#the fact this will be seen as a defense of the man im actively insulting too instead of the critique it is on

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warnings: cursing, porco being toxic lol. dates are wrong once again sorry !!

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eight.

Half asleep and ready to go to bed, Y/N fell back into her bed. She picked up her phone, hoping to mindlessly scroll through some TikToks. Instead, she was met with two messages. Audibly gasping as she read Porco’s name, she dropped her phone, hitting herself in the face in the process. “Ow!”

Porco? Y/N thought incredulously. What the hell does he want?

Contemplating asking Ymir and Sasha for advice, Y/N then decided against it. This was her life, she couldn’t expect her friends to guide her though it. But God, was she such a coward when it came to Porco. It wasn’t like he was Prince Charming, but Y/N had an extreme loyalty complex. She couldn’t ever allow herself to let go of people. Porco used to berate her for that constantly.

Why are you so clingy? He would ask.

Who’s the clingy one now? Y/N thought bitterly. She decided to ignore Porco’s text until she could think of a reply that wasn’t along the lines of “No, fuck you.” She slid her thumb over to Jean’s message.

Great. Another text asking to talk. Why couldn’t people just send their question and save a girl the anxiety? Y/N scolded herself for allowing her egotistical ex to ruin her mood. Jean didn’t deserve her snappiness.

Jean sighed in relief. Thank God she replied. He didn’t know if he could handle the mortification if she didn’t.

Y/N pondered for a bit.

Y/N laughed quietly to herself. So Jean could in fact match her sense of humor. She exited out of their chat, mindlessly scrolling through social media. She actively avoided Porco’s message, not wanting to burden herself with the chore of responding to him. What could he possibly have to say? She headed to Twitter, hopefully finding something relatable to retweet. As Y/N scrolled, she saw a familiar face appear on her timeline.

Recommended for you from contacts, the header read. Below it was about 3 profiles of people in her contacts she had not followed yet. Among them, was Jean.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat.

Should I? She questioned. Would she be overstepping some unspoken boundary? What if she hurt her own feelings by stalking and seeing something she wouldn’t like/had no business seeing? Maybe she should just ignore it. She doubted Jean was some internet creep… but wouldn’t it be good to know if he was? Curiosity getting the better of her, Y/N decided to invade that boundary and look at his account.

He didn’t have much content from what Y/N could see. He just retweeted fancy cars and some funny memes. She spotted Connie, Sasha’s lifelong friend and Jean’s infamous roomie. She mentally hoped Jean didn’t tweet like Connie. That would be the ultimate ick.

Y/N’s thumb stopped scrolling, hovering over a tweet. Her heart beated ten times more rapidly.

well she is pretty lol, Jean’s tweet read. Tweeted just an hour after he met Y/N.

Could it be? Y/N wondered. No way. There’s no way it’s about me. I’m just jumping to conclusions. Why would he say that about me? I’m just being self absorbed.

She brushed off her inquiries, deciding to just stop stalking his account entirely. From what she already saw, there wasn’t anything suspicious or icky enough to make her want to not interact with him. And she was already paranoid, so every tweet she saw she would begin to assume it was about her as well. She was just getting her hopes up.

Rolling over on her side, Y/N placed her phone to charge and went to sleep. It was late, which was probably what was causing her mind to become fuddled.

——

“You should’ve told me Sasha’s third roomie was Y/N,” Reiner had said to Jean in the truck. “I totally blindsided her. Top ten worst encounters of my life.”

“Uh, care to enlighten me? Do you guys have beef or something?” Jean asked, perusing the radio stations.

Reiner sighed. “She’s dating- was dating- my childhood friend, Porco.”

Jean felt his stomach drop. “Oh.”

Reiner glanced at him before stopping at a red light. “I said dating. He dumped her like a week ago. It was pretty trash.”

Jean secretly felt more at peace hearing that. Poor Y/N, but.. she could probably do better than this Porco person.

“So what does that have to do with you?” Jean asked.

Reiner shrugged. “I guess I didn’t really help. She said she felt a little betrayed. Like I agreed with Porco and my friends that she’s the crazy one.”

Jean nodded. “So you were a bystander.”

Reiner sighed again, tilting his head in an I guess motion. “It’s just hard. Porco’s like my brother, and I don’t agree with how he acted… but maybe I should have spoken up sooner.”

Jean patted his shoulder. “Don’t blame yourself, man. That was between them.”

“Yeah. I could have at least told Porco to step it up, though.” Reiner murmured.

I’m glad you didn’t. Jean snickered to himself.

“So, you think she’s cute?” Reiner shot Jean a devilish grin. Jean rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I guess. You goin’ to Historia’s birthday?” He slyly changed the subject.

“Is it open invite?” Reiner’s eyebrows scrunched up.

Jean shrugged. “I have an invite. Maybe you can be my plus one.”

Reiner made a “Hmm” sound in response, weary at Jean’s invite. “What are you dressing as if you go?”

“I was thinking swag era Justin Bieber.” Jean replied, smiling widely.

