#female!mc

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CHAPTER 1 - tsu'tey!sister!reader series

The Pandoran forest came alive at night, the bio-luminescence illuminating all around you. Your ears pricked at the sound of viperwolfs yipping and yowling and something else.. it sounded unidentifiable. Your direhorse Ru'a shifted slightly underneath you. You felt the ripple of her muscles through the bond, tsaheylu.

Your eyes turned towards your older brother, Tsu'tey. "Tsmukan, nga tolaron fì'u srak?" Tsu'tey's ears flicked briefly towards your direction, and he nodded. You fixed your bow that was fixed across your back. "Kivä ko!" Tsu'tey called towards you and the rest of the patrol.

You spoke through the bond, and Ru'a went into a gallop. Following Tsu'tey and the others. Then you saw them: Neytiri and a strange man. Whatever he was wearing from where you saw looked strange. One of the men from your patrol threw a rope, and you saw from afar as it met with his legs. The foreign man fell with a ‘umph’ and a slight protest.

He untied himself hastily and drew a knife from his holster. Members of your patrol ululated and whooped in warning as their bows and arrows were knocked and ready to fire. You had knocked your own; your muscles taut as you held the bow like it was an extension of yourself, your tail flicking, and your ears folded against your head as you bared your teeth. Fangs on display as you snarled. The man's eyes were wide in fear, and you pulled your arrow tighter, ready to fire.

"Ma wey, Na' viya! Ma'wey!" Neytiri shouted towards you and the patrol. Your eyes catch hers for a slight moment as she turns towards your brother. "Ma Tsu'tey! Kempe si nga?" Her tail flicked in slight irritation.

You lowered your bow, but kept your arrow knocked. You looked over to Tsu'tey, and he dismounted from his direhorse, his ears flattened against his head. You knew that Neytiri knew that demons were forbidden. and your older brother made that very clear.

"Aungia lolu! Tsahikur txele lu!" Neytiri responded to Tsu'tey, and her eyes flicked towards yours briefly; your tail lashed behind you. As you turned your eyes to the outsider. Your ears twitched, and you tilted your head. The foreign man was already looking at you; you hissed at him softly.

"Pot zmunge!" You declared, the beads in your hair clinking together gently, and you looked over at the man. Your nose wrinkled at the smell, and you looked at your brother, and with a shrug you said, "Fra'u sìltsan a tsun hrr, peyä lu?"

Tsu'tey's eyes narrowed, and then he hopped up on his direhorse, "Makto ko!" Then everyone moved back to Hometree in unison.

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As Hometree came into view, the huge tree was lush with greenery and encompassed the life of you and your people. As the patrol entered, the sounds quieted, and your people gathered in fascination at the newcomer, they poked and prodded. The man yelped in surprise, and you looked back as you followed your brother near the front.

Your Olo' eyktan, Neytiri's father, met your eyes first. "Oel ngati kameie," you answered softly, touching the middle of your forehead as you nodded, moving behind Eytukan and near your brother. As Neytiri's father and mother, Mo'at, your Tsahik, questioned his daughter and the outsider, you hardly listened until you heard the word "warrior", and you and your brother scoffed.

"Tsamsiyu pak? Pot tsun oe tspivang nìftue." You declared from the back, and you stepped forward with a snarl. "Kehe!" Eytukan said as he placed a hand to hold you back. Your eyes returned to the man of question, and he was already staring right at you, and you looked away. Your ear flicked in irritation, and you huffed indignantly.

Eytukan began to go on about how this outsider was the first warrior they had encountered, which, to be fair, was the truth, and how the people needed to learn more about him. Mo'at then made a decision that you thought was the most unfair thing ever, "Oeyä sweya taronyu sì Ma 'ite, awngeyä fya'ori zene nga sänume sivi poru, fte tsivun pivlltxe sì tivìran na ayoeng." Your eyes widened, and you looked at your brother and Neytiri.

"Pxasìk!" You exclaimed, you clenched your hands into fists and growled under your breath softly.

"Learn well, Jakesully" Mo'at said to the man. He nodded in acknowledgement, and his eyes were wide in what you would guess as fear. He turned and flashed you a boyish smile, and you rolled your eyes in return.

