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[ahqkas]

“NOTHING’S GONNA HURT YOU BABY — jason todd.

PAIRING! jason todd 𝒙 fem!reader SYNOPSIS! your roommate is the menacing red hood — who just happens to have a soft spot for you WORD COUNT! 1.5k WARNINGS / TAGS! roommates jason & reader, cursing, smoking, mention of alcohol consumption, reader is described to wear makeup, use of petnames ( doll ) NOTES! i need a vigilante bf sb. based on this req.!! © ahqkas — all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified

THERE IS A STARVED DOG IN THE BACK OF JASON TODD’S THROAT.

It keeps barking, baring its sharp canines at whoever dares to step too close to comfort. It isn’t afraid to bite, to leave permanent marks in its wake because it had been hurt once before and the past hadn’t been so kind. So, it rips things apart, shows its strength to intimidate. A mechanism to keep itself safe. To remain whole.

The dog craves violence and roughness to represent the image it once created. It also craves touch, and not the bittersweet one. The kind that aches to feel, the kind that feels undeserving.

Jason isn’t a violent dog. He doesn’t know why he bites.

He’s chaos wrapped in leather. He’s the rumble of a motorbike tearing down an empty street, the smell of gasoline and adrenaline falling behind him. He’s sharp edges and electricity, the lighting that splits the sky just before the rain comes down. He’s a storm caged in a human shell, unpredictable and restless. Jason is late nights bathed in neon lights and the rush of speed that makes your heart race. He’s fire and fury, a protective shield made of calluses and scars.

You, on the other hand, are the softness in a world that’s far too loud. You’re the quiet that follows the first snowfall, the kind that blankets the earth in white stillness. You’re the warmth of vanilla in a kitchen. You’re the calmness of a gentle breeze, the soft glow of a candle against the darkness. There’s nothing harsh about you; you’re delicate without being fragile, a sweetness that lasts long after you first taste it. You’re a handwritten note, a favorite song played on repeat, kindness that doesn’t ask for anything in return.

Where Jason is a storm, you’re the eye. He’s the clash of thunder, you’re the calmness that follows. He’s leather jackets and combat boots, you’re large sweaters and bare feet on fluffy carpet. He pushes the word back with his fists while you disarm it with your smile.

Maybe that’s why he has such a soft spot for you.

Jason’s large combat boots were heavy on the hardwood as he stepped through the apartment door. He didn’t use one of the windows tonight since he had the luxury to change out of his vigilante clothing. The brown leather jacket still hung from his broad shoulders, but all the other equipment that created the complete look of Red Hood was safely stashed under the stairs of your fire escape.

Red Hood was one side of Jason’s many personalities he tried to shield you from.

He was quiet, mindful of his steps. He avoided the creaking spot on the floor, and he avoided closing the door too roughly. He had told you one too many times that he could take a look at the things that just made your life annoyingly difficult, but you waved him off with sweet words and he obeyed like a man possessed. The apartment was quiet, too quiet for his liking but he shook it off. You were supposed to be out anyway, something about a party your friends dragged you at.

The faint scent of cigarettes hit him before the quiet breeze of the night air rusted the curtains, and Red Hood was instantly on alert. His fingers moved before his mind could even process the situation, feeling the sharpness of his blade tucked in the belf of his pants.

His legs followed, taking him toward the balcony door and stepping outside into the night. He expected anything: a stray cat wandering through various apartments on a hunt for leftovers or even a rookie thief trying to break in. But he didn’t expect you, sitting on a plastic chair with a cigarette between your lips. One his cigarettes.

There you were, knees pulled close to your chest, the heels of your feet digging into the cheap plastic so you wouldn’t fall.

Draped in one of his hoodies he forgot on the couch earlier, you looked like you were ready to call it a day. Still, impossibly beautiful even with that tired look in your eyes. You pulled the cigarette out, puffing a white swirl of smoke into the darkness.

Jason stepped closer, his tall frame easily towering over yours. “You wanna tell me what the fuck you’re doing out here?” The sight of you, your cheeks flushed with alcohol and your hair a little wild from the chill wind, tugged at something buried deep in his chest.

Your glassy eyes met his and your lips tugged into a beaming smile. “Hey, Jason,” you mumbled his name out like it was a melody you hadn’t quite learned yet. “You’re home.”

“Yeah, I’m home. And you’re drunk. Smoking my shit.”

“I stole it from your jacket’s pocket when I did the laundry. I figured you wouldn’t miss one,” you held up the cancer stick towards him, as if to say, ta-da! Look what I found.

You were holding a piece of him. He crouched in front of you, his gloved fingers gently plucking the cigarette from your hand before you could protest. “Smoking’s bad for you, you know. I guess I’m a bad influence for you,” he muttered while his thumb brushed over the filter, the bark of the dog in his throat quieting for a moment. There was a faint pink outline on the white paper. A mark of your lips.

You tilted your head, studying him like you were seeing him for the first time. “You could never be a bad influence.”

Jason didn’t answer right away. His jaw tightened as he put the cigarette against the railing, the faint hiss breaking the silence between you. Then, he flicked it over the edge of the railing, watching the embers spiral down into the darkness below. The city roared faintly beneath you, but here, on this tiny balcony, it was just the two of you.

“You shouldn’t say things like that.”

“Like what?” your brows knitted into the frown he grew to adore.

“That I’m not a bad influence,” his lips twitched, caught between a smirk and something bittersweet. It was all a big joke to him; you didn’t know his true nature and yet here you were defending the man you thought you knew. The irony wasn’t lost on him. “You don’t know me as well as you think, doll.”

Tilting your head to the side, you gazed up at Jason like he hung the moon just for you. The look in your eyes softened. “I know enough, Jay. I know you’d rather jump off this balcony than let anything happen to me. I know you leave food for the stray cat, even though you complain how she’s too noisy at night. And I know that when you’re quiet like this,” you bumped your knee against his, trailing slightly into a quieter tone of your voice, “it’s because you’re hiding something.”

The dog inside Jason growled lowly, warning him to keep his guard up. To start building thicker walls around his bleeding heart. This would only end in tears and anguish. But you weren’t barking back. You held your heart in an open palm, extended toward him.

You leaned forward after a minute of his silence, hand brushing against his knee, and Jason stiffened. “You’re not mad, right? About the cigarette” you voiced your thoughts hesitantly.

Jason sighed, running a hand through the dark strands of his hair. “I should be. But seeing you out here like this . . . ” he trailed off, his eyes flickering over your face and cataloging every single detail. The flush on your cheeks and glass in your eyes. The aftermath of alcohol. “I can’t be mad. Just–don’t do it again, okay? You don’t need to mess with that shit.”

Your lips parted like you were about to argue, but then you closed them again, nodding slowly. Jason exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, the tension in his shoulders easing ever so slightly. He stood up, holding out a calloused hand to you. “Come on. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold out here.”

You stared at his hand for a moment before slipping your smaller one into it. His grip was warm, steady, and for a fleeting moment, you wondered if he could feel the way your pulse quickened under his touch. He didn’t let go as he led you back into your shared apartment, the door clicking shut behind the two of you.