Reiner gave him a look. “You for real?”

Jean’s smile dropped. “What?”

Reiner laughed. “I’d pay money to see how badly you embarrass yourself with that.”

“It’s a 2000’s party?” Jean was confused.

“Yeah, but everyone does like, early 2000s. Think Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake.”

Jean shot him a curious look.

“What? Pop culture is my guilty pleasure.” Reiner explained himself. “And everyone knows Britney Spears.”

Jean hummed in response. “I just think you got a thing for pop girls.” He referenced the earlier Becky G mishap.

“I’m not even gonna deny it anymore.” Reiner agreed, defeated.

——

“Guys,” Y/N said the next morning. Ymir and Sasha were at the breakfast “nook” (a corner of their miniature kitchen designated for a small table that barely fit all three of them), Sasha eating cereal and Ymir chomping on an apple while scrolling on her phone. “Porco texted me last night.”

Ymir continued scrolling, unfazed. Sasha’s eyes widened and she swallowed her food before speaking. “What? Why?” Y/N glared at Ymir.

“Thanks for your interest YMIR, but as i was telling Sasha-“

“I’m Sasha.” Sasha cut in, obviously confused.

Y/N gave Sasha a look.

“Did you say something?” Ymir said, bored. She still hadn’t looked up from her phone.

“Ymir!” Sasha scolded. “Y/N’s telling us Porco texted her!”

“Who’s Porco?” Ymir replied, monotonous.

Y/N sighed in exasperation. “Are you stalking Eren again? I already told you to stop comparing your subscribers-“

“I’m not stalking Eren!” Ymir snapped defensively. “I’m…” She mumbled the next part incoherently.

“Huh?” Sasha and Y/N asked in unison.

“I SAID,” Ymir repeated, annoyed. “I’m looking up Britney Spears outfits. Historia wanted us to go as different eras of her. But I can’t find anything that matches my style.” She grumbled.

Y/N’s heart melted. It was adorable watching Ymir struggle to find a matching costume for Historia. It was like Marilyn Manson wanting to get along with a CareBear.

“Just go as JT,” Sasha said, chewing her cereal.

“One, close your mouth, and two, Historia asked for us to go as Brittney. I can’t just show up like a dude.” Ymir visibly deflated as she scrolled through countless pictures of a younger Spear’s iconic looks.

“Why don’t you try her bandanna phase? That wasn’t so over the top, and she wore mostly jeans.” Y/N suggested as she squeezed into the corner chair.

Ymir sighed. “I don’t want to wear a skirt or some bimbo shit. That’s y’alls look.”

“How do you manage to sound endearing trying to please your girlfriend while simultaneously insulting us?” Y/N wondered aloud.

“It’s a talent.” Ymir waved her off. “What did you guys get her though?”

“A giftcard to Urban Outfitters,” Sasha replied. “I got tired of searchin’. I put $50 on it. I think that should be enough for like, a shirt and a half. She better like it, too. ‘Cus I’m broke.” Sasha pointed her spoon at Ymir accusingly.

“I got her the Taylor Swift vinyl she’s been wanting. And some pink film for her camera.” Y/N added. Ymir nodded approvingly.

“I hope she likes my gift. I don’t know if I’m moving too fast though?” For the first time since Y/N mer Ymir, Y/N hadn’t ever seen her this distraught.

“Calm down,” Y/N reassured her. “You’ve been together for years now. I don’t think you can move any slower.”

Ymir rolled her eyes, leaning back im her chair with arms crossed. “It’s a small trip to Seoul. I know she’s been dying to go. It’s not like it’s anything she hasn’t seen before with her family… but I figure it’d be different with just us.” Y/N’s heart melted.

“That’s so sweet!” Sasha exclaimed, eyes watery. “I want an Ymir!”

“Well, you can’t have me!” Ymir laughed. “It’s not a big deal. The sponsorship I managed to land gave me a decent payout.” Ymir sheepishly replied, her cheeks a faint red

Y/N nudged her. “Look at you, being modest.”

Ymir waved her hand. “Shut up. How does this look?” She turned her phone to Y/N, showing a picture of Britney Spears clad in low waist jeans, a black tank top and sure enough, a yellow bandanna.

“That’s perfect.”

Ymir smirked, smug. “Just like me.”

“Y/N!” Sasha shouted. “Go back to the Porco thing!”

“Oh, yeah. What did Oinky want?” The girls turned to face Y/N, who shrank a bit back in her seat.

“That’s a new one,” Y/N chuckled. “I thought of one last night, too,” She paued for dramatic effect. “Porker!” She gasped out, giggling, hitting the table in a slight fit of laughter. Sasha and Ymir gave Y/N a blank stare, unamused at Y/N’s mediocre roast.

“Not funny, didn’t laugh.” Sasha spat.

“If your career was stand up you’d be living in a box.” Ymir deadpanned.