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Dinner rolled around and the man was changed out of his demon clothes, and he followed behind you to where everyone was gathered.

“Sit,” you muttered at him, your accent thick and you pushed food into his hands as you sat on your haunches. The beads in your hair ‘clinking’ together to make a melodic sound.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Jake.” The wonderful silence that you were enjoying was shattered by his voice. You turned to look at him; your eyes narrowed, and all he did was grin. 'He has a nice smile,' you thought as you both looked at one another, then you scoffed.

"Yaymaka skxawgna 'evengan" You spat under your breath, you put food in your mouth so you could focus on that and not making a scene. You looked up and met eyes with Tsu'tey, his face gave off mock sympathy and you stuck your tongue out at him playfully. Your older brother smiled at you softly and his eyes darted to the man next to you and shook your head at him.

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As the night grew darker, the sounds of the forest quieted. Neytiri joined you and Jake up to where everyone slept. He wobbled and was very unsure and you stared at him in distaste and all he did was laugh softly or smile sheepishly. As the branches of Hometree spiraled to where you slept you jumped down, and motioned for Jake to do the same.

You gave him one last look before you lifted the side of your hammock as it closed, and then you turned over letting sleep encompass you.

Your last thoughts of what this man's true intentions were and what he was doing this deep into your people's forests. You intended to find out, but your duty was to teach, that never meant you couldn't do both.

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A/N: HI GUYS I'M BACK!! The first chapter of warriors of pandora is done!! I loved writing this chapter so much it's actually insane! I hope you guys like it just as much and I have some other things on the way as well! But thank you so much for the support I really appreciate it!!

Glossary:

Tsmukan, nga tolaron fì'u srak? = Brother, did you hear that?

Kivä ko! = Let's ride!

Ma wey, Na' viya! Ma'wey! = Calm, people, calm

Ma Tsu'tey! Kempe si nga? = What are you doing, Tsu'tey?

Aungia lolu! Tsahikur txele lu! = There has been a sign! This is a matter for the Tsahìk!

Pot zmunge = Bring him

Fra'u sìltsan a tsun hrr, peyä lu? = What's the worst that could happen?

Makto ko! = Let's ride!

Oel ngati kameie = I see you

Tsamsiyu pak? Pot tsun oe tspivang nìftue! = A warrior? I could kill him easily!

Kehe = No

Pxasìk! = Bullshit/ No way

Yaymaka skxawgna 'evengan = Stupid, ignorant boy

Oeyä sweya taronyu sì Ma 'ite, awngeyä fya'ori zene nga sänume sivi poru, fte tsivun pivlltxe sì tivìran na ayoeng. = Our best hunter and my daughter will teach him our ways to learn and walk as we do

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Home in the Chaos

Word Count: 1024

Warnings: None

Sonic the Hedgehog x Fem! Reader

Note- You are human for this one, and their relationship is more platonic. Also this takes place during the movie timeline!

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The cozy living room of the Wachowski household was a whirlwind of activity. Knuckles, Tails, and Sonic were abuzz with energy as you tried to keep up. As Jojo’s babysitter and the honorary fourth member of this ragtag group, your days were anything but ordinary. Between Tails' tech experiments, Knuckles' newfound obsession with braiding, and Sonic's endless antics, you often found yourself being pulled in every direction.

Today was no different. Knuckles sat behind you on the couch, his large hands clumsily attempting to braid your hair with an intensity that could rival a championship match. "I do not understand why humans have so much hair," he grumbled, his brows furrowed. "It is like battling a wild beast."

You laughed, glancing over at Tails, who was sprawled out in front of you as you gently brushed his fluffy tails. "It's not that bad, Knuckles. And Tails, hold still—you keep twitching!"

“Does this hurt?” you asked, pulling through a particularly stubborn knot.

Tails winced slightly but shook his head. “Nope! Just tickles a little. But thanks for helping—I’ve been meaning to take better care of them. Gotta stay aerodynamic, you know?”

Knuckles, sitting behind you on the couch, furrowed his brow in concentration as he fumbled with a section of your hair. “Braiding is no simple task,” he declared, his tone serious. 

