#KRIS... DON'T SAY A WORD! SHE CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES...

[atechalk]

" alright , alright ... you don't have to say it . don't wanna walk home by yourself , huh ? well . if you're gonna MAKE ME ... " ( you didn't even say anything ... )

[rebelliousmuse]

Camera Malfunction – C.B.

For the Sam and Colby fans.

Warning: oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (use condoms).

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"What's up guys, it's Sam and Colby!" the boys boomed, a mischievous glint in their eyes.

Colby continued "And today, we're dragging y/n and Kris along on another terrifying adventure!" The camera cut to you in the back, holding some ghost hunting equipment. A shiver ran down your spine as the imposing iron gates of Blackwood Manor loomed into view.

"Guys," you said, "This place already feels creepy."

Sam snorted. "It's just an old house."

Colby nudged you with his elbow. "Yeah, y/n. Besides, even if there are ghosts, they probably wouldn't mess with someone as awesome as you." You rolled your eyes, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

Inside, the mansion was a labyrinth of dusty hallways and old portraits. Their guide, Mr. Grimshaw, started talking about a brutal family massacre that had stained the very walls.

"They say the spirits here are restless," Mr. Grimshaw rasped, his voice echoing in the cavernous hall. "They leave scratches on visitors, sometimes they also push or pull their hair."

You rubbed your arms, goosebumps erupting. "Okay, maybe it is a little chilly in here," you mumbled, pulling your well-worn XPLR hoodie out of your backpack.

"Good call, y/n!" Sam said, winking at the camera. "Don't want the viewers to think you're a coward, right?"

"Exactly," you said, throwing your arms wide and giving the camera a mock-heroic pose. "shopxplr.com, where comfort meets courage. Go shop, guys!"

Sam and Colby erupted in cheers. Mr. Grimshaw, however, remained stoic.

After all the story about the place was told, the investigation started. The camera cut back to Sam; a mischievous grin plastered on his face. "Alright guys," he said, "Let's see if we can stir up some of those spirits!"

The EMF reader in Colby's hand whined, the light jumping wildly to red.

"Whoa, guys," Kris said, her voice barely a whisper. "This is intense."

Across the room, Sam held the spirit box device. The screen flickered rapidly, displaying fragmented words: "Alone... helpless... betrayed..." Then, a new word materialized, loud and clear: "SAM."

Sam's eyes widened, his jaw dropping. He whipped the camera towards him. "Did that just say..."

You cut him off, your voice surprisingly steady. "Alright, guys. Looks like things are getting a little too personal." You scanned the darkened hallway.

"We should split up," Colby suggested. "Even better, let the spirits choose the groups."

Colby pulled more equipment from his bag, "Good idea," Sam agreed. "We'll leave one piece of equipment behind each one of us. Whichever two go off, go together".

Kris agreed "Sounds like a plan."

With a shared look of determination, you each placed your chosen equipment on the dusty floor. You opted for the music box, setting it down carefully. The silence stretched, thick with anticipation.

Kris spoke, her voice cracking slightly, "Hey, Luke, could you choose two people to go together so we split up?"

Before she could even finish her sentence, a sombre melody erupted from the music box behind you. You flinched, instinctively covering your face with a groan.

"Oh my god, did you see that?" Sam exclaimed, practically leaping across the room. He pointed at your device, the music box going crazy. "Okay, thank you, that seems clear enough," he continued, his voice a mix of nervous excitement and genuine gratitude. "Could you choose another one, buddy?"

Another agonizing silence stretched on. You peeked through your fingers, watching the other three devices. Then, a faint flicker of light caught your eye. Across the room, Colby's EMF rope lit up.

"Looks like we have our teams!" Kris announced, a nervous smile tugging at Colby’s lips.

Each pair grabbed their ghost hunting equipment, an EMF reader, a spirit box and a camera with a light. Sam and Kris got ready, casting nervous glances towards the door of the basement.

"Basement for us then," Kris said, her voice echoing in the dusty hall.

You and Colby exchanged a look. "Second floor sounds good," you replied, grabbing some equipment and taking the lead towards the stairs. The grand staircase creaked ominously with each step.

Reaching the top floor, you found yourself facing a long hallway lined with closed doors. Colby turned to you, a hesitant smile playing on his lips.

"Which room do you think we should go to first?" he asked.

"Honestly," you mumbled, "I think the kids' room would be a good starting point. The parents' room... well, that's where the bloodiest murder happened, according to Mr. Grimshaw. Maybe we should save that for last?"

Your voice trailed off as you realized you hadn't been paying attention to what you were saying. Instead, your mind was replaying Colby's smile, the way his shirt fit his broad shoulders a little too well tonight.

You reached a door adorned with faded cartoon whales. This had to be the kids' room.

As you pushed the door open, you saw a dusty rocking horse sat frozen in the corner, and a faded floral wallpaper peeled from the walls. You set down the camera and switched on the spirit box.

Suddenly, a clear, childish voice filled the room. "Hi" it said, sending a shiver down your spine.

You began talking to the spirit, obtaining more story. It turned out to be a little girl named Lily, her voice filled with innocence. As you spoke, another voice joined in, deeper and slightly hesitant. It was her brother, William. Together, they painted a picture of a happy childhood cut tragically short.

You documented everything. The sadness of their story mingled with the guilt of being distracted by Colby. You kept asking yourself, 'How can I be thinking about him when these poor kids are trapped here?'

The conversation eventually finished, leaving a heavy silence in the room. It was time to move on. Pushing aside the lingering sadness of the children's story, you forced yourself to focus. There were other rooms to investigate.

Eventually, you reached the parents' room, the centre of the tragedy. The air in the room hung heavy. You stepped on the carpet, fumbling with the familiar weight of the camera.

Colby was beside you, setting up the spirit box. As you reached for the EMF, your hand brushed against his arm, sending electricity through you. You stumbled and before you could react, Colby was there. His hands shot out, instinctively grabbing you by the waist to stop your fall. The sudden contact sent a wave of warmth through you. You could feel the heat of his body through his shirt. “You okay?” he asked.

"Yes, I'm fine, sorry," your answer nervously. You turned around, and your breath hitched. His eyes were on you, a soft smile playing on his lips. His touch remained on your waist.

You felt yourself blushing. The thrilling tension of the investigation was replaced by a nervous flutter in your stomach.

His gaze held yours. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. "We should get this done already," he said, his voice husky and close.

"We should," you breathed back, your voice barely a whisper. But instead of pulling away, you surprised yourself by reaching out. Your hand, trembling slightly, landed on his chest. Your fingers grazed the fabric of his shirt. You traced a slow path down. Colby's gaze dropped from yours, lingering on your lips. A flicker of surprise, quickly overtaken by a hesitant smile, danced across his face.

You mirrored his gaze. The weight of his touch, the intensity of his stare, it was too much for you to resist.

In that charged silence, you leaned in, a slow, deliberate movement. Colby met you halfway. Then, hesitantly at first, your lips met. It was a soft brush, but in a moment, the kiss deepened.

Your hands moved instinctively, one cupping Colby's face, the other threading through his hair. He pulled you closer. The distant hum of the spirit box seemed to fade away, replaced by the frantic drumming of your hearts.

The world dissolved into a blur of heat and sensation. You were breathless, tangled in the sheets of the dusty parent's bed.

Colby hovered above you. His touch was everywhere, a gentle yet insistent exploration. Buttons popped open; clothes slipped away. You mirrored his movements, clumsy with desire.

Thank God you hadn't started recording yet, the thought flashed through your mind even as it faded into insignificance. The only thing that mattered was the press of Colby's body against yours, the warmth of his skin against yours.

He trailed kisses down your neck, his lips lingered on the sensitive skin of your collarbone, sending a gasp escaping your lips.

As Colby's kisses traced a path down your abdomen, a shiver ran down your spine with each touch. You closed your eyes, a silent prayer forming in your mind – that Sam and Kris were engrossed in their investigation, that you could have a few more minutes with Colby.

The silence in the room was broken only by the ragged rhythm of your breath. Colby paused, his gaze flickering to your face, searching for your reaction.

With a gentle motion, he removed the last layer of fabric separating your bodies, tossing your panties on the floor. The cool air sent goosebumps erupting across your skin, momentarily grounding you in reality. But then, his hands found your thighs as he separated your them and placed his head between them. His grip was firm yet gentle, a possessiveness that both surprised and excited you.

Colby's touch was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through your skin. His tongue danced across your sensitive clit. A gasp escaped your lips, a mixture of surprise and delight. You arched your back instinctively.

Low guttural sounds escaping his lips as he explored further. His fingers joined, the intoxicating feeling of his touch.

As his fingers went deeper, massaging that gummy spot, a sharp gasp escaped your lips, leaving you breathless and trembling in his arms.

"Fuck, baby," he murmured, his voice husky and low. "I could eat you out all day." He started making his way to your mouth, leaving a trail of kisses through your body. Your lips meeting his in a slow kiss. Your hands roamed over his body, tracing the contours of his muscles.

His hand cupped your face. "We don't have too much time," you whispered.

A flicker of amusement danced across his face. "Should we stop?" he suggested, his voice a husky murmur against your skin.

You shook your head, "No," you breathed, your voice barely audible. "Fuck me, now." He smirked slyly, giving you a short kiss while grabbing his hard cock on his right hand, positioning himself on your entrance.

Colby entered you slowly, letting you adjust to his size. You gasped as he held your gaze with his jaw clenched.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he began to move. Your moans escaped your lips involuntarily. The sound wasn't lost on Colby.

"Faster, Colby," you whispered, your voice rough with a need you couldn't deny.

He responded instantly, his movements mirroring your growing desire. The sound of skin slapping against skin was a counterpoint to the gasps escaping your lips.

With each thrust, you felt yourself reaching the edge. "Oh my god," you breathed, the words punctuated by moans that begged for release. "C-colb-y, I'm g-gonna..."

"Cum for me, baby," he whispered. "Show me how good I make you feel."

You arched your back, surrendering to the wave of pleasure that threatened to consume you. A choked cry escaped your lips as you reached your climax, the world dissolving around you. Colby collapsed beside you, his chest moving up and down as he caught his breath.

A distant creak of floorboards sent a jolt through you. "Did you hear that?" you whispered.

"Sounds like Sam and Kris," he confirmed, his voice low and gravelly. "They must be done with their investigation."

Scrambling out of bed, you reached for your discarded clothes, pulling them on with shaking hands. Colby mirrored your movements, his movements more controlled but a flicker of urgency in his eyes.

The room looked different, the messy the bed, the misplaced throw pillows, it all screamed sex. Desperate to create a semblance of normalcy, you darted around the room, straightening the covers, smoothing them.

"The spirit box!" you hissed, remembering the abandoned equipment in your haste. You snatched it up.

"What are we going to say?" Colby asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"I don't know," you confessed, "We just need to come up with something believable." The creaking of floorboards grew louder.

Just as you were about to blurt out the first excuse that came to mind, the bedroom door swung open, revealing Sam and Kris.

"Hey, you guys done in here?" Sam inquired.

"Uh, yeah," Colby stammered, stepping forward with a forced smile. "We were just wrapping things up." His voice betrayed a hint of nervousness.

"Good," Kris said, "How was the investigation?"

Colby launched into a detailed account, telling the stories the children had shared and details about other spirits communication.

Kris's gaze shifted towards you. "What about this room?" she asked.

Your throat constricted. You stole a glance at Colby, a silent plea for help. He met your gaze, a flicker of reassurance passing between you.

"Well..." you began, "The camera started malfunctioning here," you blurted out, desperate to buy some time. "It didn't start recording anything."

A collective gasp filled the room. Sam's eyes widened in disbelief. "No way!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with shock.

Kris raised an eyebrow. "Interesting. Maybe we should try again," she suggested, a hint of excitement creeping into her voice.

Colby seized the opportunity. "Yeah, sure," he said, his voice regaining its earlier confidence. "Maybe we should do an Estes method here. I offer myself."

The suggestion hung in the air. Was it the best idea, volunteering himself for potential spirit interaction after their encounter? You fought down a wave of anxiety.

Sam seemed excited by the suggestion. "Cool, let's start so we can wrap this up already," he said, shivering slightly. "It's getting too cold and dark in this creepy house."

[queenie-the-court-jester]

circus x gn!reader

ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, please, raise your hands for tonight's star act, mx.maddox and the wanderer's!

★Waking up in a thick black fog was not something you'd ever expect to happen to you. Looking around, Spotting a circus in the distance, was pretty much your only hope of finding a way out. What were they doing out here? Were they in the same boat as you? Regardless, you just hoped they're nice..

★kri was the first to meet you, having found you wandering around outside the circus tents, he quickly introduced himself and asked you where you came from. After explaining your predicament, he nodded in thought

"gee.. that sounds rough.. but don't worry, I'm sure Maddox will know what to do, come with me!"

★Maddox had been stuck in the circus for a long while, along with the other residents. Kri opened the flap into his tent and quickly explained the situation.

"I'm sorry for your predicament young one.. but im afraid we don't know any way out.. on the other hand, you are welcome to stay and be apart of the circus"

★having no other options you accepted, kri excitedly dragging you to the nursery, where all the children and young adults stayed. He introduced you to jiro, Kyo and wendy. Explaining how the four of them were the clowns

★jiro welcomed you with a kind smile, and nodded his head as greeting. You noticed how he didn't seem like much of a talker, preferring to watch and listen

"welcome y/n, I hope you enjoy your stay here"

★Kyo was obviously the most energetic of the bunch, happily blabbering about whatever and making horrible jokes. His friends only gave a small laugh and pat on the back

"it's great to see a new face, come to me if you need a picker upper okay?"

★and last but not least, Wendy. She stayed quiet, giving a shy smile and looking away whenever you'd make eye contact. She shook your hand and soon left, having seemed uncomfortable

"don't mind her... She just needs time getting used to everything, she'll come around"

★they assigned you a bed, and that's how your life at the circus started. Everyone was very welcoming, everyone but wendy. Often staring at you wearily and from a distance. 'Till one night, she came into your tent after everyone went to sleep

"shhh.. I'm sorry for bothering you this late butI need to talk to you.."

"..okay? What is it you need?"

"I'm sorry if I've been coming off as.. distant.. it's just.. you remind me of something that feels so familiar, but I can't put my finger on it.."

"oh..."

"..as you already know, everyone calls me wendy, so you can too I guess.. sorry, did that come off as cold? I'm not really used to Talking to new people.. a-anyways, if you need anything, or if you have any questions.. you can come to me"

"I'll.. keep that in mind, thank you Wendy"

★she gives you a smile and leaves soon after, quickly rushing away. The next few days, she slowly starts talking to you. Opening up bit by bit

"you know.. everyone calls us the dream team, but I really don't think we're suitable for that name. Even Maddox calls us a nightmare!"

"yeah, because you're the main factor to that assumption"

"Wendy.."

"...sorry"

★during your stay with them, you learned that Wendy showed up at the circus just a few days before you, no wonder she seemed so distant. Sometimes she'd say random words in Spanish, most likely cussing kyo out

★their roles in their act goes like this: jiro and kri are the sideshow, doing tricks and all sorts of things while Kyo and wendy were the mains. Acting out many silly stories and using slapstick humor most of the time.

