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Wild Horses

Part 4

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Doctor!Reader, other characters x reader

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

A/N: I hope y’all like this chapter and I apologize if it took long! Reblogs and feedback are much appreciated, I love hearing y’alls thoughts. Don't be afraid to stop by and say hi and if there are any ideas you guys would like to have in this story, just let me know! And as always, I hope you lovelies have a beautiful day! 💜💜💜 Also I apologize if some of the tags don't go through, I make sure to add each and every one of you lovelies but the tagging system here sucks ass.

Story Summary: Imagine being the new physician assigned to the team and a certain masked individual takes a new keen concealed interest in you. The two of you are too awkward to function.

Chapter Summary: 🎶Don't be suspicious.🎶

Warnings and notes: language, violence, blood and gore, fluff, angst, slow-burn, mentions of sexual themes

(Quick Disclaimer: I am not a doctor nor have any professional knowledge or experience involving surgical procedures. I am just a student studying in the medical field who has just started taking courses that are more degree-related. So I apologize if some of the stuff may be inaccurate.)

🍂Simon Riley. Simon MOTHERFUCKING Riley. The only man to exist that has managed to accomplish aggravating you in every possible way imaginable. For a woman known to have a great deal of patience, he sure as hell didn’t even need to lift a finger to break that record. Might as well put him in the Guinness Book of World Records for ‘The Most Stubborn Asshole Man Alive’ because you’re pretty sure if you looked up the words stubborn and asshole in a dictionary, his face would pop up.

🍂All you did was help stitch him up from a gunshot wound that could’ve gone way south if not done correctly. And when you tell him to come to you if he has any injures or illnesses because you want to help him, what does he do? What does this asshole of a man do? Insults you! Right to your face! I mean sure it wasn’t a direct insult nor were any of his words particularly insulting, but it was still rude and it offended you.

🍂“Meh don’ bother. I’m a big tough dummy and I eat rocks and tea for breakfast. I don’ need your help.” You mock with a shake of your head and a widened stance, mimicking both the voice and stature of the masked English soldier. The little ‘altercation’ had left you nearly fuming, pushing you to go outside to get some of that chilly night air in order to cool off. “I bet you use Gorilla Glue on all your wounds and call it a day.” You scoff, returning to your original posture. You better pray Ghost isn't lurking around somewhere unless you want your ass beat.

🍂Your dad had always taught you kindness and patience, being the down-to-earth soul he was, but boy was this man absolutely testing the everlasting shit out of you. You almost had to mutter out a small apology in your father’s honor for the obscene and colorful language that fell from your lips. But the more you thought about the absolute 6'4 idiot of a man, the more you became frustrated over it. All that body mass and not a single ounce of a brain. How he has managed to come this far without dying of an infection, you have no clue.

“Hope you like that fucking sour apple Dum-Dum you lollipop thief. You’re lucky I don’t dye your stupid mask pink.” You don't know what came in you in that heated moment but next thing you know you were practically planning your funeral and writing a will of your inheritance for your cat back home. Because if there's one thing you shouldn't do, it's kicking a random metal can just lying around on the street. Let's just say you were fucked because the sound that came out of you was equivalent to the screeching of a dying narwhal. The way the throbbing in your big toe had you clutching the wall and wheezing like a fish reeled right out of the water begging the creator for mercy was enough to produce some sweat out of you. And just your luck, as if the night couldn’t get any worse, Price had heard the noise and went to investigate it. Shouldn't this man have better things to do?

The face you pulled would have risen some concern from your colleagues back at the hospital in the states, a widened smile and pain-filled eyes, and you can’t help but to thank the poorly lit lamp streets for obstructing it. You swear you feel like your head is about to explode from the way you tried to keep it all together. But as Price asked if you were alright, looking over your stiffened and awkward stance, one hand out on the wall and your injured foot crossed over the other, all you could do was nod frantically and let out a wheezed ‘Yup. Finer than frog hair split four ways’. You pray that he doesn’t think you’re constipated or something from the strain in your voice. Coward. I would have faked a fall and had him carry me over the threshold.

Price of course doesn’t get American lingo and has no clue what the fuck you just said but takes it as a yes. Just you wait till he goes back in and tells the others what he heard. The man practically opens up the computer and searches up the phrase that you uttered just to find the meaning, all while the others crowd around. And after scrolling through a bunch of different articles involving different American slang, they collectively decide to learn a bunch of them in order to communicate with you. I lied. Because literally from this day forth, they randomly spit out different words and phrases just to tease your American accent. Actually Soap is the only one who does that………….just Soap.

Anyways……..

When Price finally closes the door behind him, you’re back to gritting your teeth and cursing at the pain in your toe and blaming it for your misfortunes, waiting a couple minutes so as to not run into the captain or the others before hurrying limping back into the building and into your room.

What did I tell ya. Should have just asked for Price to carry you back.

After inspecting your toe as what felt to be broken, you were glad to find out that it was just a grade 1 sprain. As painful as it was, for a successful recovery all it needed was some ice, taping, drugs, and a lot of rest. Rest......right. Like you were gonna get any of that.

Should've just reported it to Price.

Guess you can add one more injury to your list of things that are in the process of healing. The men come back from the mission bloodied and bruised with gunshot wounds, and you…….well you sprain your toe from trying to kick a can of beans or whatever the hell that stupid metal cylinder was filled with.

As if you weren't stressed enough before. Now you had to worry about hiding this tiny injury from the rest of the team to prevent them worrying about you. Also because you don’t want them to start asking questions about how it happened in the first place and find out that a can of beans was the culprit behind it. Hm, sounds a lot like someone else.

When you finally laid in bed that night, drugged out on melatonin and pain killers and wearing an oversized tee and a pair of shorts, you couldn’t stop drumming your fingers against your stomach, your injured foot propped up on a pillow with your big toe wrapped and taped up looking like you borrowed Fred Flintstone’s foot. Now just how were you going to hide that? It’s not like you can just grab a pair of those circus clown shoes or an orthopedic boot or some crutches and hope no one notices. And while you stared up at the ceiling, the drumming of your fingers coming to a stop as you contemplated on the idea while waiting to crash out from the melatonin you took, there is only one thing left that came to mind. So, in one swift motion, you grab the spare pillow closest to you and scream into it. A really long, really shrill scream that would have put the banshees to shame. Yup. You can now say you had officially reached your breaking point.

And what happens when you’re stressed? You have strange dreams, like really strange dreams. I’m talking weird vivid outlandish shit that feel too real kind of dreams. Because when you wake up the next morning, sweat beaded at your forehead, you can only think about the very explicit dream you had last night. The one involving you and the team and a series of very……………how can I say this, rated porn shit. It all felt real, too fucking real, because when you move your legs over to hang off the side of the bed, there’s a tenderness there and well………….everything else that comes with it.

“Yo what the actual fucking shit.” You groan, resting your elbows onto your thighs as you shove your face into your hands and rub at your forehead and cheeks.

How the hell were you going to face the team after waking up from something like that? You could almost paint a picture of the entire sequence as if it just happened, and boy was the image going to be burned into the back of your mind like the searing of a branding iron.

You were embarrassed just thinking about it. Every time you closed your eyes, you were reminded of the way their hands and lips roamed every inch of your body, the way their skin almost burned against yours, the stubble of their facial hair grazing against the sensitive skin that lined your inner thighs and the wetness of their tongues, the sounds of their low grunts and moans that escaped from deep within their chests that mingled with your soft ones as their heated breaths fanned your neck, the sharp smell of metal that paired with the rhythmic swaying of their dog tags as they dangled above you with each movement, and the pulling sensation in the pit of your stomach after reaching your high with each of them.

And then there was Ghost, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, the way he looked you over with disgust while you were on your back when each of them hovered over you. And when he finally stood in front of you, when there seemed to be no one else, glaring down at you from under that mask of his, and uttering one single phrase, 'you harlot of a tart', you woke up. Typical ole Ghost. An asshole in reality and an asshole in dreams.

You needed air, a shower, and a change of clothes, desperately. Price had given you the day off when you finished patching the men up last night. And that is exactly what you were going to do. But first you needed to clean yourself up, preferably with holy water if there was any, and then........well...you needed to get out of this building and get some fresh air because what in the 60s psychedelic orgy was that.

Lazily getting up from your bed, you quickly tie your tangled hair up in a simple bun and slide on a pair of slippers over your fuzzy socks, throwing on your plush Grogu and Mandalorian patterned robe over your sleeping clothes and pulling the hood of your robe over your head to provide extra warmth. Today was a much needed day off after the shit storm that was yesterday. As part of your regular morning routine on the days you didn't work, you grab your other mug that you finally found after rummaging through your things; the one shaped like the head of Kermit the Frog and decide to make yourself a cup of coffee to wake yourself up first and foremost.

Making sure to balance your weight on your uninjured foot, you wobble over to the kitchen, your empty mug in hand and your bottle of pain pills in the other that rattled slightly every time you dragged your feet across the floor. Your eyes tear up as you let out a long and dragged out yawn, squinting in the process which prevents you from seeing just what you were walking into as you place your mug on the countertop with a high-pithed clink.

If you thought today was going to have some mercy on your poor soul........................well you're wrong. Because while you have your back turned to the dining table behind you as you try to start up the coffee machine, you had forgotten that the thing was still broken in the first place, and also the fact that you live with five, now six, other men, and their eyes were now all on you. Girl if you don't turn your ass around-

"Mornin-"

"Sweet baby Jesus!" You nearly jump a foot into the air, spinning around in a frenzy with a wild look to see that the whole crew had been at the dining table the entire time and that you weren’t the only one scared out of their wits.

Did you just say ‘sweet baby Jesus?’ They haven’t heard that one before.

You stare wide-eyed in fright at the men seated at the table, your hair a mess and your heart so close to bursting out of your ribcage you swear you'd have to chase after it as you clutch the counter behind you.

There is an obvious awkward silence in the air as everyone stares at the inharmonious mess that is you and your startled state, curiously eyeing the large Grogu ears that were attached to the sides of the hood of your Star Wars plush robe and your bare calves that peeked out from underneath the hem down to your fuzzy socks that had cats all over it. You're practically following their eyes as they look over to your bottle of pills and your Kermit mug on the counter beside you before looking back at you. Oh to be able to read what went through their heads.