“Tough crowd,” Y/N sighed, wiping imaginary tears from her eyes. “But if you must know…” She purposely stalled a bit, knowing it would send an impatient, jittery Sasha over the edge and annoy Ymir even more, even if she pretended she was not interested in the relationship drama between Y/N and her disgraced ex.

“Just say it already!” Sasha begged.

“I…don’t know. I haven’t responded.” Y/N finally admitted, putting her head in her hands. “I just-“ Her words were muffled by her hands.

Ymir removed her hands from her face. “Your words, darling.” She scolded, voice oozing sarcasm.

“Ugh,” Y/N groaned. “I’m too pussy to respond. He just asked if we could talk. What could he possibly want? What if he wants the couch? It’s just too much.”

Sasha gave her a sympathetic gaze. “Just leave him on read! If he wants to talk so badly he’ll find a way to say what he needs to.”

“For once, I agree.” Ymir added.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Y/N stretched. “But it did keep me up at night wondering what he wanted.”

“Y/N, forget him! Historia’s party is soon, there’s no time to worry about ugly men!” Sasha stood up, rushing to put her bowl in the sink. “I got a lecture in a few, but you need to find your costume! We’re all going as Britney!” She said before disappearing into her room.

“Um, who’s gonna tell her we’re not all dressing as Britney?” Ymir inquired.

Y/N snorted. “Not I. I’m probably going as Suki from Fast and the Furious.”

“Niiceee,” Ymir fist pumped Y/N. “She was my sexual awakening.” Y/N choked on her muffin.

“Ymir, what’d we say about uncalled for horniness?” Y/N reprimanded. Ymir made her way to the coat rack, searching for her car keys in her leather jacket’s pocket.

“If I was gonna be chewed out for liking women I would’ve lived with my parents!” Ymir called out. “I gotta pick up Historia!”

“Will you be back?” Y/N shouted back.

“Get off my dick!” Ymir shut the door. Laughing to herself, Y/N picked up Ymir’s dish to place in the sink. She was, out of the three, the more tidier one. Ymir did the best cleaning, but she was selectively lazy.

“Bye, Y/N!” Sasha shouted before leaving in a rush. One thing Y/N had grown used to was the fairly chaotic mornings. She secretly hoped they would be like this for a long time.

Since Y/N had transferred, Ymir and Sasha had been the best roommates she could ask for. Yes, Ymir was snappy and Sasha was a bit ditzy, but it was the perfect combination and they were respectful. Y/N had transferred from Sina University purely for academic reasons, but she had not expected to fit in so well with the girls or their group of pre establish friends. She worried she would not fit in since they had already been so tight-knit, but found that wasn’t the case at all. They were open, accepting and loyal. Y/N couldn’t be happier where she was, and even though she wouldn’t admit it, she was grateful for how close they had all gotten in their short time together. Who knew randomly assigned rooming would provide her with friendship to last a lifetime?

Which is why every time she thought about Porco she kicked herself. How could she have let some… meathead ruin her freshmen year of college? She should have been having fun, interacting with Ymir and Sasha’s friends more, lived her own life. But no, she chose to become involved with a self absorbed fraternity guy of all people. Now she was semi-heartbroken, extremely humiliated, and about a year’s worth of time and effort short. She had allowed him to take advantage of her so much, that he felt he could contact her still after basically using her. The thought made her want to rip her hair out and scream.

Almost as if through divine intervention, her phone beeped with a notification.

What the actual hell? Y/N thought.

She froze for a second. What does she do? Respond? Ignore? Block?

After a few seconds of mental deliberation, Y/N finally decided. She was fed up with the lack of bravery she showed and decided to just end it once and for all. Typing out a response, she clicked send and decided to go to the mall for the retail therapy she was sure to need after whatever Porco said what he wanted to say. Turning the shower on, she braced herself for his response. What could Porco want? She couldn’t wrap her mind around it.

This better be good, Y/N thought.

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a/n: woohoo!! long chapter. so to recap: i graduated!! i am finally free from the clutches of high school. i might do a face reveal :) bc i loved my grad dress. anywho, my fever cleared up, i have chapter 9 already completed (just need to revise + edit) and this is NOT proof read!! it’s 2 am guys i’m tired. but i hope you enjoyed this :) sorry for the weird cropping too. peace out

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Offense and Defense (Pat Murray Imagine)

Summary: You’re playing short stop for the D-backs this summer, and the other teams in the league aren’t too thrilled. But Pat always has your back...

Word count: 2K

Warnings: Fluff and looooots of swearing (Yall know pat okay)

Requested: kind of! @radio-rhapsody sent an ask into my wife @borhap-socials and I thought i would write this. Hope this is what you wanted! “I was thinking it’s the next season and the D-Backs are back with Maz as their coach. They need a new shortstop and get Y/N. The other teams always use the fact that Y/N is a girl to verbally attack her n distract her during games n Pat gets mad and comes to her defense and they become close n stuff and end up dating”

Another summer, another summer league. Somehow Pat convinced you to fill in as their shortstop. Ty was off coaching baseball camps for kids for the summer, so Mazz had taken over as a coach for the time being. This meant they were a person short, so Pat said that you should fill in. Somehow you got talked into it more and more, and here there were.