You laughed, glancing over your shoulder. “You’re doing great, Knux. Just… maybe don’t pull so tight?”

“Noted,” he said solemnly, adjusting his grip.

Across the room, Sonic was perched on the armrest of the couch, tapping his foot impatiently. “Hey, Y/N,” he called, leaning forward. “when you’re done playing hairdresser, how about we do something fun? I’ve got this really cool idea we should try—”

 “Just a minute, Sonic,” you said, not looking up from Tails’ fur.

Sonic froze mid-step, the ball caught in his gloved hand. His ears drooped slightly as he flopped onto the armrest of the couch, kicking his legs lazily. “Sure. No rush,” he muttered, but the slump in his posture betrayed his disappointment.

Knuckles glanced at Sonic, his crimson face betraying a rare flicker of sympathy. “The blue one grows restless. Perhaps we should take him on a hunt?”

“A hunt for what, Knuckles?” Tails asked, clearly amused.

Knuckles puffed out his chest. “For purpose!”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Maybe we’ll plan something after I finish here, okay?”

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As the day wore on, you found yourself in the kitchen, preparing sandwiches and snacks for everyone. The kitchen was warm and alive, the aroma of freshly chopped herbs mingling with the distant hum of conversation and laughter spilling in from the living room. Tails’ excited rambling about his latest gadget punctuated Knuckles’ booming declarations, and every now and then, a peal of laughter rippled through the air. It was the kind of noise that made the house feel less like walls and more like a heart—beating, alive, and full.

Sonic lingered near the counter, his hand idly drumming against its edge. His usual easy grin was there, but you noticed the subtle edge to it—like he was trying to hold something back.

“Need help?” he asked casually, though the slight upward tilt of his voice betrayed him.

“Sure,” you replied, pointing toward the stack of plates. “Can you grab those for me?”

In a flash, he zipped across the room, the plates balanced precariously in his arms as he stopped so close that you had to catch yourself against the counter.

“Whoa!” you exclaimed, your laugh breaking the momentary surprise.

“Sorry!” Sonic said quickly, his ears flattening as he shuffled back a step. His usual cocky demeanor faltered, replaced by a sheepish glance your way.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, your laugh softening. “Just… maybe slow down a bit?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, his hand brushing over the white band of his glove. “Yeah… sorry,” he murmured, his voice quieter now.

Sonic hopped onto one of the kitchen chairs, the bounce in his step noticeably missing. He swung his legs slightly, his eyes avoiding yours as he fiddled with his gloves, the silence settling between you.

“You alright?” you asked, tilting your head to get a better look at his face.

He hesitated, his fingers pausing mid-fidget. “It’s just… I don’t know,” he began, his voice low and uncertain. “I guess I feel like I’m kinda… left out sometimes.”

The confession hit you like a weight, and you felt your chest tighten. Setting the knife down, you pulled a chair next to him, your movement slow and deliberate.

“Sonic, I’m so sorry,” you said softly, your hand resting gently on his arm. “I didn’t know you felt that way.”

He shrugged, though the gesture lacked its usual confidence. When he finally looked at you, his green eyes were unguarded, vulnerable in a way that felt rare and precious.

“I know you don’t mean to,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just… Tails has all his gadgets, and Knuckles has his whole ‘warrior thing.’ Sometimes it feels like… like I don’t really fit anywhere.”

The ache in his words settled heavily in the space between you. You leaned forward, squeezing his arm gently.

“Sonic,” you said, your voice firm yet kind, “you’re just as important as Tails and Knuckles. You don’t have to have gadgets or a warrior thing to matter. You’re you. And I care about you—just as much as them. You’re family to me.”

He blinked, his eyes wide as if the words caught him off guard. Slowly, a small, genuine smile spread across his face.

“Really?” he asked, his voice tentative but hopeful.

“Really,” you affirmed with a nod. “And families? They don’t pick favorites.”

He grinned then, the kind of grin that made his eyes light up and the room feel just a bit brighter. Without a word, he leaned in, wrapping his arms around you in a hug that was both spontaneous and deeply sincere.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your shoulder.

