the client, and why should they get my product as well as not a competitor's? Am I prepared to devote myself fully to making this concept do well?

Inventors who have been via the process care not to undervalue the psychological and mental determination called for. "If you can't afford mentally and intellectually to fail if your vanity would certainly be wiped out after that don't do it.". see also InventHelp TV Commercial

2. Develop a Model.

With the schedule of powerful computing and computer-assisted layout software application like Autodesk Inventor as well as SolidWorks 3D CAD, inventors today live in what Kamen describes as "the utmost sweet-shop." The earliest versions of Kamen's first invention, a wearable mixture pump that provides specific dosages of medicines such as insulin, sprang to life out a computer system display yet in a workshop set up in the basement of his parents' home on Long Island, N.Y. Kamen was a teenager at the time.

Also when made in a highly exact digital CAD atmosphere, an item ultimately has to leap to the genuine globe in the kind of a model. Depending on the materials entailed and the complexity of an invention, the expense of making a high-quality prototype can empty a financial institution account as well as compel an inventor to look for financing at an extremely early stage.

Tim Leatherman supports taking a DIY technique. During an experimental phase lasting three years, he constructed prototypes of his groundbreaking multitool from cardboard, wood, as well as steel till he picked advanced layout. "By collaborating with my hands," he says, "I found out about barriers to performance as well as manufacturability.".

When you have your prototype, it's time to repair your invention. Obtain outside your head and go-to experts in the field, Fischell suggests. "Ask, 'Do you believe my suggestion has business benefit? Would certainly you utilize it?' Make them authorize a privacy arrangement," he says. For inventors, the possibility of copyright burglary is very actual, but way too much caution can become immobilizing. Privacy, or nondisclosure, the contract permits you to field-test in confidence.

Responses from Mario Salazar's target audience-- woodworkers-- compelled the Colorado Springs inventor to adjust his digital miter gauge. The mechanical prototype he constructed in the cellar with a blowpipe, an oscilloscope, and also a milling maker noticed eBay worked efficiently as well as felt ideal to Salazar, yet the tradespersons wanted it bigger as well as much more inexpensive. "You can't fall for your invention," he states. "Obtain responses and also make alterations accordingly.".

In the agitated company world, a patent protects the inventor by providing the unique right to leave out others from making, making use of, or offering his invention for 20 years. "When other people see you making cash, your patent will be the only methods you have for keeping control of the market," claims Lonnie Johnson, founder of Johnson ElectroMechanical types of equipment as well as the inventor of the Super Soaker water weapon. Follow inventhelp for more advice:

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3. Submit a Patent.

Patent law is made complex things, so get an experienced patent lawyer to write and also file your patent application. Anticipate to pay in between $3000 as well as $10,000. "Work with a patent lawyer who additionally has a level in the field you're making an application for a patent in and who understands your market," Salazar encourages.

A knowledgeable lawyer can prepare a wide patent that safeguards an invention against violation from any angle. In the case of Richard Phillips, proprietor of International Survival, his well-crafted patent application made it impossible for anybody to replicate the slim, shock-absorbing material he developed for his protective paintball vest. "My legal representative spread out the patent out thus far over and below my laminated foam product's residential properties that a competitor's vest would certainly have to be so hefty the wearer couldn't walk approximately light that the vest falls apart when struck," Phillips states.

On standard, patent authorization takes 3 years and may call for going back as well as forth several times with patent examiners. From the moment a patent application arrives at the USPTO up until it is either provided or abandoned, an invention is covered by patent-pending standing. In the situation of John Marsden, that created Pour 'N Shop, a bartending system of plastic containers, and also put spouts for beverage mixers, a pending patent amounted to a suit of paper armor.

According to Salazar, any kind of inventor has to be all set to do battle. "I'll have my attorney send out a cease-and-desist letter if somebody infringes on my patent. As well as in the end, a patent is just as great as the thickness of your pocketbook.".

4. Examine the Market.

When the patent application is in total, the inventor needs to change from developing a suggestion of developing a service. Rare is the innovative brilliant behind an invention that likewise has business chops-- or the interest-- to look after the manufacture, advertising, and also selling of his production. Even the brightest innovative minds can drop victim to the countless rip-offs and also doubtful invention-promotion companies whose advertisements clutter the Internet. Many expert inventors urge care with any kind of attire that requests for cash upfront to shop your suggestions about.

Tim Leatherman built up important know-how in business and also production by joining with Steve Berliner. John Marsden, the Pour 'N Store designer, partnered early on with service school grad Ed Harrigan. "If I had not had Ed, I probably would not have made it," he says.

Marketing research studies-- perform your own or appoint a market research company-- will certainly provide you data concerning market patterns and customer demographics. There is no substitute, nevertheless, for putting your invention in front of potential consumers as well as manufacturers, providers, and distributors to get a sense of its market value. For the inventor, this is an anxious time.

Salazar is a big believer in showing your items at trade shows. "You'll figure out who is doing what, whether you'll be able to contend and if somebody wants to get what you have," he claims. "However you're additionally dropping your cabinets and every person will see what you've obtained. Your item had better be 95 percent complete. Be ready to answer concerns: Just how huge is the market? That's mosting likely to buy it?".

5. Sell It or Make It.

Inventors make cash in two means: collecting aristocracies by certifying the right to produce their invention or production, distributing, and marketing the invention themselves. Louis J. Foreman, owner, and also the primary executive of Enventys, an item style as well as a design firm in Charlotte, N.C., and writer of The Independent Inventor's Handbook, has personally encountered that problem several times as the holder of 10 licenses as well as has encouraged many inventors as a lead court on the PBS program Everyday Edisons.

Then it's time to ask yourself one more round of questions: First, exists enough upside potential to merit the threat of bringing the item to market on your own? "Consider opportunity costs also," Foreman says. "If you have to quit a job that pays $100,000, can you make enough to counter that?" Second, do you have the financial resources to pull it off? If you don't, then where is the money most likely to originate from? And lastly, do you have the competence to run an organization? "It's one point to come up with a remarkable item, however, are you comfy marketing it, can you distribute it, restore it as well as satisfy orders if Walmart offers you a 5-million-piece purchase order?" Supervisor claims.

No question licensing is the less complicated path to getting an invention to market. It requires less dedication of time as well as up-front resources and frees inventors to do what they do best: invent. However, expedience comes with an expense. Royalty prices on patents-- created on the list price, production run, as well as various other variables-- average less than 2 to 7 percent of retail sales. Still, for a first-time inventor brief on funds and also know-how, a licensing contract can be the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

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stephen & bree

big spoon/little spoon: they don’t feel like the spooning type to me. if they do, stephen’s probably the big spoon, but i more so see them as the type to cuddle where they land if they’re cuddling at all.

favorite non-sexual activity: they feel like gig people first off just as far as like social outings go the type that would go to whatever bar or basement had live music because they have hipster inclinations. but i think they also spend a good amount of time just holed up along together not even doing anything in particular she’s painting he’s playing clash of clans on his phone they’re just vibing <3

who uses all the hot water: very tough call but probably stephen <3 i think bree likes a good hot shower but knows how to be reasonable about it and get in and get out.

most trivial thing they fight over: most trivial again probably goes back to them being hipsters arguing about who’s music is better n who should get to control the aux when they’re driving around together.

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue: bree. stephen again stays playing games on his phone which is probably something else they got into trivial fights about because he’d turn on some insane period piece mobster show and then not even pay attention so it became bree’s job to pick that kind of thing out.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: they both would but stephen probably takes more pride in doing it than bree who just wants the heat back on.

who steals the blankets: faith. but she’s allowed, because she does have to call the super, so it’s just fair.

who leaves their stuff around: i think bree has hobbies that take up more space like her art stuff can spread and kind of get left where she’s working on it just because you don’t wanna pack it up before you know ur done. but stephen kind of stays losing shit so like he’s more likely to leave random dishes or work keys and stuff just sitting around.

who remembers to buy the milk: they both do <3 but again stephen probably takes some kind of pride in being the person who remembers.

who remembers anniversaries: they both remember the big stuff, but i think stephen remembers like the little things that may seem more silly to try and commemorate like the day she became his emergency contact or the first time they went out of town together.

who cooks normally?: stephen genuinely enjoys cooking and is decent so i think he would offer to take this over. if bree also likes cooking they can split it but i think he would like enjoy getting to be that person he thinks it’s very subversive and cool.

how often do they fight?: more often than they would like :pensive: like a lack of communication is just a huge deal here because they’re both people who take the feedback they get and act accordingly without like making an attempt to actually discuss something bugging them until it’s too late and they’re fighting. </3

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: they keep in touch but not obsessively because like when they’re Together if they’re apart it’s usually just because they’re busy or have something specific they’re doing so there’ll be like a nightly text/twitter dm check in kind of vibe maybe but nothing too obsessive.

nicknames for each other?: i don’t think they’re big pet name people. the ones they do have are like dorky ones that started ironically and then they actually stuck. like stud and nutter butter or something insane like that they didn’t intend to be anything at all but here they are way later. stephen called her an earnest “hon” once and got roasted he learned his lesson.

what would they get each other for gifts?: bree’s the better gift giver just because she’s the creative one and i think that’s a currency that goes far for them. like gifts between them are usually lighthearted kind of things meant to make the other smile or laugh or something based on little inside jokes or things they notice about the other.

who kissed who first?: bree because stephen’s a pussy <3

who made the first move?: stephen but it was so awkward and clumsy he basically walked away assuming he had fucked it up big time so bree had to make like the second first move in confirming that no she did still have interest in him somehow.

who remembers things?: they both do <3 i think stephen thinks he does until one day they’re arguing and bree could absolutely be the type to be like oh is that how you feel? because two weeks ago when you were on the couch drinking blue hawaiian punch you felt differently.

who cusses more?: stephen but not by a lot i feel like bree could get into it.

#loveback #meme reply.#bree & stephen.

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project-ohagi · 4 years

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Keigo Takami ღ Hawks x Reader {Greek Mythology AU}

Buy me a coffee!! <3

Being celebrated as the town's best blacksmith and master-craftsman, you had many opportunities to provide exquisite items for the royal household. You lived within the boundaries of King Enji Todoroki's castle, and you knew the inhabitants quite well. Their splendid, sharp and practical weapons were fashioned in your very forge, and seeing the guards carrying them down the labyrinthine hallways of the castle filled you with a sense of pride. The furniture, often wooden and antique, with exotic designs that no other craftsman in the realm could ever replicate, received compliments not only from the king's subjects, but the foreign ambassadors, who proceeded to inform their employers of the magnificent works. You had big dreams and a means to achieve them.

You wandered the corridors of the castle, glancing at the hand-brewed lanterns littering the walls, illuminating the red and brown bricks. Their flames flickered like the tongues of dragons - a reliable source had once told you that the king himself reared these beautiful, dangerous beasts, although you had never seen them personally. The claim went invalidated, but your songbird was a lovely girl, very gentle and trustworthy. She possessed a meagre level of magic, which impressed you to no end. She slurred potions around and carried leaves of fern and belladonna wherever she travelled. Her companions were extraordinary, as well, and you often saw them as they graced the grasses of your small town. There was a boy with stunning verdant hair and a penchant for crying, plus a knight from the land controlled by King Toshinori Yagi. He had always been lax with the laws, and there was barely ever any crime, so the castle wouldn't suffer from having one less guard.

A pleasant humming sound drifted from your lips, echoing along the walls, making it seem as though someone was tailing you. Your (e/c) eyes fluttered shut as you allowed the crackling of the small flames to guide you safely on the path. Through the flesh of your eyelids, you could see the faint glow of fire beginning to dwindle. Ceasing any movement, you cracked open both eyes and resolved to find the problem. These lanterns had been imbued with the Eternal Flame, so it was (supposedly) unheard of for them to die out. It wasn't just one, either - as your gaze lingered on the husks of your lanterns, you noticed their light slowly diminishing, until all that remained was darkness.

You shivered, the lack of warmth enabling a frigid breeze to waft over you, like a bad dream.

"Whoa, who burned out all the lanterns?" A voice called, cheery amidst the dire circumstances.

That wasn't the only issue, however. This was a strange sound, a foreign one, and you knew all the sounds of this castle. You could pick people and objects apart by noise alone, and yet this was a trial your ears could not overcome. Another thing - you hadn't even realised there was someone else in the corridor with you. The earlier humming was a sound you only made when absolutely comfortable, usually while tinkering in your little shop. You were at home around the lanterns you had manufactured yourself. Yet, they died out. Every. Last. One. You didn't design things to fail. That was the first rule of the trade, and until now, you had sworn by it.

You decided to try this stranger. "I'm not quite sure. They weren't supposed to do that, and no-one else was here."

"Well then," His bones made a clicking sound, as if he was stretching. "It must have been you, or me, but I guess we'll never know."

The arrogance lacing his tone did tick you off slightly, but you had to sigh at his words. "Impossible." You muttered, almost condescendingly.

"I was specifically entrusted to fashion lanterns that would never die."

Your last sentence was likely whispered, but it still reached your accomplice's ears. Probably because he had elected to stand right behind you, which startled you out of your skin when he started talking again. Apparently, he was the king's jester or some other such nonsense. He must have been - no other sane person would dare disrespect the greatest figures of modern times (you thought quite highly of yourself, if that's not already evident).

Whistling, he asked, "Wooow, you made these? No wonder they burned out so fast. What did you make them out of? Wood and wax?"

You huffed indignantly, trying not to rise to his taunts. "It's impossible that they all went out. One or two, perhaps I could find fault in, but all of them? What magic is this?"

"The black kind?" The stranger offered, unhelpfully. "Don't get me wrong, they looked nice - so do you, by the way - but maybe you're not as great as you think, princess."