Practices were hard, but you loved them. You always outran Barone which drove him crazy, but Zapata and Pat always cheered you on. The fact that you were the only girl on the team didn’t bother anyone, in fact, Garvey always said that them better as a team.

After a couple of hours of running drills, Mazz finally told everyone to come in for a huddle. He ended every practice this way, thinking it would motivate everyone a little more.

“Alright, guys, the first game of the season tomorrow. I know you’re all ready, even you David.”

“Really?” David looked very excited that Mazz complimented him.

“I do. You’re gonna do great as well Y/N. One of the best shortstops I’ve ever seen. The other team won’t even know what hit them.” Garvey and Pat both gave you a reassuring tap on the shoulder. You saw Pat smile at you out of the corner of your eye, and you smiled back at him. It was fun flirting with him when no one else knew.

“We got this guys, I know it. Now, whos up for some dinner?” Mazz yelled, and you’d never seen a group of guys get so excited before. Mazz made it a tradition that you all went out to dinner the night before a game as a team bonding activity and you swore the guys never got excited about anything unless food (or a win) was involved.

Sometimes it was nice being the only girl on a team full of guys, it meant you always had an army to back you up. You got in the car with Pat, and Vinnie and Palacco got in the backseat. You usually gave them rides home, so they rode to dinner with you as well.

After you got to the restaurant, you could tell everyone was starving. You were pretty sure Dells ordered two entrees, but you weren’t gonna tell him no. Mazz always said whatever helped him get in the right mindset for a game, he could have/do. Palacco and Barone were arguing over something new at dinner like they always did. It was never anything serious, but they both enjoyed being right.

“What in the world are you two arguing about now?” You had no idea why you were asking this question, you were a little worried about the answer.

“Who has the best ass on the team.” Barone said matter-of-factly.

“Barone!”

“What? Its true. I said me, but Palacco said you Y/N.”

“SHE DOES. AND SHES THE NICEST PERSON. THEREFORE SHE WINS END OF STORY.” You knew you liked Palacco for a reason. He was slowly becoming one of your good friends, and now he may be your best friend.

“Well I’m gonna have to say I agree with Ryan on this one.” You said, and he gave you a high five. Barone was clearly not amused you didn’t agree with him.

“What are you guys talking about?” Pat asked when he sat back down.

“Who has the best ass on the team. Palacco said me, and I agreed.”

“YOU TALKING ABOUT MY GIRL PALACCO?!” Pat basically yelled. It was the first time Pat had said it out loud. Of course everyone knew you liked each other, but you’d never confirmed anything. As far as anyone knew, the two of you were just friends. Pat had been protective of you from the start. You found yourself hanging out with him the most, and soon enough you were staying at his house and cuddling every night. Of course, the team didn’t know this, but what the team didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.

“Your girl huh Murray?” You hit Pat’s leg under the table.

“She’s just my best friend okay. I’m protective.”

“Whatever you say dude.” Barone smirked.

You rubbed his arm and told him it was a good thing, and he calmed down. Pat was just very protective of you, and you expected that to increase with games actually starting now. He loved that you could be on his team, but he had told you he was worried about what other teams would say. But he always wanted to protect you, no matter what.

“Don’t look at the door.” You heard Mazz say. And of course, when told not to do something, you usually do it anyway.

As you turned around to face the door, the team you were playing in your first game tomorrow walked through the door. Of all the restaurants in town, they walked into the same one as your team.

“Would you look at that? Its little Mazzy and his bitches.” One of them said, and you thought you saw actual steam come out of Botch’s ears.

“Oh they actually do have a bitch with them now! What’s she play guys? Cheerleader?” Another one commented. You automatically put your arm across Pat to keep him from actually jumping across the table and attacking the guy. You didn’t want to stoop to their level. They didn’t know anything about you or your team.

“We’ll see you tomorrow.” Mazz stood up and said. He didn’t sit back down until they started walking away. You had never seen Mazz so ready for a fight before.

“I’M GONNA HIT THAT GUY. HOW DARE HE SAY THAT ABOUT Y/N. IM GONNA HIT THEM ALL TOMORROW.” Dells just started going off.

“THEY CAN’T FUCKING SAY THAT TO YOU Y/N WHAT THE FUCK.” Pat started going off too. The two of them were almost unstoppable together.

“Dells you know what isn’t the answer. We can prove it by winning.” You told him.

“But he insulted you! They don’t even know you!” Zapata also spoke up in your defense.

“Y/N is right. Once we win tomorrow, they’ll shut up.” Mazz seemed to be the calming voice for everyone, but Zapata and Garvey looked like they wanted to go punch them for the rest of the evening. After you dropped Vinnie and Palacco off at home, Pat reached over and grabbed your hand as he drove.

“I’m proud of you for staying calm tonight.” You told him, bringing his hand up to your mouth so you could kiss it.