The dog in his chest stirred, restless and uneasy. It barked once, softly, a reminder of all the ways he could ruin this. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, his jaw tightening against the weight of it. The dog craved destruction, violence, and chaos—it had always craved those things. But now, as he watched you drunkenly lean into him, the dog hesitated.

It whimpered. Then it lay down, its teeth still bared but its growl silenced, if only for tonight. Because for the first time in a long time, Jason felt something strange, something almost unfamiliar.

It wasn’t the absence of violence or the dull ache of longing. It was the quiet hope that maybe, just maybe, there was something in this world he didn’t have to break to keep.

[queenendless]

😷🤒Sick Day(Adult!SatoSugu x Sick!Fem!Reader)🤒😷

A/N: Yep this is part of that SatoSugu Teacher AU alongside Moving Day and Nights.

Also, announcement. I have smut writing fatigue after just putting out one and I'm down with a cold right now. So that vampire AU gang bang piece is happening next month. I'm so sorry for this yall. Thanks though to everyone who commented on that and helped me decide.

But I will hopefully be posting a JJK Halloween piece to make up for it. A headcannon/ imagined scenario where the JJK cast celebrate Halloween with my ideal fave pairings in couples costumes and such in this what if AU. And yas it gonna be SatoSugu x Fem or GN reader, idk on that part yet.

All credit for JJK and its characters goes to the madman that is Gege.

* Please DON'T plagarize, translate, or repost my FANFIC content. Reblog, like, and follow instead.

I hope you enjoy!

Your throat feels raw.

Your nose feels stuffy.

And you kept coughing every few minutes.

You should have figured spotting a curse forming from a virus epidemic happening in the hotel across the street would pose a high ass risk of getting infected yourself.

But as a Window, it was your job, as life risking as it was.

The more people inside and around the building got infected, the Grade 4 grew closer to Grade 3. If it kept up, dozens upon hundreds would die.

"Ijichi-san. Disease curse. Transitioning from Grade 4 to Grade 3. Requesting sorcerer help here immediately." You struggled speaking over the phone as you kept coughing, dispatching the address to him, seeing the revolting curse grow in size as its toxic presence spilled, tripping as you tried keeping your distance.

Your head was pounding and you could barely focus as Ijichi-san panicked on his end.

"L/n-san!? L/N-SAN!"

In a moment of ailment, you dropped your phone, causing it to disconnect from the impact.

You were barely able to keep a grip on your phone or walk without faltering as you felt more drained with each passing moment. You blinked a lot as you tried staying alert, stumbling before collapsing against a parked empty vehicle on the street, sliding down to your bum just to rest your aching head against your knees, hugging your legs to your chest.

That curse's smogs began spreading down the streets, into traffic, and nearby occupied establishments.

Believing help wouldn't get here in time through the systematic process, you opted for your wild card, shakily picking up your now cracked screen device.

"Toru. Curse problem. Get here ASAP. Please." Texting the address in your feverish haste, you pressed send before curling in on yourself, welcoming sleep to rest your aching self.

In just under the next few minutes — more like moments — you felt a boom in the cursed energy atmosphere, that curse no longer being sensed. At last, it was done.

The shift from freezing metal to cozy soft fabric stirred you awake a bit. Along with the feel of solid warm arms draped around your shoulders and under your knees. Those big smooth hands squeezing your shoulder and your kneecap had you tugging weakly on the front of that top, pressing your face against your makeshift pillow, struggling to open your eyes as your hearing painted the picture for you in the meantime.

"A majority will spend weeks recuperating. The ones closest to the cause will spend months in the hospital at best. Still though, no casualties. Thank you for the help." High chances it was one of the many medics on site for post cleanup.

"You can thank the young woman here for that. She was the first responder, after all. I'll tend to her recovery myself. Sayonara." You know that voice right away, even when he was muffled, relaxing further in his hold.

"This cold isn't going away anytime soon. Too bad reversed cursed techniques don't make the common cold go away." Your half lidded eyes still had him swooning at how frail and precious you were in his arms.

You murmured, noticing him in his black long sleeved top, matching sweatpants, and face mask with the blindfold. "Blindfolded giant." That's when you realized a face mask was put on you as well, your muffled coughs hitting cloth.

You could already picture him beaming, grinning, as he laughed a bit.

"Correction. Your blindfolded giant, darling~ Now then, let's get you home."

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Geto typing away on his computer, working on his latest reports.

Gojo straddling his lap, hugging him as he napped against his dear best friend slash hubbie.

The former smiling fondly at the motion before picking up where he left off was their situation before both men's phones began vibrating and ringing.

"Geto-san! L/n-san has reported a disease curse spotting! But she was cut off before I could get further details!"

"She just texted me the location." The sleepiness was wiped away, replaced with firm seriousness, as Gojo started getting off of him to get some shoes on.

"Ijichi-san, do not fret. Satoru will handle the curse." Geto calmly responded over the phone before speaking concerningly to his snowy-haired hubbie. "Toru, bring a face mask in case the affected area reaches where you land post teleport."

Said man smooched his hubbie in kind before slipping on the black face mask to match his current apparel. "Wait up for us, Sugu~"

Seeing you both back, teleporting into your home office, Suguru smooched Satoru the moment he took that face mask right off. Pressing the back of his palm against your forehead to double check for a fever, Suguru's dismay was warranted.

So being there when you awoke from your fever dream tucked in the middle of your guys' giant bed meant Suguru patting your now sweating forehead with a wet rag, you trembling from chills raking your skin followed by feeling warmer the next minute as you coughed into a tissue he handed to you.

"Well dearest, you've got yourself a nasty cold here." Suguru noted with a gray face mask on as well, seated by you on his side of the bed.

"Ah bah." Your raspy spat earned you a cough into your fist before you were offered a filled up water bottle by Satoru who was sitting behind you on his side; blindfold off but face mask back on.

"Welp, I exorcized the curse and brought your cute self back here. Plus I got that report to work on in your precious stead. So you're welcome." He gently ran his fingers through your hair to ease you in whatever way he could.

"Thank you Toru." You slowly sat up and were then handed some cold pills by Suguru to down some water with. "Thank you Sugu."

"Now that we've made our home Ground Zero, you are hereby confined to this room. Drink plenty of fluids. Take your medicine. Get lots of rest. Do you hear me, young lady?" Suguru's smart ass tone made you pout.

"Yes mom." You murmured raspy.

Satoru snorted behind his face mask to which Suguru whacked him in the shoulder across from him with narrowed eyes. "At least Megumi and the twins are living in the dorms now and Tsumiki was able to convince her classmate to stay at her place for a while. Meaning we three have the place to ourselves~"

"Does that mean … I have to sleep by myself?" You whimpered, cracking their resolve. "Neither the Gojo Geto bears, nor the Gojo Geto cats, not even the Gojo Geto giant round plushies can substitute for the real deal." You moped, pointing at said custom made toys lined up on the window seat on the far side of the room.

"Aww, Suguru, how can we deny our lovely sweetheart the company of her valiant handsome knights in the flesh, huh~!?" Satoru dramatized his own cries, muffled though.