You searched for him in the dark, but that turned up nothing. "Please don't call me that. My name is (Y/n) (L/n). I'm the town's main blacksmith and craftsman - I know what I'm doing, and if I say this isn't normal, I would like to be believed. What is your name, anyway? I don't feel like calling you 'stranger' forever."

There was a pause and a near-incoherent sound, the he spoke. "I go by Hawks, beautiful, and you didn't call me 'stranger', unless you were thinking about me? Aww, I wonder why I haven't seen you before?"

You sighed. "Honestly, I'm not sure you can see me now."

"Haha, you're right! Well, gotta find some light, I suppose. Which way to safety...?" You heard his light footfalls, followed by a muffled cry.

"That would be the wall." You muttered, astounded by the apparent stupidity of this man.

He said nothing, but continued onwards. After a few moments, a warm hand moved to cradle yours, and he pulled you alongside him. You wanted to protest, but decided against it. You would get nowhere with trivial arguments. The corridor twisted and turned, and you suddenly remembered that one section leading off from it was restricted, but you wouldn't be able to see it in complete darkness. This did worry you slightly, but instead of vocalising your discomfort, you just squeezed Hawks' hand tighter. With him as delegated leader, he bumped into a few more walls on the way out. It seemed that, like you, he hadn't been expecting the lanterns to burn out as easily as they did. When you appeared to have reached a crossroads, he stopped. It was so abrupt that you actually slammed into his back. Trickles of hair brushed against your forehead, and you realised that you were probably just a fraction taller than him. At least this gave you one advantage. He could have his jokes and flirtatious words, but you had your trade and your height.

"Ahh..." He chuckled, a tone of uncertainty present in his voice.

"What's going on? Why did you stop?" You questioned, getting kind of annoyed with this guy.

He glanced around, but saw nothing, obviously. "I might have gone the wrong way?"

"You what?!" You yelled. "We have no light source, and now no sense of direction? Oh, more black magic..."

"It'll probably be fine." He responded, once more sounding as though he commanded some divine wisdom.

His one free hand traced the wall, and just as you were pondering whether to give him two free hands, a noise of acknowledgement erupted from his throat. You supposed that meant he knew where you were, but could he really tell from touch alone? It was likely a ploy, although it did something to calm your throbbing heart. He re-established his pace, dragging you in tow. He made a degree of small talk along the way, but it was drowned out by all the thoughts swimming in your head. His palm was dangerously hot, like an oven, yet you were finding it impossible to let go. It was the kind of heat source your body craved, although you weren't entirely sure why.

Suddenly, an ear-splitting screech began to resonate like a gong, and before you had chance to ask what the hell was happening, you were tugged through the wooden frame of a door. It closed as soon as you stepped into the bright, blinding light. After all that darkness, this seemed like Hell. At least for the first few minutes. Once your eyes managed to adjust, you peered through heavy eyelids, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man calling himself 'Hawks'.

He was absolutely gorgeous.

Those tussles of hair that had previously ghosted your forehead turned out to be feathery and ash-blonde in colour. A small amount of stubble hung from his chin, and as he yawned, you saw perfect, snowy-white teeth. When he noticed the starstruck expression on your face, he grinned, the corners of his lips moving upwards. You blushed - even his cocky smile was breath-taking. He had the most awe-inspiring, chocolate-brown eyes, that twinkled in the glinting candlelight. His fluffy eyebrows made your heart weep, and the formation of those black triangles below his tear ducts reminded you of a bird. His peasant clothes were nothing to write home about, but the way he wore them certainly was. He somehow made them look more appealing and seductive than they should have been, yet you couldn't put a finger on the reason. An onyx, stud-shaped earring adorned both ears. He must have been a similar age to you - around 22 - and you wondered if he would consent to court someone so soon after meeting them. Despite his frankly irritating nature, he made your heart sing, and you instantly knew that you needed to be with him.

"Too hot for you, princess?" He smirked, arrogantly.

You flushed. "S-Sort of."

Adding moisture to his lips, he retorted, "Well, you're pretty sexy yourself, Miss."

After this comment, you immediately retracted your gaze, opting to look around the room instead. "W-Where are we, anyway?" You asked, a little confused.

"My bedchambers." He replied, laughing at your face, which was now stained red.

"W-Why am I here??"

He shrugged. "You followed me, dollface."

"You dragged me!"

In a district far removed from the prying eyes of royal sentries, a hoard of villainous men and women alike resided. Their sanctuary had been built in haste, as their ancestors needed a safeguard, away from anyone who might wish to hurt them. Those people, namely the kings Enji Todoroki and Toshinori Yagi, were fierce yet kind rulers, protecting their realms while simultaneously warding away the evil that lurked around the bend. Although their relationship was strained, the kings banded together for the greater good, and finally succeeded in expelling the tyrants. However, nothing was ever so simple - spies had been recruited and placed around the perimeter of the realms. They often caught wind of conspiracies, and would venture into the twisting labyrinth of a wasteland where they were never supposed to find. The mice frequently managed safe journeys, but the grand dictator, All For One, had abilities that far exceeded those of any normal human; he could hear their footsteps, smell their shallow breaths, feel those tell-tale vibrations in the air. There was never any privacy in his castle, and certainly no safety.

If he sought after your head, he would receive it. However, unlike what the rumours suggested, he never abused this power, instead deciding to reserve it for the serious threats. There was no point waging war against the kings without sufficient battle tactics, and All For One remained wounded from his encounter with the stronger of the two: King Toshinori Yagi.

"What shall we do with him, master?" A raspy voice called out, partially muffled by the detachable hand covering his face.

The large, shadowy figure he addressed reclined in his throne, looking upwards and intertwining his fingers, as if contemplating the question. This was all pretence - he had already begun putting the plan in motion, after all. To ease his pupil's mind, he replied, "Bring him in. Question him. Torture him if you have to. If he has valuable information, let him live. If he refuses to speak in three days' time, execute him."

"As you wish."

Messy blue hair whipped in all directions as he signalled for a few of the people in the room. They followed his lead, heading out of the double doors and down the nearest hallway. With him, there walked a tall, lean individual with an ebony mane and oddly-symmetrical burn marks, the skin purple and wrinkling. It was held together crudely by metal hoop piercings. Beside him, a smartly-dressed man with wisps of purple and black mist in place of a body, and a young, blonde girl with a Cheshire-Cat grin. These were apparently the people for the job. In this world of tricks and magic, these four were the ringmasters, controlling the rest of the troupe with strings of steel.

"Who do we get to kill this time??" The girl asked, almost drooling in anticipation of the hunt.

"You heard what master said." Came the agitated response. "We capture him and try to get what we need. If he manages to stay sane for three days, then you can have your fun."

The patchwork zombie spoke next. "How are we doing this, then? We can't storm Enji Todoroki's castle."

As his words echoed around the walls, a swirling vortex appeared, growing bigger and bigger until it could allow for all four to plunge into the blackness. Two, however, were commanded to hold back - the girl and the man with purple patches of flesh. The warp gate closed as soon as the others stepped through.

The hunters were on the prowl.

"Ah...don't be shy. Admit it - you wanted to spend the night with me." Hawks gifted you a wink, both flirtatious and amused.

He must have been savouring your embarrassment. "I can't admit what isn't true." You glanced towards one of the massive, stained-glass windows lining the nearby wall. Although it was difficult to see, you determined that it was indeed night-time. How had you spent so long in the castle? You could have sworn it was early afternoon when you arrived, and you shouldn't have been there for more than a few hours. Your detour with this cocksure fairy didn't feel as though it had taken any more than half an hour. Perhaps that was just because your brain was preoccupied, enjoying the company it was in. "I should leave now. It's late, and my shop needs guarding."

"Haven't you fashioned some defence system? Surely (Y/n) (L/n), the oh-so-talented master-craftsman would be prepared for everything?" He taunted, clearly trying to back you into a corner.

"I'm afraid I can entertain you no longer, jester. I need to leave. Something strange is happening - can't you sense it? Those lanterns were my inventions, and I need to figure out why they died." Turning on your heel, you began to walk away from the blonde-locked man and his mahogany door.

However, his laugh stopped you in your tracks. "I guess I do act like a jester, don't I?"

Mysteriously, like smoke, his voice soon trailed off. You couldn't even begin to comprehend how such a flashy, boisterous person would all of a sudden go completely quiet. It wasn't just that - you couldn't hear anything but the ear-splitting silence, like static running through your veins. The walls weren't moaning, the floor wasn't creaking, and nobody seemed to be breathing. There were no sounds. None at all. It was as if Hawks, along with the very castle, knew something you didn't, but their lips were sewn shut. You wondered if the walls would collapse around you, burying you alive, or maybe the ghosts of Enji Todoroki's victims would seek revenge, but instead attach themselves to and haunt you until the end of your days.

"What-" You tried to break the ice that had settled like stalactites on the ceiling, but felt as though a veil was slowly being wrapped around your neck, preventing any more words from reaching the surface.

Suddenly, hands as warm as a furnace grasped your ice-cold ones and dragged you through the door. When you looked at him, you saw that his face held a serious expression. He definitely knew something - something bad. You wanted to ask, but couldn't quite find the words to do so. Stepping through the door felt weird, as if your feet weren't touching wood, but rather something less material. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, opting to trust the man you had only recently met. After a few seconds, he tumbled on to a hard surface and, still being hand-in-hand, your body crashed into his. His head slammed into the brick, eliciting a faint, pained noise. Truth be told, he was in a lot of pain, but he didn't want you to have any anxieties about the situation, so he refrained from screaming. That was so much worse than stubbing your toe.

"You were surprisingly easy to catch, despite your profession. I did not expect you to have an accomplice, however. She could prove to be troublesome." The voice resonated in your ears painfully, like white noise.

"She's not an accomplice. I met her about two minutes ago - she looked lost, so I was just pointing her in the right direction." Hawks drew out the lie, allowing more time to think of an escape.

Whoever else was out there laughed. "We have orders, Hawks. You have been flying too close to the sun for a long time, and now it is your time to fall."

"So, what's the plan?" Hawks breathed, sparing a side-glance at your trembling figure. "Are you gonna put me in chains, lock me in the dungeons? You do have dungeons, right? I mean, this place is massive, and pretty much a castle."

"This place," The voice began. "Is a labyrinth."

You tugged at Hawks' sleeve. "What are you doing? Are you trying to get us killed??" You whisper-yelled, both furious with and concerned for the man.

"Out of tricks? That's such a shame. To answer your question: we will lock you in one of the many chambers within this labyrinth. There are so many corridors, that even if you were to escape from your cell, you would never reach the surface."

The air swirled in front of you, a mixture of black and purple. Two legs protruded from within, followed closely by a slim body, clad in a suit. Behind this imposing figure, another man stepped out of the darkness. He was dressed far lighter than the former, in only an onyx shirt, baggy trousers and slip-on shoes. You didn't recognise either of these men, given that you mostly stayed in your small town, never straying further than the treeline of the surrounding forest. Despite this, it was easy to reckon that they were the rumoured tyrants. At least, two of them. That thought made your hair stand on end, as though it had been exposed to a great deal of static electricity - what if there were more, hiding in the black void, ready to pounce at any moment? As if sensing your fear, one of the men (the one who seemed as if he might tend to a bar in his off-time), turned to address you.

"Miss, if you comply, then nothing shall be done to cause you harm." His tone was polite, but by that time, you had already chosen your side. You would remain with the person who had stolen your heart in a matter of minutes, with his witty, mischievous nature, and how he laughed in the face of danger, just to keep you safe.

So, although it might have been reason enough for your head to roll, you showed a level of defiance that they weren't expecting. The other man, whose voice was a lot more sickening, muttered something you couldn't hear, scratching his neck as he did so. His partner in crime seemed to sigh (though, with him having no discernible mouth, it was hard to tell), but elected against opposing his superior. The orders had already been given, after all, and any accomplice of the target must suffer the same, horrendous fate as him. You never knew what such seemingly innocent people could be hiding. Before he was grabbed, Hawks made an attempt to snare one of the stray knifes littered on the ground. His enemies noticed the plot, however, and ensured it wasn't followed through. A set of calloused hands gripped your neck and waist, hoisting you up on to your feet. You lashed out, but the hand around your neck clamped down harder, making you choke. You were gradually running out of oxygen. Soon, you couldn't handle the strain of fighting, and your body went limp, slumping against the blue-haired man. It was uncomfortable, but your vision was dimming, just like your lanterns back in the castle of Enji Todoroki. Just before you blacked out, you made the connection - they had been responsible for your burnt-out lights.

A spellbinding sight awaited your tired eyes - the walls were covered in ancient carvings, spiral-designs and other such patterns. You, alongside your companion, were confined in a large room, with no obvious doors or windows. You attempted to move, and although you had no bindings, your muscles were stiff. Almost immediately, your mind went into overdrive, trying to work out a viable escape plan. You could always create something to break through the wall, but you weren't sure how deep the labyrinth ran, and it seemed appropriate to assume that you would be easily captured. Raising a hand to your mouth, you began muttering to yourself, slowly piecing together a picture of what you were going to do. You needed to be extremely careful, as there were two lives on the line. If you were discovered mid-escape, it was likely that you would be executed, since you doubted Hawks had the skills required to take flight.

"...Flight! That's it!" You silently praised your ingenuity, glancing around to see if there was anything that could be of use. "Alright...I need the framework, and then something to hold them together. The shape needs to be perfect, for the air to pass over..."