“You helped. I make no promises about tomorrow though.” Pat smiled.

“Patrick no! Or no kisses for you after the game.”

“Oh just kisses huh?” You hit his arm playfully and helped him carry all your gear inside. Soon enough you were cuddled up with Pat in bed, watching some late night tv show. He wouldn’t let you leave his side, so you ended up falling asleep like that. You could tell he was nervous, and you were too. Honestly, you just wanted to make everyone on the team proud, and you really wanted to win. You just felt like you had to prove something.

The next morning Pat made breakfast for the two of you, and you got ready early. Pat was gonna help you practice a little before the other team got there.

“How much do you guys wanna bet Palacco is gonna be late?” Garvey asked when more of the team started to show up. You’d been practicing with Pat for a little bit and you felt ready.

“He’s an 8th year junior, that is kind of his thing.” Botch said, and you laughed. “At least Y/N thinks I’m funny.”

“I always got you Botch.” And he gave you a fist bump. Fans slowly started to show up, and the nerves started setting in. Once the other team arrived, they got even worse. Mazz could tell, as no one was really talking and was sat down on the bench.

“Come on guys we can do this! We’re ready. Don’t let them get to you. I wanna see smart at bats okay? Don’t swing at anything you can’t hit. These guys won’t know what hit them.” You sat up and you knew he was right. He started reading off the lineup, and you were 7th at bat.

At the end of the first inning, it was 1-0, D-backs. Of course, Mazz had hit a home run, and the team went wild. The other team had not stopped taunting everyone the whole time, and you knew it would be your turn sooner or later. You weren’t going to let it get to you, you told yourself. The second inning starting, and the other team was up at bat.

“Your bitch isn’t playing very well now is she?” The batter yelled.

“WE’RE GOOD, YOU’RE BAD, WE’RE GOOD, YOU’RE BAD, WE’RE GOOD, YOU’RE BAD.” The other team’s dugout was going nuts. Dell’s still hadn’t thrown a pitch.

“You sure you got this little girl?” The batter did not know how to shut his mouth.

“HEY SHUT THE HELL UP.” You heard Pat yell from the outfield.

“What? Can’t hear you over how much your girl sucks.”

“OH LETS GO.” And as you turned around you saw Pat running towards the dude at full speed. Dells dropped the ball and Vinne started running after him to catch him. Pat was running so fast for this dude and you knew he wasn’t going to hold back. You were actually a little worried, you didn’t want Pat to get kicked out of the game.

Zapata, Garvey, and Palacco tried to stand in front and block him, and thankfully Dells held him back. But that didn’t stop him from yelling.

“DON’T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND LIKE THAT. SHE IS THE BEST SHORT STOP THERE IS AND IF YOU SAY ONE MORE DAMN THING ABOUT HER I’M GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS YOU GOT THAT?” Pat just started going off. Except the one thing that caught your ear was the word “girlfriend”.

“Did Pat just say Y/N was his girlfriend?” You heard David ask. Well crap.

“Yup he said it again.” Mazz said after Pat continued yelling that you were his girlfriend. Mazz signaled to bring him into the dugout for a minute. “TIME PLEASE.” He yelled so they could have a couple of minutes.

“Pat, man, you need to calm down.” Vinnie told him.

“But they’re insulting my girlfriend!” He tried to get back up, but Dells pushed him back onto the bench.

“Okay we can talk about THAT later, but for right now we need to play this game.” Mazz motioned for you and you sat down next to him. You placed your hand on his and you already felt him relax. You gave him a quick kiss, and you knew he would be fine.

“I know you want to be protective, but don’t fight anyone for me okay? We can win this on our own.” You told him. Pat nodded, squeezing your hand. The team just watched in amazement, no one had ever been able to calm him down that fast.

“No wonder you two have gotten so close!” Garvey finally said.

“NOT NOW GARVEY.” Mazz said under his breath. Once Mazz knew everyone was good to play he yelled “NOW LETS GO WHOOP SOME ASS.” And you knew you’d be having the conversation about you and Pat later with the entire team. But that was okay, and Pat smiled at you one more time. You would go on to win the game 5-3, and there was nothing better than walking out with Pat carrying you on his shoulders and sticking your tongue out at the other team. It was really the little things sometimes.

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“Are you sure?” She knew Deckard was not one for double checking things so seriously. He was a spirit caught in the winds of the wide open world - he soared through cities and circles of people with a grace and disarming smile that, more often than not caused her to become very close to getting whiplash through the strength of her eye rolling. And yet now, He was sat at the thick oaken table - the taverns usual crowd and sounds seeming to drain as he was composed, Unusually defensive. His lax shoulders tightened, his back straightened and the welcoming hearth warmth of his eyes sheen over into something piercing. His stare caused her to turn away, half looking at him and half trying to focus on the room...trying to avoid what was naturally coming next.

“Well. Yes....and no. Perhaps...A-anyway who are you to offer advice about this??!”