Suguru sighed, consigning. "At least one of us should. Who else will be teaching the first years in the meantime?"

"Round robin, then? Last one left standing tends to that noble martyr and gets our dear sweetheart to be their own personal nurse in the end … huh …" That hum and those inquiring eyes could only bode mischief. "I volunteer Suguru to go first!"

"Not gonna happen, Satoru." He immediately denied.

"But to be fed by, bathed by and be doted on by our angel is heaven sent~!" Satoru gushed.

"Which is why you shouldn't be the only one getting that special treatment!" Suguru being jealous at possibly being left out on that.

"Hey!" Your strained shout ends in a coughing fit, curled up in bed, sniffling to which Suguru hands you a big enough tissue to blow your nose in. "I'm dying here."

"Hmm … Yu could fill in." Satoru suggested.

"He is working as a teaching aid part time. And he did say he could help out whenever we needed it." Suguru added.

"Plus Nanamin is on a business trip for the week~ He'll need something to do while waiting for his beloved's return~!" Satoru teased.

"That settles it then." Suguru was smirking behind that mask, you could just tell.

"How lucky you are, darling, to have the strongest duo be your own personal nurses~" Satoru was so smirking his ass off.

"Even though you'll literally get sick of me?" You shyly asked, squeezing your bottle, apprehensive.

"We have strong ass immune systems, Y/n. Comes with over a decade of immense training." Satoru prided on, kissing your flushed cheek.

"If we can risk ourselves in the face of death as sorcerers, this is nothing." Suguru assured, kissing your other flushed cheek. "I'll call Haibara."

"I'll start up a bath for us all. Thank you big ass bathtubs." Satoru clapped to that.

"What do I do?" Even when sick, tilting your head and batting those eyes made the duo smooch your lips at once.

"Just be a good little patient for us, alright, honey?" God that wink of Suguru's left you more hot than usual as he walked off to make that call.

"Besides, being sick with you means being granted a sick leave and getting paid for it! Ah, thank you, my darling sweetheart~!" Satoru did hug you, nuzzle his face in your hair, and left you a wheezing mess.

"Y - You're w - welcome!"

Well, on the bright side, at least you'll all be sick together.

Snuggled in bed, among discarded tissues, wrappers of cough drops, and smooshed in one big embrace of entangled limbs while binging nothing but sitcoms, movies, and anime.

You would eventually get better in a week's time then later tend to your two enamored, affectionate partners and get them back into tip top shape.

But until then, being in their cozy arms, sleeping smack dabbed in between them, that might as well be the key on your quick road to recovery.

The SatoSugu cure, indeed!

[weenwrites]

Can you write Optimus, Ratchet, and Predaking with an s/o who has idiopathic Hypersomnia? (It's a sleep disorder that makes someone incredibly sleepy all the time, and no matter how much they sleep, they're always tired and are incredibly hard to wake up.)

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

Optimus

If you need a gentle reminder here and there to take any prescribed medicine, he quickly adapts to reminding you. His own sense of time is rather accurate, so he usually doesn't rely on a clock to know when you remind you. If you have a timer of your own to ensure that you'll definitely remember, he'll remind you a little early each time without fail.

And ever since you've told him more about your condition, he's tried to make the base more accommodating for whenever you need to take a brief rest. The couch isn't the most comfortable, given that it's rather old and worn, so he keeps cushions, blankets, and whatever else you might need to make it more comfortable somewhere within reach.

Additionally, the reason the base is made more accommodating is because at times you have to wait for him to escort you home whenever he's out on a mission or for reconnaissance. Granted, the groundbridge is also an option, and he does request for Ratchet to bridge you back to your home at times, but you've noticed that there are periods where the team cuts back on groundbridge usage due to an energon shortage. During these times, Optimus usually escorts you back to your home early and so you don't have to wait, but in the event where you are left waiting, the couch is much more comfortable than it was when you first arrived. He's sorry to make you wait, but he's grateful for your patience.

Ratchet

Whenever you start feeling tired at the base, he's got the couch ready for you with a few pillows and blankets and he's ready to tell everyone else to keep quiet for you just as he begins to work quieter if he can. However, in the event where the main area of the base is too loud, he's moved you and the couch to his habsuite before. It's further from all the noise and its quieter there.

He'll consistently remind you to take any prescribed medication and go to bed on time every night, since he's seen in a health article that it's good to maintain a consistent sleep schedule. So if he sees that you're still active on your phone, you'd best believe he'll be on your case, telling you to go to sleep (unless he knows that you're busy with something important that night).

If your condition prevented you from obtaining a driver's license, or whenever you feel too fatigued to drive yourself someplace to do an important task or go home, he'll of course be your go-to driver as long as he's available. You'll also be doing him a service since he rarely leaves the base, so don't you dare try to assure him that you're awake enough to try and drive yourself around. As a driver you understand how important it is to remain awake and alert 24/7 on the road.

Predaking

Initially he wasn't even aware that your condition was considered abnormal. He already thought that it was strange that humans had to rest so frequently, so he hadn't thought much of your fatigue until you explained more about your condition to him. Though once or twice, he may have gotten a little concerned when it took a little more than a gentle nudge to wake you up, but it's due to his limited understanding of humans.

Whenever you take brief naps aboard the Nemesis, he's always sure to bring you to the quietest and most secluded areas of the ship so you can rest in peace. Of course it's rather hard, given the fact that the engine's whirring can be heard from every corner of the vessel, but he still tries. As such, the other vehicons around the ship quickly catch onto the message he spells out with a low warning growl and his flayed fangs, regardless of whether they see you sleeping beneath all those blankets or not.

If he hadn't been ordered to keep his identity a secret from other humans, nothing would stop him from flying you wherever you need to go whenever you're too tired. But all he can really do for you is try and help you get some rest in peace, or remind you to take your medication but he feels it isn't enough. At times like these, he's embarrassed of his own powerlessness. At the very least he can request a groundbridge to transport you home, but he wishes he could do that himself instead.

[elliotdawsonnn]

New Matt Boyd Fanart Alert!!

Please don’t repost without credit 🫶

I love Matt Boyd and his Y2K punk ass so I had to draw him 🫶 I actually lowkey love how it turned out with all the funky textures! The reference photo is from @damon_baker on Instagram so please go check out his stuff as well! This is also cross posted to both my Instagram and TikTok if yall wanna check that out too!

[fazedlight]

🚨Uncredited repost alert🚨

This piece is originally by @lesly-oh. @loveinlesbians appears to have reposted it without credit.

EDIT 8/5: I'm turning reblogs off on this, since I think word has gotten around and I think I should've done a partial crop instead of a full crop (which I've now replaced). Please reblog the original, and please always give artists credit for their work!

[kaitsawamura]

🪞 🔮 🍅 🧺 🍯 🌱 The Farmer & The Wizard

❦ SUMMARY ❦

You need a change, a big one. When your estranged grandfather passes away and bequeaths you his farm in a little town just south of the middle of nowhere, you take it as the sign you needed to make a change instead of waiting for one.