You hugged him back, your hand rubbing small circles on his back. “Anytime, Blue Blur,” you replied, your smile mirroring his.

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CHAPTER 1 - hostess!reader series

the sounds of continuous buzzing, bubbling of sauces, and the hot sizzle of oil filled your ears. you heard a door slam open, and you figured it was carmen. you walked away from your station and leaned out to try and eavesdrop.

" yo" you heard carmen's voice echo as you furrowed your eyebrows.

"yo. twenty-five pounds?" you hummed softly now realizing it was the delivery guy.

"twenty-five? no, no, i ordered 200." carmy answered quickly, you could hear in his voice the slight panic and confusion at the amount.

"paid for 25. take it up with lu." the delivery guy shot back and you heard the door close. you went back and waited in the office, and leaned against the wall.

carmen walked in and jumped slightly, "jesus-fuck! cub say somethin' don't just stand there like that.." he said exasperated as he held a hand above his heart, your eyes found the tattoo that was there; a hand with a knife going straight through it. you were about to open your mouth to say something, all of sudden his phone began to buzz.

"hold up" he held up his hand and answered the call. you rolled your eyes and proceeded to walk out the office and into the hell that was the kitchen.

you walked though the kitchen, and said soft hellos to tina, and marcus. suddenly a loud 'fuck' resounded though the establishment. you could hear the loud sounds of one of the select few arcade games placed at 'The Beef'. the door slammed open aggressively and you tipped your head back. 'god he could be such a child' you thought.

"shut up!" carmy shouted as he made his way to where said video arcade game was going off and you saw tina make her way to stop him. and in typical fashion. where tina goes, you go.

"no, no, no. puta!" tina chastised and you cocked your head and realized what carmen was trying to do. unplug the game.

"don't unplug it, carm" you added, and you saw him sigh heavily and rub at the middle of his forehead in frustration.

"i know what that means, tina."

"you unplug it, it won't work again." you continued as you looked at him like he was the world's biggest dumbass.

"when was the last time you guys emptied these?" he asked as he pointed at the section of the games that housed the coins from those who decided to test their luck.

you and tina both shrugged simultaneously and said soft "i don't know" as you looked at carmy with wide bug eyes. and as soon as you blinked the sounds of coins being emptied filled your ears.

"holy shit"

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carmen was on the phone with chi-chi who had history with the berzattos which included mikey.

then carmen was out the door in a flash. your eyes followed as he darted out 'the beef' in a hurry.

"where the fuck is he going?" you questioned; to yourself...out loud. no one answered your rhetorical question.

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you watched as carmy cut the beef with practiced expertise, like he knew what fat to keep and which to trim. and after he had done that he moved on to the vegetables, you were still leaned up on the counter just watching him work.

his muscles flexed and rippled underneath his stark white t-shirt that stood out against his navy blue apron. his curls in his eyes.

"you cut vegetables like a bitch" tina teased as she eyed carmy's cutting technique. you huffed out a laugh but felt carmen's sharp gaze and covered it as a cough. "nope wasn't funny at all carm."

"well don't wipe your hands on your apron chef" he answered back cooly, his attention not wavering from his job.

"jeff?"

"chef" you and carmy corrected her simultaneously. your eyes shot over towards him and you cocked an eyebrow.

tina walked off, and then you heard the melodious sizzle of the beef in the pan as it cooked.

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carmy continued to cook and add the rest of the ingredients needed, he then placed the tray in the oven to cook. the soft thud of the oven door closing sounded through the kitchen and he leaned back with a soft sigh. his eyes met the clock and the soft ticking filled his ears.

"hey, sugar. yeah, yeah, yeah. look, i-i need your help." carmen asked gently into his phone, the tip of his finger settled on his lip. "no. no, no, no. it's not like that. yeah, I need that, uh, jacket that mike gave me....yeah. look, can you, uh, bring it here?" carmy questioned.

out near the front of house you were leaned up on the counter but wandered your way where tina was.

"yo, t?" you called out to her while her back was turned.

"yes osezno?" she shot back, her head turning in your direction.