Navien realised perhaps a fraction of a second too late that she had slapped her hand flat on the table top and spat her words out. There was a look of hurt - for however brief a moment on her brothers face, causing hers to entirely soften and to turn fully facing him, hand offered out to his. “Im sorry I...”

“Below the belt alittle there, darling.” There might have been a slight truth to her words; yes Deckard really wasnt the type to give any sort of advice. His advice usually ended up with her in a barfight and him talking them out of a burning building. However, the dryness of his grin betrayed the slight hurt to his pride, and the barely visible wrinkles betrayed his age in this light. Something that made Navien’s brows to furrow and an almost look of worry to form. “Now now, you wipe that look off your face. Thats supposed to be my look right now.” His voice broke with a gentle chuckle through his words as he reached for her hand and clenched it tightly, wiggling it ever so much. A vague smile returned to her face and a sigh that sounded like it had been bottled in her chest all day.

“I know, i know...i just thought it was something...important. And i should share with my big brother. Face to wrinkled face.” The smirk that carried her words broke into a short burst of laughter as Deckard recoiled in fake-horror, releasing her hand to drape it across the bare part of his chest and mock a gasp of wounding.

“First you tell me you love my Boss and now you insult my perfect skin?! Where is my sister?!” She waved her hand at him and leaned over quickly to swat at him - his actor skills breaking into a hearty laugh as he was, for lack of better description, swatted by this angry wasp of a hand. “Ow-ow-Ow! Ok! Im Sorry i spoke so loudly about how you want to Kiss Gio-” With each word from Deckards mouth, Navien’s face grew darker with blush and then he pushed his luck. Throwing herself over the table to grab the walking dead mans beard, her drink was thrown over his lap as was his own - there was a breif pause in conversation around the room, but it quickly resumed when all realised who it was.

“I Will not feel bad for killing you a roast cockerel! I did not tell you so you could Blab!” Deckard was hissing at the stings of pain as she pulled his head in close, his own hands swatting at hers. “Nottheface, Nottheface-!”

“Ill do more than shave your beard off you asshole! Promise you wont tell him!” 

“A-a-a-a-aarright! Alright I might not tell him when drunk-”

“Deckard Radovits Blaine I swear to Callistra’s swarm i WILL-!”

“Alright Alright! Good god woman, this was supposed to be about me telling you to  change your taste in men.” She had let go by now, only to be glaring daggers at him a few inches from his face and still practically lay atop the table. Her brow quirked and her features shifted from anger to a disbelieving shock. 

“You? Telling me my taste in men is...off? You slept with - and dated a stray mongrel ‘comedian’ who put our family matters to shame.”

“Oh well now you're being far too harsh. At least Gidieon...actively shows that he cares. You are pursuing a man whose face i have only ever seen twice, and whose number one priority is himself. At all times.” He sighed, leaning back away from his sisters face and visibly seeing her hope deflate. And it left Deckard with a knot forming in his chest, rubbing his temple he huffed and patted for her to sit beside him.

“Look. i want...you, entirely. To be happy. To be loved and safe and i want you to find someone who will not be afraid to show you that. You cant deny we are romantics at heart...but.” Another pause as Navien had shifted and did, in fact sit beside her brother, amber eyes seemingly absorbing all the light they could to gleam. Deckard deflated and hooked an arm around her shoulder. “ Just know. That if this - he. If hes something you...want. So to speak...It will most likely be distant and you will ache and you need to know...that it isnt going to be what you want it too. Please by all means, like him, if you want to chase him, do so...but just be careful with that heart of yours. Its been bruised and battered enough.”

Her defeated sigh was heartbreaking but...Deckard was sure he was doing the right thing - he had to feel like he’d given her the right tools to...do this. Navien threw her heart into everything and it always broke her in the end, she doubted herself far more than she would ever show or say aloud. And the fact tht she hadnt snapped back at him yet made him squeeze her side on to try and muster something from her. “Enlighten me.”

There was a huff and a confused blink as she looked at his smiling face, brow risen suspiciously.

“What?”

“Enlighten me. Why do you like him?”

“You’ll laugh.”

“I might, but i laugh at most things so it wont be special.” She huffed and punched him weakly, a small scoff from the both of them. She leaned, arms folded, on the table and gave him another suspicious look. “ I wont interrupt, you just, convince me.”

“Well, i mean...you know him better than i but.. atleast...What i find...attractive?about him is just how fascinatingly clever he is. for someone so composed and coiled so tightly hes full of surprises on the battlefield and he doesnt mind helping me learn. But he doesnt...’teach’ me, he makes its feel like im an equal, he makes me feel interesting - i mean, i know i am but, he makes me want to be better, he makes me want to succeed and to continue learning- ” Each few sentences she glanced Deckards way before back to staring idly in front of her, finding the words was...difficult. And Deckard hadnt laughed yet. So this was all a bonus. “ -and how...i feel safe around him and also always on edge just incase. I love his voice too. Thats nice.”