Whilst in the midst of your mutterings, Hawks awoke and contemplated his situation. Then, he noticed you had been shoved into the same cell as him. An unfamiliar feeling welled up inside his chest, tugging at his heartstrings. It was a concoction of guilt, dread, love and sadness. You appeared to be working on something, kneeling in the dirt and presiding over your art. He stood with much effort, and he thought for a moment that his legs might have been broken. He managed to hobble over to where you were stationed, giving him a better view of whatever you were trying so desperately to complete. Your hands were moving rapidly, not letting him concentrate for very long. One minute, they just looked like smashed pieces of wood, but the next, they had a proper form.

"They'd be great if we could actually get out. Did you think about that, princess?" He had been in the labyrinth before, and knew just how tricky it was to navigate - it was meant to gradually drain your sanity, and make you compliant. If that didn't work, there was always good old-fashioned torture.

You responded after a few beats of silence. "You can do something about that, then. We'll need quite a large hole, or else these things won't get through."

Hawks smirked. "You're trying to get out? Bold of you to assume you can."

"Bold of you to suggest I can't." You countered, adding the finishing touches to your work. "Okay, now listen carefully - I managed to sculpt these out of scraps of wood, and I melted the wax from those candles." You pointed to them. "They will hold long enough to get us back to the realm of Enji Todoroki, but you cannot, under any circumstance, get caught in the heat of the sun. If you do, not only will you have wasted one of my creations, but you will plummet to your death. do you understand?"

There was a mischievous glint in his chocolate orbs. "You'd make a good gypsy, y'know."

You masked your smile behind irritation. "Do you understand?"

"Oh, completely. I just have to stay away from the sun, right?" He nodded.

"Correct." You released a breath you didn't know you had been holding; this man was going to be the death of you. A speck of silver flashed in your peripheral vision, and you directed your gaze accordingly. "Why would someone leave a hammer...?" You mumbled, confused.

Hawks hummed, then looked towards the object. "Well, seems like you've found our way out."

Stepping forwards without hesitation, he picked it up and did an initial, experimental swing. It collided with the wall of the labyrinth, severing the carvings and creating a small dent. His lips twitched upwards, and he held the hammer more firmly in his hands. He swung it again and again, shattering the wall almost entirely. To your surprise, it gave way to blinding sunlight and lush green land. Your mouth fell agape - both of you had been anticipating another layer of the winding entanglement. Nodding once to yourself, you handed a pair of wooden wings over to your accomplice, reminding him of your prior warning. Clasping your own tightly on to your person, you stood on the edge, looking down. You heard an awkward gulp from beside you - Hawks must have been nervous. Just before you were about to soar to freedom, a portal, black and purple, fissured a section of previously untouched wall. Two figures began marching into the frame.

You didn't give Hawks any time to think. With a hand on the wings, you propelled him forwards. You jumped out of the labyrinth after a few seconds, tailing closely behind Hawks, who was flapping his newly-acquired wings rather awkwardly. Although you detested the idea, you spared a brief glance back to your prison, seeing those two men standing among the ashes of the wall. Their faces displayed not anger, as you expected, but glee. Disturbed, you averted your eyes. They would not silence you. The people of your town would indeed hear your voice again, purchase your goods and request specific items. You would not be trapped.

Never again.

"Hawks, are you doing okay? Remember you need to move them yourself - just like a bird." You called, swooping past the blonde-haired man. An ecstasy-streaked expression had appeared on his face. You had to smile at this.

"This feels amazing! Damn, you really are good at making things. When we get back, could you jazz these up a bit for me?" He glided in the air, riding the wind, the breeze fluffing up his hair.

Below, a vast expanse of sea stretched out, going for miles and miles. You wanted to fly down, gently touching the surface with your feet, and making it look as though you were walking on water. Your eyelids flickered shut as you relished in Gaia's soft breaths. The clouds slowly ghosted past you. By the time you opened your eyes, it was far too late. Savouring the sweet taste of fresh air, like a starved child, Hawks had been consumed by a false sense of security. He neglected to recall your warning. The bright rays of the sun beamed down on his figure, washing an unpleasant heat over him. The wax which held his wooden wings together began to drip, raining down on the surface of the ocean like snowflakes. Soon, fractures started to show in the wood. You wanted to scream at him for being so idiotic. Instead, you dove towards the falling form. You missed by a millisecond. Speed was quickly becoming an issue, but you continued descending, reaching out a hand in the hopes that he would grab it. His arms and legs were flailing, and he couldn't seem to stay still for long enough. The water was luring him closer and closer.

In one last ditch effort, you howled out his name. "Hawks!"

His body met the blue liquid, and he was dragged down further, as if compelled by a magnet.

You caressed the water, watching and waiting for any sign of him. Tears were clouding your vision, cascading down your cheeks and eventually dripping down, into the sea. You didn't know if they would ever reach him, but you whispered a few words, distorted by sobs.

"...I warned you..."

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#hawks #bnha hawks #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami #boku no hero x reader #boku no hero imagines #greek myth retellings #icarus

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lachlantrash · 4 years

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“Why are you Crying?”

"Mom, I promise we're fine. Sawyer's our little buddy, he's our responsibility. You've done your job raising kids, okay?" You tell your mom, holding your son Sawyer as your mom walks around her kitchen, getting a lunch put together for you. You, your husband Lachlan, and your son Sawyer flew to America for two weeks to visit your family since you moved to Australia to live with Lachlan.

"Honey I know he's your responsibility, and you and Lachlan are doing great with that. I see Sawyer sometimes in Lachlan's videos and when we call I can tell how good you two are doing being parents. It's just, you need a break. Even if you don't realize it, you need to have at least a night for just you and Lachlan as husband and wife, not as Sawyer's parents. It's okay to put yourself first sometimes, especially when Sawyer's nana is begging for a night alone with him to sneak him all the cookies he wants." Your mom says, making you laugh. Lachlan comes into the room, having just finished uploading a youtube video he pre-recorded.

"Hey babe, did you get the video up?" You ask, letting Lachlan take Sawyer from you before sitting in the chair next to you.

"I sure did, thanks for keeping our little man busy. I know he can be a handful sometimes, huh buddy?" Lachlan asks Sawyer, ruffling his hair which makes Sawyer laugh.

"Stop daddy." Sawyer laughs, swatting Lachlan's hand away from him.

"Sawyer's never a handful, he's always good for me." You hum, watching Lachlan continue to ruffle Sawyer's blonde hair. "Leave his hair alone, it's cute the way it is." You say to Lachlan.

"Want mumma." Sawyer says, moving Lachlan's hand again and reaching out for you. You grab him from Lachlan, smiling when he wraps his arms around you as best he can, resting his head on your shoulder.

"He's just a momma's boy, and it works so well because he looks just like me, it's your weakness (Y/N)." Lachlan sighs, looking at you with a teasing smile.

"She's always liked blondes, I remember when she was little she would tell me how she wanted her husband to be blonde. She had such a crush on Luke Hemmings from that band when she was a teenager." Your mom laughs, making a blush rise to your cheeks.

"Luke Hemmings, he's from 5 Seconds of Summer, yeah?" Lachlan asks.

"Yes! That's the band. She made me buy her tickets to their concert once, because she was hoping he'd see her in the crowd and fall in love with her." Your mom recalls, spilling it to your husband.

"Ah, so blonde Australians are kind of your thing, huh (Y/N)?" Lachlan asks, attention turned to you.

"Oh shut up, maybe I should've gone for Preston when I had the chance." You sigh dramatically, making Sawyer lift his head from your shoulder.

"Mumma and Preston?" Sawyer asks in a questioning tone.

"Yeah, you tell her Sawyer. That's crazy talk, if you were with Preston you wouldn't have this stud, or the stud in training." Lachlan says, pointing to himself and then Sawyer which makes you laugh.

"Lachlan, I was telling (Y/N) earlier that you two should leave Sawyer here with me tonight and go get a hotel room in the city. Go have a date night, get a couple drinks or whatever and take a break from parenting." Your mom says to Lachlan, and as soon as she says the words you know Lachlan is going to agree to it.

"Are you sure? I mean I love the offer, (Y/N) and I haven't had a night off duty in awhile, but you're not obligated to give us a night off." Lachlan says, turning to look at your mom.

"Nonsense, it's my pleasure. I love Sawyer, I'm more than willing to watch him tonight so you two can relish in the newlywed years of your marriage." Your mom says, placing bowls of pasta on the table.

"Thank you so much, what time do you think we should head into the city, babe?" Lachlan asks, looking at you.

"I don't know, we could always see what Mitch and Jerome are up to." You hum out in reply, trying to get Sawyer to eat some of your pasta.

"That's true, we could go to a bar with them for awhile then get a hotel room." Lachlan says decidedly. "I'll text Mitch now."

"Are you sure you're alright with this, mom?" You ask, looking at her as she sits across from you now, eating the food she made.