★the first time you saw them in their costumes you nearly had a heartattack. Imagine seeing four scary looking clowns just staring at you ominously from the darkness

★they perform for these shadow people that would come to the circus, nobody knows what they are or why they show up, but there were rumours that once, long ago, the previous circus inhabitants refused to perform for them and.. well.. they had to be "replaced"

★during one of the dream teams acts, you wandered off. Exploring the back tents and dressing rooms when you came across multiple people you recognized, from when they all welcomed you into their little family

★a ballerina named Odette, who was next in line for the show. She seemed sweet as she waved at you from her dressing room, waving back you quickly left

"oh! Hello y/n, do you need something?"

★samson the beast tamer, a peculiar cocky man. He bowed as he dragged a lion by a chain collar behind him. You sincerely hoped they didn't mistreat the animals like other circuses, but judging by the lions calm and obedient attitude, maybe it was domesticated?

"good day sweets"

★will the stuntsman. He gave you a devilish grin as he passed by you, carrying some metal pipe. Giving a wave and smile in return

"see ya later toots!"

★maybe living in the circus won't be so bad..?

[madhatterbri]

Birthday Surprise | C.C. Part 2

Summary: Is there anyway I can request a sequel to Birthday Surprise (C.C. X Reader)? Maybe at the next taping of Dynamite or Collision after the Reader wakes up in Christian’s bed, she ends up getting hurt in a scary spot and it causes Christian to run out to the ring to check on her as they’re evaluating her and all that because at the end of the day no matter how many dances they dance, it’s always gonna come down to those two over anything and it scared him to see the spot (though he won’t openly admit it did)

Requested by: Anon

Happy Saturday Night Collision, babes.

Author's Note: Part 1 can be found here.

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"That arrogant asshole," you muttered under your breath. Still fuming about your most recent sexcapades, you didn't realize just how loud you spoke until Kris turned to you.

"You okay?" Kris questioned. "You have kind of been in a whispering curses not so under your breath type of mood."

You looked at your best friend and sighed. This was Kris. Normally, things would fly out of your mouth to her. All the problems that life threw at you could be told to Kris. Maybe she could be a source of comfort and help navigate through the awkward that was sure to be waiting for you.

"No judgment?"

"None at all. Spill," Kris insisted.

"So, remember after last show I didn't come back to our room?"

"Yeah, I figured you and Kip were talking about the break up."

"There wasn't a lot of talking going on. At least I don't remember if there were."

"You two hooked up? Nice. Make up sex is the best."

"Not with that member of the Patriarchy."

The car was silent as your best friend processed your words. Kris knew you weren't the type to just fool around with anyone. She opened her mouth and closed it. You could tell she was thinking about the next words to say carefully. Her thumbs moved on the steering wheel as she stared ahead of her.

"Okay, I mean Nick is a little young, but I mean, you know high five?" She asked.

"It wasn't him."

"Killswitch is still out. Mama Wayne isn't a guy, so she is ou- oh my God. Christian?!?" She asked. Her head snapped towards you. The cars behind beeped as the light turned green. She immediately started to drive them towards the stadium.

You silently prayed the car would be engulfed in a sink hole. The embarrassment gnawed at you. This wasn't supposed to happen. Christian wasn't ever part of the plan. He was just some veteran pain in the ass. A pain in the ass that you found good-looking.

"I mean, I've always wondered how the two of you would be in a relationship," Kris pondered loudly. Hell, the pair of you had always imagined what it would be like. The man was your type. Handsome, well dressed, but your history with Kip got in the way.

You shot her a look. "Not gonna happen."

Fortunately for you, the stadium came into view.

Kris pulled into a parking space at the stadium. "Wasn't it his birthday that day? At least you gave him a great gift."

Dynamite went on like normal. The crowd was really into the matches, and finally, it was your turn to shine. As you walked to the gorilla, your eyes locked on with Christian. He smiled briefly at you and walked away. You took a deep breath and shook your arms. There was no time to lose focus, not now. Your entrance theme played, and you walked out to the ring.

Christian stood in the back, watching the monitors. He hated to admit it, but you were on his mind. That night played through his mind on repeat. At night, it was worse. Left with his own thoughts, he wanted to call you or text you.

He watched in awe at how much you had grown. Once a rookie, you were paving your own path. The veteran was proud of the improvement. He was proud that the shy girl backstage was now a force to be reckoned with.

A sudden movement pulled him out of his thoughts.

A move wasn't timed right, and you were suddenly on the mat out cold. Doctor Sampson was standing over you. He gave the symbol for medics to come out. Fear took hold of Christian. He knew how scared you were to get injured. Now you were out cold.

They are gonna happen, kid.

Time after time, when you took a bump, he would remind you. Now, it looked like a real deal. Christian knew what he had to do. He cursed to himself and walked away from the screens. His feet carried him towards you.

The blonde man came out to the ring with Kip hot on his trail. The younger man asked him a few questions that Christian ignored. Now wasn't time. Besides, the two of them had a lot to unpack. Christian stood behind the medics and watched.

You were awake. Your eyes were trying to adjust to the bright lights that shone down on you. You were chatting with medical, but still dazed. Christian breathed a sigh of relief. Your eyes locked briefly with his. You swore you saw worry in them. He turned on his heel and walked away.

"I'm kind of shocked you came out there," Kip commented.

"Just seeing how long it was going to be until our match. Get ready."

Christian waited for Kip to leave and sighed. He knew you would be going to the hospital, and he would be sending your favorite flowers.

[livingdreams97]

Kylie Jenner -- "The Babysitter" (Part 2)

Kylie Jenner x fem reader/oc

Summary: Who would have thought that anwering to a babysitter job offer for the summer to a unknown family would let to meeting someone that would move your world.

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I change Stormi for a metallic bathing suit, so that I can match her and take some photos of us. We arrived in Mykonos yesterday afternoon, but we were all exhausted and all we did was have dinner together. After dinner everyone went to their room to sleep and rest for today.

Today's plan was quite simple. We would take a yacht and sail around the island, trying to have as little contact as possible with people and thus be able to enjoy some family time. 

We would spend the night on the yacht, so we had to bring a small bag with clothes and what was necessary for the night and the next day.

I already had everything ready. I am wearing a metallic gray bikini like my baby, with a short blue and white dress over it, esparto sandals and a white hat over my loose black hair. Stormi was dressed just like me, only she wasn't wearing her sun hat and she's wearing transparent children's sandals.

I also had the bag ready with tonight's clothes and tomorrow's clothes for both of them. So with the bag in one hand and my daughter's hand in the other, we walked to the outside table where is the rest of the family having breakfast?

Kylie: Good morning family.- I greet seeing most of my family sitting at the table and having breakfast.

Family: Good morning.- They greet each other happily and continue eating.

Kylie: Where are Kim and Kendall? - I ask between confused and interested, when the only ones missing are them and Kim's children and babysitter.

Khloe: They left ten minutes ago, because they already had breakfast and we had to go in different cars anyway.- she answers with a smile, as she gives True a spoon of fruit.

Kourtney: And Penelope has also gone with them, because they were going to choose the rooms and she wanted to share it with North.- she informs me, while I place food for both me and my daughter on our plates.

Kris: Anyway, we have to finish breakfast in five minutes and get on the vans.- she says looking at her wristwatch. -Because the yacht sets sail in forty minutes and the trip to the port is a little more than twenty.- she comments to us and we all nod in understanding.

We finished having breakfast and we got into two vans, since we all did not enter in one. I'm going with my daughter, Khloe, True, Dream, Kourtney and Mason. While in the other ban are my mother, Corey, Scott, Reing and Rob.

Khloe: Yesterday I couldn't ask you.- she comments turning to me, since we were in the same row. -But what did you think of Kim's new babysitter?- she asks me with a smile.

Kylie: I thought she was nice.- I answer in a simple way, without trying to tell her more.

Kourtney: Just that?- she asks me, turning around in her seat so she can see me and not turn her back on me since she is ahead of me.

Kylie: What else do you want me to say?- I ask her in my defense. -I didn't talk to her for a long time, because she was working and taking care of the children during the whole flight.- I explain to them, seeing how they both look at me with narrowed eyes.

Khloe: Well, something else girl.- she says a bit exasperated. -If you found her attractive, pretty, ugly or anything. We are not asking you much.- she says with a smile that I know very well.

Kylie: She's not ugly.- I affirm with a frown. -But I don't see why that should matter, Y/n seems friendly and quite efficient, but I don't understand what her physique comes from with her work.- I commented, trying to change the subject and evade any intention of my sisters about the girl.

Mason: Y/n is beautiful and she's very hot.- he comments with a big smile, making me give him a dirty look and the other two adults laugh.

Stormi: Y/n is very pretty.- my daughter tells from my lap.

Kylie: You should tell your son not to talk like that.- I complained to my sister, since it's a very vulgar way of referring to a woman, especially if it's about MY wife.

Wait what? MY wife, but I hardly know her and I know little more than her name, age and what she studies. What's going on in my head? She's not mine, much less my wife. She's just Kim's babysitter and nothing more than that. Although she is very attractive and her British accent turns my stomach in a good way.

Kourtney: Mason Kylie is right, you can't talk like that about a woman.- she claims to her son. -But he's not lying.- she says shrugging her shoulders.

Khloe: I agree with you Kourt, she has a body to die for and her accent is very sensual.- she tells her amused and biting her lip. -If I didn't like men so much, I assure you I would try something with her without any shame.- she says amused, making our older sister laugh and I look at her with a frown.

Kylie: That's what's stopping you from trying with her, that you like men too much? - I ask impressed and somewhat annoyed.

Khloe: Well yes.- she answers shrugging her shoulders. -I don't see any other reason why I wouldn't try something with her.- she comments without giving it much importance.

Kylie: I mean, having almost ten years more and a daughter is not an impediment for you.- I comment with a bit of irony.

Khloe: Well no, there are many couples even 30 or 40 years apart.- she tells me with a smile. -Besides that she's good with children, so I'm sure she wouldn't care much if I have a daughter or not.- she assures me with amusement and some malice.

Kylie: Whatever you say.- I say looking out the window, ending the conversation and thinking about the conversation we just had.

Ten minutes later, the van stops and parks at the entrance to the port. We got out of them, me putting my daughter on my hip and starting to walk behind my mother. The drivers will bring the bags onto the yacht, so I no longer have to carry her and I can hold my daughter in my arms.

Kris: Kim has told me that they are on the second floor where the pool is.- she tells the rest of us. -So now you choose your rooms on the lower floor and we all meet by the pool.- she orders us and gets on the yacht with Corey behind her.

We all do as he has told us, getting on the yacht and going down to the floor where the cabins are. I choose one of the first, since it is closer to the stairs and I don't have to walk that far to my room.

I enter finding a quite nice room, spacious and with what is necessary for a cabin for one night. I let the yacht bellboy drop my bag on the bed and with a little thanks he leaves the cabin. I begin to prepare myself to go up to the pool, to later prepare my daughter and be able to get together with the rest of the family.

POV You

I'm in the pool with Penelope and Kim's children, playing with them and entertaining them. We had reached the yacht almost an hour ago and still had about ten minutes to go before sailing. 

So Kim has decided to put on our swimsuits and play in the pool, so the children are entertained and tired by the end of the day.

I was with the children in the pool, along with Kendall and Kim is out sitting on one of the loungers and watching her children play. Pslam is in Kenny's arms, since he is still 2 years old and too small to let him loose in the pool. I hold Chicago when she gets tired in one arm while I play with North and Saint.

I had put on my emerald bikini, completely exposing my physique. You could clearly see my abs and the V, that thanks to all the exercise I do for soccer I have.

Khloe: The one you guys were crying foris here!- she shouts announcing her arrival and making all of us present see her.

Chicago: Tutu! - she screams excitedly from my arm, as soon as she sees her cousin and she runs towards us.

True: Chai chai! - she shouts, stopping at the edge of the pool.

Kim: About time you got here, we've been here for an hour and waiting for you all.- she complains to his sister.

Khloe: Not all of us have a sexy babysitter and brought her with us.- she comments and I can't help but laugh.

Y/n: Thanks for the sexy thing.- I appreciate jokingly, helping Chicago out of the pool so she can play with her cousin.

Khloe: Don't blame me, with that accent and that body you're almost irresistible.- she comments, staring at my abdomen when the water covers me by the waist and leaves the upper part of my body visible.

Kendall: Almost?- Confused question. -She's completely irresistible.- she tells her sister laughing and I splash her with the funny water.

Khloe: If she had a penis she would be irresistible, but since she doesn't it's an almost and a very small one.- she replies to her amused sister.

Kris: Leave the poor girl alone, Khloe.- she tells her playfully, appearing behind her with Corey behind her.

Kim: Yeah, leave my sexy babysitter alone and stop ogling her.- she orders her sister amused, who pretends to be indignant and walks to the lounger next to her.

Khloe: I'm not bothering anyone, right Y/n?- she wonders and I deny laughing.

Y/n: You don't bother me at all.- I answer with a smile, picking up Saint and taking him out into the water at his own request.

Khloe: See.- she says pointing at me with his hand. -Besides we're just kidding.- she tells her sister.

Kim: Whatever you say.- she says with a small laugh.

Kris: Let the holidays begin.- she says excitedly, with a glass in her hand and leaning back on a lounger.

Chicago returns with her cousin and I help them both get into the pool. While I watch them and play with them, Kendall and I pick up the thread of our conversation about classic cars because we both like them. 

I tell her about the dark chalk Aston Martin DB5 I own. My father gave it to me at 16 and we restored it together, as it was in very poor condition. A year later the car was like it was new and since I got my driver license that year I was able to use it from the beginning.

The only bad thing is that my car is in London and I can't use it in the United States. My parents offered to send it here, but I don't want it to break with the way Americans drive or something like that. So I prefer to use it when I come back to London and use my Jeep here.

On the other hand,Kendall owns an aquamarine 1957 Chevrolet Corvette, a red 1966 Ford Mustang convertible, a lilac purple 1964 Cadillac El Dorado convertible, and a black 1969 Chevrolet Camaro. She clearly has some awesome cars, plus she understands them and it's something we can talk about for hours.

Y/n: Well, the Austin Healey 3000 is very similar to the 1957 Chevrolet.- I comment with a smile, while I throw Chicago into the water and making her laugh.

Kendall: Yes?- she asks a little confused.

Y/n: Yes, my father has had a blue and white one for as long as I can remember.- I reply, throwing True now. -My father is fond of classics and he has always told me which car is similar to which one and even which one is better.- I commented to her, throwing Chicago again.

Kendall: What would you say is the car of your dreams?- she asks me interested, playing with Pslam in her arms and looking at me with a small smile.

Y/n: A matt black Aston Martin DBS Superleggera.- I answer her with certainty. -Yours?- I ask now, still playing with the girls and watching Saint, North and Penelope out of the corner of my eye.

Kendall: I think a 1967 Jaguar E-Type Roadster.- she answers me after a few seconds.

Y/n: It's a nice car.- I comment with a smile, and then I feel a little body throw itself onto my back and hug my neck tightly.

Kylie: Stormi be careful! - I hear the scream and when I see all the children except the one named, I already know who I have on my back.

Stormi: Hiiiii.- she greets clinging to my neck, making me and Kendall laugh at the girl.

Kendall: Hello Storm.- greets her with an amused smile.

Stormi: I want that too.- she says happily, separating from my neck and throwing herself strangely into my arms.

Y/n: What do you want little one? - I ask a bit confused.

Stormi: Throw me like Chi chi and tutu.- she tells me with a smile and I look at Kenny, who nods to me and I toss her a bit into the air so she falls into the pool.