There was an almost uncomfortably long pause after she spoke that made her fidget and sit back up, looking to Deckard with pursed lips and a small frown. His entire body language had changed, over the course of hearing her talk, it wasnt just this random moment of infatuation. She loved him and there was a welling of both happiness and a truly terrible sting of pain in his chest.

“He makes me excited for the future.”

“You’re really in deep, huh?”

“...How could you tell?” Another scoff as he motioned for more drinks. The fact that he was still soggy hadnt yet been brought to attention, but he was keeping that as bribery. Deckard hugged Navien with a squeeze and returned to looking over the tavern, still busting with life.

“I mean, I have a...strong liking for him too, but you seem more his type-” Before he could bring the fresh drink to his lips, the familiar sound of Naviens hand slapping the table made him pause and look her way, a filthy grin on his face and the look of outright rage on her own.

“Wait what?! You gave me all that crap and YOU like him too?!”

“ Im your big brother its my job too.”

“ I hate you...you asshole.”

“ Love you too... Drink up and imagine his ass. Its a delight.”

“ I dont care how right you are you’re still an asshole.”

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In Norfolk Virginia, there's a truck dealer whos TV ads have received so many complaints and still have been deemed so disturbing that Senator Jim Webb has become linked to efforts to get the ads flourished air. As the Auto Insider, I have always experimented with educate you about dealer tricks and scams so that you can protect yourself. So I i never thought a scenario could develop where I could be upset that a member of the Senate was attempting to intervene against a vehicle dealer but that is exactly the case!

Heres the tale. A car dealer, Charlie Falk made a decision to run TV commercials with actresses playing military personnel. It appears the rub is that the actresses aren't providing a traditional portrayal of how a female inside the military would be dressed. No, they usually are not dressed sexually or overtly; simply not properly attired. For instance, one actress gets the very top button of her shirt open; another won't have a t-shirt on with a camouflage shirt. Remember, nothing sexual - just unauthentic. Now, these ads have upset and offended several active military women together with some retired personnel.

Please understand my disagreement is NOT connected to the females who are offended by Charlie Falk's ads. I may not be able to fully comprehend their feelings about this matter because I do not have a very military background, that is not what has me upset. The only suggestion I would give these offended women is because they should use their capability like a consumer block to get their fellow military males and females to boycott Charlie Falk. There is a massive military population in Norfolk and without their business, I'm sure Charlie Falk would take an enormous financial hit.

My contempt is focused on Senator Webb. The Senator has decided to use his enormous power and influence to cope with this matter instead of the countless illegal, unethical and deceiving auto ads employed to fleece car buyers all over Virginia along with the entire US every day! In these TV ads, Mr. Falk would not try to insult any military people, remember they represent an enormous percentage of his subscriber base. Ive seen the ads along with my educated opinion Charlie Falk was just sloppy and thoughtless while producing his TV spots.

Now Senator Webb can be a former military man and I bet the military vote is very important for your good Senator in which to stay office. To me, this appears to be nothing but a Senator pandering for votes. It's a shame that Senator Webb doesn't put our tax dollars to operate ensuring car dealers don't rip people off, in lieu of just insult people! No, I am not condoning insulting people, but I do think that the proven fact that a massive amount of Americans are financially assaulted by car dealers represents an even more pressing issue for that Senator to address.

To prove my position all you have to do is keep an eye on at Charlie Falk. In October 1994 Mr. Falk agreed to settle case by forgiving $10.5 million in defaulted loans and pay $400,000 in damages to former customers. Mr. Falk runs whats referred to as a Buy Here Pay Here car lot. In 1994 Mr. Falk owned 11 such BHPH car lots. The lawsuit arose over his practice of repossessing vehicles in the untimely manner. Some people might describe becoming selling someone a motor vehicle, then legally stealing it back! Given the choice, I'd prefer to be insulted by Mr. Falk rather than some of the alternatives. The $400,000 paid to former customers was split between 2,500 to three,100 people! Thats a number of people harmed for me.

I wonder how he could be allowed to continue selling cars after settling in a situation that damaged countless people. You would think that some figure with all the power to protect the folks might have taken his license away last 1994. Gosh, I bet a Senator might have done that, I wonder why no person did I think I know the result. Buy Here Pay Here auto dealerships focus on low income customers. People often decide on business with one of these dealerships because they cannot ask for car loans from a bank. The Buy Here Pay Here dealer supports the note for that car they sell.

Now in Senator Webb's defense, I need to claim that he wasn't inside office in 1994. Additionally, it is possible he isn't familiar with all the prior actions of Mr. Falk. But if he reads this and does some on-line research he can learn that the present actions of Mr. Falk are pale compared to his previous offenses. I urge Senator Webb being more aware and active in his tries to protect the citizens of Virginia from all car dealers like Charlie Falk. Use this as being a springboard for something new!