Despite your clashing wardrobe that made him question your taste in attire, there was one thing Ghost had focused on more, one that was obvious to those who knew it, a dainty tattoo of the unmistakable silhouette of a rose along the side of your calf. Was that the same rose off of Depeche Mode's 'Violator' album cover? It sure was, because right in the center of the stem where the rose was cut off, were the words 'violator' in cursive. Be still his heart. Is this man planning a proposal and your entire wedding? He was almost curious to find out what other bands or artists you listened to. Maybe he'll sneak a peek at your playlist-

"Howdy! You eh...........ya look worn slap out......I reckon." Soap smiles, trying to mimic the southern American accent but failing miserably, which only earns a round of groans of agitation at the table as the team roll their eyes. All but König of course, he's just as clueless as you are. He wasn't there when the team were searching up American slang.

You-what? The hell is this man on about?

"Jesus-" Price rolls his eyes at Soap's antics as he goes to take a sip of his coffee.

"......................" You're still mute. Your eyes dart between each of them, your thoughts only replaying the pornographic images of your dream as this sudden irrational fear begins to develop that they might be able to get a glimpse of your thoughts. Make a run for it-

"................Ye awright there wee lass? Yer lookin’ a bit peely wally." Soap's smile drops.

You're lookin a bit what?

"Mate, shut up." Gaz whispers to Soap after noticing your disconcerted expression. It was making him nervous, no doubt, and the fact that you weren't saying anything only made it worse.

The whole team were practically waiting for you to say something, but all you could do was stare. Girl either you say something or just take your clothes off and let them have you right then and there on the dining table, bandaged toe and everything if your dream distracts you that much-

"Guten morgen schatz (good morning love)." König sent a wave in your direction to try to ease the tension only to drop his hand back down after seeing that you did not respond. Poor dude is worried you’ve fallen ill and is practically sitting on the edge of his seat, analyzing every detail of your body language and ready to leap to your rescue in case you show any signs of falling unconscious.

Even Ghost couldn't stop the annoyed sigh/huff that escaped, shaking his head at the uncomfortable and nuisance of a situation as he took a sip of his tea, the motion catching your attention. That is when you first noticed that he had the lower half of his mask lifted up to his nose. Was this the first you had seen of part of his face? You found yourself tracing over the outline of his jaw and the cool-toned, medium blonde stubble the color of pale sand after a storm that lined the skin there, following along the curves of his lips and noticing the small scar that traveled down until his words from your dream echoed in your head, the same lips that said to you 'you harlot of a tart'. And as you lifted your gaze to his eyes, you found them narrowing at you. Shit.

"There's uh.......there's a cuppa coffee for you in the fridge there." Price nods towards the fridge near you, hoping that would snap you out of whatever trance you are in. I mean if you don't want it, I'll take it.

"....................." You had this overwhelming urge to puke and the last thing you wanted was to unload your stomach's contents of microwaved pasta right in front of everyone.

"Eh....estas bien amor? (you alright love?)" Alejandro's words pull you out of your thoughts. Oh what I would give to have this man ask me if I'm alright-

Bitch just say something-

“Блядь (fuck).”

Wha-what? That’s not what I meant-

The men quickly give each other a glance from the side of their eye. Did you just blurt something in Russian?

".................sorry what?” You squint with a scrunch of your nose, pulling the collar of your robe over your braless chest as a faint heat rose to your cheeks, utterly terrified to look them in the eye lest you'd get flashbacks. Should've just made a run for it when you first saw them-

More silence, nonexistent chirping of crickets that makes you want to crawl into a hole and decompose. Then there is the sound of someone slurping. Who-NOW WHO'S SLURPING?

"Sorry." Gaz utters a quick apology, dragging his tongue over his lips as he places his cup of tea down on the table.

"The coffee machine is broken love." Price adds.

"I know that." You state with a blink, startling the men on how quickly you suddenly respond as if nothing happened as you shove your bottle of pills in the pocket of your robe before unplugging the machine from the wall and tucking it under your arm.

The team can't help but watch as you leave the area with your mug in hand and the coffee machine in the other, each of them as confused as the next. What in the-

"What the bloody hell was that?" Price blurts out.

"Don' know. Anyone know what's the matta' with her?" Gaz watches you go with concern in his brow.

"Ah dinnae ken." Soap shrugs as he takes a sip of his coffee. "Ah think some nugget-lavvy-heid meid her up tae high doh."

"Mate," Gaz rubs his face. "English-"

"Ah said." Soap translates. "Ah think some eejit has riled her up."

The way Ghost nearly snaps his head to glare at the Scot. Why does he have a feeling he was talking about him in particular? There's absolutely no fucking way-Wait. The lollie. The fucking sour apple lollie. Was that some kind of an insult?

"Well that's a load of rubbish." Price comments. "If ye ask me, she's just knackered from mending yer sorry arses up."

The way Soap, Alejandro, König, and Ghost glare at him.

"Yeh but......why'd she take the coffee maker?"

"She's prolly gonna give it a fix." Gaz answers Soap's questions with a shrug.

Soap sits back in his seat with a pause, pondering on what Gaz had just said before turning to him with a confused look. ".................but ah thowght she's a doctor."

"Fuckin' hell Soap."

By the time that you return to your room, slamming the door behind you, you're already cussing yourself out for acting the way you did back there. Now they definitely were going to think that something was wrong with you. And if they did, what would you say? That you had a dream y'all were playing multiplayer adult twister? No. HELL NO. You'd almost prefer them to think you were a spy and take you out-and I don't mean take you out as in dinner, I mean take you out as in a firing squad take you out. All the waterboarding and the fingernail-pulling in the world could not pry that info out of you. If only that dream did not affect you as much, if only.

Hm. You know what, maybe Ghost IS to blame in all of this. You only get wacky dreams when you're stressed. After all, he was the one who got under your skin, not Soap, not Gaz, nor Price, definitely not Konig, and not even Alejandro.

There was only one other person who ever managed to get on your nerves the first time you got to know them, only one person who never failed to make you roll your eyes every time they opened their mouth: your ex. But even then, at least the two of you got along no matter the snarky comments you made towards each other. And as annoying as he was at times, he always found a way to bring a smile onto your face no matter how hard you tried to hide it. Ghost on the other hand, well…….he’s something else alright. This man literally has you wanting to rip your own hair out and hike to the Himalayas to seek some kind of therapy yourself.

"God I'm such an idiot." You growl between clenched teeth, tossing the coffee machine into the trash before limping around your room with your hands on your hips. You definitely needed to get out of the building or else you just might go mad. And with the men there who just witnessed you at your most vulnerable and natural self, the last thing you wanted was to be within their vicinity. Changing out of your sleeping pajamas, you threw on an oversized hoodie and a pair of sweats, grabbing one of your beanies and tucking your hair into it before throwing on a pair of sneakers. You’re already cracked out on pain meds so you might as well run a few errands while you're out, as well as grab a new coffee machine because god knows that's the only thing that keeps you sane these days. You’re so caught up in the process of rushing to get the hell out of there that you fail to notice the masked soldier standing right beside your door a foot away.

“Holy fucking-!” You jump in your skin, hand clutching your chest once you notice Ghost leaning against the wall in the same exact stance like in your dream. Jesus fucking Christ. “Ghost! I uh did not see you there. You nearly had me rushing to the hospital for heart failure haha.” You laugh nervously through your teeth, trying to maintain your polite manners as to not anger the contracted killer. What the hell is he doing here and what does he want? Sending the man a polite smile in hopes that he would just go about his business, you pull your keys out of your pocket, the jingling of the metal making up for the extreme silence that filled the dusty air between the two of you.

“………………………”

Jesus fucking christ. He's just standing there isn't he-

"Uh. Can I help you?” You ask, turning to the man who only stared in your direction, as still as an unused puppet. Only he seems to ALWAYS have something up his ass. At least a puppet talks.

Damn that fuckin politeness of yours, Ghost thought to himself. “......................You're bein’ dodgy." He did not like the way you were acting back there. It was as if you were hiding something. And being the person he was, he found it suspicious.

Oh if he were to see the reason behind it. You're pretty sure it would make his mask blush.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You press your lips together, fixating on your keys in your hands as you try to lock your door.

"Your behavior. You're up to something."

Ah yes. Good ole Ghost. Trusting no one but himself, the little shit-

"Says the one standing right outside my room." You mutter to yourself, cursing under your breath at the way you fumbled your keys and were unable to lock your door due to how he glared at you as if you had put salt instead of sugar in the queen's tea. You bet your bottom you probably looked like a shmuck struggling with something as simple as locking the fucking door. If this dumbo doesn't scram-

"Come again?"

This man was really starting to get on one of your last nerves. “What? Didn't anyone ever tell you it’s rude to lurk outside a lady’s door? You can get your ass tased for some shit like that.” You snark before letting out a quick breath of air at finally getting your key in the lock. One step closer to getting the hell out.

There it is, the real you. Ghost almost can't help the way a slight amusement builds within him at watching you get riled up like this, the faintest hairline of a smirk begging to pull at the corner of his mouth. But despite his little fragment of entertainment from the show of emotion he had managed to string out from you, he had to remind himself the real reason he was here. “The hell are you up to?”

“Nunya.”

“Nunya?” Ghost narrows his eyes, not sure what you were getting at and at the same time not liking where this was going. He swears if this is one of your little tricks-

“Nunya damn beeswax that’s what.”

“What-“ Ghost straightens himself off the wall, hands lowered to his sides. Okay now you were just annoying.

“How was the sour apple lollipop?” You remark, not being able to hold back the snide comment that slipped from your lips. You prayed he would get the meaning behind your little 'token of gratitude' from last night.

You should not have said that-

Bitch I’d become a track star in the fraction of a second-

“You-“ Ghost takes a step towards you but stops from the way you whip your head towards him.

“I know you did it, you little burglar. What, you think I wouldn’t notice that some fish-and-chips-eating crackpot was ransacking my lollipop stash?”

Da foq did you just call him? Ghost is stupefied as he stands there blinking at you, hands ever so slightly tensing. How the bloody hell did you find out? Did you know about the apples as well? Please don't know about the apples- And as he tries to open his mouth to say something, you don't even give him a chance.

“You know, for someone that is known to be stealthy and whatnot, you sure do leave a mess of your Sephora eyeshadow everywhere.”

Oh now you’ve definitely popped a nerve.

“What? You gonna stab me?” You quirk a brow at watching him tense up. “Please, be my guest. Just make sure it’s quick and that I’m officially dead so my student debt disappears.”