Chicago: Me, me, me.- she says throwing herself into my hands and I throw her, then doing it with True, Stormi and Chicago again and so on for a few minutes.

Kylie POV

My eyes never leave the British girl. I closely observe how she talks animatedly with my sister and how she plays with my daughter and nieces. I can't help but watch her body over and over again, letting myself be delighted by her incredible body.

I have completely stopped disguising my looks, since I have joined the family and seen her in the pool, my eyes have been glued to her. 

Right now I don't care about my sisters, mother and family companions. Because all I can focus on is the 1.73cm, 19-year-old Brit and her abs. Who at that age has such a defined body? I do not understand it, but I will not deny that it is a gift for the eyes and for the imagination.

Kim: Stop violating my babysitter with your eyes.- she whispers in my ear and I turn my face towards her, looking at her badly.

Kylie: I'm not doing any of that, I'm watching my daughter and making sure nothing happens to her.- I say and I turn my gaze to where the girls are, but looking at my daughter this time.

Kim: Umjm, I'll pretend I didn't see you bite your lip and press your thighs together while you were staring at Y/n's abs.- she whispers again in amusement and turns to face the pool.

Kylie: Shut up.- I growl at her and go to Instagram on my phone.

The rest of the day goes by quickly, with the adults drinking and having fun, while the children play and are entertained with Y/n. I have to admit that all damn day, I haven't been able to go more than five minutes without looking at the nanny and her perfect everything. 

From the perfection of her smile, to her beautiful brown hair, her defined abdomen, her beautiful ass and all of her perfect being.

I know that Kim has caught me more than once, since she sends me suggestive looks and some reversed smile. But she hasn't said anything out loud yet again and she hasn't mentioned it to the rest of my sisters. So I have time to be calm, without my four sisters being on top of me and teasing me every second.

But I think Kendall has started to realize it too, since from time to time her eyes found mine on the girl and she looked at me somewhat thoughtfully. 

All because she has been with Y/n almost all day, helping her take care of the children and talking to her. Which if I'm honest, makes me a little jealous and it's not for less, since Kenny is a Victoria's Secret model and everyone loves her.

Kylie: I'm going to sleep.- I say with a bit of difficulty, now being 2 in the morning and because tomorrow I'll have a horrible hangover if I stay longer.

Khloe: Don't go yet, bitch!- she yells at me from the opposite sofa. -Take another shot with us and let's have fun, we're on vacation.- she says excitedly and clearly drunk.

Kylie: You drink that shot, I'm going to sleep and avoid looking like a zombie in the morning.- I say getting up and staggering a little with a little laugh.

Kourtney: Well be careful, don't fall overboard and be unlucky that your implants don't float.- she comments amused, causing laughter and some strange noise from those present due to drunkenness.

Kylie: Honey it's all real.- I say pointing to my body. -The one with the boob surgery is you, so be careful, those must already be expired and I'm sure they'll end up sinking you.- I say with a muffled laugh, pointing to her breasts and high-fiving Ken and Klo.

Kendall: That's my little sister.- she says, still laughing.

Kylie: Good night bitches.- I say goodbye and walk to the floor of the rooms.

As I walk the corridors of the yacht, I hold on to the walls and try to avoid a painful fall. When I get to the cabins I try to open my door a couple of times, but it resists me and does not open.

Kylie: Stupid door.- I mumble while trying to open it. -You only have two jobs, to open and close yourself and you don't even know how to do that.- I say staring at the door and giving it the middle finger.

I keep trying to open the door, while muttering insults and obscenities at the door. But this stays unfazed and still does not open. Until suddenly, the door opens from the inside and my mouth drops open in total surprise.

Y/n: Do you need something? - she asks hoarsely, rubbing her left eye with her hand and only in a wide short-sleeved shirt which is just below the butt.

Kylie: What are you doing in my room? - I ask confused, after getting out of my head and staggering a bit.

Y/n: I think you're making a mistake.- she comments with a beautiful laugh and I'm staring at her. -This is my room, yours is the one in front and has the number 3.- she says pointing behind my back.

Kylie: I like your laugh.- I comment gawking, ignoring what she told me and focusing on her face.

Y/n: Thank you?- funny and somewhat confused.

Kylie: You're very pretty.- I assure her with a goofy smile, staring between her eyes and her thin but soft-looking and plump lips.

Y/n: Do you want me to help you? - she asks even more amused and I just nod watching her. -Have you had a lot to drink?- she asks placing her hands on my shoulders and turning me around.

Kylie: I haven't drunk a single drop.- I answer holding back my laughter and clearly lying. -I just got dizzy.- I assure her, nodding my head at what i'm saying.

Y/n: I'm sure that's it.- she says, carefully opening the door of my room and guiding me into the cabin.

Kylie: Are you going to sleep with me?- I ask hopefully, like a little girl.

Y/n: Shhh.- she whispers close to my ear. -Stormi is asleep and it's better not to talk too loud.- she whispers again, causing chills in my body and getting me into the bathroom. -Now sit on the toilet.- she orders, pointing to the cup and looking at the things on the sink.

Kylie: But will you sleep with me?- I ask again with a pout, doing what she ordered and sitting on the toilet.

Y/n: I don't think it's the right thing to do.- she answers without looking at me, looking through my makeup products and looking for something between them.

Kylie: But I want to.- I whimpered a bit, running my eyes all over her body and trying to see under her shirt.

Y/n: I don't think you want to put a stranger in your bed with you and your daughter.- she points out the last thing, taking something and approaching me with it.

Kylie: You are not unknown.- I assure with certainty. -You are Y/n, you are 19 years old, you study architecture and I don't remember what else at UCLA, you play soccer, you are British; which is very sexy because of the accent and you work as a babysitter for my sister Kim. - I list with my fingers, watching how she denies amused and kneels between my legs.

Y/n: Even so, you don't know me.- she assures me with a smile, taking a make-up remover wipe from the package and bringing it closer to my face.

Kylie: And neither do you, but you are removing my makeup and helping me.- I say as if it were a point of weight. -Besides that you're between my legs and with this dress I'm sure you're seeing everything.- I say with a suggestive smile and she laughs, shaking her head.

Y/n: You're something else Kylie.- she assures fun, gently grabbing my chin and starting to remove my makeup.

Kylie: But I can be your something else.- I assure moving my eyebrows up and down suggestively and listening to her hoarse laugh.

Y/n: I think that tomorrow you will regret having this conversation.- she assures with a smile, concentrating on what she is doing and biting her lip for concentration.

Kylie: I'll only regret it if I don't do something.- I say with confidence.

Y/n: And what is it? if I can know .- asks curiously and I bite my lip in response.

But instead of telling her I just show her. I grab her face by the cheeks with both hands, pulling her to me and connecting our lips in a simple kiss. 

I close my eyes during the kiss, feeling the warmth and softness of her lips and the turmoil of emotions that a simple kiss is generating inside me.

Kylie: That.- I answer almost without a voice when I break away from the kiss, resting my forehead against hers and keeping my eyes closed.

Y/n: I... I'm... not but... but what? - she asks confused, separating our foreheads and making me open my eyes to see her.

Kylie: I like you a lot and I was going to regret it if I didn't kiss you.- I explain with a small smile, looking at her eyes and seeing a certain brightness in them.

Y/n: But I'm just the babysitter.- she says confused and I frown at that.

Kylie: And what has to do with it.- I say a little annoyed. -I like you, not what you work on or what you study, i like you and nothing else.- I assure pulling her neck and bringing her face closer to mine. -Sooo, do you wanna sleep with me? - I ask again with a smile.

Y/n: I like you a lot too, but I don't know if it's appropriate and a bit hasty.- she responds somewhat insecurely.

Kylie: Shut up and do what I ask.- I order and I kiss her again, but this time more deeply.

After kissing for a while, she finishes removing my makeup and helping me put on my night creams. I changed into some feminine white boxers and a wide blue stormiworld t-shirt to sleep. Y/n helps me get into bed with my daughter and finishes tucking me in.

Kylie: Where are you going? - I ask confused, grabbing her hand when she separates and starts to walk away.

Y/n: To sleep in my room.- she responds a little nervous.

Kylie: Stop fooling around and come inside.- I ordered with a smile, pulling her hand hard and forcing her to get into bed behind me. -Now hug me and be the big spoon.- I tell her and I turn around, turning my back and hugging my daughter to my chest.

Y/n: Bossy.- she murmurs in an almost inaudible way, passing her arms under my neck and over my waist.

Kylie: I've heard you.- I say giving her an elbow in the stomach.

Y/n: Besides being bossy, your aggressive too.- she assures with a very soft laugh.

Kylie: Keep going so you'll know what aggressiveness is.- I assure her, closing my eyes and relaxing in her arms. -Good night.- I whisper, feeling the heaviness of more eyes.

Y/n: Good night.- she whispers back, leaving a kiss on my shoulder and yawning against it.

And that's how I slept for the first time with my now fiancée. No one would say that this temporary babysitter would become my girlfriend and later my fiancée, with whom I would later marry. 

We would move to a house that she has designed herself and with which I would have two more biological boys and three more biological girls, besides Stormi for my part.

THE END

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I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 19

You're a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.

TW: Sexual Assault, Description of injuries and assault, substance abuse

2.7K Word Count

CH. 19 : I’ll Be Hurtin’ When I Wake Up On The Floor 

You sit up, a wave of exhaustion washing over you. Your body aches, and your head feels like it's full of cotton. You hadn't realized how drained you were from the past week. The doctor hands you a prescription for some painkillers and some OTC contraceptives. You nod your thanks, already starting to feel the weight of the new information. A week gone by, and you had no memory of it. You try to piece together what might have happened during that time. The doctor excuses herself to speak with Kris, leaving you alone for a moment. You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. Your mind feels foggy, and your body aches. It's like you're waking up from a long, terrible dream, but you know this is reality. Your reality.

You glance over at Kris, who is listening intently to the doctor. She catches your eye and offers you a small smile, trying to reassure you. But you can see the worry in her expression, and it only makes you feel more unsettled. You hate when people worry. Especially about you. The last time that happened, people died. As the doctor finishes up with Kris, she comes back over to you. "I've given Kris instructions on how to care for you at home. She'll stay with you for a few more days, just to make sure you're doing alright. If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask." She pauses, then adds, "And don't forget to take your medication. It's important that you rest and let your body heal."

You nod, still feeling a little dazed. You're not sure what you need, exactly, but you know you need someone. You glance at Kris, and she smiles reassuringly, squeezing your hand. Feeling the pit in your stomach forming, you get antsy as the urge to want to leave takes over.

"I think I'm okay to go home," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I need some time, you know?" The doctor frowns but doesn't object. She nods, giving Kris a sympathetic look.

"I'll get your discharge paperwork going." Dr. Stef walks out, leaving you and Kris alone.

"You know," Kris says softly, coming to sit on the edge of the bed beside you, "if you want to talk about it... anything at all... I'm here for you." She looks at you with those big, blue, worried eyes. You look away from her not wanting to see the pity and remorse on her features, and not wanting to let her see the pain in yours. Instead, you focus on fiddling with your hospital bracelet, twisting it around your wrist. You're not ready to talk about it yet, and you don't know if you ever will be. The memories are still too fresh, too raw. Waters had gotten to you, yet again. You felt like you were back at square one.

"I'm not sure what I want to do right now," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just need some time to think."

Kris nods, squeezing your hand. "Of course. Take all the time you need. I'll be here for you whenever you're ready to talk." She stands up, gathering your things from the bedside table. 

"I need to do that alone, Kris."

You don't want her to misunderstand. You need to sort out your own thoughts, and your own feelings. You need to find some semblance of control in this mess.

The doctor hands you the discharge paperwork, along with a set of instructions for the next few days. You nod in understanding, but you're not sure if you can even focus on that right now. The painkillers are starting to kick in, and the haze in your mind is beginning to clear. As Kris helps you into your clothes and gets you settled into the wheelchair, you can't help but feel overwhelmed. She keeps glancing at you, worry etched into her features, and it's all you can do to not break down right here. You don't want her to see you like this. You don't want anyone to see you like this. Jim had made his way into the room, and his presence was calming you down. He was there after the last time this had happened, and he is here now.

"Hey, kiddo," he speaks lowly, grabbing the wheelchair and slowly pushing you out of the room. "I know you do not want to talk about it just yet, but you will need to soon."

Your throat tightens at his words. You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. The hallway outside the room seems to stretch on forever, but finally, you reach the discharge area. The nurse at the desk glances up, then quickly looks back down at her paperwork when she sees Jim.

"Here's your paperwork and instructions," the doctor says, handing them to you. "Your friend Kris has everything she needs to care for you at home. If you have any questions, or if anything comes up, don't hesitate to call."

You take the paperwork from her, barely registering her words. Your focus is on getting out of here, away from the sterile hospital environment, and back into the relative safety of your own home. Kris helps you into the waiting wheelchair, and Jim takes up position behind it, ready to push you out.

You suck in a deep breath as you are pushed out of the sliding doors, the fresh air hitting your lungs as the smell of the trees surrounding the hospital waken your senses.

"Where to, kid?" Jim asks, already knowing the answer. You stand out of the wheelchair, slightly unsteady as you turn to the pair behind you.

"I'm going home," you internally winced at how harsh that sounded. "I need some time...alone."

Jim nods, not looking surprised. "Of course, kiddo. We'll get you home, and then we can figure out the next steps." He glances over at Kris, then back at you. "But you're not going to be alone for too long. I'll stay close by, and we'll get through this together, okay?"

Kris scoffs, looking annoyed that Jim is humoring this. "Jim, she cannot be alone right now! Even the doctor said that!"

But you ignore them, steeling yourself against the pain in your side. You nod, even though it hurts. "Thank you, Jim. And Kris. I appreciate it." You turn to face the car that was waiting for you, the driver holding open the back door to the blacked-out SUV.

You climb inside, grateful for the familiarity of the vehicle, and the scent of leather and air freshener that greets you. As the driver closes the door and gets back behind the wheel, you lean back in your seat, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. "To the office, please."

The driver nods and pulls out of the parking spot, heading toward the city. You close your eyes, trying to shut out everything but the rhythmic hum of the tires on the pavement. The pain in your side throbs in time with your heartbeat, and you fight the urge to curl up into a ball and cry. Instead, you focus on the feel of the seat beneath you, the cool air from the vents blowing across your face. You don't know how you're going to face your team after this. You can't help but feel like a disappointment, or a burden, like you have let them all down. You wish you could just disappear, be somewhere else, anywhere else. You think about the look on Kris's face when she found you in your apartment, or how she looked at you as she talked to the doctor.

You wonder what she's thinking right now. If she's mad at you for not telling her how bad this assignment was, or if she's just relieved that you're alive. You close your eyes, trying to push the thoughts away, but they keep creeping back in. The pain in your side is constant, a throbbing ache that sometimes makes it hard to breathe. You wish you could just make it stop Finally, your mind drifts to Scarlett. The blonde had come by the hospital to check on you, and who knows how often. you had only woken up one time to hear her voice in your room. The voice you secretly found so much comfort in. You were supposed to be protecting her. Yet- you got yourself holed up in a hospital room instead. You felt like a failure.

The car pulls up to the elevator door inside your office building, and you gather your things, trying not to wince as you stand. You limp out of the car, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. You stalk towards the elevator door as the driver pulls away, your finger pressing the button, and you look at all the damage on your hands and wrists from being bound.

