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trulyhblue · 4 months

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Communication

Kyra Cooney-Cross x Dutch! Reader Blurb

Warnings: fluff, REALLY bad translated Dutch, language barrier.

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Moving from your childhood club AFC Ajax was the hardest change of your life, but the easiest choice of your career.

You signed your first professional contract with them when you were fifteen, making your club debut in the same year. After six months of fitting into the squad, and having the opportunity to play in the Champions League as a substitute, you were asked to play for your first international camp against New Zealand, where you came away with a 2-1 win. From then, you have continued to be chosen for the National Team’s 23-player squad, continuously representing them as both a starter and a sub.

You were known for your agility, speed, and footwork, both on the ball and against both attacking and defending players. Being a midfielder, your job to maintain possession and create chances felt like a breeze to you, and your pure, sheer talent landed you with many of the most assists for the past three years.

Despite the friends you made at Ajax, you knew that opportunities to strengthen your player profile and widen your skills across the world were a dream of yours. You were a huge fan of Arsenal growing up, your parents taking you to games when they could.

When the opportunity arose to represent your country at the 2023 Women’s World Cup, you don't remember doing anything but crying for the days following your selection. You played your heart out that whole tournament. And while you didn't make it to the Semis, you walked away with a once-in-a-lifetime experience, with clubs worldwide wanting you as a part of their team.

Moving to Arsenal was a no-brainer. Not only were you a massive fan of the name itself, but they were among the best players in the world. You knew Victoria and Viv from the Oranje Leeuwinnens, and you had been told that you’d move in with Vic for the first couple of months upon your arrival, so the weight of the move felt lighter than many anticipated. You were roommates with Vic during Camps. But, in contrast to your Netherlands teammates, you didn't know an inch of English.

Well, other than the obvious words like Hello, Good Morning, and Goodbye, you were hopeless.

So, when you arrived on your first day of training alongside Victoria, you couldn't help but cringe at what was about to unfold.

“Ze weten dat je geen Engels spreekt, y/n.” They know you don't speak English. She spoke, wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulders, squeezing you into her chest. “Ze zijn allemaal erg aardig.” They are all very nice.

You didn't reply, choosing to keep your arm around Victoria’s waist, your eyes filtering over each of the girls.

“Ah, hier is ze!” Ah, here she is. Viv said, walking out from beside Beth Mead, jogging towards you, eloping you into a crushing hug.

“Ik heb je gemist, y/n, hoe gaat het met je?” I’ve missed you, y/n. How have you been? She asked, holding onto your shoulders as she kissed the top of your head. The London chill meant that you were wearing a black long-sleeve under your shirt, its hem being detained in your hands. The chill of the air nipped your cheeks. The Netherlands were cold, but so was London.

“Hetzelfde. Ik ben goed.” Same. I'm good. You let out meekly, noticing a bouncy Beth Mead waddle over to the three of you, holding her hand out for you to shake. You had played against Beth before, and of course, you knew her from Viv, so you made sure to look her in the eye when you shook her hand.

“Hi!” She sounded cheerfully, keeping a ball at her feet. “I’m Beth!”

“Y/n.” You replied, trying to reciprocate her delight with a small smile. “I'm Y/n.”

Your eyes widened slightly when a ball came flying at the four of you, causing you all to yelp out and duck before it hit anyone. Everyone looked in the direction the ball had come from, a strong, Irish and Australian accent on cue to yell out.

“Sorry!” The duo cringed, running over to retrieve the ball with a grimace.

“Katie kicked it.” The Australian one said, but you didn't understand. You saw the pained expression on her face, and how the Irish woman, who you knew as Katie, glared at her in shock.

“It was a joint effort, I’ll have you know.”

“Oh, fuck off, no it wasn't—”

“Ze vechten.” They’re fighting. Victoria muttered to you, making you laugh.

“Ik dacht.” I figured.

The two girls were silenced after another woman came marching up to the growing group, looking at you with a stern expression before softening the crease between her eyebrows. You knew she was Kim Little by her motherly stare.

Next to her was Jennifer Beattie, an Arsenal Defender. She had her arms crossed around her chest, shaking her head in false disapproval before strolling over to you, calling out to Jonas, whom you had met when you discussed your contract.

You felt like crawling into a hole and dying, the whole occasion of being introduced to everyone made your skin crawl. Of course, no one necessarily made you feel out of place, but you refused to let Victoria’s arm go throughout the whole ordeal. You knew most of the players due to their prominence in women’s football. Most of these women set the scene for how the sport is seen today, and the mere thought of them knowing who you were was surreal.

The two girls that were arguing before, Caitlin Foord and Katie McCabe were the first to come up to you. Victoria told you they were sorry, and you shook your head and brushed the apology off, not really knowing how to say the right words in English.

Steph Catley and Leah Williamson came up to you next, saying very few yet simple words before hugging you and wishing you luck. Alessia Russo was next, and you couldn't help but giggle as her cheeks went red as she started to speak.

“Erm— sorry, hold on.” The striker looked at Pelova, who prodded her on with her hands. Russo looked back at you, trying hard to remember what she wanted to say.

“Leuk… Leuk je te ontmoeten. Erm- sorry. Ik hoop… Ik hoop dat je geniet… van… Londen.” It’s nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy London. You knew from her strained expression that she was well aware of how much she butchered the language with her English accent, but you pursed your lips together and smiled gratefully. The thought was genuine.

“Thank you.” You muttered, your slim vocabulary in English coming in handy. “It’s… nice to meet you, too.”

Alessia looked to be most accomplished with herself, asking Victoria a question before she was cut off by Jonas’ booming voice.

You waited, trying your hardest to latch onto an idea of what he was saying, but gave up when you felt someone behind you pulling you away from Vic’s side, leading towards the other end of the pitch.

When you faced the girl in front of you, she must've realised that she had startled you, since her eyes widened at your expression.

She was short, but your height, with a scrunchie in her hair and a training jumper over her Jersey. You couldn't count the hundreds of freckles that patterned her face, her doe-like Brown eyes looking at you with a mix of shock and awe.

“Hello, my name’s Kyra. Steph told me your name is Y/n… Jonas said that we are partners, so you can start if you want.”

You didn't say anything. You wish you could, but the words that left her lips were foreign. You felt a flush run across your face, humiliation at your lack of words hitching your breath. You must've looked so stupid since the girl waited for you to reply. Everyone was set off into pairs, a ball adorned between each of them.