"(Y/N), I'm sure. Shut up and eat." She says, making Lachlan laugh.

~~~~Timeskip.~~~~

"Are you sure I look good enough to go out, Lachlan? I wasn't expecting us to be able to have a date night while we were here, I would've packed some better clothing options." You laugh, looking yourself over in the mirror of your old bedroom. You're wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a low cut t-shirt, though nothing too risque because you didn't know you were going to get to take a night to escape life with Lachlan.

"Babe, you're fine. That shirt is perfect, green looks good on you." He says, wrapping his arms around you and looking at you in the mirror. "Plus, I can see your boobies. It's perfect." He laughs, watching you roll your eyes.

"Seriously? My 'boobies'? That's pathetic, Lachlan." You sigh, taking his hands off you so you can get your shoes on. You look at Lachlan, loving the purple thin hoodie he has on. You're happy your mom offered to watch Sawyer, you haven't really had much time lately to be flirty with Lachlan.

"Yes, your boobies. They're great, spectacular really." He laughs, knowing you hate the term 'boobies' because that's what Lachlan taught Sawyer they're called.

"Let's go before I murder you." You sigh, getting your overnight bag. You leave your room, going into the living room to see Sawyer sitting next to your mother watching Lachlan's videos on youtube from her tablet. "Hi Sawyer!" You say cheerfully, sitting next to him before putting him in your lap. "Are you gonna be good for Nana while daddy and I are gone?" You ask, resting your head on top of his and watching the screen with him.

"Mhm." He nods, not really paying attention to you.

"You promise?" You ask, pausing his video so he will pay attention to you.

"Yes, mumma! I wanna watch daddy." Sawyer scolds, going to press play on the video before Lachlan walks into the room.

"Hey Sawyer, listen to your mom." Lachlan says strictly, making Sawyer huff in annoyance.

"Mumma and daddy aren't coming back tonight buddy, okay? But we'll be back tomorrow, I promise. Nana is gonna be here he whole time, and if you wanna call us just ask her, okay? I love you, Sawyer." You say, placing a kiss on top of his head. He immediately turns in your lap, facing you with worry in his eyes making your heart hurt.

"Why? You're gonna go with daddy?" Sawyer asks, scanning your face. "When daddy leaves, it's long. I don't want you gone a long time, mumma." Sawyer whines, tears building up in his eyes.

"No, Sawyer honey no! We won't be gone a long time, I promise! We're just gonna go see some of our friends, okay? We'll be right back tomorrow, I pinky swear. Mumma and daddy aren't gonna be gone a long time." You reassure him, wiping away the tears that are falling from his blue eyes, making your heart melt looking at him.

"Daddy just needs a night alone with mumma, okay buddy? I promise she's all yours tomorrow." Lachlan says in a teasing tone.

"I don't want you to go." Sawyer sniffles, wrapping his arms around your neck and he cries into your shoulder.

"I know buddy, I'm sorry. Mumma and daddy need a night together, but I promise we will bring Macca's home with us for lunch tomorrow, okay? And nana is so much fun! She's gonna bake cookies with you, and you can call daddy and I before bed, okay? C'mon, give me a kiss and a hug goodbye." You coax, rubbing his back soothingly until he stops crying.

"Okay." He sniffles, rubbing his tears with his little hand before giving you a tight hug. He pulls away, letting you give him a kiss before putting him on the couch. "You'll be back tomorrow?" He asks, watching you walk towards the door.

"Yes, we'll back tomorrow bub. I love you!" You say, waving from the door as you leave with Lachlan behind you. You two get into the rental car, Lachlan in the drivers seat and you in the passenger seat. Lachlan pulls out of the driveway, and once he's on the road he grabs your hand.

"C'mon, spill. I know you're upset about what just happened." Lachlan says, rubbing your hand comfortingly.

"I just, I don't like it when he cries. It makes me feel like a bad mom." You sigh, trying to get the image of your cute little boy crying out of your mind.

"You're everything but a bad mom, (Y/N). That kid loves you so fucking much, you're such a good mom that he's attached to you, that's all. He doesn't really have nights away from you, so he's not used to you leaving him. He still loves you." Lachlan says soothingly.

"I know, he's just my little boy." You sigh. "I don't like seeing him cry, I almost cancelled our date, y'know." You say.

"That would've been devastating, my heart would've broke. I know he's your favorite, but our one and only date night would've been cancelled over a few tears?" Lachlan asks, making you scoff.

"Shut up, you know he's not my favorite over you. You two are both my favorite, just in different ways. You're my favorite husband, and he's my favorite kid." You say.

"Oh, so you have other husbands then?" Lachlan teases.

"I'm going to punch you." You laugh.

"Seriously speaking though, will Sawyer still be your favorite when we have more kids?" Lachlan asks, briefly looking at you before returning his eyes to the road.

"Of course not, once we have more kids I can't have a favorite. When are you planning we have another kid, though?" You ask as Lachlan pulls into a parking lot behind a bar.

"I'll probably put one in you tonight." He shrugs, making you gasp as you punch his shoulder. "Ouch! What?" He asks.

"That's just, god I can't believe you just said that. Just for that, we aren't gonna have sex tonight." You say, making Lachlan look at you skeptically.

"C'mon, it's our one night without the little guy, don't you think it's the perfect time to get another one in the works? You know your mom wants us to have a lot of kids, I bet that's why she even offered tonight. She's trying to get the ball rolling." Lachlan says, making you laugh.

"I doubt my mom offered to babysit because she's trying to get us laid, Lachlan." You roll your eyes, getting out of the car and waiting for Lachlan to join you before you go start walking to the bar.

"Whatever, we'll see what Mitch and Jerome think. I say we let Mitch decide if we try for a baby tonight." Lachlan says, grabbing your hand.

"I say that's something you and I decide, because we both know Mitch is going to just say yes. He thinks Sawyer is the cutest thing in existence, you know he's going to say we should try for another as soon as possible." You say, entering the bar. You easily find Mitch and Jerome at a booth, drinks already in front of them.

"Hey guys, got room for two more?" Lachlan asks, scooting in next to Jerome leaving you to sit next to Mitch.

"Oh I guess, but only because we've missed (Y/N)." Mitch says, wrapping his arm around you. "To who do we owe the pleasure to, having you two have a night off parenting duty?" He adds.

"My mom, she all but forced us to leave Sawyer with her tonight so we could have a night to ourselves. She even booked us a hotel room." You laugh, looking at the drink menu they have.

"So with our night off, I'm thinking we should start working on baby number two, do you guys agree?" Lachlan asks, ignoring the daggers you're throwing at him with your stare.

"Wait, is that even up for debate!? Of course you guys should start working on baby number two, you guys owe the universe so many kids if they're all gonna be as good looking as Sawyer is. It's only fair." Mitch says, making Lachlan smirk at you.

"I don't know if you guys should yet, y'know? Lachlan has some P.R events this summer, and if (Y/N) does get pregnant tonight, she'd be in the middle of the pregnancy then. She'd be like, 6 months pregnant and taking care of a three year old, it doesn't sound like good timing." Jerome argues, making you smirk back at Lachlan.

"So I guess it's a 1 to 1 ratio, Lachlan. Guess we're gonna have to decide tonight." You shrug, happy it's not 3 against 1.

"Ah, so Lachlan wants to try tonight but you wanna wait longer?" Mitch asks, removing his arm from you to take a sip of his drink.

"Well yeah, he wants me to have four of his kids. If that's gonna happen, we need to have our second kid soon. I'm not too sure whether I want four yet, I'd be fine with only three." You shrug, happy a bartender comes over so you can order your drinks.

"I don't know, I think you guys should have at least 4, if not more. Think about all the cute little mixes of you two, it'd be fucking adorable." Mitch says in awe.

"I feel like Mitch wants you two to have a fucking army of kids." Jerome laughs.

"I don't blame him, our kids are adorable as hell. At least, Sawyer is. We're gonna have to make more to test the theory." Lachlan says, making you roll your eyes.

"We'll have more kids Lachlan, but I don't know about tonight, okay? I'm still upset Sawyer was so heartbroken to see me go." You sigh.

"Sawyer was crying as soon as (Y/N) said she was coming with me. He didn't care that I was heading out, but his eyes teared up as soon as she said she was leaving. He said that when I leave it's always for a long time and that he didn't want his mom to be gone for a long time, I think he thought she was going on a work trip with me." Lachlan says to Mitch and Jerome.

"That's so sad, dude. He's just accepted that you travel a lot, but he's that attached to her?" Jerome asks.

"Yeah, I mean I guess I travel sometimes but I didn't think he really noticed it much." Lachlan shrugs, thanking the bartender who comes back with beers for you two.

"I tell you that he notices, he loves you even if you try to argue that he doesn't." You say, taking a sip of your beer.

"Well I know he loves me, but he loves you way more. It's probably because you've only ever spent like, three nights away from him total, including tonight." Lachlan says.

"You know damn well that's not true, we spent a week without him when we went on our honeymoon." You respond with.

"I forgot about that, whoops. I guess you win on that one." Lachlan says, smiling at you. "I think it's only fair we have another kid so that I can be their favorite." He says as if it makes the most sense.

"Well, what if this kid loves me more?" You ask.

"Then you two will have to keep making more until one of them thinks Lachlan's the best fucking thing in the world. It might take like, six kids though, because it's obvious (Y/N) is better than Lachlan." Mitch chimes in, making you laugh.

"Yeah, y'know let's just have six kids. That's a great idea." You say sarcastically.

"Good idea, let's get right on that! We can start tonight." Lachlan says.

"I'll admit we're probably having sex tonight, but if you don't shut the fuck up I'll walk to a CVS to get condoms." You say seriously.

"Yikes, I'd shut the fuck up, dude." Jerome says, patting Lachlan's shoulder.

"Noted." Lachlan mumbles. "What about you two, either of you settling down soon?" Lachlan asks, changing the subject to his two friends.

"Well, I might propose to Jess soon..." Mitch trails off, jumping when you squeal beside him.

"I think that's the first think you've said tonight that I 100% support! Do you have a ring yet? Any idea how you're going to do it?" You ask excitedly, Jerome and Lachlan laughing at you.

"Uh, not yet... I'm thinking maybe like, on a trip to Australia? Like, I can tell her we're going to visit you two, but one night bring her to that beach she loves down the road from your place, walk along it and drop the question... I don't know." Mitch says, blushing.

"Oh my god, yes! Please do that, it sounds perfect! She'll love it, and she'd never see it coming because you haven't visited us in awhile!" You say.

"I don't think it can top the way I proposed to you, with all the pet names built up over a month." Lachlan laughs.

"I'll admit now that that was cute, but for that month of pet names it was annoying." You say, recalling the month Lachlan was in Florida where he called you a different pet name each day.

"Good for you though, Mitch. Jess is a great girl, it's about time you popped the question. Of course, (Y/N) and I are willing to help if you do it in Australia." Lachlan says.

"If you do it there, I'm coming. There's no way I'm missing another proposal." Jerome says, making you laugh.

"You can stay at our place Jerome, give them privacy at the hotel." You say. All of you continue talking for an hour or so, before Mitch and Jerome need to get an uber back to their house before it gets too late.

"Thanks for coming out with us tonight, I really miss the late nights we'd have before you two were parents. Although, it's totally worth missing out on if it means Sawyer's around, I'm gonna come visit your moms this week to see him." Jerome tells you, giving you a hug as you all walk out of the bar.

"For sure, you can come see my little man." You say. You and Lachlan get into your rental car, both of you only having two drinks each. "I'm gonna call Sawyer to say goodnight." You say to Lachlan, turning the car radio off as he starts driving.

"I bet he's fine, (Y/N)." Lachlan sighs, though he doesn't try to stop you.

"Hello, mom? Can you let me talk to Sawyer?" You ask, looking at your mom on the facetime call.

"Yes, we're about to go to bed so this was perfect timing. Sawyer, come say goodnight to mumma." Your mom says, and you hear the patter of Sawyer's feet before he takes the phone.

"Mumma?" He asks excitedly, looking at you with a smile.

"Hi buddy! Are you having fun with nana?" You ask, feeling relieved he's not crying.

"Mhm, we made cookies for you! I made one with extra chips for you mumma, don't let daddy have it." Sawyer, says, making you laugh.

"Daddy's here too, say hi." You say, turning the camera so Lachlan is on screen.

"Hi daddy! I made you a cookie too, but no extra chips." Sawyer says, making Lachlan laugh.

"Well, thanks anyways buddy. I'm sure it'll be delicious." Lachlan says as you turn the camera back to you.

"Are you getting ready for bed?" You ask Sawyer, who nods into the phone.

"We're gonna watch pokemon on the big tv and then nana's gonna read me a book." Sawyer says, making a smile appear on Lachlan's face.

"That's my man, you watch pokemon." Lachlan says, making Sawyer giggle.

"I miss you, mumma." He sighs, making your heart start beating faster.

"I know buddy, I miss you too. But mumma and daddy will be back tomorrow, 'kay? Remember, we're bringing you Macca's." You remind him.

"Okay..." He mumbles. "I'm gonna go watch pokemon, I love you mumma." Sawyer says. You can tell he's tired, you're sure he would've put up more of a fight otherwise.

"I love you too buddy! I promise I'm gonna be there tomorrow, and we can even go to the park, okay? Tell nana that daddy and I said thank you." You tell him, watching him nod as he hangs up on you.

"Do you feel better knowing he's okay?" Lachlan asks, and you nod your head weakly as Lachlan pulls into the hotel parking lot. "Hey, why are you crying?" He says once he's in a parking space, being able to look at you.

"I just, I hate when he's sad." You say, trying to wipe at your tears.

"Babe, he's gonna be fine tomorrow as soon as we're back. We needed tonight, we really did. We haven't had a night to ourselves and for our relationship, we needed it. I go away a lot, which doesn't help the fact that we're parents. We need to make more time for ourselves and sometimes let Sawyer go to my parents or sisters or something, I honestly forgot what it was like to have a night for just the two of us. But it's not good that Sawyer is that attached to you, he needs to be okay with you going out every once in awhile, it's part of life. Not that you're abandoning him or anything, but you need a break too. It's not fair that I get to travel for work and your whole life revolves around him, I'm sorry. You should start going out with your girls sometimes so he can see that I'll be home sometimes when you're out and vice-versa, he shouldn't be worried about either of us leaving for good." Lachlan rambles, grabbing your hand and rubbing at it comfortingly.

"I know Lachlan, god I know. I just love him, I love him so much. He's my little man, I hate seeing him cry. He looks just like you and I hate seeing you cry, and on top of it, the whole maternal thing comes in and I just feel so guilty knowing I'm the reason he was crying." You sniffle, trying to keep the makeup on your face somewhat decent.

"But you shouldn't feel guilty, you don't leave him all the time. It's okay babe, I promise. You're a great mom, the best mom I know. That's why I want to have more kids with you, you're just so gifted with children it's just instinctual for you. You're amazing, and don't let tonight be ruined because you feel guilty. I promise taking tonight to go out doesn't make you a bad mom." Lachlan says, dropping your hand to put his hand on your chin, tilting you to look at him so he can look you in the eyes.