When the elevator doors slide open, you step inside and lean against the back wall, closing your eyes as you take a deep breath. You can feel the tension in your shoulders and neck, the pain in your side making every movement a chore. You wish you could just disappear, be somewhere else, anywhere else. The doors ding open, and you walk past Kris's office to yours, slipping inside unnoticed by your bosses. You walk to your desk, flipping a switch on the side to darken all your windows so nothing could be seen from the outside. 

You knew you had to wait a bit before you could fly home to McCall. So, you were going to bunk here for the night. You lock the office door and pull down the panel for the hidden Murphy bed.

You lie down, but the pain in your side keeps you up. You roll onto your side, staring up at the ceiling. The lights from the city below twinkle through the windows, casting an eerie glow across the room. You close your eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing ache in your side. You wish you could just sleep, but you know that's not going to happen. So, you head to the bathroom, gingerly peeling the tee-shirt  Kris had brought for you to wear off. You began to survey your injuries in front of the mirror, growing more and more angry as you saw the various cuts and scrapes, bruises, and bumps that littered your body. Some of the bruises were dark enough to hide some of your tattoos.

You splash some cold water on your face to clear your thoughts. You can't believe you let yourself get into this mess. You should have been more careful, and more alert. You shouldn't have trusted the system. But, you did. And now look at you. You're lucky to be alive. You cannot let Waters get to you like this anymore. That's what you keep telling yourself. Deciding enough is enough, you cut the dressing on your side off, as well as the dressing wrapping your head. You wince as the gauze snags on some of the stitches before freeing itself. Grabbing a clean washcloth, you clean yourself up, before pulling the tee back over your torso and walking out to your bed.

You collapse onto the mattress, the cool sheets pressing against your sweat-dampened skin. You close your eyes, trying to find some semblance of rest, but it's no use. Your mind refuses to shut off. You keep thinking about Scarlett, and how she must feel about all of this. You wish you could just go to her, hold her, protect her. But you can't. Not right now. You have to focus on yourself and get better. The clock on the bedside table glows softly, casting a dim light over the room. The minutes tick by, each one seeming to weigh a ton. You decide enough is enough. You know you need to take your medicine, but you can't until you are home. So, you pack your things, hide the bed away, and walk up to where your helicopter sits on the roof.

The wind whips through your hair as you step outside, the cool night air a welcome relief from the stuffiness of the office. You make your way to the helicopter, wincing as you climb up into the cockpit. You buckle yourself in, start the engine, and take off. The cityscape below you blurs into a kaleidoscope of neon and darkness as you ascend higher and higher into the sky. You keep your mind focused on the flight before you, and soon enough you are landing at your cabin, weary and sore. You know it wasn't the brightest idea to make that flight alone, but right now you cannot help but feel like a crash landing wouldn't have been the worst thing for you.

You stumble inside, dropping your bag by the door. The cabin is cool and dark, the fireplace crackling softly in the corner. You head to the kitchen, pour yourself a glass of whiskey, and down it in one gulp. The burn of the liquor is welcome, but it does little to dull the ache in your side. You pour another glass and sit down at the table, staring out the window as you sip.

The stars twinkle above the treetops, their light casting a soft glow on the snow-covered ground. It's beautiful, but it only serves to remind you of how far away from everything you feel right now. You wish you could talk to someone, anyone, about what happened. But you can't. Not yet. You take another sip of your whiskey, letting the warmth spread through your body. As you sit there, lost in thought, you hear a vibration coming from the kitchen. You walk over to the counter, seeing your phone screen light up as the notifications keep pouring in. The device had been dead since that day, and this was the first it was being charged. Your heart drops when you see Scarlett's name pop up on the screen, noticing she had tried to text you, and is now calling you. 

Your body reacts on impulse, accepting the call before you can think.

"Hello?" you croak out, your voice hoarse from disuse. There's a long pause on the other end of the line. 

"Oh, thank God," Scarlett whispers. "I've been so worried about you."

Your heart sinks further as you hear the tears in her voice. "I'm okay," you tell her, though the lie feels hollow even as it leaves your lips. "I just need some time to myself."

There's another long pause, and then Scarlett lets out a shaky breath. "I understand that, Y/N. I do. But I wish you'd let me be there for you. I want to help.”

Your heart twists at her words. You know she means well, but you also can't pull yourself to let her in. Not yet. "I appreciate that, Scarlett," you say, your voice softening. "But I need some time to sort things out on my own.” There's a long silence on the other end of the line, and you can almost hear her taking deep breaths to calm herself down. You want to reach out to her, to comfort her, but you know you can't.

"I... I understand," she finally says, her voice shaky. "Just promise me you'll call me if you need anything, okay? Or if you change your mind about wanting to be alone..." she starts. "But, Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"He had been torturing me too, just in a different way. We can help each other, you know?” Your heart clenches at her words. You know she's right, that he's been tormenting you both. But you can't bring yourself to trust anyone right now. "I'll think about it," you manage to say, your voice sounding even more distant than you feel. You hang up, not wanting any more words to be said.

You stand there, staring at the phone in your hand, feeling guilty for how you just treated her. But you can't help it. You need this time to yourself. You take another sip of your whiskey, letting the liquid burn its way down your throat. It's not enough. It will never be enough. You go over to the bag with your medicine in it and get out what you need to take. Hopefully, this will allow you to sleep.

CHAPTER 20

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Ricky Starks Saves The Day

Summary: Ricky refuses to watch his ship fall apart, and makes it his mission to get Y/N and Hook back together.

Warnings: angst, cussing, arguing, drinking, implied smut, fluff, lil bit of spice

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this imagine!!!!! All the support on my last one has been SO amazing and I cannot express how grateful I am for it!!!!🥹🥰 I love all of you so so so so much!!!!! And once again, a special shoutout to my bestie @99hook !!!!! Ilysm bestie and thank you!!!!🧡🤍 If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be posting this🥹🩷

It was never a good idea to spew words without thinking them through while you're both furious.

Because when the feelings of anger fade, you are left with nothing but sadness and immense regret.

This was something Hook learned a little too late.

All Y/N wanted was for him to spend a little more time with her, and neither of them could even remember why it escalated like it had. But it did.

And then Hook decided to blurt that he thought it might be better for them to break up.

Now both of them were miserable, and everyone could see it.

But Hook was too nervous to approach Y/N, as she had avoided him entirely since that night.

And Y/N had been avoiding him because seeing him made her so sad.

It was just a cycle of sadness, that all of their friends were sick and tired of seeing them be stuck in.

Enter Ricky Starks; who made it his mission to get them back together.

He loved both Hook and Y/N dearly, and just wanted them to be happy. He wasn't gonna sit back and watch true love go to waste.

But at that same time, Y/N had decided enough moping was enough.

And with some encouragement from her best friend Kris Statlander, she found herself considering dating again.

So when Ricky walked into catering and plopped down next to the two women, their conversation almost gave him heart palpitations.

"I'm telling you Y/N, the best way to get over a guy is to get under another" Kris smirks.

Ricky starts choking on his food, making Y/N's eyes widen and she pats his back. "Are you ok Ricky?"

"Y-Yeah" he croaks out, clearing his throat. "You know, personally, I don't really agree with that philosophy"

Kris raises an eyebrow at him. "Oh yeah? And what would you suggest?"

"Um," Ricky falters, unsure of what to say. "I, uh… maybe some ice cream?"

"I like his idea way more" Y/N immediately says.

Ricky feels momentary relief, before Kris scoffs. "Ignore him. Look, just give it a try. Once you go out with another guy, you may realize that you don't miss him as much as you think"

Ricky cringes, as he can tell Y/N is considering it.

"But who would I even go out with?" She asks after a moment.

This makes Kris perk up. "Take your pick hon. I mean, honestly, have you seen yourself?"

"I don't know" Y/N sinks in her chair.

"Hey Y/N" She looks up when she hears her name and sees Darby Allin approaching them.

"Hey Darby, what's up?" She asks with a smile.

"Do you remember that one night you did my face paint when the makeup artist had an emergency and had to leave?" He asks nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah" Y/N answers.

"It's just.. the way you did it was really cool and I wanted to ask if you'd do it again?" He rushes out.

Y/N grins. "Of course I will!"

She sits her plate down and waves goodbye to Ricky and Kris. "I'll see you guys later"

With that, she walks off with Darby.

Ricky scoffs at the pleased look on Kris' face.

This causes Kris to raise an eyebrow. "What?"

Ricky shrugs. "Nothing"

Kris narrows her eyes at him. "Oh hell no! You wanna get her and Hook back together! That’s why you said all that stuff!"

"So what if I do?" Ricky challenges. "Her and Hook are true love! Hook made a stupid mistake, and he wants to fix it"

"Too bad" Kris immediately snaps back. "She is just getting better, and I'll be damned if I let you bring her down again"

"I ain't gonna bring her down!" Ricky defends. "I wanna reunite her with the love of her life!"

Kris scoffs. "I'll believe Hook is sorry when he starts showing it. Until then, expect me to run interference on whatever little plan you have cooked up"

Ricky leans back in his chair with a groan as Kris walks off.

It's then that Hook enters, and raises an eyebrow at the exasperated look on his friend's face. "What's wrong with you?"

Ricky glares at him. "I'm gonna punch you"

"There! All done!" Y/N grins.

Darby opens his eyes and smiles widely when he looks in the mirror. "It looks amazing! Thanks Y/N"

"My pleasure" she smiles back, leaning down to hug him from behind.

He puts his hands on top of her’s and leans back into her. "I have a question"

"Hmm?" Y/N hums.

"Would you like to go out after the show?" Darby asks.

Y/N bites her lip. "Darby.. you’re a really great guy. I just... I don’t think I’m ready to date someone else yet. I’m sorry”

"No!" Darby exclaims. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say it like that. Not go out like a date. I meant just go out as friends”

Y/N lets out a breath, and they both laugh. "Then I'd love to”

"Yes! You're going on a date!" Kris exclaims obnoxiously loud, making Y/N quickly shush her.

But the damage was done, and Ricky overheard Kris' yells.

Ricky's eyes widen, and he scrambles over to them. "So Y/N, a date, huh?"

"No! It's not-" Y/N tries to explain, but is cut off by Kris.

"It totally is" Kris grins. "Y/N and Darby are getting drinks after the show tonight"

With that, she grabs Y/N's shoulders and guides her away, and looks back to send Ricky a triumphant smirk.

Ricky scoffs and runs off down the halls to find Hook.

He finds him sitting on a crate in the hallway, and Ricky snatches the earbuds out of Hook's ears.

Hook looks up with a glare. "What the hel-"

"No time for pleasantries!" Ricky yells. "You need to get off your ass and apologize to Y/N! I know she still has feelings for you, she's told me! And you still love her! You're just too chicken to tell her that you’re sorry, and she's about to go on a date with Darby so you have officially run out of time! You need to go get your girl and live happily ever after! I'll be damned if Kris will beat me!"

Hook stands up with a scowl on his face. "She's going on a date with that little prick?"

Ricky frantically nods and exasperatedly yells “Yes!"

"Where?" Hook demands, causing a smirk to grow on Ricky's face.

"How do you know they're here?" Hook asks as Ricky pulls into a parking spot at a busy bar.

"I asked her. You know, like talking to her" Ricky deadpans, making Hook shoot him a glare.

"Now get out of my car, and don't come back until you've professed your love to her" Ricky demands.

Hook does get out of the car, and takes a deep breath before entering the building.

Y/N and Darby were tucked away in a booth near the back, talking and laughing without a care in the world.

Hook can feel his face flush when he sees what Y/N is wearing, in both anger and attraction. He knew Kris must have picked it because she always needed to be hyped up a little to wear that damn dress. It was the definition of that little black dress every guy loves. It was a short, fitted bodycon dress, with a bustier top and ruched detail on the skirt that accentuated her curvy waist and hips.

That damn dress made her look both classy and sexy all at once, and Hook wanted to go snatch Y/N away from Darby and take her back to his hotel room and have her all to himself.

It was then that Y/N noticed Darby staring at something over her shoulder.

“What’s wrong? You got quiet” She leans in close to speak in his ear so he can hear, and places her hand on top of his.

Darby hesitates before answering. “Hook just walked in, and he’s coming over here”

Y/N’s head snaps around, and she easily spots Hook making his way through the crowd towards them.

Before she can debate between jumping up and running, or hiding under the table, he’s standing in front of them. “Hey Y/N”

“Why are you here Tyler?” Y/N asks with an annoyed expression.

“Can we talk?” Hook replies, shooting a rude look at Darby which only pisses Y/N off more.

“She obviously doesn’t want to talk to you, man. And we’re busy right now, I’m sure you can talk some other time” Darby says, a clear edge to his tone.

“I wasn’t fucking talking to you Allin” Hook snaps.

“Darby, it’s fine” Y/N cuts in, trying to prevent a fight from breaking out.

But neither one of them listened, and Y/N buries her head in her hands when Darby stands up and gets chest to chest with Hook.

She can’t hear what they’re saying to each other over the music and people, but she scrambles to get between them when Hook’s face hardens after Darby pushes him back.

“Hey! Enough!” Y/N exclaims.

But the two just continue to glare at each other over her head.

She scoffs and rolls her eyes at their childishness before reaching down to snatch up her purse and storm out of the bar.

She walks a little ways down the road, before stopping when she realizes she left her coat as a chill runs through her body.

“You left this” she hears Hook’s nervous voice behind her.

She turns, and the scowl on her face softens when she sees the sad look on his.

She takes the coat he was holding out for her. “Thank you”

“You’re welcome” He answers, shuffling back and forth on his feet.

The two of them stand in awkward silence for a moment before Hook speaks up. “Do you need a ride to the hotel?”

Y/N thinks for a second; while she is mad at Hook for coming here and ruining her fun, she’s also mad at Darby for pushing Hook.

“It won’t just be you and me” He elaborates. “Ricky’s waiting for me in the car”

“Why’d you come here Tyler?” Y/N asks after a short moment of thinking.

“I..” Hook falters, scrambling for an excuse before finally realizing he just needs to tell the truth. “Because Ricky told me you and Darby were going on a date tonight”

“So you came to crash it?!” Y/N snaps.

“Seriously Tyler?! You’re so fucking childish” Y/N rants as she starts speed walking to the parking lot, Hook following close behind. “You broke up with me, but you still think you can control who I go out with?!”

Ricky glances over when he hears yelling, and cringes when he realizes it’s Y/N.

She swings the passenger door open and plops down in the seat, before crossing her arms and leaning her body towards the window.

“Hello Ricky” she grumbles as Hook climbs in the backseat.

“I do not think I have any sort of control over you Y/N” Hook insists. “I just-“

“You just what?!” Y/N interjects, whipping around in her seat to glare back at him.

“I didn’t want you to go out with someone else! But that doesn’t mean I think I have control over you!” Hook yells back.

Ricky lets out an overly dramatic sigh as he starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot.

This was totally not going to plan.

Ricky practically dives out of the car when they get to the hotel, as Y/N and Hook take their time; more concerned about arguing than getting out.

Taz, who was also just arriving at the hotel, stops short of entering when he recognizes the voices of Y/N and Tyler fighting.

He walks over to Ricky. “What the hell’s going on?”

“I heard that Y/N was going on a date with Darby, so I told Hook. Thinking back I wish I hadn’t. And then I found out where they were going and me and Hook went to crash their date so he could tell Y/N that he’s still in love with her. He went inside and the next thing I knew they came out arguing. They’ve been arguing ever since” Ricky rambles out the entire story.