The girl in front of you had the ball, picking it up and fidgeting with it in her hands. You stared at each other in silence, neither of you particularly knowing what to do. It wasn't until the girl put the ball to her feet, kicking it towards you, that you communicated in some way.

Instead of talking, the girl showed you the drills, pretending to be Jonas by overexaggerating her actions by marching around, waving her hands vigorously, and using the ball to make you laugh at her ridiculous impression of your Manager.

Her number was thirty-two, yours was thirty-three, and somehow it made you feel more of a connection with her. She was very patient if you didn't understand what you were doing the first time around, and you began to wonder if number thirty-two was trying hard not to talk just for the fun of it.

She never made you feel as if you were annoying her with the lack of audible contact, in fact, she looked to find it a fun game between the pair of you.

No one chose to interrupt or try and sever the consecutive numbers, finding Kyra’s unusual silence amicable in contrast to her typical outgoing self. Both Viv and Vic were eyeing you from where they stood with their respective partners, hesitant about the choice of Kyra as your partner, as you two were very different personalities. But after a while, the two Dutch women stopped looking to see if you were okay, hearing your faint giggles from the view of a giddy Kyra enough to reassure them.

Because of this, training went by quickly for everyone. Today was a pretty easy session, similar to the ones you knew from back home. You knew you were wrapping up when Kyra started juggling the ball, singing a loud tune before passing it over to you.

You moved your feet up and down as you juggled the ball from one foot to the other. Kyra giggled when she missed the ball you passed to her, tripping over her own feet and rolling around on the floor, clutching her stomach in laughter. You did this for a while, before Kyra dragged you across the field and to the stack of drink bottles.

You didn't really know where you were going, so you let Kyra take your hand and lead the way, walking behind her as you passed the bike rack and towards the indoor fields.

You didn't begin to doubt Kyra until you had pretty much walked the length of the training centre, where you had long discarded the fields you were once training on.

“Kyra.” You ushered, making the Australian stop in her tracks at the sound of your voice. She pivoted on her heel, staring at you absolutely gobsmacked.

You looked around, trying to find the words to get across what you wanted to say.

“Say it in Dutch,” Kyra answered, catching a glimpse of your reticence.

You thought to yourself for a second before nodding. “Waar gaan we heen?”

Kyra’s eyes widened, obviously not comprehending a word you said. She looked around, trying to find a solution.

She grabbed your hand again and led you down another corridor, pushing past a few doors, weaving through the never-ending maze of rooms before finally making your way back to the locker rooms, where Vic had taken you to drop off your possessions before training.

Kyra rushed to pick up her phone, waddling over to you, typing away vigorously and smiling up at you when a voice rang from the device.

“Ik kom uit Australië.” I'm from Australia. The voice spoke.

You laughed, taking the phone from the girl’s hands and writing down a reply.

“I know. I can tell by your funny accent.”

Kyra gasped, snatching the phone off you and furiously writing down a retort. You couldn't help but gape at her fondly, biting your lip at the sight of her concentration.

“Mijn accent is niet grappig, mijn grappen wel.” My accent is not funny, my jokes are. The phone sounded.

Before you could type out your own reply, Kyra went back to typing, but instead of letting the audio play, she squinted down at the translated sentence.

“Ik zou je… veel grappen kunnen… vertellen, weet je? Zou je ze graag… willen… horen?” I could tell you heaps of jokes, you know? Would you like to hear them?

For some reason, the Dutch that left the Australian’s lips left you gushing, nodding your head up and down as you grabbed her phone.

When you translated the sentence you had written down, looking down at the words in utter confusion, you sighed. Kyra was definitely no expert in your language, but you were just downright pathetic in hers.

She must've noticed your dismay since she looked over your shoulder, pointing at the first word. “Yes… but do you… have time... to tell… them all?”

She waited for you to sound out each word, humming and nodding in recognition when you repeated the sounds.

She smiled at you, taking her phone. You waited for the audio to play back to you. Kyra’s smirk only grew when she handed her phone back to you, the Contact App up on her phone — your name typed in and phone number blank.

You laughed, and she did too.

You could get use to this communication.

(just pretend it's you)

arsenalwfc : Cooney-Cross showing Y/L/N the ropes before our big clash on Sunday!

Comments:

kyracooneyx — best partner‼️ Laten we gaan gunners (let's go)

^ yourusername — 💗💗

^ user2 — THE DUTCH 😭😭😭

^ user3 — sleeping on the highway tonight, they're so cute 💔

User7 — the eyes chica 😍😍

katie_mccabe11 — quietest training session yet LOVE YOU Y/N

^ kyracooneyx — um rude 😡

vivannemiedema — Where did you two go after training?!

^ kyracooneyx — um, home? 🥰

^ victoriapelova — HAHAHAHA

kimlittle10 — welcome Y/N ❤️

^ yourusername — 💗

User1 — the duo we never knew we needed 🙌🏼🙌🏼

*liked by kyracooneyx

bethmead_ — happy to have you here Y/n!!!!

^ yourusername — Thank you ❤️

^ kyracooneyx — what about me?

^ caitlinfoord — what about you? 🤣

^ user4 — HAVSJDVSJSHSJS I'm dying

User5 — Y/n doesn't speak English, how did they even talk? Lol

^ user6 — Viv and Vic are there. I'm sure she was fine.

User7 — she's not even that good, at this point they're just getting anyone.

^ kyracooneyx — womp womp

* liked by yourusername

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Number Thirty-Three 💗

You : what does ‘womp womp’ mean?