"Thank you, Lachlan. I really, really fucking needed that." You say, smashing your lips against his. You two keep going, letting the kiss build up until you can't stop panting. "We should go into our room and start going on baby number two." You murmur, pulling away from his lips and looking into his eyes.

"Are you serious?" Lachlan says, an expression of pure delight on his face.

"I'm 100% serious, you're a great dad Lachlan, and an amazing husband." You say, smiling as he attaches your lips once again. "Babe, I'm serious. If we don't get into a bed soon, I think I'm going to ride you in this rental car. Let's go." You laugh, disconnecting your lips again and opening the car door.

"Yeah, yeah alright let's go." Lachlan says, quickly getting out of the car with your overnight backpack on his back, his own in his hand as he grabs your hand outside of the car, basically running to the hotel entrance. He quickly checks you two in, moving to the elevator as soon as he gets the room key.

"God, I'm so in love with you." You laugh, squeezing Lachlan's hand as you get in the elevator.

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The Kiss of Death

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[Location: The Gold Serperior - A Bar located within Unova]

One year ago...

The blue and white Salazzle saunters her way inside the bar, a relaxed smile on her face. When feeling cooped up inside the arena, this bar is one of the many places she enjoys spending her time at when she wants to head out. It’s a ways of a walk, but the drinks and the company is well worth the distance.

Manning the bar is an elderly Lopunny wearing a black vest who goes by the name of Nixon, the long fur growing around his lips gives off the impression of a goatee. He smiles upon seeing the Salazzle.

“Evelynn!” He laughs. “It’s been a long time, how’s it been ol’ girl?”

The Salazzle’s own smile widens as well as she takes a seat at the bar. “The same happenings I’m afraid, dearie.” She chuckles. “I don’t wish to bore you of the dull workings of the arena.” She turns her head slightly, giving him a seductive smile. “So why don’t this handsome stud give this lady a drink? Because she could really go for something strong~

The Lopunny shakes his head in amusement, unfazed by her flirting. “All you had to do was ask, Evelynn. I’ve still got some of the good stuff left, would that be find with you?”

Her eyes sparkle at the mention of ‘good stuff’. “You know me too well!” She giggles. “Yes darling, I could really go for a good burn~”

And so the Lopunny went to work, taking a sparkling glass and filling it with a dark amber liquid. Once filled he sets it on the table, giving her a playful wink. “For a frequent customer, I’d say that this is on the house.”

“Oh how kind of you~” Evelynn giggles again, fluttering her eyes. “You’re going to spoil me at this rate, darling.”

The Lopunny rolls his eyes before resting his arms on the bar counter, a good-natured smile on his face. “What can I say? You’re a good friend of mine girl, I’d say that I can afford to treat you every once in a while.” He glances from side to side in mock caution before leaning close, his voice lowering to a whisper. “Not to mention this is an excellent way to get you coming back.”

Evelynn blinks a few times before laughing. “And it’s working! You’re a clever business man!”

The Lopunny grins before grabbing a shot glass and a cloth, proceeding to clean it. “When you run this place for a while, you learn a thing or two. But enjoy your drink Eve, just let me know when you need something.”

The sudden nickname didn’t bother the Salazzle, since she’s known Nixon for quite a long time. Instead she merely chuckles and takes a sip of her glass, letting a contented sigh as the strong alcohol makes its way down her throat.

Ever since she entered the bar a particular individual has been watching her, not once has his eyes moved away. The Salazzle of course was aware of this, but she chose to wait to see if this fellow was feeling brave enough to approach her.

And so he did, with a sly smile the Pokemon stands up and makes his way over. The Pokemon itself is a Haxorus, a fairly large Pokemon that stands much higher than the Salazzle. He sets a hand on the bar counter, giving her a cool smile.

“Now this is the first time I’ve seen someone like you in a place like this~” He grins.

Nixon looks at the Haxorus cautiously and then at Evelynn, as if silently asking if she wants some assistance. Her smile never once wavered however, which is a sign that she’ll handle this on her own.

“Well, darling...” She begins, looking up at the Dragon. “I’m actually quite a frequent customer at this wondrous place, so I assume that you must be new here~?”

The Haxorus blinks a few times in silence, not necessarily expecting this answer. Nevertheless he rolls with it. “New? Heh, if only! I’ve been coming here quite frequently!”

Evelynn rolls her eyes before taking another sip of her drink. “Alright dearie, I’ll believe you.”

It’s quite obvious from her tone that she doesn’t, which causes the Dragon to frown. It only lasted for a few moments however, since his smile returns. “So...how about I offer that the two of us-” He begins, only to be cut off by her.

“I have absolutely zero interest in you.” She says calmly before looking at him sweetly. “So save your breath, darling. You’re wasting your time with me~”

Once again the Pokemon is left in stunned silence, looking down at the Salazzle with wide eyes. However slowly his lips twist into a snarl, his eyes flashing with anger.

“Now don’t even think it.” Nixon warns, deciding to speak up now. “If you cause any trouble, I’ll have Rich kick you out.”

The Lopunny nods his head at a bulky Chesnaught in the back, who is glaring at the Haxorus.

A low growl comes from the Dragon as he shakes his head. “Whatever, be a bitch for all I care.” He grumbles before turning away.

The noise and bustle of the bar suddenly fall silent, the air becoming very tense. The Haxorus glances around in confusion as he notices this, just as he was about to wonder...the voice of Evelynn breaks the silence.

“What did you call me, darling?” She asks in a calm yet sweet voice, but behind those honey-like words...is something else. He turns to face her with a smug smile, but upon seeing the wary look on Nixon he couldn’t help but pause.

The Salazzle turns herself on her stool to face him, crossing her legs. “Dearie, are you familiar with ‘The Kiss of Death’?” She asks, a calm smile on her face.

The Haxorus shakes his head, he opens his mouth to speak only for Evelynn to cut him off for a second time.

“No? Oh dear... Perhaps this lovely lady should educate you on the matter~”

Evelynn slides off her stool and saunters her way towards him, a hand on her hip. Despite the Dragon standing well above her, she didn’t look at all intimidated.

“The Kiss of Death is a killing technique that a particular assassin created, darling.” She begins, stopping in front of the Haxorus. “She is known as Eris, one of the most feared killers for hire to ever grace this world. She is known for her skill, brutality, and...” Her eyes twinkle. “...lack of remorse.”

She lets out a chuckle. “Now, although she can kill others in various methods...’The Kiss of Death’ is her most infamous.” The Salazzle sniffs and casually gazes at her hand with what looks like disinterest. “Very few people know her true identity, so they never knew who she looked like. What she would do is approach her target and lure them into a false sense of security, and then...” Her voice lowers, looking at the Haxorus almost seductively. “...pull them into a kiss~”

The Haxorus blinks a few times in confusion, which causes her smile to widen. “Now...” Evelynn continues. “During the kiss, she would then spit a powerful acidic venom down their throat~ It would immediately begin breaking their flesh down from the inside, eating away at their mouth...throat...stomach...” She lets out a laugh. “And so much more~ The pain is most excruciating, it is considered one of the worst ways to die. However Eris did not care, for it was very effective and she didn’t need to get her hands dirty.” Her eyes narrow slightly. “And once her victim is dead, she would burn the body...so that it wouldn’t leave a trace.”

She turns away, crossing her arms over her chest. “One day she suddenly vanished from the face of the Earth, as if she died. However darling... Let me tell you a little secret~”

Evelynn turns her head back to look at the Haxorus, her grin widening as her eyes contain a deadly glint. “Eris is not dead, in fact...she is very much alive.” Her voice gets lower, containing an edge that would make even the strongest warrior nervous. “She is standing right here, and you called her...a bitch.”

The Haxorus would’ve laughed and said she was lying, but he couldn’t help but freeze when he saw her eyes. Her eyes contained a malefic glint, her smirk containing a confidence...that she could kill him anytime she desired.

With realization hitting him like a Rhyhorn, the Haxorus takes a step back. “N-Now there’s no need to get hasty!” He stutters. “H-Heh, I didn’t mean anything by it! J-Just me being stupid!”

The Salazzle snorts at this. “Stupid? Dearie, you have done something BEYOND stupid.” She takes a step forward, which causes the Haxorus to stumble back. “Now since Nixon has been generous to me, I’m feeling rather generous myself~” Her smirk vanishes, an annoyed frown now on her face. “So how about that you leave my sight and never return? In exchange, I’ll ‘forget’ we ever had this encounter. Does that sound good?”

The Pokemon nods hastily. “Y-Yes! I think I’ll go with that!” He quickly turns and starts making his way towards the exit.

“Darling~? There’s one more thing!” She calls to him, causing the Pokemon to stop.

The Dragon quickly turns to face the Salazzle, who’s looking at him sweetly.

“Now, if you tell ANYONE about what I told you...” She says slowly, with each word her malicious smile works its way back onto her lips. “I will know, because I still have my connections. So if you let one word slip?” Her eyes narrow. “I will kill you, simple as that. You can’t run from me, nor can you hide. I may have retired, but I am just as good as I was then.”

She lets that hold in the air, enjoying the way the Pokemon was shaking. Satisfied that he got the message she waved him off, her seductive smirk returning. “Now run along dear, I’m not going to keep you here any longer~ But remember! No telling, your life is on the line after all~”

Looking like he’s going to wet himself, the Haxorus turns tail and sprints out of the bar.

Salazzle chuckles to herself before looking at the rest of the patrons in the bar, who are looking at her warily.

“Darlings, you have no need to worry!” She says with a shake of her head. “You know me and I know you~ So I don’t have to worry about any of you telling, hmmm?”

“NO MA’AM!” A chorus of shouts came from the Pokemon, which the Salazzle nods with satisfaction.

“See?” She grins. “Nothing to worry about! And since I’m feeling rather good, I think I’ll buy you all a round~”

Several ‘thank yous’ and well wishes fill the air as she slowly makes her way back to her stool, where a particular Lopunny is looking at her with a frown.

“I could’ve just had Rich throw him out.” Nixon sighs, rubbing his temples. “You didn’t need to do all that.”

The Salazzle shrugs in response. “What can I say, darling? He needed to understand who he’s talking to, after all~”

She takes a sip of her drink, letting out another contented sigh. “I think I’ll have another one of these, Nixon.”

The warm smile returns to the elderly Lopunny’s face as he reaches for another glass. “Alrighty, Eve. But since I have to make a living here, you’ll need to pay for this one.”

“Of course, darling. Of course!” Evelynn laughs. “I’m not THAT cruel!”

The Lopunny pauses while making her drink and raises an eyebrow at her, Evelynn notices this and pouts. “Alright fine, I’m not cruel to those I like. Are you happy?”

Nixon chuckles and continues back to filling the glass. “You can say that~” Upon finishing, he places the glass in front of the Salazzle. “And here we go! Strong stuff for a strong lady.”

Evelynn crosses her legs and takes the new glass, having finished her other one. “Thank you, dearie!” She takes a sip, enjoying the burn the liquid leaves in her throat. “Do you assume that the boy will be coming back?”

Nixon snorts. “The Haxorus? Nope, I bet that by the end of the week he’ll have fled the country. A retired assassin can do that to people.”

Evelynn giggles and pulls out a large wad of cash from her bag, setting it on the counter. “This should cover me and your other customers.” She says, pushing it towards him.

Nixon raises an eyebrow again and looks down at it. “Sheesh, Eve. How much did you make during your old job?”

Evelynn merely smirks in response. “That would be telling, darling~”

#the-awoken-crusader #evelynnsalazzle #plot

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shalnarkonice · 7 years

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A gift for @geeky-afakasi with help from @beamthechao who inspired this fantastic chinera ant au💖💖

The sound of designer heels, an expensive pair that was most likely studded in rivers of diamonds and hugged by velvet and gold, clicks against the marble floors. It was amazing how a sound so mundane, so everyday, could be the cause of such chaos in a professional, well known, multi million dollar company.

Now it wasn’t rare to hear a pair of heels bang against smooth tile (seeing how most of the women and few men preferred the footwear), but it was sharp tack tack tack, followed by the smell of roses that alerted most of the employees that the queen had made her appearance.

The Queen, better known as the CEO of chimera communications and technology, rarely visited head office. The queen was a figure head. An older woman with warm brown skin and large oval eyes, her locks lay hidden by a dark red hijab that covered silver hair which would give away her age. She was someone who made her way across the world with her hand picked team, cutting deals, and sometimes cutting throats when it came to hard business (all for a good cause, however).

There was no one in the world who could rival the empire she has built after the death of her late spouse, a cruel man who had given her nothing more than the one son who shared his facial characteristics, and had instantly become the woman’s pride and joy.

Being a single mother running a huge corporation had not been easy, but her employees were treated like family and as the company grew so did the bond between them

To the Queen’s right was Colt, walking in pace but always a step behind. He was one of the first men to be hired to work for the chimeras, his fierce ambition and sense of loyalty making him one of three executives in the entire company. With dark hair and sharp eyes, he always dressed professionally, his suit bearing tiny wings on the cufflinks as his one name brand element. He had coined the line himself, but always kept the chimera business dear to his heart, even as he travelled overseas with the queen to meet with other potential companies that they could overtake.

“There are exactly fifty four hours and twenty seven minutes before our plane to yorknew is due to leave.” Colt says with a firmness that would be appalling to most, but to the queen, it was a tone bearing utmost respect. “Once we land from our detour in NGL we will be greeted by the head of the Zodiac corporation. Netero will be providing our rooms and dinner reservations, as per agreement.”

“Make a note of it to have my things sent over from NGL to yorknew via private blimp.” She says swiftly, eyes running over the doors of offices where employees had pressed their faces against the glass in hopes of getting a view of the woman who had started it all.

“I will make a note of it and send the message directly later today.” Colt hums, his leather briefcase brushing against his thigh before someone darted into the hallway from seemingly nowhere, their blond hair flowing around them before being followed by a long silky black scarf and a whirlwind of glitter.