The farm, while having fallen into a state of disrepair, is just the thing to cure your modern-world ailments. The people are kind and always ready to offer help, if a bit unusual. They have old superstitions, a haunted community center, and a resident wizard. Spoiler alert: those last two on the list take some getting used to.

Yes, things are different here but you have a sneaking suspicion that the slow pace and a certain alchemical practitioner are going to remind you that sometimes, all you need is time and a little bit of magic.

THIS SCROLL WAS LAST UPDATED: 6/1/24

❦ STATS ❦

Pairing: Wizard!Gojo Satoru x Farmer!Reader

Rating: M for Mature, 18+ only minors do not interact

Warnings: Fantasy/Stardew Valley violence, sexual content, angst (maybe like just a tiny lil bit)

Tags: Stardew Valley AU, strangers to friends to lovers, red thread of fate, soulmates (kinda) eventual smut, fluff focused, canon divergent, more tags to come (literally am too excited, I need to get this masterlist post out in the world lol)

Projected Word Count: 100K

Author’s Note: In unsurprising news, I have still been in the trenches with my Stardew Valley hyperfixation. Then, along comes this lovely PC Gojo mod and the fate of this fic was sealed. It's going to be inspired a touch by that mod (which I will link below, full credit to that amazing modder) and will heavily follow a standard Stardew Valley play through timeline. I'm a lil nervous to write Gojo since he doesn't fall neatly into the character type I normally am drawn to but I have WRITING HANDS (like jazz hands but for writers :P ) and so I'm adding another fic to my WIPs list.

Important Note: This fic is part of this blog's contribution to the @ficsforgaza initiative!

❦ LINKS ❦

Fics for Gaza Masterlist <- now linked! ->

GOJO MOD FOR PC'ERS

JJK Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Playlist

Moodboard

❦ TABLE OF CONTENTS ❦

SPRING

Part 1: In Which You Unexpectedly Receive The Deed to A Farm

Part 2 | In Progress | TBL

SUMMER

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AUTUMN

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WINTER

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This work and its digital elements (credit for pixel art to ConcernedApe) are © Kait of @kaitsawamura 2020-PRESENT. I do not own any rights to Stardew Valley and any subsequent settings/characters, but this work is heavily inspired by that amazing game. Please do not alter or copy this work. Please do not repost this work to other platforms without my express permission.

[shokveyv]

Hi! There is someone reposting your and many other’s art without credit, thought you might look at this in case if they blocked you!

Thank you for this alert. It seems bot. It is not much can be done, tumblr persists the bots. one can report for bots spam ! thank you

[judesmoonbeauty]

I have received further asks about not posting my translations on other sm platforms, and some other questions. So, I will address everything on this post. Below the cut because tldr:

1: I have always had a policy of my translations not being posted on other social media platforms. It’s in the disclaimer on each translation. It further states not to claim my translations as your own. I consider my policy violated if I see them reposted without my express permission. I also consider it wrong to use the lines that I worked to translate (imperfect as they may be), in fan art or commissions with out my express permission, and without being credited in the way requested by me.

2: Are mutuals and friends an exception to this rule? No, they are not. Regarding, the incident that occurred with a portion of a translation, that was discussed and settled privately. And no, I will not go into further detail about it. Please respect this.

3: Have you made exceptions before? Yes, I have. However, that is only when people have asked me if they could use lines from my translations for a specific purpose. I appreciate it when people do this because it allows me to ask them questions about how it’ll be used, determine if it’s something I’m comfortable with, and it allows me to tell them how I wish to be credited. Of course, this is a case by case basis. Just because you ask doesn’t mean it’s a guaranteed “yes”.

Why is it a big deal? Aren’t you being a bit dramatic?? No, I’m not. Some of you may not know this because of being new to my blog, but last year my blog was reported by c*bird themselves specifically for copyright infringement. A number of translations were deleted by tumblr, and I didn’t even know I was reported at first. A blog can get only so many strikes within a certain time period before tumblr deletes the blog altogether. Obviously, I don’t want that to happen or for legal action to be taken against me. Hence the policy.

Imagine how I felt when I randomly found a number of translations gone. It takes me a lot of energy (I am verrrry low on energy), time and effort. I was practically in tears that all my hard work was gone, but enough about that.

Simply put, I don’t won’t c*bird getting alerted to my blog and shutting me down, or worse. So, please respect my rules.

This is all I have to say on the matter.

[vonne-inc]

product: stuck close.

simon "ghost" riley x（ gender neutral reader ）

i really have to stop changing the layout on every post ... i swear i'll keep this one, i'm sorry

anyway, a very short drabble to help my boredom. based on this prompt:

the sounds of footsteps rang within the halls, both you and ghost in uniforms that weren't yours. "no chance in hell this'll work," ghost mumbles, staying close behind you. the light chatter of nearby guards echoing, "trust me—" left, right, left, right. double checking the hallway, "—we're almost in."

both of you were on a mission: infiltrate the enemy base undetected, get as much information as possible, and leave. it seemed simple, easier plan than many you've been on. although incredibly risky. it was easy to be spotted whenever hiding in plain sight. especially while wearing stolen uniforms.

"how am i supposed to trust a bloody thing that comes out of your mouth?" barking back, his gaze sharpens whenever you make eye contact. turning around, pausing your steps as you stood behind a corner. "why shouldn't you? i find myself the most trustworthy."

"you put milk in my tea."

"that was an accident."

"it still counts."

rolling your eyes, you turn on your heel and continue walking once more. down many halls, too many to count as you stayed on high alert.

right, left, right, left— your arm is yanked as you hear a distant yell in a foreign language. they had spotted you.

ghost drags you by the arm, sprinting down the halls as you both try outrunning the enemies. finally catching your legs, you run beside him. a glance over your shoulder, you see a group of armed guards following.

bang, bang, bang. gunshots fired.

ducking your head, with ghost's hand still around your wrist, you make a left turn down another hall. a right turn. one more right. you had to find somewhere to hide, quickly.

you spot a nearby locker. empty and open. using your other hand to grab ghost by the shoulder, without a second thought, you pushed both of you inside as the door shut behind you.

the pacing steps of the guards ran past, continously shouting in their native tongue. the front of your body pressed tightly against his with little to no room to move. silence overtook the atmosphere, the two of you closely listening for anyone else. it didn't sound like anyone was near.

neither of you could directly look at each other. you knew if he could, he'd be staring daggers at you. another moment or two passes.

"is now a bad time to tell you i'm claustrophobic?" you choke out.

the lutienents hand reaches out to the metal of the door. no budge, it was locked.

a sigh escapes from ghost's lips while he pushes his body against the wall of the locker as far as possible.

© nsfw blog: vonne-inc. don't modify, translate, repost, and/or plagiarize my posts without my consent. credit to cafekitsune for the dividers.

[ahqkas]

Hello! I love your writings and I hope you are doing well <3 I would like to request Theo fluff on where reader has terrible time sleeping because she is use to having her teddy bear in her arms ever since she was a child. Like she thrown her teddy away because she was scared she would be make fun of. So she seeks Theodore so he in be in her arms. It’s just sweet fluff as Theodore smiles lovingly at her 🥺

-😴

TEDDY PICKER ; theodore nott

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST!