Ky : Niets, net als het. Xx Nothing, just like it. Xx

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#kyra cooney cross #woso x reader #arsenal wfc #arsenal x reader #katie mccabe x reader #caitlin foord #kim little #leah williamson #vivianne miedema #beth mead #woso community #woso fanfics #fluff

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regonold · 2 months

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I wanna see more feral and unhinged danny like danny whos on the edge but not quite as feral a d unhinged as possible

Like ok danny gets a regular ass job in some city but he's free and living as a normal ass human for the first time in years

And he's doing fine at it there's a few slip ups but eh he can pass them off as Midwestern quirks so far everything was going great

Until some guy started creeping on one of his younger coworkers and danny promised he wouldn't do anything ghostly so he didn't he just made sure to always block her interacting with the guy when possible

But then that man touched her he spanked her as she bent over to pick something up and he was angry

So angry he didn't notice when his nails sharpend and elongated and screached the metal of the door nor how his eyes gained an eierrie geen glow nor the low guttural growl of a predator echoing from him

He didn't notice but his coworkers did they noticed the flickering lights the sudden chill in the previously hot space the feeling of being in a room with a dangerous predator

Danny started stalking forward makeing no noise the man had of course noticed what was happening by now and was staring at danny in fear

Danny stalked ever closer and was he always this tall he seemed to be looming over the man now

L̷̡̛͎̰͎̬̘̘̩̲͔̏̀́̏̆̒̏̊̌̀̚ͅe̷̡͙̠̙̝͉̝͇̟̣̞̣̱̳͖͊̌͆̔͆͆̉a̶̲͓̤͖̦̅̿̀v̵͇̝̫̫̫̲̎̍ȩ̸̜̞̗͖͓͚̻͙͓̰͙̗̤̮̼̖͌̆̿̊̎̄̾̀̍̌̉ He growled out and the man ran as if demons were chasing him

And suddenly as if it never happened it all stopped danny wasn't a tall looming clawed predator he was just danny again danny checking if tracy was ok

#danny phantom #danny fenton #feral danny #ok i just wanted an excuse for writing a vauge idea i hand in my head

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metalotaku-da · 7 months

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So many cross overs so narrow of common hero choices. Let's expand a little.

"Rip what the hell is that?"

"It appears sir, to be a small human child. Around the developmental stage of 4-5"

"Even you know better than to cuss infront of kids.

"I was gone for five minutes."

"Actually I snapped you back to a minute after you left."

"Are You misser booser gol?"

"Yeah kid that's me. You a fan or something who got into something you shouldn't to find me?"

"No. Clockie said tis for you." Hands a sticky note to booster.

Note reads: this is Danny. You will care for him from now on. See this as payment for resetting your time line safely. If you even try pass him off to Bruce wayne/batman, I will ensure your entire familial line never touched time traversing. And you stayed forever trapped in the 31st century. -clockwork master ancient of all time. P.s. there is not conning your way out of this. I will hunt down every ancestor or decendant for all time.

"This looks very serious sir. Congratulations sir you are a father Now"

"Wow kid. Clockie must hate you. I'm so sorry."

"I'm not that bad of an option. Obviously I was judged better that batsy."

"Clockie ass hero I want to say wiff."

"OH kiddo and you asked for the greatest hero boostergold?"

"I wike space. He say geen lanern is space. He take care of me."

"I'm so sorry sir, you have already disappointed your new child. Should I take a commemorative photo of this milestone moment for you?"

"No" "yes skeets"

Camera flashes.

"I shall add this photo to a new album labeled baby book. It is labeled Danny's first disappointment, sir."

"Thank you skeets." X2 one sarcastic one pleased.

"I wan geen lanern."

"Think you're gonna need help anyway Micheal. Call one of them. Not guy."

"I would never co-parent with guy. What kind of idiot do you take me for?"

"Rip takes you as the utmost idiot sir. As does most of the justice league sir."

"Thanks skeets."

"You are most welcome sir."

"Can I pay wif the talking space ship?"

"Sure kid." Pushes skeets into the kids hands.

"I do not believe I am rated for physical interaction by children under 10 sir."

"To bad skeets." Picks up Danny who looks up at him instead of at skeets to smile all teeth. "Holy shit are those fangs? We are going to go see my friend Ted now. He will know what to do."

"He will atleast know not to cuss infront of kids. Don't know about the rest."

"Is ted geen lanern?"

Cue shenanigans. They were roommates, but adopted a child.

"Does Batman know you stole a child from him?" <- Jaime when he visits.

"Do not even joke like that. My existence is at stake."

"Batsy is the new beetle juice. In this house."

"Are You geen lanern?"

"Sorry kid I am blue beetle."

"Should I take a picture for Danny's third disappointment since becoming your child sir?"

"No skeets."

"3rd? How long you had him?"

"A week"

"Ouch. Hey kiddo why do you want to meet green lantern? Aren't these guys just as cool?"

"Considering the average human body temperature is 98.6 degrees I do not believe they qualify as cool sir." Jaime is picking up danny to hold on his hip.

"Clockie says geen lanern is space." Danny smiles.

"Are those fangs? Is this a meta kid? You like space? My scarab is from space. Isn't that just as... Oh My, no scarab!" Scarab starts to go into protect host mode while screaming danger desteoy threat in Jaime head just as Danny's eyes start to glow green at the statement and his mouth splits inhumanly wide with even more teeth. Ted and Michael scramble to grab Danny and move him away from Jaime till he gets control of the scarab again. But Danny has a death grip and won't let go of his new friend.

"I do believe sir that your new child qualifies as a meta. Should I take a picture to commemorate your child's first power demonstration sir?"

#dcxdp #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #blue beetle #booster gold #ted kord #dc universe #danny phantom

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circeius-invidioso · 29 days

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I do not get why the Red Corsairs are not a popular choice.

Like.

Like here is the elevator pitch for the warband and then we can come to some justified conclusion.

What isn't there to love?

You want me to turn into an infomencial and make a top 3 reasons why the Red Corsairs are great?

Cause I can.

And I will.

The Diverse Working Enviroment

Here in the Red Corsairs we might have started as Ultramarines but the barrier for entry is on the floor. So anyone can join.

You are Night Lord with a bad rep and no ship.

Buckle up we got you covered.

You are a Fallen and have 20 Dark Angels all up in yo business? Trying to shoot down the boss babe you are?

Fear not, or in our case. Know no Fear. We are strapped and don't get clapped.

You are a traitor that likes their Legion but sadly you got in our way?

Tough luck buddy, you will join or die and your geene seed will join our cause. Nothing personal battle brother. Just business as usual.

Everyone is welcome as long as they follow Huron's guidelines and don't aggitate the topless sweaty Khorne worshipping Ultramarines in the basement.

Sustainability

Unlike the corrupt Imperium of man and the corpse Emperor our leader is powered by miracles (which is trully a miracle how he survived but that on the next section), and we use 0 psyckers to power our crap.

Our carbon footprint is also minimum as we use salvaged goods and don't indulge in toxic industries that destroy worlds.

The Red Corsair base of operation is in the Eye of Terror and from there we expand our scope. A place greatly known for its constant shifts, and horrible conditions but the tan our serfs have are spectacullar from all that cosmic radiation.