Taz scoffs. “You two are idiots. In what world was crashing her date gonna do anything except piss her off?”

Ricky rubs the back of his neck. “Our world I guess?”

Then Hook gets out of the car, and he goes to open her door but she swiftly opens it herself. “I don’t need you opening my damn door Tyler! I’m more than capable of doing it myself! Just like I’m capable of deciding who I spend my fucking time with!”

“I never fucking said you weren’t!” Hook exclaims.

“Then why even go to the bar?! You still haven’t given me a straight answer!” Y/N fumes.

“Because I’m still fucking in love with you!” He finally exclaims, stopping Y/N in her tracks.

The two stand in silence for a moment, before Hook lets out a shaky breath. “I’m still so in love with you Y/N, ok?” His voice cracks, and tears well up in both of their eyes. “That’s why I went to the bar. Because the thought of you being with someone else makes me feel like someone is trying to rip my heart out of my chest. I know I fucked up that night Y/N. I was mad, and I was just spouting shit, and I caused myself to lose the most important thing in my life. And I know you’ll never fucking forgive me; I know how much I hurt you. And I fucking hate myself for it! And I know you deserve to move on, and I had no right to go there tonight. But- fuck Y/N! I don’t know how to come to terms with losing you! I can’t..”

Y/N stares at him for a moment, and Hook feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest from the anxiousness coursing through his body.

But Y/N was using that moment to attempt and find the right words to say. “It wasn’t a date..”

Hook furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “What? Ricky said..”

“He just overheard Kris” Y/N elaborates. “She’s been trying to get me to go out again. But I couldn’t do it”

“Why not?” Hook dares to ask as she takes a step towards him.

She puts her hands on his tense arms and makes eye contact before answering. “Because I’m still in love with you. And no matter what mistakes you made, I know that no one else will ever make me feel the way I do for you”

And with that, Hook sweeps her up by her waist and hugs her as tight as he can. She lets out a relieved laugh, and hugs back just as tight.

He places her back on the ground, and their lips collide in a messy, but sweet and passionate kiss.

They only pull away from each other when they hear an obnoxiously loud cheer from Ricky, and they turn to face him and Taz with amused laughter.

“Sorry guys! I didn’t mean to break up your moment. I’m just so excited!” Ricky bounces up and down, and Y/N laughs again when she notices he has his phone out recording them.

“Why were you recording us, Ricky?” She asks with a giggle, as Hook leans down to kiss her head.

“Two reasons. One, I needed footage of my ship getting back together. And two, I gotta show this to Ms.Statlander! True love prevails!” He yells with a victorious grin, before running into the hotel to find Kris.

After Ricky’s gone, Taz approaches them and places a hand on Hook’s shoulder with a delighted smile. “I'm glad you two are working this out. I missed you being around Y/N”

She smiles back. “I missed you too Taz”

With that, Taz bids them goodnight and heads up to his room.

Hook places his hand on the small of her back and guides her inside.

He places one more chaste kiss on her lips. “Now that I can kiss you again I don't ever wanna stop”

“Then don’t” Y/N quips back with a cheeky smirk.

He grins down at her when she pecks his lips once again.

“I gotta get us checked in; but after that, your cute little ass is all mine mamas” he whispers lowly in her ear, and his hand trails down to sneakily grab her ass.

“It’s always been your’s” She giggles and stays tucked into his side as they head over to get checked in.

Hook talks to the desk clerk as she pulls out her phone after it buzzes in her pocket.

She laughs when she sees a message from Ricky.

It was a selfie he took of a rather pissed off Kris, and him grinning like a kid in a candy store.

She shows Hook as they’re walking towards the elevator, and he lets out a hearty laugh. “He better stop messing with her before she knocks him out”

When the elevator door opens, they quickly slip out as Hook’s hands start to trail up and down her body.

They get to the room, but as Hook swipes the key card the two of them look up when a yell echos through the hall.

“I told you to shut up Ricky!” They hear Kris yell, followed by more yells from Ricky.

Y/N goes to walk towards the screams, but Hook snakes his arm around her waist and pulls her into the room.

“Tyler!” Y/N chides, but her protests get caught in her throat when he presses her up against the door.

Their bodies are flush against each other, and Hook immediately dips his head down to start trailing kisses along her neck. “They aren’t our problem right now mamas. All I’m concerned with is reminding you how good it feels when I make you scream my name”

[puckdoll]

Suggestion (you may pass up on it): “I’ll introduce you” but surprise me with the context :D

Zhenya couldn't stop fucking staring.

He was like a moth to the flame, head swiveling constantly, following Kris' every movement, looking for him. He probably looked like a freak.

The last time they talked, it hadn't ended well. Kris had shown he wasn't the type to mince words, and Zhenya still didn't quite know how to apologize for what he said. Partly, he didn't even know what he had said wrong.

He knew there'd be a chance for them to run into each other here. Volodya had made it clear that his fuck ups wasn't going to affect who he invited to his parties. I've been friends with Yadi and Kris since I came over here, Volodya's voice had been clipped, no-nonsense, so you can either get over that or apologize to Kris. That's your only option.

So. Here Zhenya was, conversing with the other Russians and staring holes into the side of Kris' head, hoping they'd make eye contact just once. He knew Kris was aware of him--they'd almost made eye contact a couple of times--but refused to acknowledge him.

And that was fucking frustrating.

Anastasiya, Nikita's wife, gently touched his bicep, smiling politely when he finally managed to drag his gaze away. "You know you can just go over and talk to him, yes?" Amused, her lips curling. "You don't need to stare holes into him."

Zhenya tensed. The guys noticing was one thing--they'd most likely just rib him endlessly for it--but a WAG noticing was like a timebomb. They liked to fix, liked to do something about it. They liked to be helpful. Which, good for them, there was worse things to be. But Anastasiya wasn't going to just let him shrug it off and disappear back into the party. She noticed, and if she noticed him staring again, she'd take it into her own hands.

"I'll introduce you," she took him by the elbow, her touch soft and warm. Panic sounded off, Zhenya quickly jerking himself away before she could take him any further.

"I know him," Zhenya said, "he's a... friend."

In truth, he didn't know how to quantify their relationship. They'd done rehab together, Kris with his arm and shoulder, Zhenya with his knee. They rarely saw each other, only when the other was playing in their city and vice versa. Hell, they didn't even have each other's phone numbers. They communicated exclusively through Instagram, Kris sending him reels at all hours of the day, occasionally followed by a risque photo or two.

Or, he did, before Zhenya fucked up.

"Oh," Anastasiya blinked, her hand dropping to her side. Clearly, she had no idea what to say, how to fix or help, but that whatever he'd done, it was enough to keep him from going over. Zhenya didn't know either. Kris read every DM but never responded, not even simple haha when Zhenya tried to ply him with reels of his own. He might've truly screwed this whole thing before it even really took off.

"Kris--" Anastasiya began, pausing to chew on her lip. He didn't know how Nikita's wife knew him so well, and that made him wonder. "He holds grudges--"

She didn't need to tell Zhenya that. Even in the short amount of time they'd been talking--properly--he made it clear he held no love for anyone on the Cubs, Reds, Royals, or Dodgers. Zhenya had never felt such disdain in a text before. Then again, if he had to see the Flyers almost sixteen times a year, he'd probably feel that way too.

"But it's not like he can't be won over," she continued, "Just--be apologetic. He'll get over it."

Would he? Zhenya wasn't entirely so sure. "Thanks," he said, patting her on the shoulder, even though her words did nothing to help his predicament. Anastasiya smiled, lopsidedly, before she disappeared.

Zhenya glanced Kris' way. Surprisingly, the catcher was looking back, a small smirk on his face, mean and vicious. Beside him, the man made a comment then laughed, Kris' smirk only widening.

Zhenya jerked away, shoving his hands into his pockets as he zigzagged through the crowd, heading towards the porch. He didn't know what that was all about, and he didn't want to stick around to find out.

St. Louis was humid, even so late at night. Everything clung to Zhenya, hot and sticky and unpleasant. It sort've reminded him of Miami in a way, but Missouri felt claustrophobic, almost too much like Pittsburgh for his taste. If asked, he couldn't really describe how--maybe it was the constantly changing weather, maybe it was the small-town, Midwest state-of-mind that permeated every being.

Maybe he was just being dramatic. Who knows, only that he couldn't wait to leave.

Resting his forearms on the porch railing, Zhenya stared off into the Tarasenko's backyard. Both it and the porch were empty, everyone preferring to say inside and revel in the air conditioning that feeling constantly damp outside. Crickets chirped, fireflies dancing in the sky, their lights reflecting in the pool water. It was a nice night--too bad he was too sore to enjoy it.

Behind him, the sliding glass door opened and shut with a soft click. He didn't care to see who it was--probably someone just coming out for a smoke.

"Hey," a familiar voice said, one that Zhenya had been dying to hear but startled him nonetheless. Kris came up beside him, a good two feet between them, his hands curling around the railing. He looked good, but then again, the man always looked good. His skin had started to tan, a bruise blossoming along his forearm from where a foul tipped ball had got him, dark and deep. Zhenya had winced when it happened, a full-body recoil at the solid thump that had managed to be picked up by the mics. Kris, not so much. Zhenya had watched as Kris leaned forward on his knees, covering his forearm with his non-glove hand, squeezed the gloved one rhythmically as the training staff came out. Before they could even get to him he was up, pacing, still flexing his hand and rubbing at the arm. As the training staff got to him, he had pushed up his mask in one swift motion, face contorted in discomfort. Zhenya could only watch as he waved off the training staff, took a couple of practice pitches, then got back out there with applause from the crowd. He'd taken hits like that with a puck before, but always through padding. He couldn't imagine what a direct hit to the arm like that would feel like.

"I'm sorry," was the first thing that came out of Zhenya's mouth, his gaze focused on that mottled purple bruise.

"Yeah, I could guess that," Kris replied, dryly, turning to sling his forearms across the railing, leaning his back against it. "From your, y'know, endless messages."

Zhenya's face grew warm. Smooth move. "I really am," he tried again, mainly because he didn't know if or when he'd get this opportunity again. "Shouldn't've said that. Was disrespectful."

Kris glanced over, that small smirk still tugging at the corners of his lips. "Even if you were right," his tone held no room for argument, that if Zhenya tried, he'd be an even greater fool than he already was, "I still get paid more than you."

Zhenya barked out a sharp laugh. "What?"

Kris jutted out his chin. "I do. You guys couldn't even afford me." That smile grew, mean and vicious, the kind that Zhenya had plastered on his face during bench-clearing brawls. "That is, if I even wanted to play for your shitty team."

"Shitty--" Zhenya started, indignation bubbling in his chest.

Kris didn't even so much as blink. "I mean, hockey's a dying sport, anyways. Who even cares about that in North America? You probably should've focused on football, at least then you'd be worth something."

"Hockey not dying, am not doing it for money, team is not shit," Zhenya snapped, turning to face Kris. "America not the only place that exist, you know. Penguins good team, we win cups. Who you to say--"

"--All right," Kris said, amused, "I'm done. We're even."

"What?" Zhenya spluttered, that anger still there but now tinged with confusion.

"I said we're even."

At Zhenya's silence--or more accurately, quiet stuttering--Kris tossed his head, and said, "You insulted me, my sport, my team, so I insulted yours. We're even."

That's not the same thing, Zhenya almost said before clamping his jaw shut. Kris, too quick and observant for his own good, grinned. The conversation that started this all popped back into his mind.

It had been during the last series the Cardinals played in Pittsburgh, the two of them having gone out for a quick breakfast. Kris had been lamenting about the strains of baseball, agonizing over his one day off, how day games early in the year sucked because there was hardly anyone there. Zhenya, still not quite grasping why Kris liked baseball so much, why he'd given up hockey for it, had replied, "Baseball not even a real sport, anyways."

"The fuck you just say?" Kris had asked with a stunned laugh. It wouldn't be until much, much later, when Zhenya was overthinking everything, that he'd realize that it'd been in disbelief, not amusement.

Zhenya, stupid, oblivious Zhenya, had just shrugged. "I mean, how hard is it? Stand there, swing at ball, is not hard. Like golf, y'know. Why even practice so hard?"

"I play with some of the best athletes in the world," Kris retorted, his eyes narrowed. There'd been no humor in his voice, but, somehow, Zhenya hadn't noticed it.

"How can be best athletes when all American?"

"You couldn't hit a fastball even if it was right down the middle."

"Bet I could. Better than your teammates."

He had meant it as a joke, but clearly, the conversation had warped and became something he hadn't intended it to be.

Kris' smile turned sharp, almost a sneer. "Well, Mr. 101," he rose from the table, palm pressed flat against the hardwood surface, "Can't wait to see you in next year's draft class, then."

Kris had been so pissed that during his next game, he went four-for-four, was a triple-off from the cycle, and hit a walk-off. Even surrounded by his teammates, having won the God damn game for them, he didn't look happy.

Zhenya dipped his head, staring at the floor. The wood had begun to crack and splinter, dark fibers popping up under the white paint. "Am sorry," Zhenya said again, still feeling deeply hurt and angry but swallowing it back, knowing he didn't deserve to whine about it. "Really. I'm talk to Sid about, not know why make you so upset. I'm, like, not realize all work go into it, y'know? Sid and I go to games, he tell me about it, we look at pitches. Was like reviewing tape. He even take me to a batting cage--"

"Wait," Kris laughed, "you went to a batting cage?"

"Yes! Sid say I'm not know what is like, try to hit baseball. So, I'm say, take me. I'm see Sid hit, know he hit good. He take me, show me how do it, I'm hit."

"Yeah?" That grinned had turned full-on ecstatic, like it was the best news Kris had ever heard. "How'd it go?"

"Is hard," Zhenya whined, prompting Kris to laugh, "is like, ridiculous! I'm hit but then Sid say no, no hit, go foul, but I'm like, I'm hit. He ask me if I want to see other pitches, like splitters, and I'm say no, I'm can't even hit fastball!"

"It's a lot harder than it looks," Kris' face relaxed, that easy-going look that Zhenya was used to, "Y'know, hitting a round object with another round object."

"But make it look so easy. Whats your batting average again? Sid say is, like, insane. Consistent."

".330." At Zhenya's disbelieving sound, Kris continued, "It's why I'm paid the way I am. Not everyone can hit like that. I'm valuable, y'know, in baseball--like you are in hockey." Kris tilted his head back, peering past the lip of the porch awning to the faint stars sparkling in the dark St. Louis sky. "I don't expect you to understand that, not when baseball isn't really a thing in Russia, but this sport--it's everything to me. Everything I work for, strive for, is to get better at baseball, to be the player I know I can be, and I won't let anyone minimize that--not even you."

"I'm know, and I'm sorry. Really. I'm--well, not sure why I'm say. I'm guess--" Zhenya shrugged, truly at a loss for words, swinging from the hip at this point, "at time, not understand. I'm not watch baseball, like, ever, y'know? Look so easy, like kids sport. Then I'm watch you, and I'm see how hard you work, think, oh, is just Kris thing. Make assumption."

"A pretty fucking big one." Kris snorted. "Didn't feel so good having it thrown back at you, did it?"

Zhenya winced. "Like I'm say, sorry."

"Yeah, yeah. Just watch yourself, because next time you say something like that, I'm taking you to the cage, and letting Waino pitch to you."