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YOU TOSSED AND TURNED IN YOUR BED, THE SILENCE OF YOUR DORMITORY ONLY AMPLIFYING THE RESTLESSNESS YOU FELT. You had tried everything — counting stars, breathing exercises, even reading the most mundane passages from your textbooks — but nothing worked. The familiar comfort of your teddy bear was absent, a void you had created out of fear of ridicule.

Frustration mounting, you finally sat up, the moonlight casting a gentle glow through the window into your room. You couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness in your arms, the comforting weight of your childhood companion gone. With a sigh, you threw back the covers and slipped out of bed, your bare feet silent on the cold floor. There was only one place you could think of, one person you felt drawn to in your moment of need. Your beloved lover.

Quietly, you made your way through the darkened corridors, your heart pounding with both nerves and a strange sense of hope. You found yourself at the entrance to the Slytherin common room, hesitating only for a moment before whispering the password Theo had once shared with you in a moment of trust.

The room was dimly lit, a few embers glowing softly in the fireplace warmly. You navigated the shadows, your eyes adjusting to the darkness, and made your way to the boys’ dormitory. Standing outside Theo’s door, you took a deep breath before gently knocking on the wood.

A few moments passed before the door creaked open, revealing Theo’s sleepy yet alert form. His silver eyes softened with recognition and concern when he saw you so unexpectedly late at his door. “[Name]? What’s wrong?”

You felt a rush of embarrassment flood you, but the need for comfort outweighed the pride you held. “I . . . I can’t sleep. I know it sounds silly, but I used to sleep with a teddy bear. I got rid of it because I was afraid people would laugh at me, and now I can’t sleep without something to hold. I didn’t know where else to go.”

Theo’s expression softened further, a tender smile curving his lips. He reached out, gently pulling you into the room and closing the door behind you. The room was empty of the other boys, just with the two of you inside. “It’s not silly at all,” he murmured, guiding you towards his bed. “We all need something to comfort us.”

The Slytherin boy settled onto the bed and opened his arms, offering you the warmth and safety you so desperately craved. And with a grateful smile, you climbed in beside him, resting your head against his chest soundly. His arms encircled your form, pulling you close, and you immediately felt a wave of calm wash over you.

Theo’s fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, his breath warm against your hair. “You’re safe here,” he whispered and his voice sounded like a gentle lullaby. “I’ve got you.”

You nestled deeper into his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a sense of peace. The comfort of his presence filled the void left by your teddy bear, the warmth of his body easing the tension from your aching muscles.

And as sleep began to claim you, you felt Theo press a soft kiss to the top of your head, his sweet smile evident in the tenderness of the gesture. “Sweet dreams, bella,” he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet, unwavering affection he held for you.

In Theo’s arms, you found the solace you had been searching for, the comfort that only he could provide. And as you drifted off to sleep, you knew that this was where you belonged — safe, cherished, and wrapped in the loving embrace of the boy who had become your anchor in the night.

[markscherz]

hi I just wanted to let you know that that “frog dump” set of artworks you reblogged is a reposter posting other people’s art without credit (and since you’re so on top of crediting with frog photography etc I thought you would want to know!)

That’s a great point, anon—easy to get complacent with this on tumblr, but I bet the artists themselves are not thrilled about that. I have un-reblogged. Thanks for keeping me alert!

[that-bi-fan]

hey! gravity falls fandom! user @/karyanastore here on tumblr is stealing others art and reposting it without credit!

before you block and report, go through the blog and see if you recognize artists to let them know personally.

I did not @ the user to avoid alerting them and then they take down to blog only to pop up elsewhere

[andronomenom]

Bruisers Part III: Can I Still be Gentle?

18+ MDNI

Content warnings: addiction, relapse, alcohol, hangover/vomiting, honestly mostly angst, tiny bit of comfort

Word Count ~ 3.8k

Author’s Note: Part three? Two parts in two days? I’m not done with this yet. So much for a one shot.

Not edited, hopefully coherent. Heed the content warnings.

Bucky Barnes x Reader, not even remotely canon so don’t come at me, reader and Bucky have been posted at a military base together but have no established friendship, no use of Y/N, reader is referred to as “Scout”, no assigned gender. Reader relapses, Bucky’s there to pick up the pieces.

In the rare event that this is worth stealing, I wrote this myself. You do not have permission to copy or repost this without crediting me. I may not know where you live, but I can figure it out.

~~~

It was a few days before you were ready, really ready to return to base. Not something you were looking forward to, but something that you told yourself needed to be done.

For the first time in what may have been years, you had done nothing. A few days in quiet, your biggest ventures being quiet walks through the woods. You remembered why you got into your line of work.

You enjoyed the quiet of the forest, you enjoyed trying to move like you weren’t there. Move silently not because you needed to hide, but because you were enjoying watching. For these few quiet days, everything else felt a little less important. It had to come to an end eventually though.

Bucky dropped you off at your car so you could drive back to base alone. It gave you time to fall back into routine without alerting anyone to your temporary fragile state of mind. Or, at least you hoped it was temporary.

It was easy to say you were fine, it was easy to greet your team and turn any questions they had about your brief break back to them. Did the commander get their reports? Did he try to send them anywhere while you were gone? No to both.

You weren’t surprised to hear either. Of course he didn’t want their input, he just wanted things to run smoothly. And that was probably the same reason he let your team rest while you were gone. You kept things running smoothly. You listened to every complaint. You let your team vent, you stood up for them as needed, you kept it under control. God forbid he had to get his hands dirty with the concerns of others.

And then, it was time to make your own report. Time to fill in both your commander and Bucky on the events that had transpired on your last mission. You had managed to avoid getting into it since you left. Now, you had no choice but to do so. At least were alone in the commander’s office, able to say your piece without acknowledging how painful it was.

It wasn’t all that bad at first. If you just stayed the facts it was almost like it had happened to someone else. You could just be a third party recounting a story, not a character in it.

“Lietnenant, I don’t need to know the time of every event. Tell me what you saw so we can decide whether or not to move in.”

Shit, he was onto you. Onto the way you delivered every detail as if they were all related incidents that concluded in a difficult day. You were almost tempted to play it down. Make it seem like there was nothing to worry about because you knew who the first boots on the ground would be. But, you also knew he wouldn’t rest until he got what he wanted out of you. He always seemed to know more than he was letting on, he just wanted to hear it from your lips.

“I don’t know who they are or what they want, but someone is building a base of their own there. They don’t want company, and they’re armed. They heard us before we saw them. Maybe fifty people. I told my unit to retreat before it turned into a fight and they were able to.” You didn’t get into the various mild injuries that occurred or how scared everyone left. The medical reports would spell that out on their own.

“Do you have anything to report or do we need to send in someone else to do your job for you?” The commander sneered. You knew what he was doing, and you hated it. Hated the way he managed to rile you up just by questioning your competence and hated how badly it made you want to try harder. Put more on the line, forget more of yourself, just for the sake of proving yourself.

“You can’t send a unit back in. Whoever is running that operation will be waiting for us now.” You weren’t lying, a dozen people wouldn’t go by unnoticed. But you knew that wasn’t enough. The commander always got what he wanted and sometimes he even managed to make you think it was what you wanted. “I can get more information for you. If you send me back in, I can get a proper layout of the place, but you can’t send the rest of them back in.”

“Good. You have half an hour to get ready. We’ve put this off long enough in your absence.”

You left. This was one of the few times you wouldn’t fight back. It would only make things worse, it would make him apply more terms to the service you so begrudgingly supplied.