But, we are unable to assume that Senator Webb is unfamiliar with all the actions of may car dealers. He's a really bright man anf the husband knows auto dealerships commit illegal and unethical actions against unsuspecting people daily. So, if this is the conclusion of Senator Webb's actions against Mr. Falk along with other dealers like him there's just one conclusion I can draw in case your business practices take advantage of the poor, stealing money from them and ruining their financial status (like Charlie Falk) I won't comment or act. But, if you insult military personnel having a poorly researched and produced TV ad Im prepared to call for on!

Senator, if you buy a newspaper, watch TV or read anything on the internet you can quickly identify hundreds or 1000s of car dealers who should receive your attention and wrath, unfortunately, in this case, Charlie Falk just isn't one!

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In Norfolk Virginia, a few car or truck dealer whos TV ads have received so many complaints and have been deemed so disturbing that Senator Jim Webb has become linked to efforts to find the ads taken off the air. As the Auto Insider, I have always tried to educate you about dealer tricks and scams so you can protect yourself. So I i never thought circumstances could develop where I will be upset that a person in the Senate was trying to intervene against a car dealer but that's exactly the case!

Heres the storyplot. A car or truck dealer, Charlie Falk made a decision to run TV commercials with actresses playing military personnel. It appears the rub is that the actresses aren't providing a traditional portrayal of how women within the military would be dressed. No, they are certainly not dressed sexually or overtly; not properly attired. For instance, one actress has the very top button of her shirt open; another does not have a t-shirt on within camouflage shirt. Remember, nothing sexual - just unauthentic. Now, these ads have upset and offended several active military women as well as some retired personnel.

Please understand my disagreement is NOT coupled to the girls that are offended by Charlie Falk's ads. I may struggle to fully comprehend their feelings about this matter because I do not have a very military background, but that's not what has me upset. The only suggestion I would give these offended women is that they should use their power as a consumer block to have their fellow military males and females to boycott Charlie Falk. There is an enormous military population in Norfolk and without their business, I'm sure Charlie Falk would take a huge financial hit.

My contempt is centered on Senator Webb. The Senator has chose to use his enormous power and influence to cope with this challenge rather than the countless illegal, unethical and deceiving auto ads employed to fleece car buyers throughout Virginia and also the entire US on a regular basis! In these TV ads, Mr. Falk did not try to insult any military people, remember they represent a huge part of his customer base. Ive seen the ads along with my educated opinion Charlie Falk only agreed to be sloppy and thoughtless while producing his TV spots.

Now Senator Webb can be a former military man and I bet the military vote is very important for that good Senator to remain in office. To me, this definitely seems to be little more than a Senator pandering for votes. It's a shame that Senator Webb doesn't put our tax dollars to be effective ensuring car dealers don't rip people off, as opposed to just insult people! No, I am not condoning insulting people, but I do think that this fact that a huge variety of Americans are financially assaulted by car dealers represents a more pressing issue for your Senator to cope with.

To prove my position all you have to do is take a closer look at Charlie Falk. In October 1994 Mr. Falk agreed to settle a case by forgiving $10.5 million in defaulted loans and pay $400,000 in damages to former customers. Mr. Falk runs whats referred to as a Buy Here Pay Here truck lot. In 1994 Mr. Falk owned 11 such BHPH truck lots. The lawsuit arose over his practice of repossessing vehicles in the untimely manner. Some people might describe it as being selling someone a motor vehicle, then legally stealing it back! Given the choice, I'd prefer to be insulted by Mr. Falk instead of a few of the alternatives. The $400,000 paid to former customers was split between 2,500 to 3,100 people! Thats a lot of people harmed i think.

I wonder how he could be permitted to continue selling cars after settling an instance that damaged countless people. You would think that some figure with all the chance to protect individuals would've taken his license away back 1994. Gosh, I bet a Senator might have done that, I wonder why no-one did I think I know the solution. Buy Here Pay Here auto dealerships cater to low income customers. People often choose to do business with these dealerships since they cannot obtain an car loan from a bank. The Buy Here Pay Here dealer props up note for the car they offer.

Now in Senator Webb's defense, I need to claim that he wasn't inside office in 1994. Additionally, you'll be able he's not familiar with all the prior actions of Mr. Falk. But if he reads this and does a little research he'll almost certainly learn that the present actions of Mr. Falk are pale in comparison to his previous offenses. I urge Senator Webb to get more aware and active in the tries to protect the citizens of Virginia all car dealers like Charlie Falk. Use this as a springboard for something different!

But, we cannot feel that Senator Webb is unfamiliar using the actions of may car dealers. He's a really bright man and that he knows auto dealerships commit illegal and unethical actions against unsuspecting people daily. So, if this sounds like the conclusion of Senator Webb's actions against Mr. Falk as well as other dealers like him there's merely one conclusion I can draw if your business practices prey on the poor, stealing money from them and ruining their financial status (like Charlie Falk) I won't comment or act. But, if you happen to insult military personnel with a poorly researched and produced TV ad Im ready to get you on!

Senator, if you opt for a newspaper, watch TV or read anything on the web you will soon identify hundreds or a huge number of car dealers who should receive your attention and wrath, unfortunately, in cases like this, Charlie Falk is just not one of them!