"I'm not even hit fastball from machine! How I'm hit off him?"

Kris glanced his way. "Don't piss me off then, and we won't have to find out, will we?''

The topic seemed settled, even if just for the evening. Eventually, they went back inside, Kris to his group and Zhenya to his own. But by the time he made it back to his hotel room, there were several reels waiting for him in his DMs, one of which being a highlight reel of Kris' offensive plays. Not even a second after Zhenya hearted it, another picture came in, Kris with his back to the mirror, swathed in a black jersey.

I don't know if I should return this, the message said, from what I hear the player's kind've an asshole.

Zhenya smiled, typing back, you should, such asshole, not even a good player.

Shame, came the response, doubt they'll let me return it, though. Guess I'll just have to keep it.

Real shame. Zhenya scrolled back up, taking in the sight of Kris in a Penguins jersey, MALKIN stitched across the back of his broad shoulders.

If he made it his home screen, well, then that was only his business, wasn't it?

[rafent]

Defeated though she may be, Maria hasn't left the battlefield just yet.

"Rafal!" She trots up to him not long after their match is called, a vast, silly grin a-bloom upon her face despite the slight skew of her step. Neither does loss seem to have dampened her spirit -- at least, not enough to prevent her from cheerfully popping onto her tiptoes.

"Hee hee... you called me a magician, so I thought I'd show you a little magic trick!" It would be easy to mistake her words for sarcasm or bitterness if she was someone else, but she is only Maria; her smile blooms in sincerity, her warmth wholly unabashed as she holds up her hands and unfolds them. Tannenbit glitters gently under the sun, pulling a minuscule shroud of snow around itself before-- poof! It shines, merry as her laughter as it peacefully catches the light.

"They say you can take something from the losing team," the little cleric begins to explain, upholding her little globe of snow with deceptive ease, "So I thought... would you want to take Tannenbit?"

At that she holds the focus out to him, winter finally falling away -- not so her smile. It grows and widens, mischief glinting in her eyes.

"You said you were looking for Griss, right? Hee hee... don't you think he'd be surprised if you showed up to fight him with magic?"

But then it softens, mischief falling away to affection, affection falling away to gentle laughter.

"And if you take it, then you'll have to remember I'm cheering for you! Heeheehee... good luck, Rafal!"

Kris and Maria; so together the knight and the princess were judged defeated.

In the end, it was not they who succeeded to the next round of the Battle of Eagle and Lion but the terrible, no-good, villainous dragon. If there were rightful expectation, it did not exist here; if people were ever matched to their just rewards, the most selfless would advance instead. Elsewhere, Nil would not have died in the noble effort of making his older sister proud. As such, the unforgiving way of the world as Rafal knew it did not know imbalance even by this trivial tournament. Almost.

"It is beyond my understanding." Eyes fixed upon the snow globe and its playful flourish of magic, powdery snow caressing against clothed skin with faint chill. Upon its disappearance, his attention returned to the user. A magician dealt intimately with matters little comprehended by the mind; in the same manner, Rafal understood Maria in this moment all too little.

"You are defeated yet bear no semblance of a grudge. To make this offer to me as if nothing were amiss, to even express hopes for my prosperity as If I had been your ally instead, you are thoroughly. . .strange."

Every thought that Rafal possessed landed with acuity but among them was not denial. It was true that he sought after Griss for his own reasons; true that facing him with this unusual conduit would be to great surprise; true also that Maria was 'thoroughly strange', as like to Rafal as oil and water in both form and nature. Neither grudge nor guile, a plain and over-bright girl without the hateful complexities of emotion weaponized by most others, some many aeons her senior.

In the childish brandishing of a snow globe—a magic trick, she'd called it—the dragon let out a sigh at the maturity it belied. Unseen and between the lines.

"No; I wonder, if perhaps in some way it is I who is defeated instead." A mysterious and unthinking statement upon which Rafal did not linger over long, replaced instead by acceptance - a showing of equal strangeness in such a world where the strongest Fell Dragons took, not vow to return that which they'd borrowed. "—Very well, Maria, I shall accept this as spoils. Know that you will see it again."

Rafal receives Tannenbit from Maria

[prismatica-the-strange]

The End of the World as We Know It | Annie, Don't be Shy Here, Annie, Please Don't Cry Here

Warnings: 18+, show typical violence, child death, angst, small panic attack

Post Prison Daryl x Loveday fluff.

Annie by SafetySuit | Banner By @saradika-graphics | Dividers by @firefly-graphics

When the prison falls, she doesn't want to run, but her bus is full of much-needed supplies, and when she finds a group of kids separated from the rest of the group, she has no choice.

She lost Beth and Daryl a while ago, and she takes one last look before tearing out of there, four kids holding on for dear life in the back.

They find the other bus first, watching the living dead shuffle around inside as they drive slowly by.

She tries her best to keep them together, but when the engine overheats and she stops to try and fix it, the eldest, Jordan, wanders off on his own. She doesn't even notice he's gone until she hears him screaming in the woods.

Then the youngest, Marcus, knocks into a car that had been claimed by bees. There's nothing she can do to stop his death, it happens quickly and horrifically due to his allergy.

The bus gives up for good when they finally make it to Terminus, and the people there don't even try with niceties when she walks in, holding Connor and Miranda's hands protectively.

She fights viciously when they try to take them, but is overpowered and separated from them.

She's curled in the far corner of the train car when they hear gunfire outside. People are shouting, muffled by the metal, but everything sounds like it's underwater to her.

She's glad to see Glenn, Maggie, Bob and Sasha, but losing the kids breaks something in her.

She looks up when four more people file in, unsteady on her feet as she stands, stepping closer behind Glenn.

It takes him a moment to adjust to the darkness, but her name is the first thing out of Daryl's mouth when he sees her, "Loveday?"

"Daryl," She moves quicker than she thought she could, slamming into him with a hug.

His arms wrap around her head and shoulders, holding her close when she starts crying.

He'd been sure she died back there, that Kris or Harper had driven off in the bus, but here she is, beaten and a little bruised, but alive.

"Guess she had a hell of a time getting here," Sasha says at his confused look. He's never seen her cry like this before, "Lost two kids on the way and they took the others when they got here."

"Shit," He pulls her closer when she hiccups, nails digging into the back shoulders through his jacket. His hand tangles in her hair, not missing that she doesn't have her hat.

She clings to him like he's her last lifeline and he let's her, clinging right back.

It's late into the night when she finally speaks. She's sat next to him on the floor, her shoulder pressed against his.

"I couldn't find them," She whispers, "Kristy and Harper... There was so much going on I... I had to get the kids out."

He doesn't say anything, hanging on her every word and shuddering breath.

"Jordan and Marcus... there was nothing I could-" The words catch in her throat, "I tried. Then when we got here they took Connor and Miranda, I- I fought back but..."

She presses the heels of her hands against her eyes, trying to stop the tears from coming.

"I left my best friends for dead, two kids died, two more're god knows where, and on top of all of it my bus fuckin' died! "

"You did your best."

"My best fucking sucks."

"The world fuckin' sucks," He frowns, "It was jus' you and four kids? The fact you got two of 'em here is pretty damn good."

"It was jus' me'n Beth an' I still couldn't get both of us this far," He goes on, letting her take his hand in hers, "She was there one minute then... then she was just fuckin' gone."

She squeezes his hand, but doesn't say anything. He tenses slightly when he feels her rest her head on his shoulder, her other hand wrapping around his bicep, keeping herself close.

He relaxes after a moment, free hand settling on hers on his arm.

"When was the last time y'slept?" He asks.

"I dunno," Her cheek squishes against his shoulder, "At least a couple days... I'd puke if there was anything in my stomach."

He hums and she sits up when he pulls his arm free, "Should try'n get a couple hours then."

He slips his arm around her shoulders and pulls her into his chest.

She's out in minutes between the way he pets her hair and the warm feeling she gets from being around him.

It's a few hours before dawn when he finally tries to wake her.

"Hey," He gently shakes her shoulder, "C'mon, time t'get up, princess."

Her nose scrunches and she curls closer to him.

"Don't," She mutters, "t's what my shitty ex used t'call me."

"Oh yeah?" He scowls at the thought, "'ll have'ta think'a somethin' better."

They start scraping together weapons out of whatever they have on them.

"Hey," He sees her hanging back, a nervous look on her face, "We're gonna make it out'a this, okay?"

She nods and he moves to hold the back of her head, "You stick near me, alright?"

"Yeah."

"That's ma'girl," He pulls her close to kiss the top of her head, "Yer gon' be fine."

She panics when they come to after the smoke grenade and he's not there.

She slides back against the wall and grips her legs, her breathing becoming fast and shallow. She doesn't want to die here, she doesn't want to lose anyone else she cares about, but no matter what she does it all keeps going to hell.

"Hey," Michonne kneels next to her, "Come on, you need to breathe."

"I can't-"

"You can and you will," She argues and Loveday just shakes her head.

"I can't keep doing this," She whimpers, "Losing people."

Her voice falls to a whisper, as though she's afraid to even admit it, "I can't lose him."

"You won't," She says. She doesn't know that, how could she? Daryl could already be dead for all she knows. But it's what Loveday needs to hear right now, "But right now you need to take a deep breath and get ready to fight your way out of here, you understand me?"

The gunfire around them gets louder and suddenly the door to the car is thrown open and Rick yells at them to fight their way to the fence.

Daryl tosses her a knife with the sliver of wood she's using snaps off in a walker's head, staying close to her just in case. He helps her over the fence and grabs her arm when he lands next to her, dragging her along with him into the woods.

"Daryl-" She gasps when they've gone a decent way, the two of them a bit ahead of the group, "Daryl, slow down. I can't-"

As if on cue, she trips over the terrain, pulling him to a stop.

He helps her back to her feet, letting her use him for support as she catches her breath and the others catch up.

"You alright?"

"I will be," She says between heavy breaths.

She jumps when someone throws themself around her. She looks at them with wide eyes before hugging them back.

"Fucking hell, Kris!" She exclaims and Harper joins in. In the chaos, she didn't even realize they were there, "Harp, I- I thought you were dead!"

"You'll have to try harder to get rid of us," Kris laughs through tears.

"It's so good to see you," Harper squeezes them tight, "The thought of ever having to tell Woods we lost you was terrifying."

"What about Connor and Miranda?" She sniffs, looking around them.

"We never saw them," Kris says, reaching out for her when she she steps back, looking distraught, "We didn't even know they were there."

"No." Daryl catches her when her legs give out, pulling her back against his chest as a sob rips through her, "Fuck, no!"

"I've got'ya," He mutters into her hair, holding her tight as she cries, "Yer gon' be alright. Yer gon' make it through."

He knows she was close to the kids before all this and could usually be found teaching them new games to run around and play when she wasn't doing runs. Miranda especially, she'd said she reminded her of her cousin. Hell, she's like a big kid herself when she's with them.

"FUCK!"

He holds her tighter, his chest clenching.

She inhales sharply and stills, suddenly sounding less devastated, "I'm okay... I'm okay."

He's hesitant to let her go, half scared she'll do something stupid, "You sure?"

"No," She admits, smiling at him weakly, her cheeks blotchy red and tear-stained, "But I'll manage."

Once they regroup and gear up, he feels her hand find his. Despite the horror of everything that's happened in recent days, she's so happy to see him, to have him within reach.

They weren't exactly an item when shit hit the fan, but the fact he doesn't pull away now is enough to show her they were well on their way.

He watches her worry her bottom lip out of the corner of his eye, and squeezes her hand, a silent check in as they go, content when she squeezes back.

She sits next to him on the floor of the church, her feet resting across his lap.

There's something oddly intimate about the way she drapes herself over him. She smiles, the first he's seen from her in a while, it's nice.

"Oh, yeah," He shuffles to pull something from his back pocket, "Found somethin'a yours."

He holds out the gold chain, white porcelain heart dangling in the warm light.

"I thought-"

"Saw it on the bitch at the grill 'n made 'er hand it over."

She takes his face in her hands and kisses him.

"Thank you!" She kisses him again, this time on the cheek, "You have no idea what this..."

He looks at her softly when she pauses, her hand resting on his chest.

He opens the chain and hooks it around her neck and watches her smile and touch the painted flowers, "It was my Gramma's."

She scoots further into his lap and slots her head between his chin and chest, pleasantly surprised when he wraps his arms around her and rests his chin on the top of her head.

"You get it when she died?"

"No she's still-..." She shifts, and sighs, "She was still alive. Gave it t'me for my birthday. She used to let me wear it when I was little."

"I thought it was gone for good." She leans her head back to look at him, "Thought I lost you too for a while."

He hums, hand moving to hold her shin when he feels her lips on his jaw.

"Stop it," He shrugs her off and she chuckles before nuzzling into his neck.

"You love it."

"Yeah, whatever."

His feigned annoyance doesn't hide his smile when he leans his cheek against her head.

When it becomes evident he and Carol weren't taken by the Terminus group, her worry quells. She trusts them to be okay, they're fighters.

But as the day drags on she can feel her stomach start to twist and it doesn't take long for her to chew her fingernails down to nothing.

She's more relieved than she should be when he gets back and it takes everything she has not to throw herself at him as soon as she sees him.

She waits for a quieter moment in the night, once the group has been caught up on Beth, Carol, and Noah, to slip her arms around his waist and hide her face in his neck.

He buries his hand in her hair and they stay like that until morning.

He doesn't let her come when they go back to Atlanta despite her argument, that she's good in a fight, is a good one. He's got enough to worry about, trying to get Beth and Carol back, he'd feel better knowing she was with Michonne and the kids, keeping an eye on Gabriel and the church.

She's the first one he goes to after he lays Beth's body in the back of the fire engine. He hasn't been able to stop the tears and he just presses his forehead to her shoulder and lets her hold him.

He doesn't want to let her. Let her close, let her comfort him, let her know how much he cares about it. About all of it. But he does.

His shoulders shudder when she pulls him close, her hands trembling in his hair. She won't cry, not for a good while, even if she desperately wants to, but right now the group needs people to be strong, so she will be.

They hunker down in an office building for the night. She and Daryl sit next to each other against a wall when she finally speaks, "I wanna go get my bus."

He just looks at her.

"If we're going that far north, it's got supplies and we're gonna need another ride, cause we're not all gonna fit in that bright red eye sore," She goes on, "And... And I want my damn bus."

He nods, "Alright."

She wants her bus? He'll get her her damn bus.

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

I read your Mirage dad headcannon and I loved it!! Think you could do a one shot or headcannon on how Mirage would act with having a human girlfriend?? 👏🏼👏🏼

I'm glad you liked it! I decided to make this a little oneshot:

Mirage x human!female!reader

Warnings: None

Mirage never imagined one word would have so much power over him. He never expected to say one word in every sentence, resulting in him saying a single word over 50 times a day. Yet here he was.

"Mirage, where have you been?" Arcee asked. Mirage swaggered over to her, a large grin planted on his face.

"I was with my girlfriend!" He beamed. Girlfriend, it really rolled of the tongue. He loved it so much he couldn't stop saying it.

"I see. Have fun?" Arcee smiled. She was glad to see Mirage happy.

"Hell yeah! My girlfriend is the best. She's funny, beautiful, kind and smart. And the cutest human ever." Mirage expressed, his spark humming happily as he spoke of her.

"Well, you didn't miss much. Optimus says things look clear so we don't have patrol tonight."