"do you really think carmen can fix this place?" you were hopped up on the counter; your feet kicking back and forth gently. you watched as she shrugged and looked up at you as she cooked, "I don't know..guess we'll see."

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you were helping tina stack up styrofoam cups, ebra was frying something up behind you. the door slammed open gently, and you could see carmy from your peripheral. he was like a walking time bomb.

"tina!" carmy signaled but ebraheim got to it first.

"carmen! where is beef?" ebra questioned, his thick accent shining through in his words.

"it's in the oven. tina, can you start a new giardiniera for me please, chef?" carmy requested and you peeked out over tina's shoulder. his eyes darted to yours briefly before he turned to leave.

"she needs the fennel first, carmy." you hissed at him with your eyes narrowed. carmy said nothing and just walked back through the door into the kitchen.

you saw tina walk into the kitchen you followed like a dog on a leash. tina reached for the pot that was on the stove and carmy jumped into to stop her.

"chef, no! please, please do not touch that." he pleaded with urgency, "this is the one time you listen to me, please do not touch that. that's been going for 12 hours, okay?" his bright blue eyes were wide with slight worry.

"carmen, that's tina's pot...everyone knows that." you said, staring at carmy with wide eyes like he'd lost his mind. tina's sharp tone hit your ears as she snapped at carmen, and ebra instigated.

"use another pot, please, chef. alright? corner!" carmy said; his voice laced with urgency as he hurried away.

you heard the buzzer go off, "carmy! the buzzer!" you called out for him as you stood by tina, watching her saute the vegetables.

"corner! smaller fry scoops today, chef! behind!" carmen shouted and you saw marcus following behind him. you were absolutely confused on all the words that carmen was using...and why? but you smiled at marcus nonetheless.

you rolled your eyes at what carmy was saying to do with the fries, he had no idea what kind of system was set up before he got here. and tina obviously read your mind, "not system!" annoyance dripping in her tone.

"what is this system?" he questioned.

"micheal's system." you shot back with a soft glare in your eyes. your hands were placed on your hips, and then your eyes met another unfamilar pair.

"carmen, there is girl."

"yeah, that's sydney. she's helping us out today." he said pointing back at said girl as she tied on her apron, a brightly colored bandanna adorning her forehead. you cocked your head with curiosity. sydney smiled awkwardly.

"micheal's system makes no sense--i'm saying something!" carmen said moving quickly; pots clattering around. your eyes narrowed slightly at the statement.

you heard ebra say something and everyone bursted out laughing. and then you saw sweeps. "hey sweeps!" you shouted to him as he passed by.

"hey, kid." he gave you a gentle fist bump.

the small narrow area where the stoves were, began to get slightly crowded. you saw the look on carmen's face as sweeps told him that he had other stuff to get through. then you felt a soft touch grace your back and you turned quickly.

"behind. behind" it was the new girl, she moved with fluidity. like she belonged in the chaos already. she was reaching for tina with a question about "family" which was the dish she would be making for everyone.

you decided to tend to what was cooking on the stove, and then you felt the heat rush out as the door to oven opened up. the smell of cooked beef and whatever the hell else was in there was piping hot. soft tendrils of smoke coming off.

you looked over at marcus and carmen as he unfurled the foil. "yo, this shit looks different." marcus said surprised.

"corner!...yo, you." you knew that voice from anywhere. your head shot up like a meerkat peeping out of its burrow. it was richie. he was like you're big brother, you both fought like siblings.

he gave marcus a hug, and squeezed your shoulder gently. "hey, cub"

"you're fuckin, with my program here cousin." richie said bluntly as he shot carmen a look. carmen didn't look back at richie as he continued to tend to the meat that just came out, "program started four hours ago."

"I had the kid all morning, excuse me...listen, what is going on with ballbreaker?" richie said the topic going from one thing to the next in a matter of seconds.

"yo, rich. how is she doing? haven't seen her inna bit." your eyes shined as you looked at richie but he wasn't paying attention to you. richie continued to pester carmen about ballbreaker and how it was blowing up on Instagram or whatever.

"rich, you only got like what..36 followers or something?" you added as you were leaned up against the counter with a shit eating grin.