Finally we are commited to recycling. As in we take from our victims benefactors and put those stolen goods to some great use. Nothing goes to waste, neither mortal, nor static object. If something is not nailed on the floor we will take it.

In fact we might take the floor too and the nails used to set it in place.

Nothing goes to waste!

Unmatched Leadership

Last, but certainly not least.

The man.

The myth.

The Legend.

Huron Blackheart.

Aka Lufgt Huron.

Aka what would happen if we gave a compressed Guilliman a daemonic familiar and left him to ferment in a warp storm.

Not only the name is so edgy you might cut yourself by saying it out loud. But also it's complex enough that if you say it quickly three times without twisting your tongue theres is a chance furniture might start levitating.

The man has put his Ultramarine brain to use and amased enough influence and power to put the Black Legion to shame.

Huron went from 0 to 100 in no time, he is a self made Warmaster. With no daddy issues or troubles in the world, he goes into battle blasting Alestorm in the voxxcasters.

He does not care.

He probably wears this when he wants to relax.

You think he cares?

He does not care.

He has a biker gang specifically organized to hunt down those who have betrayed him.

They slap those things on their armors not for the usual biker reason

(which fun fact the meaning is, 99% of the bikers are law-abiding, where the 1% are not. That's where the 1% comes from. The more you know 🌈)

no they wear that 1% because that's how high are your chances of escaping from them are.

Is that a bit extreme?

Yes.

You think he cares?

He does not care.

The dude once gathered his buddies and decided...

to you know. Have a casual outing. Nothing too serious, it was a sunday afteral.

So they decided on.

Kidnapping Guilliman.

Which they almost did if not for a Fallen of all people getting in the way.

But still.

The mad lad took Macragge's Honour and went on a joyride/ mini civil war.

Who in the galaxy can turn and say.

Yeah, I stole Macragge's Honour, almost captured my old Primarch. Told a daemon prince they are irrelevant on my way there. Anyway after crushing a fool who thought he could take my crown as king of the space pirates, I went to the home planet of the White Scars and kidnapped and tortured their Chapter Master. What did you do this week? 💅

Who wouldn't want to be a part of that?

You tell me I can be an immortal, gorgeous chaos Ultramarine goth boy going on pirate adventures across the galaxy?

Where do I sign up?

I don't need ink for a signature.

I will use my own blood.

#warhammer #warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #wh40k #shitpost #red corsairs #chaos ultramarines #chaos space marines #games workshop #black library #huron is the chaos ultramarines representation we deserve

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suzukiblu · 2 months

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‘The middle of starting over’ by Sabrina carpenter kind of reminds me of Krypton lives and Kara did not sign up for this

“Do you understand what I mean by that?” Kara asks, suspecting she should dread the answer but knowing she needs to be clear here. “That you belong to our house?”

“Our genetic material is Kal-El’s. Not our own,” Match replies, neutral and by rote. Thirteen’s mouth goes even tighter.

“We’re not stupid,” he snaps at her, his fists clenching by his sides.

Kara considers committing a war crime against a backwater planet. Just one war crime.

“The insult of our continued existence will be tolerated as long as we prove useful to the House of El,” Match says, just as toneless and just as practiced as before. Like it’s something he’s said a thousand times, when he hasn’t even been alive long enough to say a thousand things. Something he just knows to be a foundational fact of life.

. . . maybe two war crimes, Kara thinks, carefully packing up her seething fury before she can start shouting at the two people in this situation who deserve it the least. There’s two of Thirteen and Match, so that’s fair, isn’t it? Justifiable?

“No,” she says very, very evenly. “It means you’re part of our family.”

Thirteen flinches, and looks very briefly hurt before his jaw clenches. Then he just looks angry. Match’s expression is the most perfectly blank it’s been so far and doesn’t change at all.

They’re very different, for how alike they look. She shouldn’t be surprised by that, but it’s . . . disorienting, a little.

Mostly because they’re both so different from Kal, she thinks. Neither of them is a thing like him at all. Even at their “age”, he was nothing like either of them. She can’t even imagine how hard a time he must be having understanding them, when they’re both so wildly different from him in such different ways.

But at Thirteen and Match’s “age”–at both of their ages, both the literal and physiological ones–Kal was an adored only child with a bright future and brilliant prospects and all of Uncle Jor and Aunt Lara’s morals and love instilled in him, not a pair of lab-built “weapons” who must’ve heard their existence called an “insult” somewhere. Who must’ve been told they were stupid time and time again; must’ve been told they weren’t worth anything more than being carriers of the DNA that’d been stolen to make them time and again. Must’ve been told they were possessions and things and at best slaves to–

Kara exhales, very slowly, and pulls the rice out of her pantry.

“I’m making milk rice,” she informs them shortly. Milk rice sounds like something Earthling children’s palates should appreciate. Mostly children eat it here too, so it makes sense. “What kind do you want?”

“Milk . . . what?” Thirteen wrinkles his nose in confusion. Has Kal even given these kids dessert before, Kara thinks, trying not to lose her mind. Was there any real information about food or fashion or culture in that “gesture of goodwill” information packet that he presented the Earthling governments with? Because judging by how they’re dressed and the dialects they’re using and the fact that they don’t even know milk rice . . .

“Milk rice,” she repeats. “It’s a dessert. Milk and rice are involved. Usually it’s made with either bly fruit or katso sauce. Or spygin, but that’s mostly an Argo City thing.”

Thirteen and Match both stare blankly at her for a moment before their eyes slide to each other instead. Thirteen’s jaw visibly tightens. Match’s eyes just barely narrow.

“We don’t know what that is,” Thirteen says, glancing back to her warily. “The . . . ‘buh-lye fruit’ and ‘kasso sauce’. Or . . . ‘spy-geen’?”

Right, Kara thinks, and doesn’t let herself sigh again. They’re going to get the wrong idea if she keeps doing that.

“Bly fruit is sweet and katso sauce is savory,” she says, carefully enunciating the words without making it completely obvious that she’s correcting Thirteen’s pronunciation. “Spygin’s a spice. Kind of . . . sharp and smoky, I guess, but a little sweet too. It’s hard to describe. Goes good with milk-based things.”

“. . . you’re asking us what flavor we want?” Match asks incredulously, like the idea’s somehow just occurred to him.

Maybe three war crimes, Kara thinks. Lantern-level war crimes with a side of unfathomable solar superpowers. No one could blame her for just three, at this point.