"Great! Then I get to spend more time with my girlfriend." Mirage was going to take any free time he had to spend with her.

"Yes, you sure can." Arcee laughed.

"Oh, I have to do something. Something special, something she'll really love." Mirage pondered to himself, servo gently placed under his chin in thought. "I need Noah." He transformed and quickly drove off to his other human friend.

Noah sat in his garage, fixing a pet project he was working on. The garage door was open, allowing Mirage to drive in. Without looking Noah pressed a button beside him, the garage door closing behind Mirage. Noah had gotten used to the sound of Mirages engine so he knew it was him. Once the door was closed Mirage transformed.

"Noah, buddy. I need your help." Mirage took a seat on an old couch, making the springs screech and whine under his weight.

"What do you need?" Noah asked. He stopped what he was working on and faced the mech.

"I need to do something special for my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" Noah raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah bro, we made it official last night. It was kind of an on the fly asking and accepting, nothing fancy about it. So today I need to do something special for her!" Mirage explained.

"So what do you need me for?"

"Well, I need you to help me make it special. Y'know, get me flowers for her, or jewelry or stuff like that."

"Why me?" Noah laughed.

"I can't exactly walk into a shop and buy it can I?" Mirage pouted. He had thought Noah would be willing to help no questions asked. "C'mon man, help me out."

"Alright, I'll help. What exactly were you thinking, because you know what she likes. And jewelry and stuff doesn't help me."

The two spent an hour planning out a small event. Noah and Mirage then spent the next few hours driving around New York, Noah getting out and going into stores to purchase supplies.

"I hope you plan on paying me back for all this." Noah stated.

"Yeah I'll figure out a way." Mirage complained. He felt like time was running out and he still had to set up. While driving around Mirage radioed his girlfriend. During their dating period he had given her a radio so they could stay in contact. He stole the idea from Kris.

"Hey darling." Mirage cooed over the radio.

"Hey handsome." (Y/N) replied. Her voice filled Mirage with joy.

"I've got a free evening, and I'm setting something up. Can you be free tonight?"

"Tonight yeah, I have nothing planned. Or well, I guess my plan consists of whatever you're planning."

"You're so funny!" Mirage laughed. Noah rolled his eyes. Noah knew Mirage was smitten, but this was something else.

"I'll pick you up later tonight, wear something pretty. Well you are always pretty, but y'know where something really pretty."

"I will." (Y/N) laughed.

With that settled Mirage drove to an abandoned warehouse, the same one he took Noah to the first time they met, and on the third date he took (Y/N) to. Noah and Mirage set everything up, using all the supplies they had gotten throughout the day. Once completed, Mirage took Noah home, then drove to (Y/N)'s place.

He parked outside and honked his horn. A few minutes later she appeared, in a beautiful outfit that made Mirages engine rev. She smiled, a smile that sent shivers through his form. He opened his driver door and allowed her in.

"Ready?" He asked, strapping her in with his seatbelt.

"I am." Mirage drove off, playing a radio station that consisted of mainly love songs. He stated that his radio was broken and he couldn't change it.

"Hey, we are about 5 minutes away. Could you close your eyes?" Mirage asked.

"Sure." (Y/N) responded. She trusted Mirage completely, so she had no problem closing her eyes no questions asked. He drove into the warehouse and stopped then unbuckled the seatbelt.

"Trust me?"

"Absolutely."

Mirage very gently transformed around her. Shifting his body until he was standing and holding her in his servos. He placed her down, keeping a servo behind her back.

"You can open your eyes now." Mirage whispered.

(Y/N) opened her eyes. String lights were hung up around the the middle of the warehouse making a circle of light in the center. In the middle were a few blankets laid upon the floor and a number of pillows placed evenly on the blankets. Candles were also strategically placed a few feet away from the flammable blankets, but they were there to enhance the mood.

"Oh my, this is beautiful!" (Y/N) exclaimed. Her heart pounding in her chest.

"Shall we?" Mirage offered his servo. (Y/N) took it. They made themselves comfy among the cozy pillows. Mirage laid on his side, his helm propped up by one arm, so he could be on a similar level as (Y/N). "Oh, I also got you something."

"You didn't have to get me anything."

"Well I did." Mirage pulled out a small box, gently handing it to (Y/N). She opened it, revealing a necklace, on it was silver heart shaped pendant with a blue heart shaped jewel in the middle of it. (Y/N) gasped in surprise, and awe at its beauty.

"It's gorgeous."

"Turn it over." Turning the pendant over revealed 'Mirage' had been engraved on the back of it.

"Oh I love it so much." (Y/N) leapt up, she grabbed Mirages helm with both hands and plastered a million kisses all over his faceplates. "Thank you!"

Mirage placed his free servo behind her back, pulling her in closer. He caught her lips and the two kissed passionately. The kiss only being broken so (Y/N) could catch her breath.

"You really like it?" Mirage asked.

"I love it. And I love you so much." (Y/N) put the necklace on.

"I love you too. I wanted something special for my girlfriend."

"Well, you did amazing this is really special. I have the best boyfriend ever."

That word rang through his audio receivers like music. Boyfriend, the second best word. And as much as he said the word girlfriend, he also hoped to hear boyfriend just as much.

Bonus headcanons just because I want to:

-Will say girlfriend as much as he can.

-Gets so giddy and excited when his girlfriend is around. He does everything he can to try and impress her or make her laugh. Absolutely loves her laugh so will say so many jokes, even if they are terrible.

-Flirts all the time.

-Shows her off to everyone saying 'this is my girlfriend' even if they already know that.

-Likes PDA and wants to kiss and touch her all the time. He would make out with her in front of the others and not care at all.

-Loves to see her in cute outfits. He loves getting little fashion shows, and likes to help his girlfriend pick out outfits.

-Will carry her around, because it means he gets to hold her close.

-Late night chats. He talks with his girlfriend while she tries to sleep. And he feels so happy if she stays on the radio while she sleeps. He feels like it is a way for them to be together even if they can't be.

[mikalame]

Can you make a manzini oneshot?

Pick of the litter

Manzini oneshot- lol i havent written for him in AGESSS im trying to at least get one story out a weekend soooo yeah

Tag:@oppopotamus@saumspam@adissonsss@violentnewmarley

"Baby this house is so quiet when you're away, could we maybe get a pet- not anything too big but maybe like a cat?" you beg your boyfriend. This had been the 3rd time this week having this conversation and you could tell Kristoffer was getting annoyed.

"____ how many times do i have to tell you, we just don't have enough time to look after one- having a pet is a big responsibility and i just dont think we're ready okay" he groans tilting his head to make eye contact with you. His eyebrows scrunched together in an unfamiliar way, this has been the first disagreement in your guys relationship, but neither of you were gonna give up.

"Oh, please Kris, I'm home all the time with work and everything and I only have to go in once a week- just" you scoff trying to find words to use other than frustrated groans and mumbles.

After a few awkward minutes of silence Manzini speaks up "Cats are expensive you know that right from food, toys and other things" "Yeah ofcourse i know that, i've counted everything up and i've already got the money put aside i was just planning on asking you then going to get her" you mumble head down.

"Her,? you already have one in mind?" he looks up, giving you his full attention now. "Well yeah, like i kinda said before i was betting on that you would agree" you look up your frustration growing by the minute.

More minutes pass and you turn the door and walk out the shared room you have, grabbing your phone from the bedside table and you go down stairs and flop onto the couch. The mood of the evening being the complete opposite of what you were planning.

Flipping through the photos on your phone of the kitten litter you were supposed to be picking from and then bringing home the one you wanted instead you get a text from the person planning on selling it to you asking if you were still keen on looking. Opening up the app and typing up the first couple words of the sentence you didn't want to send you hear your boyfriend speak from the hallway.

"Thought you wanted a cat?" he questions, looking at your slumped behaviour on the couch "Yeah but you don't seem to think it would be good fit for the house so no we're not getting a cat" you scoff rolling your eyes thinking about how stupid it was of him to say that.

Arms wrap around your waist and pull you off of the couch. "KRISTOFFER BOLVIG HYLDGAARD YOU PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT" you yell having up to here with him. "Nah, we're going to get a cat baby," he teases, opening the door and walking you to the car in a bridal carry.

"What?'' Your anger diminishes and confusion takes over as Kristoffer buckles you into the car and turns the engine on, pulling out of the driveway and onto the road.

"Wait so this is for real-like were actually getting a kitten" you ask, still sceptical about the whole ordeal but keen nonetheless. "Yes baby, can you google maps the location of where the cat is? I'm not too familiar with these roads yet" Kristoffer jokes, one hand on the steering wheel other on your leg.

"OMG, we're actually getting a kitten! ahhhhh!" you scream in excitement quickly whipping out your phone and google mapping it. Kristoffer and you giggle excitedly about adding a new member to your family, you talk about family photos and what Christmas gift you are going to get her.

As your car pulls up the driveway you're met with a sweet old lady and a small little girl beside her holding a cat crate and some other goodies. The little girl sees your car pull up and tugs on her grandmas dress.

Stepping out the car gave you a new rush of excitement as this was happening right now, the little girl looking at you with a hint of nervousness before stepping over and introducing herself.

"Uhm, im Lizzie uhm- do you want a kitten" she asks lifting her head up slightly, "Oh Lizzie come here love- you too as well come along" The the lady says waking over to the box in the garage where you assume that the kittens are in there.

Lizzie grabs Kristoffres hand and pulls you toward the garage, her initial shyness gone and is now hopping around excitedly while Kristoffer and you look at the kittens they have.

"So i've named them all but you don't have to keep the names- so that one that's Sunny, this little black and white one is Storm, and that full white one is Crystal" Lizzie rambles on about the names of each one but the one that stood out the most to you the most was the kitten you fell in love with when you was the advertisement it was the kitten with dark grey spots that looks like a cheetah pattern and was rolling around the box.

"How about this one?" You say pointing at the small kitten, seeing how she looked back at you. Her big doe eyes contrast heavily with the sharp pupils that blew out and were big full moons now.

"Is this the one you saw online? '' he giggles, reaching over to pat her but she ends up biting his hand with her little sharp teeth. Lizzie continued on talking before noticing you were looking at one in particular.

"Oh that one is so cute, i named her Cutie because well she is cute, would you like to take her home with you?" she asks, waiting for your guy's response then skipping off when you both nodded at her with smiles on your faces.

You reach over and slowly lift Cutie out the box as she paws at you trying to get you to let her go but it comes to no avail as she locks eyes with you before and deep purr rumbles through her chest, licking your hand softly with her rough tongue.

Kristoffer gets up and pays for the kitten, talking to Lizzie and she tells him the likes and dislikes of cutie, how she only likes warm milk and loves cuddles and how she sits in the sun and lays there forever. She hands Krisoffer the kitten crate and the goodies as well before kissing Cuties head goodbye with a soft but enthusiastic hug.

As Kristoffer and Cutie hop in the car and buckle up, you hold onto her tightly as Kristoffer backs the car up. Lizzie watches you from the garage waving wildly with a big smile etched onto her face. Sticking your arm out the window, you wave back at her with a small smile on your face.

"So what made you agree to this?" You are still unsure about why Kristoffer was okay with this when not even an hour ago he was arguing against it. "I think having you around more is much more important than me holding my ground, plus now you won't be so lonely" he laughs and you giggle playing with Cutie the whole way home.

HOPE YOU MANZINI LOVERS ENJOYEDDDDD

[the-white-soul]

*Flowey stares at Frisk in an odd manner as they “talk” to their father in the sky. That dedication… that trust… that adoration… so they do have the capability. He taps his cheek with a slow, thoughtful rhythm, but quickly startles when they lunge at Noelle’s throat. He stutters, trying to think of what to say in response to Noelle.*

I can’t- I can’t just… why… You can’t mean I have to choose between Kara and Frisk!

*He stares silently at Frisk for a few seconds with a hopeless expression. A speck of anger is starting to seep into his eyes as well. Why do they get to make him feel this way? Why does he feel so compelled to gain their approval? It’s not fair.*

I know it’s bad, and Kara will hate me for it… but I have to, Noelle. You should be able to understand.

*The knife is back. He pushes the sharp tip against her back, slowly stabbing into the flesh. Flowey is looking at the blood dripping around the cold metal, but he’s really only paying attention to Frisk, eager to hear some words of approval.*

(Frisk) "I knew you'd be able to do it. Nice work buddy! I knew when push comes to shove, you'll always be on my side."

(Noelle) "Heh, pathetic is it not? Look at yourself. Staring at Frisk like a dog. That's what you've turned into! A dog. All you do is listen to orders all day. First from Kara and now from Frisk. Honestly, you're right. I understand. When I was attracted to Susie you should've seen the things I excused because of my crush on her. Oh, she's been beating up Kris? She's probably just dealing with some terrible homelife. It's excusable. Let me tell you a little secret. Nothing is excusable! If someone is bullying you they are bullying you. It doesn't matter who. It doesn't matter why. You are suffering because of them."

(Frisk) "You think people can just be better?"

(Noelle) "Of course not! That doesn't mean that you should be around them. Everyone has junk! Some might have more or less but at the end of the day we shouldn't always be worried about cleaning up others' junk. Who's cleaning yours? Flowey, when was the last time you did something for no one but yourself."

(Frisk) "You want him to be selfish? He is great the way he is right now."

(Noelle) "I'm sure you would like him like this you puppet master. Flowey, I want you to do something not for anyone. Not for me, not for Kara, and most of all not for this son of a bitch."

(Frisk) "Flowey is mine. He may have started out as annoying but has turned into something beautiful."

(Noelle) "Why?"

(Frisk) "Why what?"

(Noelle) "Why did you only start caring about him now?"

(Frisk) "*Sweats knowing what she might say* He, uh, he's been a good friend these past couple d..."

(Noelle) "Don't even bother finishing your sentence. You know why. He's useful. That's what you like about him. Isn't that right father of Frisk!"

(Frisk) "Don't you dare try to talk to him!"

(Noelle) "*Continued like she didn't even hear Frisk* You raised someone who uses people as tools. Happy? Is this what you wanted? A selfish brat?"

(Frisk) "*At this point they couldn't take it anymore. They took the knife and tried to kill Noelle.* When you meet my father, tell him that Frisk killed you."

(Noelle) "Flowey, do something! You aren't perfect but you are a friend of Kara. Do you want to see Kara's face losing me again? Because if you don't help me you'll be the one they blame."

(Frisk) "Flowey, let me kill this deer once and for all."

[pen-guin-writez]

remade chapter

okay so i actually REMADE this chapter because i hated it so much,,, have my crackship chat

plot: mew mew finds herself in a world... a dark world, where she meets a certain goopy puzzlemaker.

content warning(s): there's like one instance of swearing i think but other than that its fine.

character(s): mad mew mew, rouxls kaard, asgore (mentioned), kris (mentioned), frisk (mentioned)

full chapter under the cut !!!

Stupid, Stupid, STUPID!!!

Mew Mew had been stumbling around the Dark Word, looking for hunk-of-a-former-king's kid, what was their name again? Whatever. Whatever! WHATEVER!!! In any case, she was JUST supposed to deliver this weird box he gave her, and now she's HERE??? HOW DID THIS HAPPEN???

In any case, Mew Mew was MAD. Not that- she's ever not mad, but now she's ESPECIALLY mad. She'd been resisting the urge to NOT kill everyone here! She doesn't know how that other slightly smaller kid does it. All these monsters look so PUNCHABLE now.