Glancing back at Pouf, the head of the financial division and the backbone of this locations funds (as well as a full time stick in the mud), Colt wasn’t surprised to see the man flustered. Colt had spent many months training with the blond, sometimes their ideas conflicting, until the rare moment where they made a earth shaking breakthrough together. When the queen had asked who would join her overseas, and who would manage head office (because it was only Pouf and Colt who she felt confident in placing this responsibility on), Pouf had been the one to lose the opportunity to be at her side, and was left behind.

Later Colt had learned Pouf had given up the chance so Colt could take it.

Although Colt didn’t exactly get along with the man, they had learned to accept and trust the other, but it amused Colt greatly at how flustered Pouf always seemed to be.

Pouf, with a clipboard and pen in hand, could not fathom the possibility of having overlooked this moment. Having Colt walk in suddenly would have been nothing to fret over. All Pouf needed to do was show some case files of their work stats and offer the man some black tea. But seeing the queen was often a blessing and a curse, as any employer would be.

Hearing chatter break out in the hallways they passed, Pouf could only hope to smother this tension over and lead the guests to his own office as he informed the buildings head of the affairs taking place.

“Madam president, your arrival is earlier than noted. I didn’t have time to prepare the paperwork or speak to the other department heads or even-” Pouf is cut off as the woman smiles at him.

“What did I say about you calling me madam president? I may be in my fifties but I’m not that old. Please, feel free to call me something less formal. Mother perhaps?” She chuckles as Pouf latches to her side, following her through the main lobby, “now, what are the numbers for this quadrant?” she asks, her tone shifting to one more appropriate for business.

“Twelve percent with an estimated point three gross over the next four months.” Pouf says proudly, his sharp eyes darting around the room in a panic, knowing what kind of insolent staff the building had and how lenient this divisions boss was. He wasn’t sure (or more like, he was very sure how afraid he was) of how the queen was going to react.

“And how is the department running, Pouf?” he jumps the the question he automatically dreaded, “has everything been going smoothly?” the woman prompts.

“Of course!” Pouf blurts out, lying being his first thought, “business is booming and the clients are all happy!”

“Fantastic, and what of the staff?”

Pouf winces a moment and shivers when Colts eyes focus on him, before glancing down at the butterfly wing charm on poufs collar, a product from Colts “wing” line.

“Absolutely amazing. The security is talented and have stopped all issues before they have time to unfold, especially from outside sources. Our scientists are busily working away on new creative, and very, very safe products for our consumers to buy into for the purpose of better communications. Our HR lead is one of the most positive and uplifting, provide amazing customer service and helping our staff with their personal qualms. Our head receptionist holds this family together, always working hard to keep everything in order. Ah, and the sales staff we have are not only respectful, but positively professional. We have three experts for our Public relations team who focus directly on branding our image with the goal of not only creating public events but also placing an emphasis on community. Our building manager is very active in taking care of any safety issues, as well as tending to the many plants we have in place to make a more positive environment. Our financial lead is like a caring father, who also manages to keep all the books updated weekly with our numbers. And of course, the department head and future CEO of the company has been the best, most supportive of leaders. We have no complaints about his ability.”

The Queen pauses and turns places a hand on Poufs arm, smiling in that ever so sweet way she did, reassuring him that his words were taken for face value and that she did not, even for a second, doubt him. It was that look that gave pouf severe guilt, because he knew. oh hell did he know that every word was just as far from the truth as it could be.

“With a staff like this im sure all has been going well,” she says firmly, turning around and continuing deeper into the building towards the cubicles in the open work space.

D A N G E R. The word flashes through Poufs mind, and Colt picks up on the sudden tension.

In seconds a large man with a suit as dark as his hair approaches, a finger to his ear as he starts speaking, his name tag reading Youpi, along with chief of security.

“Take the suspect to the west wing for investigation under clause 330 B, subsection c for trespassing.” Youpi says into his ear piece, before looking to Pouf who was trying yo subtly tell him to shut up. “It appears that NGL representatives have been protesting our use of technology again and this is the third break in this week at ground level. Bloster has apprehended the men and is now-”

“This is a situation we can easily deal with!” Pouf grimaces as he speaks as the queen continues to walk, listening to Youpi give his report as they enter what could only be a mess hall.

Passing the front desk for HR, sitting with his feet up talking away was Welfin, a tall, slender man with sharp eyes who had on a headset. Pouf could only hope the man was being civil.

“You think that’s a problem? Hell, you dont even know what a real trauma is. Seeing someone fight isn’t worthy of a sick leave, the hell.” Welfin barks up, leaning back in his chair, “you should see what I have to deal with here. One word, Zazan! I should be getting a four day weekend for putting up with her shit! Oh hell, Pouf!” Welfin hangs up and tosses the headset aside as he stands, following the group, not sure who the woman or the stiff were, but not caring in the slightest. “So that vacation I asked for, ya know the time off for next week, seeing how I’ve dealt with-”

Pouf feels his eyes roll back into his head as he resists grabbing Welfin and choking the man, all while youpi is still rambling about broken codes.

“I assure you we have the best staff,” Pouf raises his voice, gawking as Leol, Flutter, and Hina appear with huge posters and rave lights. Leol, tall and bulky in a band t-shirt, raises a hand at Pouf. Flutter, with his head of wiry hair, glances over Hina’s head, the petite woman jumping up excitably as the three rush over. Leol, as head of marketing, would often place up ads on buildings while Flutter would focus on anything skyward like blimps and billboards, while Hina dealt with television and radio ads.

“Pouf, bud!” Leol grins, the three joining the group, “we got everything we need for the sponsor party. Even sick music by Morel the euro god-”

“Great snacks and lots of booze!” Hina chimes in while raising a bottle of champagne as well as a few glow sticks.

“The entertainment will be showing up in a few hours,” Flutter buzzes, “we brought in quality chefs as well. The zodiacs have received their invites.

Trying to catch his breath, Pouf begs for it to stop. “We do not hold parties. We are professionals!”

“We decided to hire the dancers too,” Leol continues.

“I’m thinking two weeks is a little short, and I’ve been feeling under the weather so maybe three would suffice,” Welfin strokes his chin

“There has also been twelve incidents regarding broken office supplies that we are still in the process of replacing after last years incident,” Youpi rambles.

The group come across the secretary’s desk near the back of the large room, where the curly haired Zazan sits painting her nails, looking annoyed as a smirking, energetic man talks at her.

Spotting Pouf, Zazan grabs her nail filer and points it at him, “I do not get paid enough to deal with cheetu so you better get him the hell out of my face or so help me I’ll file for harassment!” she snarls, joining the group and listing everything Cheetu had done to annoy her.

“Our secretary is a loving, and respectable human being.” Pouf grits out, feeling Colts eyes bore into his back.

Cheetu, with zeal, heads to the front of the group, walking backwards with a grin as he waves for Poufs attention. The blond pales and his nails dig into his clipboard, his head shaking as in no, Cheetu, shut your damn mouth.

“Okay great! Listen up to my new pitch!” Cheetu clears his throat, his salesperson representative self coming out, “Tired? Tired of technology running slow? Don’t you wish you could talk faster? Don’t you wish you could talk so fast that you would be abletotalktoeveryoneallthe-” Cheetus rambling becomes too quick and excited to understand and pouf is dying.

The queen makes it into the science sector and slowly Pouf whispers oh no as the sound of an explosion occurs, before a slight smoke makes its way out of the door. No one is phased as a woman with white curly hair throws herself out of the room her white medical lab coat a little singed.

“That was a rush hell yea!” she coughs and notices the group, and leaps at pouf, “the new coolant adhesive is almost done! We’re making it less flammable but hell does it have a kick! It’s amazing! I’ve never seen subject 2I9H 3000 react so fiverantly, there have only been four explosions this week!”

Youpi taps his earpiece, “Pitou again. Send men to clean up. Extinguishers needed.”

“The vacation will help me relax and be a better HR lead! Come on, Pouf!”

“These explosions are horrible for my headaches, especially when dealing with idiots!” Zazan whines

“Ya know if the budget was increased we could totally bring in a sick bartender, like the phantom troupe are an A-class party must have, right Flutter?”

“Talk all the time with chimera communications! never stop! Never stop talking just keep taking always-”

“Ya know, with this experiment almost done, if i reversed the polarity I could probably make the adhesive into a bomb-”

“Dont!” Pouf yells over the chatter, “absolutely do not! Remove the thought from your mind!”

Pitou sulks as a new voice enters the fray, a short, bulky man with wise eyes and a beak nose. In his hands were slips of gray paper, and on his chest was a name tag reading Peggy, finance. Around his neck was a lanyard that held every nerdy button the man could get his hands on. Some like “checkmate for the king,” or “like a good friend chimera com is there,” and “edgar allen poe before hoes.”

“I’m glad you’re all here, because it’s pay day!” Peggy grunts out, and cheers amble around as the man hands out slips, watching them get tucked into pockets and shirts, or ripped open fiercely. “Now for this next trimester we need to cut back on some staff funds, and unfortunately that’s the amount of coffee we are buying each week.”

Zazan gawks as she stares at the man, “you monster!”

“Peggy are you insane? We all practically live off coffee,” Welfin shoves past Leol and Flutter, grabbing onto Peggy in disgust. “If I’m not able to make a coffee every two hours, I’ll die. Straight up. I might as well go on sick leave because I won’t be able to function.”

Cheetu nods his head vigorously, “how do you think i get to be the way I am? You think I’m always energetic! Nah! we need our espressos!”

Youpi side eyes the man and mutters under his breath, “he shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near caffeine”

“You’re not the boss of me!” Cheetu yelps, puffing out his chest.

Pouf steps between them and lifts the clipboard in front of cheetus face, “under a general consensus you will be provided only with decaf and you will accept it without complaint! We don’t need anymore incidents like last year-” Pouf gawks as the words slip out

Colt narrows his eyes as he places a hand on Poufs shoulder, “please elaborate.”

A collective breath moves through the group, almost as if there was the presence of a monster amongst them. Pouf could only cower, hoping someone else would step in so he wouldn’t have to.

“Rammot,” Zazan swirls the name in her mouth and grimaces, “that was the worst month, thank god he gone.”

“He was a menace,” Youpi murmurs, “theft, blackmail, slander, assault…”

“And a rude, ugly man to boot.” Hina murmurs, shaking a glow stick vigorously. “And the things he would wear around the office should have been enough of a crime to get him arrested!”

Leol rubs his chin, “I heard he went to jail for killing a man.”

Cheetu nods, “That doesn’t surprise me! What a creep! He punched me once!”

“He spit in my coffee,” Welfin bares his teeth.

Pitou cracks a knuckle, “I was tempted to kill him one time. Try experiment 541 on him.”

The Queen blinks back her surprise as a yell breaks the chatter of the group from the other side of the hall. A balky man with pierced eyebrows and long hair runs towards the group, almost at a gallop. Some could say that the man was horse like in his demeanor; although he lacked any grace and came off as a beast (who was into some questionable kinks, the other employees had unfortunately come to learn). Zazan and Cheetu grimace and step against the walls, knowing that the man with the snake tongue, Yunju, was bound to make a messy entrance.

In his hands he carried a large box, his two assistants (both thin and lean, sticking to Yunju as if they were mosquitoes) carried their own boxes.

Now Pouf wasn’t sure what Yunju did. He was…usually just there, with his vulgar mouth and that damn split tongue, which was pierced seeing how it made a clink as it touched his teeth as he spoke.

Part of Pouf wanted to say that Yunju had been hired to be a health rep, although it seemed like hell of a mistake on their hiring department if they did that. Perhaps Yunju was the hiring department. What a nightmare.

“Nyaa, the chief of privacy,” Pitou whines, looking at Youpi, who technically was the chief of security but never used the title, meaning he and Yunji should have been partners at least. It never happened.

Pouf pales, shocked that he had forgotten that this monster of a man was responsible for all their personal issues and privacy, especially from having their identities safe from being revealed online. Anti technology protesters had been getting more violent with each year

“Got the stuff!” Yunju smirks, spotting Colt, a new face in the crowd, “and a catch.”

Colt gives him a piercing glare, not interested in the man’s advances. Leol and Hina hoot and holler as they leap towards the box, only to have Youpi intervene.

Only now did it come to everyone’s realization that they had been chatting and yelling in front of a large oak door, the only in a long hallway. No one could remember when the tile floors had become carpet, or when the lights had become tinted red, or that it was silent in this sector. Candles and roses sit on their perches, and a glass wall sits opposite to the door, delicate but deadly looking fish filling the space.

Standing on a stool, with their back turned to the crowd, is Kite. Short, lanky, silent at most times, quietly feed the fish. Feeling eyes on their back; they which was covered in long white hair which he occasionally dyed red, he peers over to the crowd.

Despite taking up the role of gardener, and in charge of health and safety, kite was also the third executive of the company.

“Mother,” Kite says lowly, stepping down from the stool. Pouf had almost forgotten Kite was the Queens adopted child.

Behind the large oak doors would be the future CEO of the company, the lead of the entire building. A man who was young, yet notable in his early 20s. He had been a child genius, and eager to learn all from his many tutors. The future ceo was a terrifying and gifted man.

As the doors were thrown open, everyone in the hallway held their breath as Meruem appeared, silent, somber, his dark hair covering his forehead, his eyes looking sharp with pointed eyeliner and his purple contacts.

“What is the meaning of this noise?” Meruem asks, voice soft and yet almost sultry

Pouf hesitates and tries to work up the courage to offer an explanation, a reason, something to ease the heavy, smoggy tension.

“We….They…The Queen-” Pouf almost curses himself as tears spring to his eyes. How could he explain the motive behind the horrible staff. Everyone had left their posts! All they did was argue! Or fight! Or try to blow things up! Godawful, good for nothing trouble makers! Everyone here, and the queen had watched it all.

Meruem shifts his glance to the queen instead, slightly shocked.”Mother, Pouf did not inform me of your attendance.”

Pouf pales at the mention of his name, positive he was going to lose his damn job.