"yeah, bro- you only have 36 followers" marcus said with a laugh.

"yeah, I got- what is that, a diss?" richie yelled out and you and marcus laughed together.

"we need the business! nerds come in from rockford to play." carmy said his cerulean eyes focused on the clock. the buzzer going off as the kitchen became crowded.

"yeah, like in 1987. you know when you were still in that deadbeat's balls. how are you?" richie spoke with a matter-of-fact tone of voice as he walked past you and gave tina a soft hug and kiss on the cheek. tina began to ask him questions about eva; his daughter.

you continued to just observe and you watched as richie told carmy to start running shit by him, which in turn as expected carmen said that he doesn't have to do shit. you decided to follow both of the men.

"hold on. listen, let's just have a conversation for a second!" richie's voice echoing through the chaos that was the kitchen.

as both men came into the walk-in and stopped haphazardly you bumped your head into richie's back with a slight 'oof'. "oh, shit. hey cub. how ya' doin kid?" he asked as he turned around his eyes sparkling with childish mischief.

you gave richie a look," i've been tryin' to talk to ya the whole time, you jagoff."

"oh, yo. whoa, fuck is this?"

"rich, that's sydney she's staging today." you nudged richie's side with your elbow.

"you're what-ing today?" richie said skeptically.

"that's sydney. she's helping us out today." carmen replied, his voice clipped with frustration. you saw the muscles in his back ripple slightly as he was grabbing things.

and of course, Richie switched subjects, "cousin, you ordering different mayonnaise bro?" you giggled softly as you were also looking at ingredients.

"-bananas?" sydney inquired as she looked back at carmy, her eyes flitting to yours briefly. you cocked your head to the side, and smiled at her gently.

"no, all you, chef." carmen confirmed.

"yeah, "all you, chef." this biff, he was usin' them to make a giant nut muffin!" richie quipped from the side and you nudged him in the ribs again to which he shot you a look. his fingers found the skin on your bicep and he pinched lightly and you yelped. "ow! you dick head." you grumbled as you smacked him back. carmy turned to look at you with a raised eyebrow and you gave him an awkward smile.

"it was a play on a panettone. it woulda been beautiful if you'd let me finish it." carmy's eyes returned to his previous task at hand, but his voice was slightly harsh. richie's hand then met carmen's back with slight force "fuck! cousin!"

"fuck you." richie said nonchalantly. you nudged carmy gently to ask if he was okay to which he obviously didn't reply. richie introduced himself to sydney, and all you heard from the exchange was "sweetheart" your face morphed into slight disgust.

"ew, rich. don't say sweetheart." you grimaced.

"yeah, cousin what the fuck. don't say sweetheart, you fucking weirdo." carmen snapped at richie.

'oh, sorry. carm, you're so woke. I meant nothing by it, sydney. saying sweetheart is just part of our italian heritage." you rolled your eyes at richie's reply. shaking your head in embarrassment. you followed Sydney as she left out the walk-in, your eyes shooting in between both carmen and richie briefly. you knew as soon as you walked out there would be words thrown.

you left with a soft sigh, again being met with the sizzling of oil, and the smell of food.

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you were out near tina once again. you heard them through the walls, and mikey's name was brought up. you stopped and blinked, it was like everytime you heard his name the world slowed.

"ay, mija. everything okay?" tina searched your eyes and then it was like everything came rushing back.

"yeah, i-i'm fine. just zoned out."

all tina did was nod in response.

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"where's my knife?!" carmy shouted, you watched as his hands searched for it briefly. your eyes flitted towards tina's and she shrugged. "chef's we gotta sharpen our knives when we get a sec!"

"gotta sharpen your brain when you get a sec." richie taunted. tina laughed and you smiled as she did. richie was a total dickhead sometimes.

"carm, you been here two weeks, we've been having money problems for two weeks." you snapped. you sidled up next to richie as you climbed onto the counter and sat down and watched as carmen cut the vegetables.

"one plus one equals you're an asshole, bobby flay." richie added as he probed carmy.