Bitch don’t give him a reason tf-

Jesus you talk a bloody lot when you’re nervous, Ghost looks at you confused as he cocks his head back. Well he sure didn’t expect that answer. Doesn't change the fact that he's pissed though.

“You know, you should be glad I didn’t write your Skeletor ass up for not only neglecting medical treatment but also stealing my damn treats.”

“Ye’ve got some nerve ye little tosser-“ Ghost grabs you by your upper arm and yanks you to him as he glares down at you.

Your poor toe-

“Ow! Someone outta teach you some manners.” You sputter, surprised from his sudden and forceful movement. And yet, you can’t help but find yourself flustered at being manhandled no matter how much you tried to preserve your vexation towards him. Ohhh, were you attracted to this? Wait, am I attracted to this???? Nah-

“Yer a real pain in the arse you know that.” Ghost can’t help but to roll his eyes, knowing damn well he did not handle you that roughly to begin with, despite your reaction.

But you and I know it’s just your toe-

“Yeah no shit. I’ve been told.” You roll your eyes in a dramatic manner. “But if you wanna be real, you’re like a bad hemorrhoid if we’re being honest.”

Did you just-

“Whot the bloody hell did yuh just call me?” Ghost snarls as he yanks you even closer to him, your chest bumping into his. Did you just call him a fucking hemorrhoid?

The jerky movement elicits a small gasp from your lips, pried right out of your lungs before you glare back at him with as much as you can muster; your jaw clenched, brows drawn together, and your eyes shooting straight up into his even more menacing ones. You try not to think about those nonexistent slander of words he uttered to you. Dream or not, that shit hurt. And as you think back to the dream you had, you were swiftly brought back to the circumstance right in front of you, immediately aware of the lack of distance between the two of you and the way your chest was pressed up against his.

A heat starts to form in the pit of your stomach, slowly making its way from your core and unfurling out to every inch of your skin, like being brushed over with a velvety feather under the warmth of the sun. His grip on your arm is almost revering if it weren't for its threatening nature as you stare up at him, and you swear you could feel the subtlest shift in his fingers through the thick fabric of your hoodie from the way his thumb ever so slightly grazes across. Your sharp gaze softens, admiring the way the sun's rays from the nearby window lit up his lashes like wisps of gold, like the feathers of an oriole bird soaring over the deep brown valleys that resemble his eyes.

He smelled like last night’s whiskey, a hint of the cigarette he smoked this morning, and his cologne that smells of sandalwood and pine trees. It’s almost refreshing. And in this moment, you don’t even care that you literally look like a teenage boy with your hair tucked into your beanie, wearing a pair of converse and your vans baggie hoodie and sweats. There was only one thing on your mind, one thing only.

“Let go of me.” The only words you managed to breathe out.

“Or what?"

“…………..I’ll scream.”

*cue Princess Leia's theme*

Kiss him. *insert Emperor Palpatine voice* Do it-

You found yourself burning for this innate desire, this need for him to push you against the wall and have his way with you, to have him lift the bottom of his mask and feel his lips on yours, traveling down to the angle of your jaw and your neck and just about everywhere there was you, all of you. Simon had noticed this sudden shift in your demeanor, the way your biceps loosened under his fingers through the course fabric of his gloves, the way your lashes fluttered against the ridges and deep ravines of your irises as you stared up at him with a far-off look that yet seemed so close. Were you-no, can't be.

The way you looked under him appeared to lure him in, not to mention your scent, that same perfume that seemed to have dug its claws into him since the moment he first met you. His eyes now lowered to your parted lips as he found himself focusing on their shape and the short shallow breaths that drifted through, wondering about how they'd feel, their softness, their taste. And as his head lowered just the smallest inch towards you, he noticed once more the small circular scar on the side of your neck. Only this time, he was finally able to make out what it was, and it reminded him too much of his own past. How that scar came about to form on your skin, he had no clue. But it was none of his concern, he had to tell himself. Clenching his jaw, Ghost drew himself back, once again returning to that cold and forbidding presence that was there before.

Actually it’s a good thing you didn’t try to score a smooch. You’d probably just get WWE body-slammed-

“Can I go now?” You clear your throat. “I’ve got chickens to tend to and errands to run.”

"What errands?"

"Why? You gonna help me pick out some zucchinis?" You cock your head back. "Now if you could release that lego grip of yours I'd appreciate it."

Ghost lets out a hmph, the only thing he can do despite his frustration as he loosens his grip just as you tear your arm away from him.

“Thank you." You give him a condescending smile before reaching into your tote bag to grab something while Ghost watches you intently, hoping it’s not another lollie. Lies. Y'all know he wants one-

“Here are your blood results by the way since you refused to stop by my office to go over them.” You slap the papers onto his chest, which earns you another glare from him. “So don’t come whining to me when you don’t understand a thing it says on there.” You snark one last time before heading off to the front entrance.

"Oh and another thing." You turn back around. "I'd cut down on the smoking and drinking if I were you."

All Ghost could do was watch you walk off with the slightest stomp in your step before breathing out a “Fuckin h-“

“Goddamn son a bitch.” You grit your teeth, stuffing your hands in the pocket of your hoodie once you step out of the building. You swear that man goes out of his way to annoy the everlasting shit out of you. “Fucking shitbag cumguzzler ass-OH MY GOD!”

You stop suddenly at the sound of a small animal, your eyes wide and mouth hung open as you look towards the ground to see a tiny tabby kitten trotting in your direction from the bushes, it's tail fluffed straight up in the air as it was excited to see you.

“Hi there little guy.” You coo at the small ginger ball of fur making its way towards you before bending down and reaching a hand out. "What're you doing here all by yourself huh?"

The kitten stares at your outstretched hand, giving it a sniff before finally rubbing its head against your palm with its eyes shut. You almost had to bite your tongue from the squeal that just ripped out of your throat. I lied. You did squeal.

“Ahhh omg." Your smiled, your heart swelling at seeing the kitten warm up to you as it came up even closer and lifted its tiny paws to rest up on your bent knees. It was as if you had completely forgotten the mayhem that was today, as if it was just you and this tiny kitten and no one else.

"Oh you’re coming home with me.” You carefully pick up the kitten with both your hands before cradling it against your chest, stroking your tired fingers through its soft and yet dusty fur.

“Mew.” The kitten let out another meow, the small rumbling in his chest vibrating against yours as his pupils widened, nearly blackening out his pale yellow irises as he stared up at you.

“You know what." You gasp. "I shall call you Spot." (Kudos if you know where the name is from.)

“Mew”

“You don't have any siblings hiding out in the bushes ready to jump me and steal my credit cards do ya?"

“Mew.”

“Shit.” You mutter out, your smile dropping as a realization comes to you. How the hell were you going to hide the kitten?

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kuni-is-daddy · 11 months

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Okay, but Lesser Lord!Reader riding Scara and him praising them and saying how lucky he is to be ridden and pleasured by a god like them. Just fluffy, soft sex with Scara, and maybe a bit of brat taming.

This man has such a chokehold on me

SUB!WANDERER X LESSOR LORD FEM!READER PART 4?

featuring:? A bit of paimon and the traveler(Can be aether or lumine, didnt use a specific gender)

//Lessor lord Y/n Teases with the name Hatguy, Sabzeruz Festival Event Spoilers!, Use of mommy~

word count: 1.43k

Scara masterlist! Scara x Lessor lord masterlist

"What? You think im TRYING to think the worst of lessor lord y/n? Incase you've forgotten Traveler..Im not a saint." wanderer scoffed while retrieving the archives of Sachin's research from paimon. "Tch- Ugh- Paimon thinks your being pretty harsh HAT GUY! be nice to y/n or paimons gonna give you a UGLY NICKNAME! She gave you a education and healthcare!" the floating child stomped her feet. "Because im her prisoner, you lowly creature. And healthcare is free in sumeru, Dont need it anyway, im a puppet incase your so dum to remember. She wouldnt-" A cool lavender scented air coated the hot desert. Stopping the puppet as he remembered the familiar sent. "You think so.. Should i treat you as my prisoner hat guy?"

You walked up towards your group of friends and 'prisoner' as your caped swayed throughout the breeze. Taking the files from hatguy with a smirk on your face. "Hah. You already do, Having me run errands for you like a dog. But if doing this gives me worth. Then so be it." He said while looking down at you. "Is that what this is about hat guy? You want to feel worthy in the eyes of a god~" With your free hand you tugged at his feathered ornament. Smoothly rubbing along the prickles. Paimon and traveler looked with flustered expressions at your teasing. "You know hat guy~ I was hoping you could make some friends but..I guess that didnt work out hm? Busy making enemies with your saviors-" "Unnecessary. I dont need anymore reasons to be indebt to you." He placed his warm hand along your arm. Watching you tinker with his worth. "Then we can start off with you being a scholar how about that? Even prisoners have a right to education." Paimon coughed at the interaction, "I- uhm Y/N? as the god of wisdom. what do you plan to do with sachins research? It is 'negative' wisdom after all." You gazed and pulled away from his touch and began flipping through the archive. "Well paimon, As the god of wisdom I have to guide everyone to wisdom, even good or bad. But I will seal away his knowledge as his ideals are more deemed as corrupted and-" "Tch. Talk about a speech, What about mine huh? Is that why you have me doing this? Because i have 'corrupt' knowledge and see me as a pawn?" You sighed at his interruption, then smirked at the choice of words. "Well..I can help you with your 'corruption' myself, Mr hat guy~" You closed the book roughly, making the two snap out of their disturbed daze. "Paimon, Traveler. Come by the akademiya later today and ill have him drop off the rest of your things regarding the festival. Until then~" You greeted them goodbye with a smile. With a flick of your finger the wanderer wasnt too far behind you. Mumbling and giving death glares to his 'saviors' over another task he had to do.

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Thunder and lightning struck through your blurry view of sumeru city, You sat at Wanderers small desk writing about what interested on you sachins research for his thesis. How could a wealthy man be so bothered by society? One that he technically can change with a bag of mora. But you had your own changes to worry about. Apep, a former ruler of sumeru that existed since the start of the Heavenly principals. With all that knowledge the dragonette had, many of your questions could be answered without the use of irminsul. Along with eternal protection for your nation. You just needed a way..some sort of 'contract' to get that information from apep. "Ugh, what am i thinking..Im acting like morax and Ei with these ideals." You laid your bare head on the desk. Tapping your pen while thinking of ways to get more from the dragon.