~~~

Bucky watched you dart from the commander’s office back to your own room and emerge not ten minutes later dressed in your gear and carrying a rucksack.

He fought the urge to stop you, to ask what was going on. He had given you all the support you were willing to accept and at the end of the day you were still soldiers. Distracting you or making you question orders was the last thing you needed at this moment. You had to keep your head clear so he let you.

He let you go even when you did so alone, but he had to know at least something about what was happening. He could just ask the commander a few details, play it off like he just wanted to plan for the company’s next move.

“They need to bring back more information before we can do anything. Sit tight, Barnes, and wait for their report.”

That was it, that was all he got and there was no chance in hell he would get any answer other than that. So, he waited. He tried to return to his own normal. Tried to distract himself with training and whatever entertainment he could get his hands on and his head into.

The library always seemed to have something, but not for today. Not for tonight. Not for the next forty-eight hours while you were gone. He couldn’t read anything too real and even the characters in the most fantastical stories faced trials that hit a little close to home.

~~~

When you returned, it was well past midnight. It was pouring rain and there wasn’t a star in the sky. You were so cold. The kind of cold that settled into your bones and made your headache. If you were honest with yourself, it wasn’t just the cold making your head pound.

You immediately headed into the commander’s office. He was waiting for you, like a starving wolf, hungry for whatever information he could glean from your experience. You obliged, you recounted your journey and you didn’t bother to complain. It didn’t matter if you did, there was no one to complain for, aside from yourself.

You didn’t bother seeing a medic before going to bed. You peeled off your soaking gear and thanked the rain for at least removing some of the dried mud that had stuck to your skin. You loaded yourself into a shower and sat on the cool tile floor. The water turned cold but you couldn’t work up the strength to get up.

You were finally able to scrape up enough will to exit and get dressed when you thought about how much better it would be to lie down under covers. And yet, when you had finally showered off as much of the stress as you could, you felt so awake. So awake and so fucking exhausted and so restless. You walked the base like a wind up toy. Around and around with no regard for direction, hoping the next lap, the next turn, the next breath would be the one to wear you out.

Your thoughts were so loud that you didn’t notice Bucky approaching. You weren’t able to hide how jumpy you were, especially when it seemed like he had appeared from the shadows and your hands were still shaking from adrenaline.

“Sorry.” Why were you apologizing? What about showing any vulnerability made you more nervous than you already were.

“How’s your night?” He asked, keeping step with you.

He didn’t make you slow down or explain yourself. He was just there and you didn’t know if that frightened you or comforted you.

“It’s going.” You laughed dryly. If you were vague enough he might not try to push.

“You were gone for awhile. Were you alone the whole time?”

“For the most part.” Fuck, what about him asking made you want to talk. Why did you slip in anything that would open the door to more questions.

He nodded, keeping his eyes fixed on the path ahead. “You wanna talk about it.”

“No.” You huffed, the weight in your chest pushing out the oxygen you so desperately needed.

“You alright?”

“No.” You surprised yourself with your own honesty. You could have just pretended. You could put on a show for him, make it look like you were recovering just fine. You knew it wouldn’t fool him though.

“Have you been reading anything lately?” You tried to deflect, even if it was a poor attempt.

“Tried, haven’t found anything interesting yet.”

“What about the rest of The Lord of the Rings series?”

“Couldn’t get into it.” He shrugged. He had a thoughtful look on his face, as if he was weighing of pressing or letting you distract yourself would be more harmful. But this wasn’t his cabin, this was regular life. Life where you had to find a way through because there would never be a way out.

“Scout, tell me what you need right now. I know it isn’t my place to ask questions or push you.” He wanted to say that it wasn’t right, he wanted to tell you things should’ve gone down differently, but he couldn’t do that to you. Not without your permission at least. “It might be good to talk about it, but that’s your prerogative.”

“It really fucking sucked. That’s all I can say right now. I need to get to bed though. Tomorrow’s a new day.” You didn’t mean to sound angry. Did you sound angry? Stressed? On the verge of falling apart again so shortly after being put back together?

“Of course. I guess I’ll see you in the briefing tomorrow.”

“Yes, I’ll see you then. Have a goodnight Bucky.” You were formal, you kept your back straight and nodded to him before making your way back to your bed.

You couldn’t sleep and so you didn’t. You swore to yourself you would still get a few hours in but when the birds started chirping to signal a new day, you gave up on that. You were curled into a ball on your bed. Maybe if you cried you would feel better, but you couldn’t. So you stayed in bed until your normal waking hours and went around your morning like it was any other.

When the time came to brief Bucky with the commander, you couldn’t look Bucky in the eyes. You stared at a spot on the commander’s forehead, faking eye contact and confidence. You were told that’s all that was needed for now and you left and you went back to your team.

It was different though. Not really, not to anyone else when you joined them for lunch. Just to you. To you it felt like the conversation and laughter was so fragile. Like one thing could tear apart your whole dynamic of you didn’t keep it together.

So you kept it together. You kept it together for weeks while you were sent on various missions and hid your trepidations. They couldn’t know, no one could know. Sky you kept them all at arm’s length, including Bucky. If you started relying on another person for help, you might get used to it. If you got used to it, it would make it so much harder when they weren’t there anymore.

~~~

It started out slow, at least for you. You started stashing liquor in your room - no one else visited it anyway. You snuck out with your empties, dropping them off in whatever recycling bin that was far enough from the base that no one would connect the dots and close enough you weren’t gone so long. Funny, the same bar whose walls had seen you break down offered a perfect landing spot for every glass bottle that carried your shame in its empty figure.

You were hiding it, and hiding it well. No one noticed, not even Bucky. If he did notice, he didn’t say anything. It was the kind of separation that would either hold you together or tear you apart and you couldn’t tell which it would be yet.

For now, the distance was good. It was so much easier to pretend. You were on time for everything, you were just chatty enough. You were warm and comforting and anything else anybody needed you to be.

Did Bucky think you had taken advantage of his kindness? Use his space to escape and leave once you were better? Was that so bad when compared to letting someone in when that honesty might shatter your composure?

You were getting used to it again. Used to small meals, washed down with the burn of the bottle. You could barely taste it anymore, you could barely feel it anymore. The hangovers became easier to deal with. The nausea was bearable, easy to ignore. Why should you be concerned with your own pain anyways when you were the one causing it?

A particularly volatile night pushed you to quit again. Instead of quieting your mind, the bottle had brought out something ugly. Not ugly in a violent way this time, but ugly in the way of making you spiral.

You did. You stopped just like that. The shame had won and you quit without weaning yourself off. Quit like it was the easiest thing in the world. It was affecting your work and nothing could affect your work.