“I am sure you know why I came,” the woman says lowly, stepping forward to tower over the short man. “To see how you have run my company. To see your employees and their capabilities. To see if you are willing to inherit the CEO title when you turn 25…and to wish you a happy twenty third birthday.” she smiles, breaking from her facade.

Party poppers explode and balloons escape from the box Yunju was carrying. Ikalgo and Melodeon, two delivery boys, ran in with champagne, and cheering radiated through the hallway. Pouf, very quickly realized, this whole thing has been a set up.

“Lighten up pouf! It was fun wasn’t it!” Pitou hoots as glasses are passed around as a cake is brought into meruems office.

“Happy birthday!” is yelled out, and meruem feels his face flush as he beams at the gesture.

To be so loved by his family and company was a true blessing, Meruem realized, lost in a sea of voices. Despite being thankful, meruem knew that one day he would have that special someone here with him, to meet his mother and coworkers. But for now, Meruem would enjoy the impromptu party.

And pouf? Pouf would be fine

Well, after he stopped crying tears of relief that is

#hxh #meruem #pouf #chimera ants

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The Best Things We Ate This Week (8)

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Gambas a la Plancha

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Hannah Albertine Brooklyn Noosh $$$$ 988 Atlantic Ave

Flamin’ Hot Cheetos Wings

“I ate these wings sitting next to a raging fire pit in the alley behind this new Bed-Stuy spot. Between the smoky campfire smell, the slow-burn heat of the wings, and the fact that my friend cried out after hot cheeto dust got in his eye, I briefly forgot I was still in 2020. What I’m saying is, these fried, cayenne-forward wings are a little bit ridiculous and a little bit painful, and they might be exactly what you need to feel better tonight.”

-Hannah Albertine, Staff Writer

Rahi $ $ $ $ Indian in West Village $$$$ 60 Greenwich Ave

Methi Gosht

“I went to this West Village Indian spot while researching The Best Fried Chicken Sandwiches In NYC, and their garam masala-coated version certainly didn’t disappoint. But for how much I still think about that sandwich, I spend just as much time reminiscing about the bone-in goat curry. Cutting a hole in the puffed naan shell releases steam that makes it seem like the kitchen’s entire spice rack is being run through a still. The basmati rice acts like a sponge soaking up all of the flavor from the juices and minced goat, and yet the best bites are the pieces of gamey meat attached to the bones at the bottom of the pot.”

-Matt Tervooren, Staff Writer

Jalsa - Grill And Gravy $$$$ 964 Coney Island Ave

Chicken Dum Biryani

“Biryani is my weighted blanket, my 15-minute yoga flow, and my chill music mix all in one. So when I got a craving for it last weekend, I figured I’d go out of my way to find the best biryani on the planet (read: within my delivery radius). Thankfully, the chicken dum biryani I ordered from Jalsa in Ditmas Park had exactly the kind of balanced-but-bold flavor I needed. It’s a big portion with a few whole chicken legs inside, and all of the meat falls right off the bone. The rice tasted like saffron which was extremely satisfying and also reminded me of an old roommate whose IG handle was ‘saffrongirl69.’ I hope she’s gotten better about doing the dishes.”

-Nikko Duren, Editorial Assistant

Matt Tervooren Diner $ $ $ $ American in Williamsburg $$$$ 85 Broadway

Fried Chicken Sandwich

“I’m working on a guide to the best fried chicken sandwiches in NYC, and without giving too much away, I can share three takeaways from my research thus far. First, I’m currently more chicken than Foghorn Leghorn. Second, white meat - why? And third, Diner will make the guide. What separates the version at this Williamsburg American spot from most of the others I’ve tried recently is the meat itself. It’s so tender that if it weren’t for the thin layer of crispy skin, it’d be nearly impossible to tell where the juicy, buttery meat ends, and the soft, buttery potato bun begins. Just know that it’s only offered at lunch Friday through Sunday.”

-Matt Tervooren, Staff Writer

Hannah Albertine Joe & Pat's $$$$ 168 1st Ave

Clam Pizza

“My mother always taught me to think that molluscs and cheese don’t belong together. But the cracker-thin clam pie from Joe & Pat’s is proof that food rules are mostly stupid, because the cheese, garlic, parsley, and briny clams on this pizza should start an LLC together. Make this your next Friday night takeout so you can weigh in on my mom’s abrasive seafood-dairy policies.”

-Hannah Albertine, Staff Writer

Hannah Albertine KM1 $ $ $ $ Latin , Caribbean , Dominican in East Village $$$$ 58 E 1st St

Mofongo de Churrasco

“KM1 is a new Caribbean restaurant right across from those handball courts on Houston Street in the East Village. The menu has a bunch of Dominican dishes, including a plate of perfectly-seasoned strip steak with a crispy pile of plantains and a light tomato sauce. Between the tomato broth bath and the alternating bites of chewy steak and crunchy fried plantains, this mofongo was the highlight of my eating week.”

-Hannah Albertine, Staff Writer

Winner Winner $ $ $ $ Cafe/Bakery in Brooklyn , Park Slope $$$$ 367 7th Ave

Rosemary and Grape Focaccia

“If your neighborhood bakery doesn’t serve grape and rosemary focaccia, that’s okay - mine doesn’t either. But recently I was biking around Park Slope, and decided to try a neighborhood bakery that does. At Winner, the aforementioned focaccia loaf was sweet, salty, crispy, and fluffy all at once. I’ll be pretending this spot is my neighborhood bakery from now on.”

-Nikko Duren, Editorial Assistant

Hannah Albertine Lhasa Tibetan Restaurant $ $ $ $ Tibetan in East Village $$$$ 177 1st Ave

Non-Veg Momo Combo

“One of Lhasa’s momos may have exploded beef juice all over my laptop, and that’s OK. It’s a good thing that they’re stuffed to the brim with meat, onions, ginger, and chives. This Jackson Heights Tibetan restaurant just opened a new location on 11th and 1st Avenue, and I plan on slowly but surely breaking the keyboard of my computer with their momo broth.”

- Hannah Albertine, Staff Writer

Black Crescent $ $ $ $ Lower East Side $$$$ 76 Clinton St

Oysters

“Admittedly, oysters don’t have to try very hard to make me happy. But there was something special about these particular East Coast oysters from the recently-reopened Black Crescent. Maybe it was the fact that they were briny-tasting and smooth, or that they were the first oysters I’ve had all summer, or that I had already consumed a margarita in a plastic cup. Whatever it was, I was overjoyed.”

- Hannah Albertine, Staff Writer

La Isla Cuchifritos $ $ $ $ Latin in Brooklyn , Bushwick $$$$ 1439 Myrtle Ave.

Alcapurria

“If I could have any superpower, my ninth or tenth pick would be to have an unlimited number of the dense, crispy alcapurrias from La Isla Cuchifritos in Bushwick. People would say things like, ‘That seems like a waste of a superpower,’ and I’d just be like, ‘Do want an alcapurria or not?’ And they’d probably say yes. I know this because I ate a few recently, and this is how any reasonable person should respond.”

- Bryan Kim, Senior Staff Writer

Matt Tervooren Viking Fresh Off The Hook $$$$ 1905 Bayview Ave

Fried Oysters & Raw Tuna

“I’d enjoy fried oysters anywhere. Most recently, I had a bucket of them next to the dock on Long Beach Island. Like lots of spots on LBI, Viking Fresh Off The Hook serves fantastic seafood, both fried and raw - like locally caught tuna, which I had in a poke bowl alongside the oysters.”

- Matt Tervooren, Staff Writer

Hannah Albertine A Farm Stand Off Of Route 28 In The Catskills $$$$ Route 28

Satsuma Plums

“I was in the Catskills recently and stopped at a farm stand on Route 28 near Arkville to buy a box of satsuma plums. They’re so juicy that biting into one tends to cause a stone fruit Sweeney Todd situation. I had to eat them over a sink. Now I will live my life knowing plums can be categorized in one of two ways: over-the-sink fruit or non-over-the-sink fruit.”

- Hannah Albertine, Staff Writer

Nikko Duren Telly's Taverna $ $ $ $ Greek in Astoria , Queens $$$$ 2813 23rd Ave

Spanakopita

“Rediscovering the NYC ferry has given my bike a chance to relax at home, while I visit parts of the city I haven’t seen in months. Most recently, the ferry brought me and this incredible spanakopita from Telly’s Taverna together, thus solving my commitment issues and inspiring me to go caroling four months early. It’s flakier than your favorite croissant and when you cut into it, you get that beautiful cracking sound that lets you know it just came out of the oven. This spanakopita should be on your NYC meals bucket list.”

- Nikko Duren, Editorial Assistant

Hannah Albertine Ray's Candy Store $$$$ 113 Avenue A

Swirl Soft Serve With Rainbow Sprinkles

“One of the only, true constants of my summer has been the vanilla-chocolate swirl soft serve from Ray’s Candy Store. I appreciate that it has pastel rainbow sprinkles and that unmistakable dairy flavor that leaves you as thirsty as a camel. Bring a bottle of water and a five-dollar bill, and order one for yourself.”

- Hannah Albertine, Staff Writer

Nikko Duren A&A Bake and Doubles $ $ $ $ Caribbean in Bedford-Stuyvesant , Brooklyn $$$$ 481 Nostrand Ave

Doubles

“If you know me, you know that hyperbole isn’t really my thing. So when I say that I think about the doubles from A&A at least once a week, you should take me at my word. I finally made it back the other day (due to the fact that I fixed my bike), and the impeccably-spiced doubles were delicious as always. I also tried their dense, crispy saheena for the first time, although I let my coworker have most of it, as I’m an incredibly giving person.”

- Bryan Kim, Senior Staff Writer

Matt Tervooren Miss Ada $ $ $ $ Mediterranean , Middle Eastern in Fort Greene $$$$ 184 Dekalb Ave

Chicken Shawarma With Hummus

“If I had to describe my brunch at Miss Ada with two words, I’d go with “disorienting” and “fantastic.” It was disorienting because it didn’t feel like brunch. The whipped ricotta was sweet enough to be served in a dessert shop, the hummus with shawarma had as many bright colors as the food scene in Hook, and the malawach was like a pancake that decided it was born to be more than just a pancake. As for the second descriptor, it all tasted fantastic.”

- Matt Tervooren, Staff Writer

Hannah Albertine Titan Foods Inc. $ $ $ $ Greek in Astoria $$$$ 25-56 31st St

Giant Beans In Tomato Sauce & Egg-Lemon Soup

“I went to this Greek grocery store in Astoria partly because my friend told me Danny Devito likes to shop there, and partly because I have a special place in my heart for imported canned goods. I left with incredible future lunch plans (a perfectly tart egg lemon soup, and a can of giant beans soaked in tomato sauce that didn’t require any additional seasoning) but, unfortunately, no Danny Devito sighting.”

- Hannah Albertine, Staff Writer

Nikko Duren Krupa Grocery $ $ $ $ American in Park Slope , Windsor Terrace $$$$ 231 Prospect Park West

Nashville Hot Shrimp Burger

“Last weekend, I picked up a Prospect Park Picnic Box from Krupa Grocery and ate it, well, in the park. Admittedly, I was skeptical of the Nashville Hot Shrimp Burger, but the patty was nice and juicy, with satisfying crisp edges. Together with a spattering of creamy chive aioli and heaven-sent pickles, this thing was good enough to make me question whether a “seafood burger” deserves a spot on our Best Burger list next year.”

- Nikko Duren, Editorial Assistant

Hannah Albertine Soothr $ $ $ $ Thai in East Village $$$$ 204 E 13th St

Koong Karee

“This new Thai spot’s shrimp and egg dish is genuinely one of the most delicious things I’ve ever eaten out of a plastic container. Its gooey consistency keeps the tail-on shrimp tender and every bite tastes like shrimp paste just called curry powder to say ‘I love you.’ I don’t care where you live, you need to try it.”

- Hannah Albertine, Staff Writer

Hills Kitchen $ $ $ $ West African in Brooklyn , Bushwick $$$$ 252 Knickerbocker Ave

Efo Soup

“I’ve been ordering a lot from Hills Kitchen, a West African restaurant in Bushwick, and it’s always hard for me to try something new there. You see, I really like their efo soup, which is incredibly rich and packed with more spinach than I typically consume in a month. Order it, get a sticky ball of eba on the side, and consume these things in unison.”

- Bryan Kim, Senior Staff Writer

Nikko Duren Ricas Pupusas & Mas $ $ $ $ Salvadoran in Queens , Woodside $$$$ 47-55 47th St

Pupusas

“I don’t eat enough pupusas. And since that’s one void in my life I can actively fill, I ordered two from Ricas Pupusas Y Mas. The masa is thick and sweet, yet humble enough to let the cheesy, meaty insides have some time in the spotlight. Based on this excellent meal (and humility lesson), I’ll be consuming more of these pupusas in the coming weeks.”

- Nikko Duren, Editorial Assistant

Hannah Albertine Cervo's $ $ $ $ Seafood in Lower East Side $$$$ 43 Canal St

Fried Corn

“It’s summertime and I can’t stop saying the word “corn” in an Irish accent - like how I’d imagine Saorsie Ronan would pronounce it. So, I of course jumped at the opportunity to eat the new fried corn dish from Cervo’s. It’s served in a takeout bowl bathtub of bottarga and tomato aioli. You’ll want to dip your corn so that every kernel is drenched in what is essentially salty fish mayo.”

- Hannah Albertine, Staff Writer

Matt Tervooren BK Jani $$$$ 679 Grand St

Jani Burger and Seekh Kebab Roll

“I ordered the burger and seekh kebab roll at BK Jani thinking that I’d bring about half of each home as leftovers. Then one thing led to another, and I was sitting in their lovely backyard with nothing but a bit of mint chutney and a vague sense of accomplishment.”

- Matt Tervooren, Staff Writer

Hannah Albertine The Bun Hut $ $ $ $ Chinese , Caribbean , Jamaican in Lower East Side $$$$ 178 Stanton St

Coconut Curry Chicken Roti

“The roti I tried from this recently-opened Caribbean spot comes with creamy curry, mango salsa, and a few sweet fried plantains - all wrapped up in a thin dhal puri. It was juicy and thick, unlike 90% of my recent carrot-hummus-iced-coffee lunches.”

- Hannah Albertine, Staff Writer

Noah Devereaux Federoff’s $ $ $ $ Sandwiches in Williamsburg $$$$ 178 N 10th St

Cheesesteak Sandwich

“A few days ago, I messaged some coworkers and told them that I was going to order a cheesesteak. They hadn’t asked about my dinner plans, but sometimes I like to be my own hype man. The cheesesteak was from Federoff’s in Williamsburg, it was an intensely salty mess of beef, cheese, and cheese-soaked bread, and I can’t recommend it highly enough.”

- Bryan Kim, Senior Staff Writer

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szopenhauer · 4 years

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Does your current shampoo has a specific scent? it smells like nettle

Have you had a headache at any point recently? yes

When was the last time you took painkillers? months if not years ago

Has there recently been a thunderstorm where you live? yup

Do you recall the last time you saw a spider anywhere in your house? I see one now *shrug*

Are you afraid of spiders, or do they not really bother you? as you can guess they don’t bother me

Is there a beverage that you drink more often than anything else? water

Do you enjoy any films with Nicole Kidman in them? nah

In the last 7 days, have you worn make-up? noooo

How long have you been sober? my whole life besides this one time I was drinking absynth with John but I didn’t get drunk

Do you think you are an argumentative person? maybe

How’s your heart lately? physically or emotionally?

Do you still talk to the person you lost your virginity to? -

Is it harder to be rejected or to reject someone else? to reject someone because it’s your decision to make (it can be wrong) and you’re hurting somebody with it, every strategy to do so feels bad

What is the best thing about your current job? no job!

Have you been on a date in the park? sure

Do you like pulp orange juice? I hate pulp

Do you prefer the tanning bed or the sun? sun

Were you single on your last birthday? I’m always single on my birthday

Name something you dislike about the day you’re having? ugh... many things

Do you hate the last person you kissed? I don’t hate her

Where is the last person you kissed? shopping

Who was last to cook for you? parents

Who is the last person that texted you? my gf