After what felt like never ending rain, you heard a click of the doorknob and a light dangle of bells. "Well. How did it go? I trust that you gave them what they needed. Hat guy?" The puppet walked into the room. Brushing off the water on his hat. "Tsk. In the rain if that makes you feel any better..And would you stop calling me that? There's no need." He placed his hat on the hanger then laid on your side of the bed, Already undressed into a shirt and shorts. "Hm.. But I like it~" You pulled the chair back, turning around to face the lean puppet. "I never thought the god of wisdom would be so childish..." he sighed. "Don't you like it? the honor of having your nickname picked out by a god." you got up out of your chair and began walking towards the bed. The puppet stayed silent as you climbed onto his body.

"Aren't you lucky Scara. The god of wisdom treating you so well, giving you a home, education, anything you've wanted." His cock twitched in his pants at the name. Your cape swayed gently on his legs as you positioned yourself on top of him. "I-I told you before, it's unnecessary. I'm your pris-" before he could get another word out you leaned down and laid kisses along his neck. Sinking further into the pillow as he covered his muffled moans. "Y-y/n you- ah..." "Is that all you think you are hatguy? The prisoner of a god...I think your worthy of more..." You whispered in his ear as your clothed clit rubbed back and forth against his crotch. "F-fuck...shut up..stoph..saying..that..~" he trailed his hands along your top while you sucked at his neck. Recklessly tugging at the buttons that kept your cape hooked. "Mmm..your such a brat hat guy...maybe you don't deserve it." You flicked his hand off your torn cape and began pulling away from his hot body. "N-no! Wait..." He sat up as you crawled off the bed "... I want it..y/n.." you crossed your arms. "Hmm..I don't know hat guy~ what's the magic word?" You grinned as he gripped onto the sheets in frustration, covering his embarrassingly hard cock. "Maybe.. I'll just go finish up in my room~ you seem a little tired-" "P-please.. I want it y/n.. I cant- i-" suddenly you smashed your lips against his, the both of you fell back on the pillow as he wrapped his arms around you with no hesitation. Exchanging spit as the puppets body began to heat up between each breath. "Hah.. more~ more please" "mhm? what do you want scara~ mmm how do you want your god to make you feel good?"

"I- inside...f-fuck me.." you sighed at his words. "Such a vulgur puppet you are.. wanting your god to fuck you like this.." you parted lips, then looked down to his bulge. "We can't have down here being covered, can we?" You pulled his pants down to reveal his wet length, stained in precum. "Your so big scara..~" you pulled your skirt and underwear off, climbing ontop of him once more, both of your pre oozing onto eachother while you guided his length to your hole, brushing the tip along it. "Hah...fuck..d-dont tease me...I-" you sunk his length deep inside of you while a moan spilled from your lips "Ah~ your doing so well scara~ filling up your god just like that~" his hips buckled up at your praise. "Y-y/n your so warm i- oh fuck!" He gripped onto your waist, pushing you farther into his length as you began riding him, biting your lips from the ecstasy of his tight grip. "Mmm your such a good boy scara, taking your reward for being so good for me, for your god~" "Ah~ yes, s' good! Just for you! Don't stop mommy~ please!" The puppets body began to heat up even more. He trained himself to breathe to fit in with humans, but not like this..not so roughly and begging like a dog in heat from the pleasure he felt. "Such a lucky boy aren't you? Do you wanna cum inside your god?" "Y-yes! Please- wanna cum! Let me mommy! I'll be a good prisoner- a good puppet! A-anything please~" you giggled at the way the once false god dropped his pride, the pleasure from being inside you and feeling loved was too much for him. You did give him everything, everything he ever wanted from a person, from his god. "Shit...Then I can't turn you down since you asked so nicely baby~ cum for mommy, cum for your god~" His nails stung into your skin while your moans echoed throughout your room. "Hah..oh God mommy I'm gonna- i- inside! It's coming!!" The puppets brain overheated and turned to mush from your warmth "mommy! I- im- AH~" with a few rocks of your hips he shot his load inside of you, coating his sticky and warm liquid along your walls. You rode out your high, dripping your own juices onto his own length and shirt while the puppet watched with practical hearts for pupils and a mouth leaking drool. Hazily as you shifted down to his dripping shaft and kissed at it with your wet lips. "Now im going to give you your reward, my prisoner~"

Some of you liked cat!subby scara so this was another subby scara one

And yes health care really is free in sumeru according to one of alhaithams voice lines about kaveh getting scammed💀🤭❌

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rotin0 · 1 month

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Hetalia x reader fans, when are we getting those Gangsta!Hetalia x reader fanfics..?

And I’m not talking about a Gangsta AU or whatever we fans had made up during the past years NO GUYS I MEAN

HETALIA GANGSTA THE NEW THEME FOR THIS SEASON OF HETALIA

Like everyone is so hot in this THE OUTFITS?? HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THEM??

have..have you seen my Romano (breakdances 🏌️‍♂️🛹)

MUAH

I was hoping if I could see more x readers fanfics based off of this season bc that would be really cool I have some ideas.

WE COULD BRING BACK THE FORBIDDEN LOVE STORY FOLKS WITH THIS ONE LOVE PREVAILS ALL AM I RIGHT??

OR THE MEET CUTE ONES WHERE YOU DON’T KNOW THEY ARE GANGSTAS AND YOU JUST GEN THINK HE IS A NICE GUY BUT THEN BAM! IT IS REVEALED! BA DUM! WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? (This could also slowly turn into yandare if you want to go down that path…(i have no objections) (it sounds nice))

OR A SECRETARY READER THAT IS JUST A SIMPLE GIRL WORKING FOR ONE OF THE CHARACTERS AND ISNT ALL THAT SPECIAL BUT THEN SOMETHING HAPPENS MAKING THEM INVOLVED IN A WHOLE SITUATION

Thats will I got so far 🧍🏻‍♀️ I have more I swear but..it needs some development 🏌️‍♂️Anyway I hope these ideas or this post inspire you actually this might motivate myself into doing it who knows, thats all from Roti bye bye

#hetalia #hetalia gangsta #hetalia x reader #hetalia america #hetalia england #hetalia france #hetalia russia #hetalia china #hetalia germany #hetalia japan #hetalia italy #fanfic ideas #RAHH RAHH RAHHHHHH HETALIA‼️‼️💥💥💥

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ruthflemwad · 7 months

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parts of the npmd soundtrack that scratch my brain perfectly (act one)

this soundtrack is so good. this is a long post so its all under the cut Part two coming soon. also i alternate between chara names and actor names idk why i do that. i hope this is even slightly comprehensible

HIGH SCHOOL IS KILLING ME

the little grace note in the piano bit in the last line of the piano melody before richie starts singing in (i hope this makes Sense)

jon's voice for real . just through this whole show

"a thread" and "i'm scared" happening at the same time

the violins(??) coming in when ruth starts singing

richie and ruth's harmonies during "the weight has got me sweating" bit

the "and i can survive it for only so long" harmonies

steph's "shit"

the way steph says "couldn't fuckin' study"

FOR THE CLASS OF TWENTY TWENTY WURN

agh Agh AGH!

the whispered "i'm so fuckin' dead"s underneath steph and pete's dialogue

steph and pete's repeated "my melody"s

the howling

the second delayed vocal line underneath the last bit of the last chorus

LITERAL MONSTER

the "HUH" at the start

the guitar riff motif

the little guitar squeal right before pete starts singing

the way pete says locker

richie's little riff on "seduce her"

the chorus harmonies

everyone knows how he BANGS!

the "and we pray and we pray harmonies"

you better you better!

kims voice in the he roars part <3

the harmonies in this song in general

will branners voice in this song SO GOOD

the "HUH HUH"s behind max's i roar bit

max's "don't need no one to tell me" verse UGH so good

NO ONE'S GONNA STOP ME!

max's harmonies on kind, size and rise

I WILL CLAIM WHAT IS MINE!

COOL AS I THINK I AM

the piano motif Can you tell i love motifs

i bet this song'll suck!

oo woah oo woah oh Oh

when the violins come in especially their little BA DA DUMS after "princess leia told me"

what if i were King of the hill!

the drums kicking in after the one oowoahoowoahoh oh

ensemble coming in

the little growl on the second "i'm as cool as she thinks i am"

THEN AGAIN I'M DERANGED

she's the brawn i'm the brains!

the electric guitar kicking in

IF I CAN FINALLY BE COOL I WILL KNOW THAT I'M NOT A LOSER

I'M THE RULER!!!!!!

DIRTY GIRL

the synth and drums

the way max says behave and be-betray me

baaaabe I'mma love ya all night lOOOooooong

THE LIKE MORE SYNTH KICKING IN HALFWAY THROUGH THE FIRST CHORUS UGH SO GOOD

the way grace says classroom

you want me cant be skipping skewl!

grace's "be-behayveee" UGH <3

THE GROWL ON "on your knees pray along"

the chorus harmonies <3

I DONT CARE ABOUT YOU!

the bridge harmonies

AA AAAGH!!

i'm a i'm a i'm a good girl!

WHO ON OCCASION GETS DIRTY!!!!

I WONT CAAARE ABOUT YOU!

BULLY THE BULLY

the snaps coming in

we'll make him shit his pants!

the riff on that line ^^

the jager-man??????

what's our budget?

the growl on "he's just a nerd in disguise"

stephie gonna lure him in with her charm

yeah?

JAGER GONNA JAGER OUT!

chorus harmonies!

standing for the nerdy the prudy!

WE'RE GONNA CUT OFF HIS NIPS!

AAAAHAaaAaaahh

the guitar bits in the back

we're gonna keep the beans cool! that whole sequence

BEAN SCHOOL? EXCELLENT!

THESE CHORUS HARMONIES ESP STEPHS

pete's and our problem's solved

richie's and the school can evolve

AND THE SCHOOL CAAAAN EVOLVE!!!

ugh jon and joey sound so good on the "we're gonna get the jock pleading"

the last guitar note

BURY THE BULLY

oh god she's snapping again...

this is a lot!!!

the whole hack all his limbs off bit

YOU WANT ME TO FILM THIS?

tape him up after dousing with bleach!

the chorus harmonies. every bit of these choruses i cant even isolate its everything

steph's little "bury bully line up stories NEVER HAUNT ME!"

i just cut off his nips

GRACE TELLING RUTH TO GIVE HER MAX'S NIPS

GO GO NIGHTHAWKS

the way ruth says shiny

IT'S LIKE THE START OF A NEW YEAR!

jon's higher range <3

jon's harmony on "and now i don't eat all by myself"

the trumpets behind the chorus

all the squawks

the HUH after who knew footballs a team game

corey's voice sounds so good on the "or hit u with a saturated towel"

the no more bully ball harmonies

the HUH! after no more bully ball

We're all givin the butt slaps YEAH HEAH!

the way jason sings cause we care <3

AND NOW I CAN PEE ALL BY MYSELF!!!!

the overlapping vocals coming together for "in hatchetfield high school"

N! I! G! H! T! AWK AWK! KSSSS!