#anonymous #wip: krypton lives and kara did not sign up for this #long post

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steven-myself · 5 months

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"54" - Adel Bouteldja photographed by Baldovino Barani for FACTORY Fanzine

#rufskin #americana #54 #green eyes #adel bouteldja #baldovino barani #factory fanzine #studio 54 #vintage #70s #muscle #beauty #geen eyes #studio54

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druidshollow · 1 month

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I am looking at you with big ol eyes Does rosaries have a reference of sorts ? or a drawing with colors ?

ugly ref time!! vey do now!! absolutely messed up thing. sorry this ref is so ugly i need to go to bed for work lmao

geen

#iterator oc #druid draw #off string au #os rosaries #ref #ref sheet

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touchlikethesun · 8 months

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are you kidding me, i knew that it was easy to get by in amsterdam with english, but i didn't want to be one of those presumptuous anglophones, so i practiced over and over what my coffee order would be. i got to the front of the line, and i ask with my best practiced accent "mag ik een kopje koffie, geen suiker, geen melk, alstublieft?" and the barista looks me dead in the eyes and says "sorry, i don't speak dutch, can you say it in english?" like??? we're literally in the netherlands and the barisita doesn't speak dutch??? how is that possible??? how did he get the job???

#i'm in the business district cause reasons but still #that just doesn't feel right to me...#linguistics #sociolinguistics #dutch #personal

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lovesickgolbach · 1 year

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Words I Didn't Say 2 || LN4

Description: It may very well never be the same, but at least it will all be alright.

Pairings: Lando Norris x Reader

Warnings: Yelling, fighting, swearing, mentions of abuse.

Part 1

It had been a mere 3 hours since you read that letter, that stupid fucking letter. All you wanted to do was scream or hit something. Your heart was hurting, but the anger in your chest was burning, fully overshadowing that feeling. A soft knock on your door caught your attention and in walked the last person you wanted to see.

"Ga weg, nu!" Get out, right now you spoke to Max, calmly, suppressing your anger.

"Ik wil mijn excuses aanbie-"I want to apologize ab- you cut him off buy shaking your head and raising your hand to his face. "Ik wil het niet horen. Ga. Weg." I don't need to hear it. Get. Out. the anger building more and more in your body, your limbs going numb from how hard you were trying to suppress it.

Yes, Max and your father was known for their aggressive nature, but so were you, you were just able to control it better. So fights in the Verstappen household were always full blown and sometimes violent. (But not from you and Max, you always just yelled at one another)

"I'm not leaving Y/n! We gaan dit godverdomme eerst uitpraten!!" We're fucking talking this out first!! Max half-yelled. "And I don't want to talk to you Max!!! Please just leave me alone! I'm upset! I'm hurt! Je maakt het alleen maar erger! Je had geen reden om net tegen me te schreeuwen!!" All you're doing is making it worse! You had no reason to yell at me like you did earlier!! the tears were fully streaming down your face, silently but there were many of them. They weren't sad tears, they were tears of frustration, of hurt.

Max looked at you and sighed. "What was the letter about?"

"None of your business" you spoke wiping your cheeks and placing the letter back into the envelope carefully.

"Did you lie about Lando?" Max broke the silence, looking at you with a cold expression. Your heart sank hearing his words. "W-what?" you turned around to look hat him, sort of understanding but not fully knowing what he meant by his words.

"Did you lie about what Lando came to do here? You let him in and blamed it on Penelope!" he accused. You were speechless. "Oh, dus je ontkent het niet? Dus het is de waarheid?!" Oh so you aren't denying it? So its the truth?! he kept accusing you, his voice getting louder and louder.

You stood frozen, unsure of what to say. Your eyes blurred with tears again, he kept yelling accusations your way but they all blended into one, your mind was foggy, his voice was muffled and you were overwhelmed and confused.

"ANSWER ME Y/N!!!" Max finally yelled, at full force. He raised his hands in frustration which made you flinch, letting out a small surprised squeak at his sudden outburst. Your ears were ringing, instantly feeling sick to your stomach at his tone of voice and the motion his hands made.

Run. Leave. Get out, get out, get out.

Your Fight or flight response chose flight. You grabbed the letter and the nearest piece of clothing, running out of the door as quickly as your legs could carry you. You ran. That's all you could do, was run.

Before you knew it, you were violently banging on an all too familiar door.

Lando had opened it quickly, his eyes nearly falling out of his head at the sight of you. You threw yourself into his arms, sobbing and shaking violently.

He was confused and concerned, but he wrapped his arms around you anyway. He never said anything, unsure of what to say. All you could do was cry, you gripped onto the material of his shirt, seeking protection. Instantly, Lando knew what was going on, as soon as you grabbed his shirt in that way.

It wasn't a secret that Jos, your father was the "tough love" kind of man. He would put Max through hours of grueling work on the go kart track, in the middle of freezing cold winters. All you could ever do was watch, he never let you near Max, especially if he was on track, but this particular day, your father had seemingly woken up on the wrong side of the bed, so he had taken out his frustrations out on little Max, you and him had only been about 6 or 7 at the time.

It had snowed the previous night, so it was cold and the track was slippery. Max had gotten a few laps in and eventually Jos had let him go warm up his hands in the van, after copious amounts of begging. Max had come in and sat down, you immediately took his hands into yours and pulled them closer to your chest, as you had always done for him. He snuggled into your side. "It's so cold out there.. daddy is in a really bad mood today.." he closed his eyes, yawning.

"I'll ask him if we can go home then, I don't want you to be cold" you said, looking at your brother who's cheeks were red from the cold. He nodded. "I'll wait here then" he had said as you were leaving.

"Papa?" you had looked up at him. "What Y/n!?" he growled, looking down at you with angry eyes.

"I want to go home..." you looked down, sadness laced in your voice. You weren't expecting him to sound so harsh.

"Fucking stupid little girl!!! I didn't even want you here in the first place! You're a distraction to your brother!!! You can't be making this about yourself!! Get back in the fucking van!!!" your father had been growling at you. You were scared, but he was in fact your father so you never thought he would get violent, especially as an innocent 6 year old.

"B-but papa-" you had croaked out, but you were cut off from a stinging sensation on your face. Your own father had slapped you, a little innocent girl, hard. That's all you remember from that day. But it will forever haunt you.