What are you going to do next? play Choices, finally!

Will you regret your next kiss? hope not :o

Who was the last person you gave the finger to? not sure who was last nor if it was serious or playful

Are you the oldest? youngest

Do you know the difference between a vegan and a vegetarian? of course and I like vegetarians but hate vegans

Would you prefer to go out on a fancy date or just chill in her house? chill

Do you enjoy long car rides? if there are stops to pee and stretch legs

Do you own a laptop? I wish

have you ever slept on the floor? yep do you still talk to the person you fell the hardest for? even currently lol who is your last text from? her :P what color shirt were you wearing when you had your last kiss? mostly white

would you kiss the last person you kissed again? obvi have you ever slept in the same bed with the last person you kissed? layed only is there someone who you can spend every minute with and be happy? I need some time alone! are you keeping a secret right now? nah was it a boy or a girl to text you first today? girl last time you saw fireworks? New year’s eve three days in a hotel or nfl game tickets? hotel would you rather watch football or baseball? I’d rather not how do you calm down when you're extremely angry? depends are your friends with any of your ex boyfriends/girlfriends? because she’s my gf again, elseway I wouldn’t be able to something you just don't understand? stupidity what was your worst mistake in your life? just one? can’t choose have you ever kissed someone whose name started with the letter e? nope who was the last person of the opposite sex you had a conversation with? dad have you ever worn the opposite sex's clothing? I own some stuff that were bought in male section of stores is the last person you hugged older than you? they’re my parent so... do you like to make the first move? might have you ever laughed so hard you cried? especially this year thx to Gosia will you be up before 7 am tomorrow? I wanna sleep in

have you ever used a belt bag/fanny pack? hated those but thrifted one last month to carry my meds in it and it’s cute - 80s themed and all

are you the one who usually breaks up with your significant other or is it them that do the breaking up? I do the breaking up where did you go the last time you rode on a train? Ełk is your wardrobe color coordinated? pfft when was the last time you wore something with polka dots on it? the only thing like this that I own is probably my red leggings what is your favorite animal print? not a fan but don’t mind in small amount? is there a song in which you prefer the acoustic version as opposed to the original? don’t think so have you ever been in an on-and-off relationship? sorta did the last shirt you wore have buttons on it? noooo are you friends with any of your significant other’s exes? funny thing is I was friends with my almost gf’s lover who told me about her lying do you and your best friend share the same favorite color? me and my gf both like black and my dad likes yellow which of your parents is older, your mother or father? mom

where is your favorite place to buy hoodies? second hands would you rather have an analog clock or a digital clock? digital, I can’t read analog :x

if you lived in bikini bottom, would you go jellyfishing with spongebob and patrick? why not? what kind of shaving cream do you use? I shave without cream if an unknown number calls you and says, “who is this?” what do you say? why are you calling someone you don’t know? what’s the most you would pay for earrings? I don’t use those so... unless it was going to be a gift then dunno if you could be a guest star on the office or house, which would you choose? The office

what would happen if you were suddenly in bed with the last person who texted you? ;) do you want a relationship? I’m in one

if you were 12 and you could see yourself now, would you be disappointed? omg I imagined it now and that’s sooo sad :( do you know your mothers birthday? I forget the days but I know my parents’ months, I suck at dates do you like texting? mhm who was your first text this morning? my gf are you starting to realize anything? sigh... can you remember the last time you really liked someone? this summer is your hair longer than your shoulders? no would you run down the street naked if it meant earning $15,000? probably do you have any text messages that you don’t want other people reading? absolutely can you live a day without tv? I don’t watch tv for months do you really know how heartbreak feels? I know could you forgive someone who slept with your boyfriend/ girlfriend? what about forgiving my gf first?... who was the last person to touch your stomach? besides me? my gf

how does it make you feel looking at pics with your ex and someone else? weird why are you doing this survey and not something else? because!

do you get really annoyed at sex questions? might, depends did you ever join a gym to look hot and get back at an ex bf/gf? what a lame reason if you’re not in college, why? several reasons

be honest. you love the beatles, don’t you? I don’t care for them do you own a studded belt? used to how many pairs of shoes do you own? *shrug* do you watch spongebob? at times what high school did you go to? it’s personal do you like surveys? very

you are chosen to have lunch with the president. the condition is you only get to ask one question. what do you ask? I wouldn’t go what do you think captain hook’s name was before he had a hook for a hand? captain hand[s]

rock, paper, or scissors? hmm... how long was it from ‘the first date’ until the proposal of marriage? how long until the wedding? I’m not married nor even really engaged which is worse, being in a place that is too loud, or too quiet? too loud is worse everyone hears discussions that they consider boring. what topic can put you to sleep quicker than any other? I’m more annoyed than bored with specific subjects how many times did it take you to pass your drivers test? I haven’t taken it if you had to have the same topping on your vanilla ice cream for the rest of your life, what topping would you choose? no topping you are offered an envelope that you know contains $50. you are then told that you may either keep it or exchange it for another envelope that may contain $500 or may be empty. do you keep the first envelope, or do you take your chances with the second? take a chance and lose if you had to choose, which would you give up: cable tv, or dsl/cable internet? tv - easy what kind of lunch box did you have as a kid? I remember that it had Pooh on it but then I had a transparent plain one what would you rather have, a nanny, a housekeeper, a cook, or a chauffeur? cook of chauffeur would you rather be trapped in an elevator, or stuck in traffic? traffic, less dangerous lets say a brick fell on your foot, and your kid is standing right next to you, what is your ‘cleaned up’ swear word? I wouldn’t care about them hearing me swear, honestly

ever been torn between 2 people? not in love, just friends/family issues do you think a lot of people think bad things about you? I know they do because they heard lies about me

ever liked someone who was in a relationship? I didn’t know that they were do you wear shoes in your house or take them off? slippers you love math, right? umm... when you watch movies at home, do you like the lights on or off? on or dimmed did you cry today? not so far which is unusual do you have to check in with your parents before you go someplace? I do have to will tomorrow be better than today? hope so do you find smoking attractive? nah

can you honestly say you’re okay right now? nope do you tend to waste a lot of money? not a lot are you asian? not even partially whose hoodie did you wear last? mine has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear? ugh... are you satisfied with what you currently have in life? I’m sorry but I’m not you go home with a hickey, what does your mother say? oh God... are you currently talking to/texting/instant messaging anyone? I am have you ever liked someone older than you? not much older have you held hands with anyone lately? yep where is your phone? in front of me as always

do you like polaroid photography? yup

is there a friend of yours who curses nonstop? who would that be? my gf says CHUJ a lot

don’t you hate when you put lyrics as a status and everyone comments it asking what it means / why it’s your status? no one comments what do you usually do to let your feelings out? post on tumblr, talk, cry, listen to music, write letters, play games, go for a walk... do you think boys notice things more than girls? or vice versa? it has nothing to do with gender are you participating in project 365 (you take a picture of you/something everyday of the year and post it)? nah do you have a flickr? if so, post the link. I don’t post anything there, not actually even going there anymore like with instagram am i the only one who would go to the ends of the earth to see their favorite band perform? I’m definitely not that kind of person, sorry to inform you do you think it’s dumb when a band smashes their instruments, or do you find it totally radical? dumb do you feel like you need some inspiration, or are you totally inspired right now? I lack motivation, not inspiration

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anneedmonds · 4 years

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My Ultimate (Thoughtful, Easy and Widely Available) Christmas Gift

AD: not sponsored or paid-for. Contains gifted press samples (chocolate) and affiliate links are marked *.

We’re revisiting a post that I (kind of) did a few years ago, really, but it’s a good one and so it deserves another airing. Because this post may just save your Christmas Bacon, if you’ve left present-buying until the last minute and/or have no clue what to buy people and/or don’t want to spend a fortune on absolute tat that people will hate and/or re-gift.

It is – quite frankly – a genius idea, this one, but I’m sure I can’t take credit for it because it’s so simple that a million people probably posted about it before me. The fundamental equation behind this gift idea is:

Good Book + Excellent Chocolate = Ultimate Christmas Experience

Give someone a brilliant read and something to munch on whilst they read it and you’ve pretty much sorted their holiday. The bonus for you is that you can order books right up until the last minute (or get them at the supermarket) and the chocolate is reasonably widely available, depending on which of the fancy and niche brands you plump for.

Which is important. Because there are caveats to this genius solve-all gifting idea, after all. The first is that the chocolate must be fine, interesting, artisanal or unusual – to elevate it above the Dairy Milk level – and the second is that the book must have a good cover. Be it vintage Penguin or classic Puffin or whatever other bird you can think of. Luckily publishers put a lot of thought into covers and so your job here is quite easy.

Read: Beautiful Books that Won’t Break The Bank

And before you all shout in defence of Dairy Milk, I love Dairy Milk, but for this gift to work then it can’t be just any old normal chocolate bar thrown in to the shopping trolley – the bars in this feature are all exquisitely made with the finest ingredients and truly are, for want of a less cringe term, a taste sensation. (Liberty is a treasure trove of pretty and quirky chocolates – find them all here* – and they helped massively with sourcing good-looking bars for this feature, so thank you Liberty!)

The selection of books I’ve chosen should offer up something for everyone (apart from kids) and there are a few suggestions, such as The Bees, for example, that are relatively obscure and could be a safe bet for those who are hard to please.

I have listed a load of books ‘n’ chocolate combos below, with pictures so that you can admire my supreme books ‘n’ chocolate styling prowess. Hopefully it’ll give you some idea as to what the hell I’m on about. Wrapping these little delightful parcels needn’t be a stress either – get yourself a load of eco-friendly, plain brown paper and you’re sorted. Add nice ribbons that can be reused by the recipient and Bob’s your Uncle.

Read: Six Good-Looking Emergency Books

There’s (believe it or not) a video that goes with this post. Or perhaps this is the post that goes with the video – either way, I’ve managed to eke out an unbelievable amount of content from what it basically the world’s most simple gift idea. It’s a bit Pippa’s Tips (sure I said that last time) but sometimes you need to be reminded of the basic things in life…

Little Women (Puffin in Bloom edition) £9.99 here* + Pana Mint Chocolate (raw, vegan), £3.20 here. A beautiful chunk of a collector’s edition book with a raw and minty bar to chomp on. What a pretty pairing!

Wolf Hall £5.94 here* + Pana Coconut & Goji Chocolate (raw, vegan) £3.20 here. Particularly pleased with this combo, for some reason – and this is the book to buy a voracious reader who hasn’t yet unearthed the delights of Hilary Mantel.

My Sister, The Serial Killer, £6.20 here* + Sour Cherries Chocolate, £4.95 here – one of the books of the year all wrapped up with a bar of finest dark chocolate, studded with dried cherries.

Pretty Iconic, £11.89 here* + Chabonnel & Walker Dark Chocolate Bar, £6.95 here* – glorious, velvety dark chocolate and one of the best beauty books you’ll find.

Ooh, I’m starting to feel like Willy Wonka with all of these chocolate descriptions!

The Handmaid’s Tale, £6 here* + Pana Chocolate Rose, £4.95 here* – the brutal modern classic that’s worryingly astute and a rose-oil infused chocolate bar that should hopefully salve the soul somewhat…

Girl, Woman, Other, £10.64 here* + Chocolate Society Salted Caramel, £4.95 here – this year’s well-deserved Booker prize winner and a brightly-wrapped bar that contrasts with the cover. Two knockout gifts for just over fifteen pounds.

(Has my Book + Chocolate messaging sunk in yet?!)

Persuasion, £12.59 here*+Rococo Violet Dark Chocolate, £5.50 here* – the most delightful edition of Jane Austen’s classic and an equally classic chocolate to accompany it.

The Bees, £5.84 here* + Love Cocoa Honeycomb Chocolate, £4.50 here* – I won’t lie, I’m thrilled with this combo. Not only is the book really quite unique (a darkly thrilling novel from a bee’s narrative perspective, anyone?) I’ve carried the theme through into the accompanying sweet treat. Feel free to applaud.

Made In India, £12.71 here* + Creighton’s Imperial Chilli, £4.95 here* – Meera Sodha writes the best Indian cook books. The recipes are just so fresh and delicious, I highly recommend. The book covers are also giftworthy in themselves, like art posters!

Any Human Heart, £4.49 here* + Creighton’s Pink Gin Bar, £4.50 here – the cover of William Boyd’s wonderful novel is identical in colour to Creighton’s Pink Gin chocolate bar. I just couldn’t resist putting these together – in fact, I think this was one of the book-n-choc pairs that sparked off my need to revisit the whole idea!

My Thoughts Exactly, £5.64 here* + Creighton’s Maple Bacon, £3.95 here* – a slightly offbeat little hook-up here, but I thought that it was well suited. Lily Allen (author of the autobiography hidden behind the bar!) has never been known for towing the line or fading into the background, so I’ve chosen an appropriately unexpected chocolate flavour. Not for everyone, admittedly, but it would certainly be a conversation starter!

Testaments, £10 here* + Sour Cherries (as before) – another colour-block combo, but oh so pleasing. Don’t you think? Again, a striking cover that is almost a gift in itself and then the sour cherries rising up above the parapet once more. Under his eye!

The Hours, £5.99 here* + Pump Street Gingerbread Chocolate, £7.95 here*. One of the pricier chocolates, but at least I’ve popped it in with one of the cheaper paperback books! And this novel by Michael Cunningham is an absolute literary treat – a Pulitzer winner and a weave of stories that’ll stay with you for life.

I, Robot, £10 here* + Salted Caramel Chocolate (as before) – a book I never thought in a million years I’d be featuring, but I read a sample of it and thought that it was brilliant. Witty, self-deprecating but in all of the right amounts. I genuinely have this on my bedside table on my book pile! I don’t even like football. Plenty do, however, which makes this a bit of a no-brainer. The cover doesn’t quite meet my strict criteria but this is the wildcard…

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