NIGHT! HAWKS! NIGHT! HAWKS! NIGHT! HAWKS! FLY!

FUCK YOU CLIVESDALE GO GET FUCKED YOURE FUCKIN LOSERS AND WE'LL KILL YOU (KILL YOUR ASS)

fuuuuck you cliiivesdale gooo get fuuucked

the watch us fly harmonies

NIGHT! HAWKS! FLY! AWK AWK!

NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE (my fave song in the soundtrack be warned)

the "watch these nerds run for their lives" guitar riff before max sings

will branners voice augh

the little synthy ba duh duh duhs in the back

the BAMS! after every line in verses

the way max says "hallway safe" and "break you"

ugh the guitar kicking in and the double BUM BUM for the second verse

YA BITCH!

WOAH UH OAHHH

SHOULDA JOINED THE SMOKE CLUB YA NERDY PRUDE

the whole chorus

the watch those nerds run for their lives melody Ugh loved it in axe man loved it here

YOU PUSHED ME OFF THE EEEDGE

the way he says crusade

and youre too weak to be enSLAAAAVED

the drums AUAUDUAAUAU

CLEANSING OF YOUR KIND!!!!

the way he says anti socialites

the entire repeat after me bit. its actually incredible i cant just isolate one part of it its so good

the ensemble kicking in

IIIIM NOT A LOOOSERRRR

But you have lost. Everything.

THE HATCHET TOWN MOTIF

UGH I LOVE THIS SONG. THE NMT MOTIF

#hatchetfield #npmd #npmd spoilers #rambles #nerdy prudes must die #starkid #music

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the-milk-monarch · 6 months

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☣︎ Context - I am a dum dum and accidentally wrote a different story for Tyler bc I didn't understand the assignment well, or perhaps that's what you wanted? idk gee I love being autistic /s (from future/in making @yeetusdeefetus ask (Alejandro finished so far 💯))

【 TYLER GETS A CRUSH ON A GUY 】 Summary: After his (ex) girlfriend forgot who he is, Tyler focuses on his boy friend and protects him in a challenge. ☢︎ | masculine reader ☢︎ | Total Drama ☢︎ | Tyler

Tyler was drawn to you after he gave up on Lindsay, who forgot who he was.

He didn't know why, but he wanted to spent each minute with you.

He assumed it's because you were such a cool bro to hang out with.

And you knew his name!!

You were friends before, but most of the time he wanted to hang out with his (now ex) girlfriend, because she used to bring him so much joy.

But now that she forgot him, his attention focused on you.

One day however he started to think more about his dating life situation.

He wasn't quite sure what he felt, but after initial sadness of Lindsay not recognizing him he felt quite- fine??

He was still very unhappy, don't get him wrong, but he wasn't like- depressed.

That made him think about the possible reason, which made him think about you.

That realization hit him like a train.

He "likes girls!" after all.

As if on cue, you appeared on his radar.

You noticed he was looking kind of upset, but you weren't sure if you should approach.

After some thinking though you decided to finally walk up to him.

Once he noticed you nearing his way, he started acting more fidgety and anxious.

You asked if he's okay, to which he responded with a nervous and obviously trying to be cool "Of- Of course Y/N! Why do you ask??"

You carefully asked if it's because of Lindsay, trying to remain lighthearted and supportive towards him.

He stopped for a moment before responding, trying to find appropriate words.

"…Yeah! I just want my girlfriend to recognize me, you know??" He told you, although his expression changed to a more hesitant one.

You spotted his slightly pink cheeks and him side-eyeing you when you weren't looking.

"B-But I mean- They say there's lots of fish in the sea, eh??" He said, trying to lighten up the mood, in his own goofy way. "I will just search for the fish on land!"

You chuckled at his words that didn't make sense.

"Wait- There must be some odd fish that walk on land, right??" Tyler trailed off a little with his side thoughts about what he just said.

You laughed softly again.

"Well, we all were once fish that walked on land, so- I guess?" You say playfully, amused by your own conclusion.

He seems to be glad that you're not calling him stupid, and even a bit proud of himself.

"Well- In any case- If you don't have anyone to hang out with, feel free to come to me sometime." You put your hand on his shoulder in a friendly and supportive manner, which made Tyler's cheeks hotter.

"Eheh-" He mixed a bashful chuckle with "uhuh".

After that conversation Tyler was all over you in a few days.

It was like impressing Lindsay again, but this time it was you.

He tried to be smooth and low-key while catching your attention, but the whole team (even including you, being slightly suspicious about him) knew that he had a massive crush on you.

"Hey Y/N!" He waved at you once Chris announced that you'd need a partner on your next challenge coming up. "Y/N!! Here! Tyler! Do you wanna pair up?"

You sighed, keeping a defeated smile on your face. This man was killing you, but you enjoyed his silly behavior.

"Sure, Tyler, we can pair up," You approached him, making him let out a victorious and a bit goofy "yeah!".

Chris had made up yet another stupid and possibly dangerous challenge, where Chef would be firing items thru his cannon while you go do an obstacle course.

The cannon was a surprise, as Chris didn't disclose that to you all.

Chef had pointed the thing at you, letting it fire with a loud "boom".

A flying pillow flying at full speed almost hit you, but you managed to swiftly avoid it, letting out a quiet gasp.

Chris and Chef snickered at that.

Tyler noticed that you were in danger, so he quickly ran up to you, jumping in front of second object that was supposed to hit you.

The flying chicken toy and Tyler squeaked at the same time as it hit him.

You were worried something happened to him but he optimistically (albeit a bit in pain) raised his hand in a thumbs up.

Fortunately you both were able to complete the challenge without too many bruises.

Tyler was roughed up a bit, but he didn't wanna complain in front of you.

After you both were somewhere alone, you approached him to thank him for being your "hero".

He blinked at you once, processing the words that came out of your mouth, but after he did, he grinned proudly and a bit flustered.

"Yeah, it was nothing." He said while red on his cheeks matched his outfit.

"How shall I ever repay you?" You asked playfully.

"Oh, um…" He stopped for a moment, deep in thought. You chuckled softly, seeing how preoccupied he was with figuring that out.

You were feeling brave after today, being like 95% sure he was into you, so you decided to be a bit bold.

You kissed him on the cheeks while he was still in the process of figuring out what to respond, making his eyes go wider and his cheeks getting redder.

"Wow-" He muttered with his jaw widened a bit. "Is- Is that enough?" You asked, looking at his face in a bashful amusement.

"Hell yeah!" He grinned widely.

"… Wait- Does that mean I have to repay you for that kiss as well??"

#total drama x reader #td tyler x reader #total drama #headcanon #x reader #total drama tyler x reader #imagine #request #ask #masculine reader #masc!reader #masc reader #tyler

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sad-leon · 1 year

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For Shadow Leo au, what was Leo’s first word? Was there ever any clues to Donnie that he had a tag along in his shadow before that?

His first words were "Donatello?" Donnie had just gotten his own name and was testing it out in his own space when Leo copied him. It freaked Donnie out, but he recovered quickly.

"Yes, that's me."

"You?"

Donnie shivered cuz of Leo's echoey voice. "Yes. Me. Who are you?"

"Who am I?"

"Yes. You. What is your name?"

Leo just shrugged.

Donnie thought for a moment. "Leonardo! You can be Leonardo! Like the artist, just like me?"

"You're named after Leonardo, the artist, too?"

"No, dum-dum, I'm named after the artist, Donatello."

"Oh. Cool!"

Donnie had been aware of Leo for as long as he'd been aware of his surroundings. He didn't realize having a person in your shadow was weird until he started talking to Leo regularly. He tried telling Raph and Mikey, but Leo always hid away.

Mikey and Raph have actually seen a bit of Leo when he runs around the lair's walls, but they alway pass it off as their mind playing tricks on them because they only see him in their peripheral vision.

I really like the thought that, for a few years, Donnie thinks having a living shadow is normal until he brings it up in conversation.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"No, my shadow didn't want to stop talking."

"What?!"

#shadow leo #rambles #asks #anon #rottmnt

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mysteryshoptls · 1 year

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SR Floyd Leech Apprentice Chef Personal Story: Part 2

"Master Chef"

(Part 1) Part 2

[Kitchen]

Master Chef - Floyd Version ～Let's Make Pescatore Bianco 2～

Floyd: Heat olive oil and garlic in the frying pan, and when they become fragrant, add the other ingredients.

Floyd: Quickly sauté everything, then add the white wine and let it steam under the lid.

Ghost Chef: I had prepped some extra ingredients just in case, but it looks like you don't need them at all.

Ghost Chef: Can you put the food you didn't use back into the refrigerator?

Floyd: 'Kaaay～

[opens fridge]

Floyd: Ah, there's a ton of veggies in this fridge. Oooh, they're all super colorful.

Floyd: I see fruit tomatoes, eggplants, yellow zucchini and… what's this huge coral lookin' thing～?

Ghost Chef: That's called a romanesco, which is a type of cauliflower.

Floyd: Oh, so it doesn't need any special prep or nothing, huh. I'll throw this in too.

Ghost Chef: Shoot! I answered on autopilot! You're just going to use an ingredient you're seeing for the first time like that with no hesitation!?

Floyd: Well, 'cause, if it was something with a specific taste or texture, you woulda started with that.

Floyd: You coulda said "that's real bitter," or "that's super hard to chew." Eh, I mean, I guess I'm not the type to say anything either, so.

Floyd: All you said was that it's "a type of cauliflower," so…

Floyd: That just means it'll basically have the same taste and texture of a cauliflower, right? Am I wrong?

Ghost Chef: Th-That's right, but…

Floyd: Right? If it's like a cauliflower, it should absorb the seafood extract to make it even more yummy.

Floyd: The flavor of that chicken I added earlier should also get a nice flavor to it. Mm, but I kinda wanna add one more thing.