Lando walked you inside slowly. He guided you to the couch and held you close, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

You had eventually calmed down, still shaking and you had those 'post-sob' hiccups, but you were definitely way calmer than what you were when you first turned up. Lando tucked your hair behind your ear softly. "What triggered the attack, Y/n?" his voice was calm, almost a whisper.

"Muh-Max.." you had managed to say. The attack may have been over but you were still petrified. Max looked a lot like your father in that moment. His red face, the way the color of his eyes changed, the way his voice became a growl when he was angry.

You shuddered remembering what Max had looked like. "Shh I've got you" Lando cooed, he had learned how to help you with these attacks over the course of your relationship. It was something he had perfected, was being able to calm you down.

You sighed. "I-I'm sorry, Lando.. I-I didn't know where else to go a-and I-"

"It's fine Y/n, I'm glad you came here. I know you're safe" he smiled sweetly.

And for the first time in a long time, things had felt normal again. Like they were meant to be this way. You knew your relationship with Lando would probably never be the same considering what had happened betwen you two, but that doesn't mean you can't continue as friends.

You were safe with him.

He was your home, your real home.

a/n: there you go ya filthy animals, as promised, part 2 with a (kinda) happy ending :)

edit: it's literally 7 months after i wrote part 1, this has been in my drafts since like november 💀 sorry about that

Part 3

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Whispers of the night - Lloyd Garmadon x F!reader

Part 1 - previous - next

Your POV:

When I made my way downstairs for breakfast the next morning, I heard the voices of multiple people coming from the living room.

I walked inside and my eyes widened at the sight in front of me.

“Ah, look at that, she’s awake,” my father walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. “This is my eldest daughter Y/n, it’s her you will be protecting and looking after,” my dad said.

“Y/n, this is the geen ninja, he will be your body guard for multiple days in the week, things are becoming more serieus than we expected.” He explained and I nodded slightly in disbelief.

Malcolm and my mom where in the room aswel. I could see by the look in my mothers eyes that she had been crying.

“What about Ace?” I asked, looking at my dad. “Can he go to school again, now that Malcolm can be around to protect him?” I said and my father nodded.

“Yes, Ace is allowed to go to school again, I am afraid that he does have to be followed around, but I have my suspicions that Ace wouldn’t mind and actually find it rather cool,” he said and I chuckled slightly.

From what I could hear, Malcolm was going over my protection procedures with Greenie and I decided to sit next to my mom and take her hands in mine, hoping it brought some reassurance, she smiled at me and I gave her a warm smile back.

“What about work? Can I work again? We have to close on the Tuesday because I can’t be there,” I said and my father was silent for a moment, contemplating his answer.

“Fine,” he said and I was about to cheer when he turned around. “But only Tuesday,” he said and my face fell. “But on Thursday I work with Lu!” I complained and he gave me a stern look.

“That is my final answer, don’t go in discussion with me,” he said warningly and I grumbled but complied.

“I think it’s a good idea if we let you two get to know each other and make agreements about how you will proceed,” my mom looked at me and greenie.

My dad agreed with her and soon enough the two of us where alone in the room.

“How ironic,” he said and I gave him a look. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” I asked and he smirked at me trough the mask. “I know I am,” he winked.

“But honestly, we do need to talk about what the plan will be, Malcolm told me that he lets you be at school?” He asked and I nodded at him.

“Yes, he just chills in the teachers room and he drives me to school and back again.” I explained and the ninja nodded. “Alright, we’ll keep that up, I’ll leave you be at school and you push that scare button if something happens,” he said and I nodded in agreement.

“What about work?” He asked and I thought for a moment. “Well, I think it’ll be fine if you just stay in the back, I mean, I am there a lot aswel, the shop is rather small so it’ll be easy to find me, and yeah, I think it’ll work,” I shrugged and he nodded along.

“Alright, then that’s that, now I do have to say, whenever you are in public, let’s say with friends or maybe alone or whatever, I will be close to you at all times, the procedure has changed for that.” He explained and I thought for a moment.

“How does that work?” I asked a bit confused. “You see, if you are with friends, let’s say at the skatepark -you’re there a lot no?- then I will be just outside the gates of the skatepark and you will remain in my eyesight at all times,” he explained.

“Alright, I can work with that- but I have a question,” I said and met his eyes. “Shoot,” he said, I leaned forwards slightly as if the answer would come faster that way.

“How did my parents manage to contact you?” I asked. “Oh, yeah apparently your father knows our sensei, and if he didn’t, we actually have a phone number you can call in case of an emergency,” he explained as if he was expecting a complexer question.

“I see… does that mean my father knows your identity?” I asked and the green ninja was silent in thought for a moment. “I actually have no idea,” he admitted, making me chuckle.

“Wait but like- am I allowed to hang out with friends today?” I asked and he shrugged. “I don’t know, I’m your bodyguard, not your babysitter,” he said and I smiled at took my phone out of my back pocket.

“Great, I’m going to see if I can grab some breakfast with a friend- or well, yeah friend is fine,” I mumbled the last bit and his eyes narrowed slightly, but I didn’t think much of it.

I opened my phone and saw his number at the top of my contact list.

You

Hey blondie!

Wanna grab breakfast?

I looked at my screen, he always texted back within a minute, but for some reason, he didn’t do that now.

Not read either, so for all I knew he wasn’t ignoring me again.

“What’s wrong?” The green ninja got up and walked over. “You seem troubled.” He stated and I looked at my screen to see that Lloyd had been online around 3 AM last.

“Oh, my friend isn’t answering, he normally answers almost instantly,”’ I said a bit disappointed. “Give the boy some time, Princess, he’ll answer,” greenie waved his hand and I chuckled slightly and put my phone down.

“If he doesn’t answer I’ll probably call James, if he’s awake, that lazy bitch sleeps until twelve or so,” I said making the green ninja huff out a small laugh.

Suddenly my brother came running into the room, making both of us look up. There were stars in his eyes as he looked at the green ninja and he pointed at him, not able to form words.

Greenie pointed right back at him making Ace squeal in excitement. “N/n- n/n it’s the green ninja!” He said making me chuckle. “Yes, I can see that,” I said and he jumped up and down in excitement.

“Hey there, bud,” greenie said and a grin spread across Ace’s face. “Can I get your autograph?” He asked and the ninja chuckled slightly. “If you get me a pen and some paper, I will give you an autograph,” he promised and Ace bolted away.

“Sorry about that,” I apologised but the green ninja was obviously smiling through the mask. “Don’t worry about it, I love it when kids freak out at the sight of us, I appareantly have an autograph now, which I suddenly had to make up one time,” he admitted and I laughed.