You could see your hands trembling when you organized reports and you told yourself it was just because you were tired. It didn’t have to do with dropping the liquor. It was something else, it couldn’t be withdrawal.

It lasted maybe a couple days, then something happened, something small enough it wasn’t important but something big enough that it made drinking seem like it was the lesser evil. By the third, you had forgotten what you were so upset about.

Bucky wouldn’t stay away though. He gave you space as often as he could but he saw the bags under your eyes and watched as you withdrew from the world.

You were always in your room when you didn’t have any responsibilities to take care of. He found excuses to interrupt you. Something he had to fill you in, something he had to borrow. Anything to make sure there were at least a few minutes each day that you weren’t alone.

You didn’t want this though. You didn’t want him pushing his way into your life by asking what was wrong. You knew he could tell something was off, but your walls were back up and it was getting easier to lie.

~~~

“Scout?” There was knocking at your door and you rolled over to check your phone. Why was someone bothering you? What gave them a right to knock on your door at this time?

The time that popped up on your screen was enough of an explanation and this wasn’t something you could ignore.

“Oh fuck.” You muttered to yourself, practically jumping out of bed to change. You were already thinking of excuses. You changed faster than you thought yourself capable of and ran to the door.

“Scout,” Bucky nodded to you as your opened the door with a mostly convincing smile on your face. “I just wanted to let you know the meeting was cancelled. Something about new information from outside sources.”

You barely held in a sigh of relief as you nodded in turn. “Yes, I’m so sorry about that.”

“What are you apologizing for?” Bucky raised an eyebrow before creases settled into his forehead and brow. Was he worried? Was he worrried about you?

“I… um… never mind. I’m just tired.”

“Can I come in?”

You wanted to say, wanted to hide the monster you felt that you were turning into. It was too late though, you saw his eyes focus on the empty bottle beside your bed and he slipped in before you could protest.

“It sounds like they want us to meet someone and get them talking by any means necessary.”

“Okay, when do I need to be ready for?” You didn’t dare ask why he was going with you. Ask if anyone else could tell you were drowning.

“I… Scout.” Bucky took a step toward you, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, of course!” You were too peppy, too obviously trying to hide something. Maybe he had already seen what you were trying to hide, but you could at least try to pretend it wasn’t affecting your life.

“Bullshit.”

“Please Bucky, don’t.” You sighed.

“Listen, I know you don’t want to talk about it. I know you think you’ve got this handled. I still need you to be honest with me. Can you handle this right now?”

“Yes.” You were certain you could. Duty came first, everything else could be pushed aside.

He nodded and never had you been so unnerved by silence.

“Hm.”

Fuck, why couldn’t he just say something? Why couldn’t he berate you so the anticipation would stop building?

“From what I gather, they’re going to be calling us in after lunch. Pack now, be ready by then. They’re trying to keep it under wraps, but it will be easier if you’re ready.”

You nodded then turned away to start packing.

“Scout, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you listen to authority. What’s changed?”

“Oh I don’t see you as an authority, that’s why I respect you.” You joked. You hated how he said your name. Hated how he said it like it mattered and wasn’t some shitty title that you accepted as a prize for being relentless in your pursuit of knowing.

“It isn’t a typical mission. Pack what you need to travel, we’ll have clothes waiting for us when we land.”

“Who’s all going?” You asked, but you already knew the answer. It would just be you two. It would just be torture trying to hide how far you’d fallen this time.

“It’s not solid yet, but you can guess.” He shrugged and turned around. He didn’t want to leave, but his hand left your shoulder reluctantly.

“Bucky.” You breathed, reaching out for his hand despite yourself. It wasn’t professional, it wasn’t something a healthy person did with their coworker. “It will take me about half an hour to get everything sorted. Can you…”

What the fuck were you asking? What gave you the right?

“Can I what?” His reply didn’t sound sharp, just didn’t leave room to deflect. Why was he being this way? Why was he making you vocalize your needs when he knew exactly what you were asking?

“Um, never mind.” It was your turn to shrug and you busied yourself with going through drawers, deciding what you needed to bring.

He had turned around to face you, to watch you rummage through drawers and neatly pile your clothes for the trip on your bed. He stayed as you readied yourself and he didn’t say a thing until you had finished.

“Good to go?” He wasn’t just acting about you suitcase.

“Yeah, whenever we need to.” Your hands were shaking again and you sat on the edge of the bed.

“Can I join you?”

You nodded then slowly slid under the covers as he took your place on the edge.

“Can you please stay?” Your voice was small, pleading. You reached out for him again, resting your hand on his bicep as gently as you could.

“Yes, doll.”

“Can we watch something?”

Bucky nodded and found the remote for your little TV. He waited until you found something you felt was worth watching at the moment.

You found some body horror movie and he didn’t complain one bit about how cheesy it was. You drew the blankets up to your face as you watched. Yes, it was horribly written and disgusting but at least you didn’t have to think. Without thinking, you were entranced by the film and squeezed his hand, giving a gentle pull so he would lay next to you.

He obliged, kicking off his boots and laying down, arms at his sides in an open gesture for you to get closer. You turned your torso towards him, draping a leg over him and resting your head against his chest. You had a brief moment of concern that you had pushed too far, but the warm skin of his right hand met your cheek. You crumbled, letting your full weight sink into him.

His hand slowly moved upward, gently stroking your hair, and you melted into him. His other arm wrapped around your waist and squeezed. Not so tight as to make you feel trapped, just tight enough that you could really feel him there. Feel something outside your body that didn’t make you feel alone.

~~~

***

P.S. Can’t believe I posted two parts in two days! Thank you so much if you got to this part?!?! I have so many ideas now. I love you for listening to my ramblings! I keep looking for a fic that satisfies my very specific need for comfort, but couldn’t find one, so here we are.

[koskela-knights]

Repost Alert

Hey Fellow Alan Wakers and artists, I don't usually do this but go block @/cyber3000punk

They reposted some AW2 fanart and other fandom art without giving credits to the original artists. It's that I recognized these pieces from the OG folks. Clearly they know becos their comment section is disabled too

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

You're The Only Girl For Me - Chapter 8

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Christmas Day 2020 (continued)

Isaac Jones stared at the man he just caught groping his baby girl, his princess. That was not what he wanted to see when he opened his front door after being alerted that there was a presence by his security system. 

Airielle cleared her throat. She was suddenly having a flashback to her junior year in highschool.  “Dad this is Joshua, Josh this is my dad Issac.” Josh held his hand out to Isaac. 

“That was the hand that was groping my daughter's ass, correct?” Josh put his hand down and cringed. This was not going well. At all. 

“My bad about that. I wasn’t expecting anybody to open the door.” Josh said scratching the back of his neck as her dad just stared him down, a deep frown on his face. 

“Are you going to let us in?” Airielle questioned, breaking her dad out of his staring. Airielle rolled her eyes as her dad moved to the side and let her and Josh walk into the house. She grabbed Josh’s hand pulling him into the house with her. 

“Hey Mia, I found our daughter outside being groped up by some boy.” Airielle rolled her eyes again and walked into the living room where her family were seated. 