Floyd: Ah. That's right, I saw some fruit tomatoes earlier. I'll get some added sweetness from that, and I'll also throw in the eggplant and zucchini…

Ghost Chef: Aaah, Floyd-kun! Don't just start adding random ingredients again… No, wait a moment.

Ghost Chef: With only my one response, he's completely grasped the nature of ingredients he's unfamiliar with and figured out how to make them compatible with his dish.

Ghost Chef: Floyd-kun's potential is greater than I could possibly imagine. If I let him do his own thing, maybe he'll come up with something incredible…!?

Floyd: Dum-de-duuum ♪ I got shrimp, squid, and octopus; chicken and veggies～It's gonna taste so good～♪

Floyd: The Pescatore Bianco's done～♪ Whaddya think? Looks good and colorful, yeah?

Ghost Chef: Yes, yes, it's fantastic! You even thought about how to plate it and made a good choice to leave out the shrimp heads!

Floyd: Wow, that's some high praise… You were complaining so annoyingly earlier, what's with the change of heart all of a sudden?

Ghost Chef: Fufu… As I watched you arrange your dish, my chef's inquisitive nature was piqued.

Ghost Chef: But, this volume of food… Isn't there double the normal portion here?

Floyd: Since the pasta's the most filling, there's still only a single portion of that in the dish, so I'm pretty sure anyone can finish the whole thing, no problem.

Floyd: Mmkay, so time to bring the food out.

[Cafeteria – Judging Venue]

Jade: I wonder if the dish has been completed. It is beginning to smell quite delectable… Oh, hello, Floyd.

Floyd: What, Jade's my judge? Cool, I guess coincidences do happen sometimes.

Jade: I suppose so. I am a little shocked, myself.

Floyd: Mmkay… Here's the dish you ordered. Please enjoy～

Jade: Oh my, my… There is much more in this Pescatore Bianco than any I've ever seen.

Jade: You've used not only seafood, but also chicken and vegetables. It looks quite nutritious and hearty.

Jade: I suppose we could say it is made in "Floyd's Whimsical Style"...

Floyd: Whatever, why don'tcha just eat it already?

Jade: Actually, I've just come from flight classes, so I am absolutely famished… I'll dig in without further ado.

[bite, chew, chew, chew…]

Jade: The seafood and chicken don't overpower the other at all in a good balance of flavors.

Jade: The vegetables not only are a colorful addition to the plate, but are also well seasoned.

Jade: Yes… This is a rather delicious Pescatore Bianco.

Floyd: Seeee～ I told you it'd be a proper Pescatore Bianco, huuh?

Ghost Chef: N-No, we cannot say for certain! This could just be favoritism from a family member, so we should have a more extensive evaluation…

Ghost Chef: Wait, THAT HUGE HELPING OF FOOD IS ALREADY GONE!?

Jade: I was quite hungry, so it went went down so quickly.

Ghost Chef: Floyd-kun, why're you sporting such a huge identical grin as him…!?

Ghost Chef: …I can see from the look on your faces just how good it actually tastes.

Ghost Chef: Wait a minute, were you thinking about how you wanted the final dish to taste and planned out all the ingredients accordingly!?

Floyd: Planned? Why would I go through something that annoying each time I cook?

Floyd: If you eat three meals a day, you should pretty much figure everything out. Stuff like, "if I put these in the same dish, they'll go good together," or "if I put this in, it'll ruin the flavor,"

Ghost Chef: Is that so… You're already at that level of proficiency, I see. Marvelous! That's simply marvelous, Floyd-kun…!

Ghost Chef: That sense of yours is a talent that would be hard to find for most chefs. It really is quite impressive!

Ghost Chef: Let's try to develop that talent even further throughout this session of Master Chef!

Floyd: Hmm～ At the Mostro Lounge, they're so annoying with all that talk of cost or whatever, and doesn't look like that'd be a thing here…

Floyd: Maybe it won't suck takin' this class for a little while longer. Ahah ♪

(Part 1) Part 2

#twisted wonderland #twst #floyd leech #jade leech #twst floyd #twst jade #twst translation #twst masterchef

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boxfullaturtles · 5 months

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"Herald? Are brothers the same as best friends?" "They can be, if you want them to be." "And best friends are friends forever, right?" "That's what I'm told." "So we're all gonna be together forever!" "......of course you will, Leo. You're a Hamato."

This was supposed to be the spot for "movie night" on the tmnt-event-blog bingo...but then it took off and did it's own thing and I don't feel it really fits that anymore. So now it's just here.

If you can't read my attempts at child handwriting, there's a transcript under the cut. I don't have concrete ages for the turtles here, but Leo has atrocious spelling. And he capitalizes all his L's because the first thing he learned to write was his name, so every L must be capitalized because L starts Leo and Leo is cool and important. Donatello, naturally, has been writing and spelling things correctly for a few years now.

Transcript (Donnie's added text is in brackets)

Dad Let us watch his movies aLL day becuz [BECAUSE] it was thunder rain! [THUNDERING] Mikee [MIKEY] is scared of thunder rain becuz he is a baby! I am not scared becuz I am a big boy! We get to watch more Loo Jitsoo [LOU JITSU] after diner if we are good for the tests! I wiLL be so good! I wiLL be the best becuz I am a winner! Raph is the bigist [BIGGEST] and strongist [STRONGEST] and Dee is the smartist [SMARTEST]! And I am the fastist [FASTEST]! Mikee is not good at anything. HaroLd said we are aLL amazeen [AMAZING]. Butt [BUT] aLL Mikee does is steaL my toys and cry! That is not amazeen. I am goeen [GOING] to be a cool hero Like Loo Jitsoo when I grow up! Then I wiLL be the best and the cooList [COOLEST]! LEO :) [HOW ARE YOU THIS BAD AT SPELLING?]

Dee wrot in my book again! I got mad and we hit and he caLLed me a dum dum! I hate him! Dee is so mean! I want him to GO AWAY! >:(

Bishup took Dee for some testeen. I am stiLL mad at Dee so I did not say by with Raph and Mikee and Dad and HaroLd. HaroLd said I need to forgive Dee but I am too mad! Dee needs to say soree to me first! LEO

Dee has been away a Long time. 3 days is a Long time. I am not mad at him any more! I want Dee to come home! ALL the gron ups Look mad. It is scary. I asked Dad when Dee is comeen home. Dad got mad but not the yeLL kind. He did not teLL me and Left our room. Now there is YeLLeen. Raph heLd us but I want Dee back! I am scared becuz he is gone I am sad I want my brother

DEE IS HOME!! I hugg him and said I missed him and he hugg me and said he missed me! Dad said we can watch movies ALL TODAY! Me and Dee wiLL be here forever! He is my best frend!

#writing bad on purpose is hard...#rottmnt #choosing hope au

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punk4ndisorderly · 11 months

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light on

The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.

if you keep the light on, i'll keep the light on

XIII XIV - speak now or forever hold your peace

“Morning, Hughesy.”

Jack rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, opening them up to find Alex perched over his body, along with three drooling dogs, grinning like a fool.

“Jesus, Z. What the hell?” he whisper-yelled, careful not to wake a sleeping Y/N beside him and not to startle River and David’s pets.

“Sleeping outside with all those predators on the loose? Edgy. I like it.”

“Shh, keep it down.” the Devils' player scolded, getting up and leading his friend inside.

“What did you guys do last night? Stayed up talking, dancing, professing your hardcore crushed for each other? Was it romantic? Under the stars and all that?” the blond man conjectured, chasing Jack around the kitchen.

“We talked. Period.” he enlightened his friend, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why are the dogs out back?”

“River asked me to take them out for a walk in the woods, I came back through the deck and I saw you two all cuddled up so we decided to say hi.”

Jack glanced at the clock on the wall, placing the coffee pot on the stove. It was about to strike a quarter to seven.

“Do you have any idea how early it is?”

“Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.” Trevor recited, clearly proud of himself.

“Why am I friends with you again?”

“Ha ha, very funny. You were practically on top of Y/N when we got to you, so you should thank me for keeping you from crushing her with your large mammal physique.” his friend joked, taking a bite from an apple.

“I was not.”

“You were.” Alex confirmed, walking into the room.

“How do you know?”

“This one dragged me out of bed to help him with the dogs.” the curly-haired man quipped, slapping Trevor in the back of the head.

“Ow! Turc, it’s about time you lose your fear of dogs.”

“You should talk, you’re afraid of owls.

“I’m afraid of nocturnal animals, because they’re extremely shady.” their friend countered. “Dogs are loving and harmless.”

“Whatever, duce, I just came along because you swore you’d make me pancakes after.” Alex noted, sitting on one of the stools, waiting for the food he was promised.

“Okay, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, but would’ve it killed you to have let me sleep a couple more minutes?” Jack groaned, pouring the coffee he had made into two mugs.

“Yeah, you were starting to snore pretty loudly.” Trevor shrugged, taking a frying pan from the cabinet.

“I don’t snore.”

“Of course you don’t, and we didn’t take pictures of you two cuddled up.”

“I’m going to pretend you two aren’t closeted stalkers.” Jack avowed, picking up the mugs filled with the steaming hot beverage and heading outside.

The three dogs River and David had adopted were laying around the teacher’s sleeping figure. Freddie rested so close to her face his drool was dripping onto her nose, making the brunette man smile goofily as he sat down beside them. Setting his mug next to his legs, Jack gently nudged his friend’s shoulder.

“Hey…”

Y/N mumbled something incoherently, slapping his hand away.

“Y/N…” he chuckled, nudging her again. “I come bearing coffee.”

The doctor opened one eye, wincing at the brightness of the daylight, but grinning sweetly once she saw the yellow mug he was handing her. Stretching slowly, she crossed her legs, taking the hot beverage from his hands.

“My knight in shining armor. You’re always one step ahead.” she winked, waiting for the coffee to cool down before taking a sip.

“One of my many qualities.” Jack shrugged, showing her a crooked smile.

“We can cross modesty off that list.” Y/N teased, smirking.

He feigned hurt, placing his hand over his heart.

“I’ll have you know I’m a very humble man.”

“Mmm, definitely…” the coach's daughter laughed.

“Don’t mock me when you’re the one with dog drool all over your nose.” he snickered.

“Oh my god! Really? Finn has never done that to me! Mostly because he’s the size of a small stuffed animal, but either way…” she paused. “Mmm… Yeah… I can definitely smell it now. Wow. It stinks.”

“It probably doesn’t smell that bad. River does make David brush their teeth after all…” the Devils' player man dismissed her statement, laughing.