Ace came running back in and shoved the pen and paper into greenies hands. He signed it, put Ace’s name under it and handed the notebook back.

“Holy shit-” he said making me scoff. “Language Ace!” But he just ignored me. “I have the autograph of the green ninja!” He jumped up and down once again.

“Why are you even protecting my sister? I am way more important than her!” He rolled his eyes making me give an offended noice. “You little gremlin!” I said and he laughed and stuck out his tongue at me.

“Well, at the moment, your sister needs it a little more,” greenie said and Ace grumbled before his attitude changed and he looked back at me.

“Is he your boyfriend?” He asked and my face became red. “Ace!” I said and greenie laughed. “Oh wait! You went on a date with that blonde boy, didn’t you? Didn’t you, Y/n?” He asked and I shook my head.

“Ace, please, go to your room, the green ninja and I have some important things to discuss,” I said and with some grumbled Ace left the room, probably off to raid the kitchen.

“Awe, why sent him away, I like him,” greenie said and I gave him a glare. “I would prefer it if he didn’t spill my entire non-existing diary too you in his excitement,” I said making him chuckle lightly.

It was silent for a moment, we didn’t have much to talk about, did we?

I just looked at my phone to see if Lloyd had replied, but he hadn’t read the message yet. Maybe he was at work?

“So, blonde boy, huh?” Greenie suddenly said and I looked up. “Uh, yeah,” I said before a smirk made its way to my face, “what, you jealous?” I asked and he huffed a small laugh.

“Maybe a bit,” he winked, making my heart rate quicken slightly, oh how I hoped he didn’t hear that.

“Mhm, gotta stop with the pet names now,” I said and he gave me a daring look. “As if,” he said cockily. “Your blonde boy can suck it up,” he said making me laugh.

“Do tell me, sweetheart, what’s his name?” He asked and I was about to reply before stoping myself.

“Well, this is awkward,” I said and he raised an eyebrow. “What?” He asked and chuckled a bit. “It’s uh, it’s Lloyd Garmadon,” I said and he let out a small laugh in disbelief.

“You’re going out with my arch enemies son?” He asked and I gave him a look. “Didn’t you turn Garmadon good again? Like multiple years ago?” I asked and he shrugged.

“Well, yeah, but still!” He said and I shook my head slightly. “You are such a drama queen,” I said making him laugh.

I shot another glance at my phone, still no reply. I let out a sigh of disappointment at this.

“Hey, is it alright if I go to the bathroom?” Greenie asked and I looked up. “Yes, of course,” I said. “It’s in the hall, the door on the left,” I said and he thanked me and stood up, leaving the room.

A minute later my phone buzzed and I immediately snatched it.

Blondie

Sounds good, only I’m really busy at the moment, sorry ):

You

Awe, now I have to go by myself ):

Blondie

Hey, don’t you make me feel bad

You

So lonely :<

Blondie

You’re going to make me cry

You

As if

Blondie

Currently crying :(

You

Sounds like it ain’t my problem I gotta grab breakfast alone now

Blondie

Damn, you’re mean

Maybe I might not show up for that date if you act like this

You

Wait nooooo

I’m sorry >:

Blondie

Forgiven

I’ll talk to you later, I have to go now

You

See you<3

I sent it and immediately regretted the heart. I pulled my legs up to my chest and banged my head against my knees slightly.

Alright, that was stupid, you just had your first date, no time for hearts yet.

It suddenly felt like your knees changed and looked up to see greenie had put his hand in the way.

“What are you doing?” He asked and I let myself fall back in the chair.

“I am scolding myself for being stupid,” I said and he gave me a look. “Did you steal skittles again?” He asked and I glared at him.

“Are you ever going to let that go?” I asked and he grinned. “Never,”

“Well, blondie can’t hang out with me, so I’ll be calling James in the hopes he’s awake,” I said and then dialed his number, putting the phone on speaker like I always did out of habit.

The phone rang for a few seconds before it was picked up.

“Hm, who’s this?” A tired voice sounded. “James, get your lazy ass out of bed, we’re going to get breakfast,” I said and he let out a dry chuckle.

“If you’re going to talk to me like that I ain’t coming,” he said and I rolled my eyes. “You just woke up because I called, didn’t you?” I asked and he mumbled something inaudible.

I looked at the green ninja, hoping he caught that with his great hearing and stuff. “He says you’re an annoying alarm clock,” he said making me let out an offended noice.

“Excuse you, Jamie, I am not annoying, I am just your very lonely best friend that needs attention.” I said and when he spoke again he sounded a lot more awake.

“Who’s with you?” He asked confused. “What? Why?” I asked, also a bit confused now.

“I don’t recognise his voice,” he sounded protective making me laugh. “No worries, it’s my new bodyguard,” I said.

“What, is Malcolm not enough anymore?” He asked and I shrugged, even though he couldn’t see. “Appareantly not,” I answered.

“Go get breakfast with your bodyguard, N/n, I’m to tired for this crap,” I heard him fall back on his bed and I sighed. “Well I don’t think it’s your normal everyday occurrence to just go and grab some breakfast with the green ninja,” I said and I heard him bold right up again.

“Excuse me?” He then asked for a video call making me laugh and accept. I saw his bed head, his hair was everywhere and there was actual drool visible on his chin.

“You look horrible,” I said and he mocked me in a childish voice. “Show me, I don’t believe you when you say the green ninja is your bodyguard,” he said and I chuckled, looking up at greenie who came to stand next to me and bend down to look at the screen.

“Hello there,” he said and James let out a screech. Greenie seemed surprised, I didn’t, this was actually quite normal.

“Holy shit! Why? Did your life get threatened this time?” James asked and I shrugged. “I don’t know, my dad just decided to invite this fucker into our home, not aware he once got mad at me because of a bag of skittles!” I bit at him and he gave me a look.

“You stole them!” He said and I rolled my eyes. “It was one bag!” I said and scoffed. “You are going to be a pain in the arse to look after aren’t you?” He asked and I grinned.

“I am happy you caught up.”

After calming down James, we hung up and I decided to just grab some food at home and take a walk in the park, meeting my friends later in the afternoon.

“Wait, but what if something happens and you need to leave?” I asked and he shrugged. “Probably won’t happen, except if something really big happened but I don’t expect that,” he said and I thought for a bit.