As she stomps forth, she suddenly hears a thud. Her tail whips upward and she gets into a fighting stance. Then she sees a... white glow? Then she sees...

A navy blue, goopy man in some sort of royal uniform wearing a pirate hat and holding a cutlass???

"Huh? Huh?? HUH??? WHO ARE YOU?!?" She pierces a glare as the man points his cutlass at her.

"Thoust really thought thou could--- wait..." The goopy man speaks in what seems to be a mix of a pirate accent and a Shakespearean accent, "...thou are not the lightners from before! Who are thou??"

Mew Mew, filled with CONFUSION and ANGER, whips the cutlass from out of the man's hand using only her tail, "Excuse ME, I asked you FIRST."

The goopy man seems to be taken slightly off-balance, but he swiftly grabs his cutlass once more, pointing it towards Mew Mew, "I am Rouxls Kaard, Duke of Puzzles! And also Prince Lancer's Lesser Father." He says the last part with a gleam in his eyes, "Now, I have answered thou's question! Who are thou? And what is thou's business here--- wait..."

He unsheathes his cutlass and grabs Mew Mew by her shoulders with what can only be described as stars in his eyes, "Art thou here to try mine ULTIMATE PUZZLE???"

He's practically shaking her by now. But Mew Mew is quick to push him off.

"Hey! Hey!! HEY!!! Don't you know NOT to touch people you BARELY know???", Mew Mew contradicts herself by tapping her finger on his chest judgingly.

And despite that, he seems to look at her, almost apologetically.

"I... apologize, Lady Lightner, miss... I suppose it's just, no one has ever been so PASSIONATE about mine puzzles."

Admittedly, Mew Mew didn't care about this guy, or his puzzles. She wanted to be out of this weird place as fast as she could. But something about not feeling wanted was... oh-so-familiar to her. And it's not too often Mew Mew shows empathy.

"...Well? Well?? WELL??? Are you just gonna STAND THERE, or are you gonna SHOW ME your STUPID PUZZLES?"

And he just stares at her, those same stars in his eyes from before, "Ah... Aha! Ahahaha! AHAHAHAHA!!! YES, MINE LADYE LIGHTNER!!! BEHOLDETH!!!"

Rouxls snaps his fingers, and with that same while glow, a block puzzle (if you can even CALL it a puzzle) appears from thin air.

"HAVE AT THEE!!!"

It was literally just a block and a button. No japes. No high jinks. No low jinks. No danger, capers, or japers. And definitely no form of fun activities to be seen here. Just... a block and a button.

"What... is... THIS?!"

Mew Mew circles the block "puzzle". Rouxls seems to be nervous.

"Ah...- why it is mine ultimate puzzle! As thou requested-"

"THIS ISN'T A PUZZLE!!!" Mew Mew snaps. This'll be so easy! Easy!! EASY!!! There's NO WAY any DUMMY could mess this up! Mew Mew cracks her knuckles, "OHOHOHO!!! Watch this, DUMMY."

She stomps over to the other side of the puzzle and firmly stomps her foot on the button.

...but nothing happens.

"What?"

Mew Mew tries a second time. But nothing happens.

"What??"

Mew Mew tries a THIRD time. But no-

"WHAT???"

She repeatedly jams her foot on the button, only for it to respond with absolutely nothing. Rouxls has that same cheeky grin on his face.

"Is mine ultimate puzzle stumping you, Lady Lightner?" He steps forward with a taunting look on his face.

"JUST SHUT UP!!! I GOT THIS JUST GIVE ME A MINUTE."

After many attempts to defeat the enemy that is this stupid, stupid, STUPID block puzzle, in a fit of anger, Mew Mew stomps away from the puzzle.

"Ah-ha~! It seems mine ULTIMATE PUZZLE has bested thou, ey? GOOD!!! AHAHAHAHAHA-"

...But to Rouxls' surprise, the cat doll runs back, summoning what seems to be some sort of pink-and-white striped wand with a glowing cat head tied to a pink bow at the end. She jams her wand on the button with as much force as she can manage.

"GOD. DAMNIT!!!!!!!"

...do I even need to say it anymore?

Mew Mew grits her teeth, her frail body itching with anger. But Rouxls continues staring at Mew Mew, those same stars in his eyes as he twirls a stand of his silken white hair. His smile became small, but he seemed to be staring at her with such... admiration.

"What are ya STARIN' AT, you DUMMY??????? YOU DUMMY!!!!!!!! YOU--- you..."

Mew Mew let out a drowsy yawn, "SH-SHUT UP!!! I'M NOT TIRED!!! I'M ECASTATIC!!! ENERGIZED!!! CHIPPER!!!" She argues to no one in particular. Mew Mew suddenly steps on her tail, accidentally falling to the ground, somehow already all curled up into a little ball.

"DON'T LOOK AT ME... like... that..." Her eyes slowly trap themselves close and...

Mew Mew is asleep. A confused yet intruiged Rouxls can't help but let out a chuckle.

"Ah... aha... ahahaha... Lady Lightner-" He crouches down, taking Mew Mew's hand into his own, "Let the Duke of Puzzles assist thou..."

The goopy guy drags Mew Mew along, trying to be as gentle as possible as he makes his way towards...

A hip shop.

[guns-and-botany]

💭 + for Zayin?

[Word Count: ~1,180]

[Cw: none]

[Additional notes: Dialogue is written in English, but is spoken in Higat and understood by the muse receiving the memory!]

The wooden soles of your flats clack against the stone streets as you weave through crowds of people, all dressed in traditional Higat robes. Lanterns light the way in a soft orange glow, and the smell of sweets and cooked meats hangs in the air along with laughter, chatter, and music. You take a bite out of the sugar-coated bread in your hand; it's light, fluffy, and it melts on your tongue.

You wander over to a stall, where you see a boy around your age hunched next to a tub of water, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he tries to catch a small fish with his bare hands. Just as it seems he's got it, the fish darts away, dodging his grasp. He pulls his hand away, water dripping from his fingers, and he lets out a quiet growl.

The shopkeeper notices you watching the other child's attempt, and she calls out, "It's harder than it looks! Want to give it a try? If you win, you get a bracelet." She picks up a basket and holds it out, showing you the bracelets inside. They're colourful, made of plastic beads threaded on metal wire. "I made these myself!"

You consider it, and then you nod and stuff the rest of the bread in your mouth before dusting off your hands and rolling up your sleeves, crouching next to the boy.

"All you have to do is catch a fish, and if you can, I'll let you pick a bracelet," the shopkeeper explains.

"Mhm... Okay." You study the movements of the fish inside the tub. They're blue, bioluminescent light pulsing through their scales. They must still be on high alert from the other kid trying to catch them.

"Oh, you're a chio samat?" the boy beside you asks. His head is tilted, eyes fixed on the Higat military insignia stitched on the chest of your afi-tat. You nod, and he grins widely. "Wow! That's so cool! You can probably do this really easily, huh?"

You laugh, side-eyeing him. "Pfft, what? We aren't trained to catch fish."

"No, but..." He trails off. "My name is Tai. I'm ten."

"I'm Kri. Me too."

You return your attention to the fish, and you carefully lower your hand into the water. You don't move for a moment, letting the fish get used to the presence of your hand. They've ceased to pulse with alarmed light, and they swim in lazy circles, bumping their noses against your palm. Your pupils dilate, your antennae twitch, and drums beat a steady rhythm in the distance.

You strike, fingers closing around a fish like jaws snapping shut. It squirms, but you don't let go, and you lift your hand, water pouring from between your fingers, and you hold it up. Tai and the shopkeeper applaud, and you grin, a proud little smirk.

"Good job!" the shopkeeper says. "Pick a bracelet."

You release the fish, and it darts back to its brethren, and you look at the bracelets in the basket. You turn to Tai. "Which one do you like?"

"Huh, really?" Tai blinks, eyes wide, and he stands up, walking next to you to peer into the basket.

"Mhm, go ahead."

He sifts through the bracelets, slowly, as though unsure if he's allowed to, but the shopkeeper doesn't say any word of protest. Eventually, he pulls one out, holding it up. The beads are a mix of blue and yellow; the blue matches his eyes. "I like this one."

"That's a nice one!" the shopkeeper agrees.

Tai smiles and slips it onto his wrist, and you both thank the woman before walking away from the stall together.

"But you're trained to shoot, right?" he asks.

"Hm?"

"Well, you aren't trained to catch fish, but you're trained to shoot, aren't you? Could you show me?" Tai points at a nearby stall for a shooting game.

You chuckle. If he was impressed by you catching a fish, you're about to blow his mind. "Yeah. Come on," you say, and you head towards the stall.

Plastic rifles are set up on the counter, and across from the booth is a line of targets: circular, with a bullseye in the centre. The stall keeper straightens when he sees the two of you approaching, and he extends his arm in a welcoming gesture.

"Hello, kids! Do you want to give it a shot? It's only a ten-piece, and if you get five bullseyes in one minute, you win a voucher for a free meal at that stall over there!" The man points towards a vendor selling meat on sticks, skewered fruit, and a variety of other foods.

"Is it worth it?" Tai whispers near your ear, and you nod.

"Sure, I could eat some more," you say, and you fish a coin with a hole in the centre out of your pocket, handing it to the vendor. "If I get ten, do I get two vouchers?"

The man laughs and adds the coin to a box, and you hear a clink. "Ohh, confident, are you? Alright, I like that! If you can live up to that bravado, I'll give you two."

You smirk, picking up the plastic rifle. You know how this works; they're cheap, the weight is wrong, and the sights are off. It won't make a difference to you, though. The man starts a timer, and a whistle goes off. You raise the rifle and take aim.

You fire the air gun in quick succession ten times, each pellet hitting dead-centre in a different target. The stall keeper hits his hand against the counter, eyes wide.

"Well, that is a first! I don't think I've ever seen someone do that! Here you go, two vouchers." He takes two red slips of paper from a stack beside the box and gives them to you. They have a drawing of kebabs on them and the words 'REDEEM ONE FREE MEAL' stamped across the top.

You thank the man and walk towards the line for the stall you were directed to with Tai. He stares at you, open-mouthed.

"How did you do that?!" he asks.

"Heh... It's just what I'm best at," you answer coyly.

"Wow..." Tai looks at the ground, quiet, and then he looks up at you through his blond hair. "I don't really have a special talent like that. I don't know what I'm gonna be when I grow up. Other kids know what kind of job they're gonna have, because they're really skilled in a specific thing, but... not me. I'm not good at anything."

You frown and ponder Tai's words. "You're only ten, you know. I think it's kind of good that you don't know yet. It means you'll get more options to pick from. I... never got to choose. I was made to be good at one thing, and that's all I'll ever do."

Tai slowly nods, messing with his sleeve. "Oh... that sounds kind of hard, too."

Neither of you say anything until it's your turn in line.

[mentaly-british-biologist]

I love incorrect quotes, here's some I have:

These may include: Swear words

The fandoms included are: Undertale, Deltarune, Tf2 and Cuphead.

UNDERTALE

Sans: Papyrus taught me to think before I act. Sans: …So if I smack the shit out of you, rest assured that I thought about it and am confident in my decision.

Papyrus, laying in bed: Get out of my room. Sans, standing just outside of the door frame: I’m not in your room.

Sans: Hey Papyrus? Papyrus: Yeah? Sans: What's your favorite color of the alphabet? True or false? Papyrus: Papyrus: …What.

Sans: Have you heard of Murphy’s law? The one where if something can go wrong, it will go wrong? Papyrus: Yeah, I have. Sans: Have you heard of Cole’s law? Papyrus: Is this a joke about coleslaw? Sans: …maybe.

Papyrus: Sans told me that brown is just navy orange, and I have never been more disappointed with something I agree with.

Sans: I WOULD DESTROY THE WORLD FOR YOU! Papyrus: Okay, can you do the dishes? Sans: No!

Alphys: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake. Undyne: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear. Alphys: … Alphys: You mean ring bearER, right? Undyne: … Alphys: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

Alphys: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives. Undyne: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day to train. Alphys: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

Mettaton: You made enough pasta that you could take it to lunch tomorrow. Put it in a container. Papyrus: Shovel the pasta into your face. Do it. Put it in your face. The future is meaningless but the pasta is now.

Papyrus: All snacks are gone. Mettaton: I AM LITERALLY RIGHT HERE?!

DELTARUNE

Susie: Twilight Sparkle was the main character because she represented the element of friendship— Kris, tied up: PLEASE, I JUST WANT TO SEE MY FAMILY AGAIN! Susie: I'M NOT DONE! Susie: And Rainbow Dash was the sporty girl—

Kris: Kill me nowwwww. Susie: Sorry, no can do. I need your help with my homework.

Kris, drowning: Help! Susie: Don't worry, I heard cowards float.

Susie: You have any sunscreen? Ralsei: You can't get a sunburn from a bonfire— Susie: It's for my marshmallow ya dummy.

Susie: We just ate. Why are you making pancakes? Ralsei: For the dogs. Susie: Why are you making pancakes for the dogs? Ralsei: They don't know how.

Ralsei: Something’s off. Susie: Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people. Ralsei: No, but that’s funny.

OH GOD IT GAVE ME T H I S

Spamton: I eat cheerios because they’re heart healthy. Spamton: And my heart has been severely damaged, so Jevil, if you’re out there—

Anyway.

Spamton, talking to Jevil: With all due respect, which is none…

Jevil: Happy Throwback Thursday! Here’s a throwback to when Spamton ate an entire tube of lipstick. Spamton, whining: But why would it be cherry-flavored if you can’t eat it?!

TF2

Demoman: Man, it smells like wrongdog out here. Soldier: ... Soldier: Demoman, are you alright? Demoman: sobs

Soldier: I’ve become a bread crumb dealer to four crows at the lake. They pay me with a bit of everything. Like shiny things, fabric, or pens. But recently they paid me with a 20 dollar bill they found somewhere. So I decided to buy them some more expensive bread. They loved it. So they understand what to do. Give me money. I’ve probably racked up about 200 dollars at this point. Is it morally wrong though, I mean. They’re the ones who steal the money from others. Or perhaps they just have a big pile laying somewhere. Should I keep on doing this? Scout: You sound like the start of a Batman villain.

Scout: I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

Engineer: What do we say when making bread? Demoman, glumly: That's the dough rising. Medic: And what do we NOT say? Spy, sadly: That's the yeast fucking.

Engineer: I haven’t slept in 72 hours… Demoman: I haven’t slept in 80. I’m the insomnia king! Medic: Ha! I haven’t slept in 90 hours, I’m aiming for an even 100. Spy: What the fuck is wrong with you people.

CUPHEAD

Cuphead: watching their house burn down Cuphead: Cuphead: starts filming Waddup, guys, welcome to my vlog, today's topic: how to get away with accidentally committing arson because you forgot Spaghetti O's cans are metal and thus non-microwavable! Step one: deny everything.

Mugman, cowering in fear: What do you want from me?! Cuphead, standing in front of Mugman: bites into the whole KitKat bar like a heathen Mugman, crying: Please…stop…

Mugman: I trusted you! Cuphead: Why?

Cuphead: Do you ever feel like exploding? Have you experienced the urge to enter the process of combustion? Has your mind created a logical idea, known as thought, to disperse your body into thousands of particles suddenly? Mugman: It’s 3 am, please go back to sleep.

Mugman: Cuphead, I need some advice. Cuphead: You need advice from ME? Mugman: Yeah, frightening, isn't it?