“Yes, it definitely does. Come here and smell it for yourself.” Y/N urged, pulling him by his shirt.

“Okay, okay…” Jack conceded, leaning in closer to his friend.

The tip of his nose touched hers and they both took a shaky breath as the space between them became non-existent.

He closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of Freddie’s drool. His face contorted in disgust under Y/N's intense stare.

“You were right.” the brunette man stated, only moving a few inches away from her face so he was now looking directly into her eyes.

“Told you.” she spoke quietly, lost in his hypnotizing blue gaze.

“You two are so weird.” Alex grumbled from the sliding door.

Jack jumped back, almost spilling the remaining coffee all over his lap, which seemed to amuse Y/N, who had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing.

“What have I told you about sneaking up on people?”

“Trevor's the one who usually sneaks up on people so… I don’t know.” their friend reasoned, holding his hands up in defense.

“What’s up, Turc?” the singer sighed.

“Found this beat-up ball in the pantry, there’s an old hoop out in the front. I went to wake Leo up a couple of minutes ago. Are you in?”

“What is it with you guys and waking up people who are sleeping peacefully?”

“Early rise makes a man wise or whatever Z said. We didn’t want to go into River and David’s room to get them because they are young and in love and probably doing it.” the blonde man rambled, switching the ball from his right hand to his left and vice-versa.

“I highly doubt there’s anyone in the world that willingly wakes up at…” Y/N got her phone from her back pocket to check the time. “Seven in the morning to do that.” She chuckled, bringing the yellow mug to her lips.

“Groomzilla is so freaked out about the wedding he gets up extra early to get everything done on time, even though he technically doesn’t need to move a finger. He definitely schedules time for sex and what better way to start a day than by doing the dirty?”

“You need to stop, dude. That's my brother we're talking about” the doctor pointed out, lifting herself off the ground and meeting her friend by the door. “I’m smelling Trevor's pancakes.”

“Yeah, he made a batch. They’re on the kitchen counter. I’d hurry up if I were you.” Alex advised, ignoring her scolding. “Jack, get your fat ass out front in five. Don’t forget to bring your trunks.”

Jack went inside, finding Y/N and Trevor attempting to make a Mickey Mouse pancake. He leaned against the doorframe, observing the way her whole body seemed to vibrate when she laughed at their friend’s terrible jokes, a stray strand of hair falling over her warm eyes, only to be tucked in behind her small ears.

Trevor eventually acknowledged his presence, cleaning his hands on River's Bride Squad apron.

“Jackson! Do you want some? These are Y/N's, so I think they won’t taste as good as mine do.” he boasted, flinching when she promptly elbowed his side. “But you can give them a try." “Thanks, but I should go get dressed, or else Turcs will probably bite my head off. Where’s Leo?”

“He should be down in a minute. David said he usually needs five to ten minutes to stop acting all grouchy before getting up.”

“Like his uncle River, then. Got it.” he nodded curtly, taking one last glance at his long-time crush, but failing to leave.

The coach's daughter licked the wooden spoon Trevor had used to mix the batter absentmindedly, moaning at the delicious taste of chocolate chip pancakes, only noticing Jack was staring at her when she looked up.

“What?” Y/N asked, smiling. “Do I have something on my face again? Oh, shoot, I’ve still got your sweater on!” she gasped, quickly moving to take it off, exposing her midriff and part of her lace bra in the process. “Thank you. I should really go wash my face, though. Pancake mix and dog drool are not a good combination.” the doctor chuckled, handing him the lent item.

She walked past the Devils' player, who was still trying to keep his brain from retaining the memory of Y/N's sexy underwear. How could she make his stomach churn just by showing a little bit of skin and fabric?

“Nice.” his blond friend extolled, wiggling his eyebrows at him.

Jack shot him a pointed look, turning on his heels and heading to his room, the one he hadn’t spent more than two minutes in so far. Putting his trunks on and the trusty basketball shorts he brought everywhere just in case, placing his bag back in his spacey closet, he fled the room, already dreading getting told off by his friend for being late.

“What the hell, Hughes? I thought being on time was a part of having manners.” Alex grunted, throwing him the ball.

“Yeah, okay, I’m like two minutes late, Turc. I was busy.” he explained, shooting and scoring a three-pointer.

“Yeah, getting a b-o-n-e-r from watching Y/N lick a wooden spoon.” Trevor snickered, coming up from behind them. “Nice shot!”

Jack sighed exasperated, shaking his head.

“Are we going to stand here talking about Jack’s crush on Y/N or are we going to play? Because if we aren’t, I’m going back to bed.” Leo snapped, showing them his most menacing glare, which was quite cute if they were being honest.

The three men resisted the urge to laugh at his antics. He was his father's kid, alright.

“No, sir. We’re going to play.” Trevor replied, ruffling the kid's hair.

“Definitely, yeah, we’re in.” Alex confirmed, running a lap around the improvised court.

“Thank you!”

“Y/N, are you ready?” River called out from the other side of the door.

The doctor woke up to the sound of the groom-to-be’s voice, nearly jumping out of her skin. She definitely couldn’t handle all-nighters like she did in her teens. The minute she got to her room, three hours before she had fallen asleep, her phone still resting between her fingers from texting Charlie to check on Joey.

“Mm… I’ll be right there.” she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

The door flew open, revealing River in yet another beautiful outfit, this time beach appropriate.

“You’re in last night’s clothes!”

“I am.”

“You two will be the death of me…” her brother rolled his eyes, grabbing her hands and pulling her up. “Get your swimwear on pronto I only have a couple of hours before the wedding planner gets here and starts testing my patience, so hurry. Oh, and I left some beach towels on a shelf down the hall. I figured you guys would somehow forget to bring those.”

“Aye, aye, captain.” the doctor smiled muttered, opening the closet to find a bag that wasn’t hers.

River probably ran out of storage space and shoved this in here she thought to herself, picking up her bag and rummaging through it to locate the swimsuit she had luckily remembered to pack.

It didn��t take long for her to join her friends downstairs. Leo was tapping his foot impatiently by the door, all geared up with floaties, a bucket hat, tiny sunglasses and several coats of sunscreen on.

“Come on, Y/N! Uncle River said I can only go swimming when you’re in the water.” he whimpered, tugging at her hand.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming little man.” Y/N chuckled, practically being dragged out of the cabin by the seven-year-old.

River and Cole followed and the groom-to-be smirked when he saw David, apparently Leo’s replacement, and the three other men scattered around the made-up basketball court, sweating and visibly out of breath.

“You guys have to admit it, you’re getting old!” he teased, blowing them a kiss.

“As if.” Trevor scoffed. “I could go on for days!”

“Actually…” David stopped moving, passing him the ball. “I’m going to freshen up. Good game, gentlemen.” he high-fived his team member and made his way out to meet his fiancé and their friend.

“Trevor, we’ve been playing for three hours, and you didn’t even let us stop to get water, you little dictator.” Alex reasoned. “I promised Leo I’d teach him how to do a headstand underwater yesterday, so…” he drifted off, following the groom.

“Fine! I’ve still got Jacko!” the blond man shouted, placing his hands on his hips and looking back at the Devils' player. “You want to go with them, don’t you?”

“I’m all sweaty and the sun’s burning like hell, man. I’m only human.” Jack complained, cleaning his forehead with his soaked t-shirt.

“Okay. Leave then!” he snapped. “Go ahead. If anyone asks, Alex and I won.”

“Of course, buddy.”

Y/N set her towel next to Leo’s, undressing herself in a hurry as the little boy continued to emphasize the urgency he had to dive into the lake’s cool water, taking off his tiny sunglasses and the hat his mom had made him wear.

“Leo, stop bugging Y/N. She’s already being kind enough to dare going in with you.” David reprimanded, sitting between River's legs while he applied sunscreen on his back.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. You should see Jo at the beach.” the doctor joked, securing her hair in a ponytail. “Let’s go, baby boy. Show me what you’ve got.” she smiled, holding her hand out for the seven-year-old to grasp.

“Hey, have I been replaced already?” Trevor gasped, taking his Spiderman tee off and running to the pond, making a huge splash around the pair as he delved into it.

Y/N resisted the urge to scream when the freezing water touched her upper body.

“I’m going to kill you.” she threatened her friend through gritted teeth.

“We need to dive, Y/N! It’s now or never!” Leo yowled excitedly.

She looked down at River and David's nephew, tightening her grip on his small hand.

“Only if you don’t let go.” the doctor requested, showing him a goofy smile.

“I promise.”

Jack came down the pathway precisely when the pair arose from the water, releasing small shrieks. He noticed how the black swimsuit his friend was wearing hugged her curves perfectly, showing off the amazing body she sported. It also displayed Y/N's chest in a wonderful manner, not showing a lot of skin, but just enough to make the Devils' player breath hitch in his throat.

“Jesus, Jacko, what the hell are you doing standing there like a spare prick at a wedding?” Trevor smirked, coming up to him. “Seriously? Watching her swim from afar? Dude, seriously, this is starting to get creepy. I know you already came to the conclusion you like her and all that, why don’t you do something about it?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Of course it’s not easy, it’s like climbing a fucking mountain, but you either go on it or you’ll probably spend the rest of your life wondering why you didn’t. You’re not getting any younger, you know.”

“You’re literally older than me, Trevor.”

“That’s not the point. Act like a normal person, you dork.”

Alex picked Leo up, throwing him into the water as Y/N floated on her back nearby, taking in the peace that nature brought her, smiling softly with her eyes closed. All of a sudden, she felt herself being lifted, instinctively grabbing onto the back of the neck of whoever was holding her.

“Junior, let’s play a game!”

“Put me down, Turc!” the beautiful woman warned playfully, slapping his chest.

“Whatever you want.” Alex shrugged, dropping her. “As I was saying…” he proceeded, once Y/N came up, a deep scowl on her face. “Do you want to play the best water game ever invented?”

Her expression softened when she turned her head and saw the brunette man entering the lake slowly, trying to adapt to its cold temperature. He approached them, goosebumps all over his skin and a tranquil smile on his handsome face.

Seeing him topless wasn’t new to her, but she couldn’t help but bite down on her bottom lip when she glanced at his muscular arms and broad shoulders.

“What’s up?” Jack asked, jumping up and down to try and generate some heat.

“Turc wants us to play a water game.” Y/N explained, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Not a water game, the water game.” their friend reiterated.