“But like- don’t you also have smaller missions?” Is asked and he nodded. “Yes, and I am currently on said mission and that is to protect you, I can’t get called on for another mission when I am already on one,” he said and I did the math in my head for a moment before understanding.

“Ohh, yes, alright I get it,” I grinned and he looked down at me with smiling eyes. It’s only then that I noticed how tall this guy actually was, making me actually stop in my tracks.

“Why are you so tall?” I asked and he chuckled. “You only just noticed I am taller then you?” He asked and I shook my head. “I noticed it that one time when you- you kind of pushed me against a wall, but I never thought about it any further.” I said and I saw his face become red.

“When did I push you against a wall?” He asked and I was at a loss for words for a moment when I realised how that sounded. “When like- when I stole the skittles, got caught me and you pushed me against a wall!” I said and poked a finger into his chest.

“You pushed me into a wall because of a bag if skittles!” I said in a confrontational voice making him chuckle slightly. “Sorry about that, Princess,” he said making me pull back my hand.

“What didn’t tell you about the nicknames?” I folded my arms and he tilted his head to the side. “That you have a boyfriend now and that I can’t call you that anymore?” He asked and I scoffed.

“Lloyd is not my boyfriend!” I said and he grinned at me. “Better not, you know, I am a way better choice than Lloyd Garmadon-” he started and I cut him off.

“Oh, shut it Greenie!” I said and he grinned down at me. “What, am I not?” He asked and I rolled my eyes.

“First off, don’t make me compare you and Lloyd, second off, big difference is that I’ve actually seen his face,” I said and he huffed.

“What does that have to do with anything?” He actually seemed quite offended. “Also, I bet I am way more handsome than him,” he said and I huffed an amused laugh.

“Yeah, sure,” I said and he bend down slightly, our faces a bit closer now. “Did you just insinuate you think Lloyd is handsome?” He asked and I rolled my eyes.

“He is! So what? Lloyd is actually, perfect boyfriend material,” I pointed out and greenie gave me an amused look.

“Oh? Tell me, why is he ‘perfect boyfriend material’ because I bet I can live up to it,” he said cockily and I scoffed.

“First off, he is actually really kind and funny, when he laughs he has a dimple on his right cheek, if he does something wrong -which only happened once- he apologises with chocolate and is actually genuinely sorry, he texts back immediately, except for today and that one time, he has beautiful eyes- and hair, of course, like it is so soft, also, he is just genuinely kind, like not fake kind you know?” I looked at the green ninja who was actually speechless for a moment as he looked at me.

“I also have green eyes,” he said and I groaned as he laughed at me. “I’m kidding, sweetheart, just know that if he does something wrong, you may always call me,” he said and I grinned a bit.

That night, as I laid in bed, I decided to on texting Lloyd.

Greenie was stationed outside my bedroom door, he had his nights of on Mondays, Wednesday and Thursdays, then Malcolm would take over. I had stated how that is unfair because he needed to sleep to, but he had promised that these where normally his patrol nights, so it was normal for him.

Altough I still didn’t agree, there was nothing I could do about it.

You

Blondieee

Are you up?

Blondie

I am

Why are you up??

You

Can’t sleep, kind of a crazy day

Blondie

What happened?

Got kidnapped??

I chuckled slightly at his joking around and texted back.

You

Not yet

Sadly

But I did get a new bodyguard.

Blondie

Ohh

Is he hotter than me?

You

I don’t know actually

But probably not ;)

Blondie

Are you flirting with me, L/n?

How do you not know??

You

Hey! You flirt with me all the time, let me aswel

But he’s actually a ninja, I can’t know his identity apparently

Blondie

Damn, as I said before, rich rich

Which one do you have?

Would be ironic if it was the green one

You

Well it was mostly because my dad knows their- whatever it is, boss??

And I do in fact have the green ninja…

Why is that ironic?

Blondie

Are you actually asking that question?

You

Ohhh, right, the evil dad thing

Blondie

Don’t call it the evil dad thing

You

What else do you want me to call it??

Blondie

Idk

You choose

You

Evil dad thing it is

Blondie

You’re insufferable

You

I know <:

Wanna hang out?

Blondie

Are you taking your bodyguard ninja with you? Maybe not a good idea??

Are you even allowed to leave the house at this time?

You

Obviously not to all the questions

Sneaking out is an art and I can do it perfectly

Blondie

What? No, don’t you sneak out

It’s dangerous!

Y/n??

You

Too late, I’m already opening my window.

I’ll see you in the park?

Blondie

No, you won’t see me in the park, I won’t be there and neither will you

N/n?

Ffs

I ran across the lawn with a grin and suddenly felt two arms wrap around my waist. I was about to attack my attacker but was met with a familiar voice.

“What do you think you are doing?” He put me down and I looked around. “Testing your reaction time?” I tried, he did not look amused… he looked angry even.

“Are you crazy? You can’t try to sneak out! If I didn’t realise you had snuck away, what could’ve happened? What if it had not been me that caught you?” He narrowed his eyes and I blinked at him.

“Well, you had a very useful catching method, I would probably have broken their neck, but had they done it differently, then yeah, probably death.” I shrugged and he sucked in a sharp breathe of annoyance.

“We are going back right now, what were you even planning to do?” He asked, holding my upper arm and excorting me back to the mansion.

When I was back in my room, I sat grumbling on my bed and opened my phone.

You

Plan failed

I can’t seem to meet you in the park

Blondie

Thank God

You idiot, what were you even thinking? Something could’ve happened!

You

Now you sound like greenie

Blondie

He caught you?

You

Sure did, that is one strong fucker

Blondie

Do not say it like that, that sounds weird

You

Lloyd you dirty minded ass😭

Blondie

Oh come one, had I sent it like that you would’ve thought the same!

You

Yeah probably.

Anyway, I will sleep now, I am pretty tired after that run

Blondie

Good thing you where caught then

Sleep well<3

I squealed at the heart and immediately sent a message back.

You

Night Lloyd<3

Lloyd POV

I sent the last text and heard her squeal on the other side of the door, making me smile lightly.

If she hadn’t directly told me she was running, I’d just have heard the window open, but I think it was good I had the heads up because she is one fast runner.

I will not let anything happen to her, even though she might actually let something happen to her, I am here to prevent that and protect her.

Her talking like that in the park only made me fall for her harder then I already had and I wondered how long it would take until she managed to find out about me and Lloyd being the same person.

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