“You bought Jey Uso for christmas!?” Her 10-year old nephew Zay shouted, running over towards her. “This is the best present ever! Is Roman here too?” He asked, eyes wide as he ran into the foyer to see if anyone else was out there. 

Airielle and her family laughed at how excited he was. “No i’m sorry Zay, maybe Yas can get him here next year.” She said smirking at Yasmine who flipped her off in return. 

“Non, pa gen anyen nan sa” (no, none of that) Her grandmother scolded, pointing her finger at Yasmine. “Pa dwe grosye Airielle. Entwodwi nou nan ti zanmi ou..” (don’t be rude Airielle, introduce us to your friend.) She said smiling over at Airielle and Josh. 

“Mwen regrèt granmè, se Josh, zanmi mwen nan travay.” (I’m sorry granny,this is Josh, my friend from work) She said to her grandmother before saying it again in english for everyone else, obviously leaving the friend part out, she didn’t know what she and Josh were and she didn’t want to upset him by just calling him a friend. 

She met his family and now he was meeting hers, they’ve kissed but he never asked her to be his girlfriend nor did she ask him to be her boyfriend.  Maybe he thought she already was without him asking. She cleared her throat before introducing him to everyone in the room individually so that he could know their names. 

Now her family wasn’t as big as Josh’s but there were enough of them, with her dad and stepmom, her older brother, Isaiah, his wife Kelsi and their 3 kids. Her other older brother Josiah, his wife Nickole and their three kids. Her two uncles, Yasmine and her younger cousin Ashley, her younger brother Benjamin, Yasmine’s sister Jasmine and her grandmother.

When they got to her stepmom Tamia, she stood up and pulled Joshua into a hug. “I’ve heard so much about you. I’m happy you could make it.” Josh’s smile was wide and bright. He felt kind of relieved that Airielle had told her family about him. 

“Thank you for having me.” Tamia then turned towards Airielle. 

“Go get some food before your brothers eat it all.” Tamia said laughing when all of them shouted in protest. Airielle laughed too before grabbing Josh’s hand and walking towards the kitchen. 

“Do you want a to-go plate? I know you not hungry seeing as we just ate at your moms house. ” She asked and when she turned to Josh, he was already staring at her.“What?” 

“You speak a different language?” Airielle laughed

“Oh yeah.” She giggled. “It's Haitian, my grandma doesn’t speak english, so that’s how we communicate with her.”  

“Damn, that’s hot.” She rolled her eyes and pushed him away from her. 

“Boy if you don’t stop.” She rolled her eyes as she started to make him a plate. 

“I’m just saying. That shit is hot. What other secrets you got?” She smirked over at him. 

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know.” She winked.

Spending time with Airielle’s family was going… okay. Her family was just like his to be honest, everyone was close and it was obvious that this was a family that saw each other everyday and not just on the holidays. Everyone had been extremely nice to Josh except Isaac, but that was completely understandable. But it was like no matter what he said her dad found a problem with it. Josh could tell that Airielle was getting annoyed and to be honest so was he, he didn’t do anything wrong…technically. 

They were all sitting in the living room, letting the kids open presents. Airielle had taught Josh some Haitian words so that he could communicate with her grandmother. Josh had also tried his hardest to engage Isaac in conversation but he would be met with silence. 

“Don’t worry about him.” Tamia whispered to Josh. “Rih is his baby girl. He’s like that with every guy she brings home.” That caused Josh’s eyes to widen in shock. How many dudes does she bring home? 

Seeing the look on his face Tamia quickly backtracks. “No, what I meant to say is that he’s protective of her.” 

“ I get it. But i’m trying.” Tamia smiled and placed a comforting hand on his knee. 

“Don’t worry, I'll talk to him.”

“Hey man, you know how to play spades?” Airielles older brother Josiah asked and Josh nodded. “Cool, come on, you  my partner.” Josh chuckled and gave Airielle a kiss on the cheek before getting up and followed Josiah over to the table where Airielle’s other brother Isaiah and Yasmine were already waiting. 

They played for a while, Josh getting to know Airielle’s brothers and some embarrassing stories about her that he would keep as ammunition for the stories his mom told her. 

“Hey man, don’t worry about my dad. He was never going to like you.” Josiah said after they had just finished playing. Josh arched an eyebrow at Josiah. “I mean how everything went down with Christopher, I'm surprised he even let you in the house.”  At the mention of Christopher’s name Yasmine’s head snapped over to the two of them. She shook her head trying to tell Josiah to stop talking. 

“Josiah, stop.” Yasmine said, kicking him under the table. 

“What?” He then turned to Josh “You don’t know?” 

“Know what?” Josh asked, confused. 

“Jo-” He cut her off by loudly talking over her. He heard  Yasmine mutter ‘fuck’ before quickly getting up  from the table to walk over to Airielle to tell her what her brother was doing. 

“She was engaged to this dickhead. I never like the nigga. ” Joshiah took a sip of his beer before continuing. “I always told Rih, it was something off about him, but she didn’t listen.” He sighed and shrugged before continuing. “One day he beat the shit outta my sister. Had her in a hospital for damn near 2 months. She had to get a nose job from how bad he hit her in the face.” Josh felt his heart drop to his stomach. He let his gaze wander over to where Airielle was talking and laughing with her step-mom and one of her sister-in-laws. He would never dream of hurting her, physically or emotionally. 

He watched as Yasmine walked over to her and whispered something in her ear that wiped the smile completely off her face. 

Airielle stared at Yasmine in shock. She looked over at Josh who was already looking at her and felt her eyes water. She never wanted anybody outside of her family to know about Christopher or what he did to her. 

“I tried to stop him, but he’s drunk. You know how Jojo is.” Yasmine explained, giving Airielle a sympathetic look. 

“Fuck” Airielle muttured before stabding up and walking towards Josh and Josiah.  “Imma steal him for a minute okay.” She said to Josiah who shrugged in response. Airielle sighed and pulled Josh away from everyone and towards the sunroom, locking the door behind her.  “Look I don’t-” 

“If you don’t want me to know. I’ll forget everything that Josiah said.” Josh said cutting her off. 

“What?” She asked, staring at him in shock. 

“By the look on your face. I can tell it’s something that you don’t want me to know about. If you wanna tell me i’ll listen but if you don’t want me to know i'll forget everything he said and I’ll never bring it up.” Airielle could do nothing but stare at Josh 

“What?” She asked again, making him smile. 

“How did you expect me to react?” Airielle shrugged and wrapped her arms around herself. 

“I honestly don’t know. Nobody outside my family knows what happened, and I honestly wanted to keep it that way.” 

“Okay, then we’ll keep it that way. I won’t say anything or bring it up again.” He said pulling her into her arms and kissing the side of her head. 

Issac watched them hug with a curious look on his face. “Hey, wassup with them?” He asked Isaiah who was walking past. 

“Oh, Jojo opened his big ass mouth. Told Josh about Christopher. Kelsi heard them from the backyard and honestly, dad. He’s a good dude. You gotta give him a chance.” Isaiah patted his dad on the back before leaving him to his own thoughts.