“Spill it.” she sighed.

“I want to have a chicken fight!”

“Oh, can I play?” Leo chirped, dog paddling to them, his Nemo floaties keeping him afloat.

“Sure, little man. You know what, you can even be my partner.” Jack smiled, stooping down to his level to help the seven-year-old get on his shoulders.

Y/N looked on, charmed by Jack's laidback approach when dealing with children. It was amazing how he kept on finding ways to surprise her. Those were the little things that made her heart beat slightly faster.

“That means you’re with me, hu?” Alex nudged her side, rubbing his hands together.

“Are you really going to make me fight a little boy?”

“Of course, kids are sneaky and should never be underestimated.” he replied.

“It’s not that bad if I take into consideration your mental age is five.” the doctor agreed condescendingly, patting the top of his head.

“Exactly… Hey!”

“I’m still not fighting a seven-year-old, Turc.”

“Whatever…” her friend groaned. “Anyone wants to take Y/N's place?”

“Leo!” David called from the shore, “Time for a snack break, little prince.”

“But uncle David, Jack and I were going to win at chicken fighting!”

“I know, buddy, but I brought your favorite cookies. What do you say?”

Leo gave Jack an apologetic look.

“Sorry…”

“No need to apologize, buddy. Cookies are definitely a top priority.” he winked, crouching back down to let him climb off his shoulders. “Race you to uncle David?”

“Yeah!”

“Ready? Three, two, one… Go!”

The pair swam to the waterfront, the singer slowing his pace down so David's nephew could win. Leo made it to his uncles as Jack was just getting out of the water.

“I won!” the little boy cheered, ecstatic.

“You’re a force to be reckoned with, little man! Well done!” he high-fived his youngest friend, sitting down next to him. “Can I get a consolation cookie?”

Y/N couldn’t stop grinning at how sweet the scene was.

“He’s a genuinely a great guy, isn’t he?” she mumbled.

“One of the greatest out there…” Alex confirmed, a knowing smile on his face. “Get your premium quality ass over here, Hughesy! The chicken fight is still happening.” he crowed.

The Devils' player rose to his feet, saluting little Leo and heading back to the water, meeting the duo who was waiting for him.

“Hey, wait for me!” Trevor pleaded, taking his hat off before trying to run to them.

“Alright, it’s Dumb and Dumber against Rowdy and I.” Y/N declared, standing on the tip of her toes, pushing Aleksander’s shoulders down.

“Y/N and Jack for the win.” he smiled, squatting to let her climb onto his toned shoulders. She chuckled, trying to find a comfortable position.

“Are we doing this or not? Alex has really let himself go.” Trevor nagged, clearly having a hard time carrying his friend.

“I have not! It’s water weight!” the curly-haired man protested.

Jack hesitantly held onto Y/N's wet shins, feeling her smooth skin under his touch. She was light, which worried him, because Alex could probably take her down in an instant.

“You ready, sweetheart?” the blond one asked, a cocky grin plastered on his face.

“You guys are going down.” the coach's daughter countered confidently, smiling down at her partner in crime.

If someone had told Jack a few months before that he’d have his head between Y/N's thighs at a weekend-long wedding he’d laugh and vouch that person had gone crazy. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought about the possibility of seeing his camp friend so often in such a short amount of time, not to mention becoming even closer to her and have her feel comfortable enough to be in such an usually uncomfortable position with him.

Trevor lunged forward, as Alex outstretched his arms to get a hold of Y/N. The doctor laughed loudly when he came close enough to attack her sides with tickles, almost losing her balance, hadn’t Jack held on to her for dear life.

The Devils' player could’ve heard her laugh until the end of time. How could he have become so infatuated so fast? It had to be this strange hold she had on him, on everyone. Y/N was the kind of person anyone would be lucky to fall in love with. He couldn’t help but think he was slowly, but surely, falling for her.

Her giggles brought him back to reality, smiling at the adorable sound coming out of her mouth.

“Push him, Hughes!” she begged him, almost completely out of breath.

“Say no more.”

Jack let go of her right leg, using merely one hand to shove Trevor's chest and make him forfeit the last ounce of strength he had to keep Alex on his shoulders. The dynamic duo went down with a splash.

“Yes!” Y/N chanted, pumping her fist in the air. “Good job, Rowdy!”

Without putting any thought into it, she leaned down, tilting his chin up with her dainty hands and kissing his forehead, hearing someone hoot from the land.

Left speechless by the unexpected sweet gesture, the brunette man dropped down to his knees, letting Y/N get back on her feet.

“We’re still the dream team!” she boasted, heading back to her towel.

Jack didn’t say anything, following suit, only smiling back at her with a grin that could make any woman swoon. She wasn’t just about any woman, but she still bit hard on her bottom lip nonetheless. The coach's daughter could try and deny the immense attraction she felt towards her former theatre partner, but her efforts would undoubtedly prove to be ineffective.

“I’m going to get something to drink. Anyone want anything?” the Devils' player inquired, glancing around for any takers.

“Water, please!” River requested, typing something on her phone.

“Got it.”

He quickly made his way to the cabin, jogging to the fridge to retrieve a couple of water bottles, realizing he wasn’t alone.

“Hey bud.” David greeted, cutting a tomato into tiny pieces on an old chopping block. “Couldn’t have dried up a bit before coming in here?”

“Sorry, I was really thirsty, it’s insanely hot outside… Are you making lunch?” Jack asked, pointing to the pot on the stove.

“Leo insisted I’d make lasagna. That kid knows damn well I can’t deny him anything. Well… Maybe not anything but most of the things he asks for.”

“I guess uncle River is the bad cop then, hu?” the brunette man teased, taking a sip from his water.

“Someone has to be.”

“Right.” he agreed. “I’ll just dry up to avoid being a hazard. Imagine River slipping and twisting an ankle the day before your wedding. I’d be a dead man walking.”

“Hey, hey, hey!” David called out, stopping him from leaving the kitchen. “We need to talk.”

“We do?”

“Yeah, man!”

Jack raised an eyebrow, wondering where the conversation was headed.

“Okay…” he trailed off, chuckling nervously.

“River told me.”

“About…”

“You and Y/N.”

“We’re not anything but friends, David.” Jack clarified, clearing his throat.

“I must say, I was a little skeptical at first.” the groom continued, ignoring his dismissal completely. “My man is a hopeless romantic and loves setting people up. Sometimes things go wrong, so I’m trying to contain the matchmaker in him.”

“Yeah, well, you could’ve spoken up sooner, he has set blind dates up for me way too many times.”

“How were they?” David asked, adding the meat to the sauce he had been preparing, smiling knowingly.

“Disastrous.” the Devils' player disclosed, inhaling the delicious scent that had invaded the room. “Wow, this smells heavenly. What do you add to the sauce?”

“Oregano and peri-peri. Key ingredients for my lasagna. As I was saying, River loves love. Ever since we started dating, he made sure I knew what I was getting into. It’s ironic, because we were set up on a blind date ourselves… But he was the one who was ballsy enough to ask me out himself months later…I wasn’t really into those things, but Y/N, who knew both of us, practically dragged me there. She said David, if you don’t go I’ll have you know you’ll be missing out on meeting the love of your life. And she was right. If I hadn’t taken the plunge, I wouldn’t have my smart, kind, breathtaking soon-to-be husband. Some people and opportunities only come around once in a lifetime.”

“That’s a good life lesson…”

“I’m not finished, Hughes.” the groom scolded, interrupting him. “As I said, I doubted your compatibility with Y/N because I never cared much to observe others before, so I barely noticed anything between the two of you…” he carried on, stopping momentarily to pour the now properly seasoned meat and sauce on the glass platter. “However… I now think my man finally got one good match.”

Jack's mouth dropped open at David’s words, confused and surprised by what he seemed to be trying to convey.

“You guys have something there. I’m not sure what it is and you two sure as hell don’t either, but you should figure it out, together. It’s not one-sided. Don’t be afraid to show her how you feel. People want you to believe that’s emasculating but in fact being able to express your feelings isn’t anything you should ever be ashamed of. So… You know… Do it. The time is now. Don’t let her slip away. It’s just like they say at weddings: speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Y/N brushed her teeth, ready to go to bed after a fun but extremely long day. The wedding was less than twelve hours away and she could hear River pacing around upstairs. The doctor remembered how nervous she was on her wedding day, laughing at how silly her worries were back then. Is he going to be waiting for me at the altar? What if he gets cold feet? Will I be a good wife? What comes next? Everything that concerned her vanished as soon as she had looked into her husband’s eyes and said I do. She could only hope her brother found happiness that would last him a lifetime.

She padded to her room, closing the door behind her and moving carefully in the dark so she could find the comfy bed she had slept in that same morning. Locating it, she threw the sheets back, nearly screeching when she touched someone’s bare skin.

Rushing to the light switch, Y/N turned it on, seeing a very confused Jack open his eyes and look around, confused.

“What are you doing here?” she panted, checking if her black lace-trimmed chemise was covering up her body correctly.

“Trying to sleep?” the Devils' player replied waiting for his eyes to adjust completely to the sudden clarity.

“I know, but what are you doing in my room?”

“Your room?”

“Yeah, I was the first to get here, so I got to choose where I’d stay.”

“Oh. Shit. It was empty when I got here so I just assumed you changed here yesterday but were staying in another room.” Jack stuttered, stumbling over his words once he realized he was an intruder, blushing furiously as he tried to gather his belongings without looking at her sexy sleeping garment. “Do you know where the spare bed is? David mentioned they had one somewhere.”

The coach's daughter placed a hand on his arm, leading the mumbling mess back to the bed.

“It’s late and we’ve both had little to no sleep this weekend. You can stay here.” she offered.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes shooting up, instantly being met with a breathtaking view.

“Yeah, of course. It’s not like we’ve never shared a bed before.” Y/N pointed out, shutting the lights off. “Scoot.”

Jack moved to the other side of the king-sized bed, nearly falling off it, earning a hearty laugh from his roommate, who grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him a little bit closer.

“You’re very respectful of my personal space, and I truly appreciate that, but you don’t have to hurt yourself. It’s fine, Gretz. Now, snooze. Tomorrow’s going to be hectic. Believe me, I’ve been there.”

The Devils' nodded, keeping his gaze fixated on her serene face while she once again gave into her tired body’s desperate need of rest right by his side. As he felt her shift in her sleep, there was only one thing replaying in his brain:

Speak now or forever hold your peace.

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