"don't call me bobby flay! sydney, stir that pot for me, please, chef." carmen acknowledged the both of you as he chopped the vegetables with sharp precision. sydney answered with a "yes, chef." you watched as she moved past, her side brushing briefly against your leg as she walked past.

she asked if he wanted a cartouche, whatever the hell that was. and of course you just had to ask.

“what the fuck is a cartouche?” you questioned your eyebrows furrowed as you leaned against richie. and richie of course echoed the question just more harshly.

to be continued....

HI GUYS!! I know it's been such a long time. I am almost done with my senior year, and it's been really hectic and crazy! But I am so glad to be back and writing! I am so sorry that this is as long as it is, but I sure do hope that you guys enjoy it!

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if you haven’t done it already…sitting on boxer!rafe’s lap in your shared bathroom and cleaning his cuts and bruises! i think it’d be so so cute :3

omgg i love this idea smm!!

you had been lounging on the couch, sleeping actually with the tv playing softly in the background. it was of one of your matches from a couple days ago, it was a hard loss.

rafe had told you to stay home and rest, and that’s exactly what you had done. but he left for his own match a couple hours ago. he told you it was big one so of course you argued with him. but it ended with him telling you to sleep and rest your body.

rafe opened the door to your guy’s new shared apartment, you guys had been dating for six months. he winced; a soft hiss escaping his lips as he walked in, his eyes shot towards the tv—he saw it was you and the girl you fought..and lost too. he shook his head with a soft smile knowing you stayed up studying your fights and possibly waiting for him to get back.

he limped over and kneeled down by the couch, “angry girl..wake up.” he murmured as his fingers threaded through your hair

you stirred; your eyes fluttered open “rage?” you spoke groggily, and rubbed your eyes.

“yeah its me baby..”

you proceeded to sit up, your eyes focusing on his face. and then your eyes narrowed dangerously on the bruises that bloomed blue and purple across his jawline like a watercolor painting. his lip was busted and was dried with blood.

“so..how was the fight?” you said through gritted teeth and you saw him sigh softly knowing where this was going already.

“go to the bathroom and ill follow you in there.” rafe said tiredly and you did as he asked.

rafe followed behind you into your guys shared bathroom, and sat down with a slight pained grunt on the toilet. you began to grab the first aid from the medicine cabinet and set it down on the counter.

“you didn’t answer my question rage.” you said as you leaned against the counter with your arms crossed.

“it was fine..just glad that its over now.” rafe said gently as his eyes trained on your figure. your muscles rippled slightly.

you sighed through your nose as you collected all the things needed on spot on the bathroom counter. you started with a cotton pad to clean up his lip.

“nah nah..baby come sit.” rafe patted his lap

“are you serious?”

“yes.” his tone was firm and before you knew it you were sat in his lap.

“okay okay..well i hope you know. this is gonna sting.” you said as you tugged his chin down to get a better look at his lip.

he flinched away as the cotton ball touched his lip, her fingers stroked his jaw lightly.

“you’re okay..” you spoke gently. being kind and gentle isn’t really your strong suit but it when it came to rafe it was slightly easier for you.

his fingers gripped your thighs tightly, and a slight hum left your lips as you cleaned him up. he winced and hissed quietly as you cleaned up his bruises and wounds. and you murmured softly and made fun of him of course when he said “ouch” or cursed under his breath.

you gently added ointment to his lip and plasters underneath his eye where a bruise was forming.

“anything other than your face that i gotta clean up, handsome?” you said as you leaned back slightly to get a better look at him

“nah..” rafe said as he wrapped his arms around your body to bring you in closer. his body heat encasing you as you wrapped your arms over his shoulders.

your nails scratched gently against his scalp, you rested your cheek against the top of his head as he pretty much melted into you.

he was almost soft..malleable in your hands. he nosed gently at the column of your throat leaving a soft kiss in thanks.

“you’re such a big baby y’know..” you whispered

“and you’re one to talk..dont think i forgot how you were whining after your match.” rafe said as his hair tickled under your chin.

in that moment it was nice when it was just you two. wrapped in each other’s embrace. you weren’t always this kind, and caring when it came to things like this, but when you were rafe made sure to not take it for granted.

“thank you..”

“for what?”

“cleaning me up..being there. i know you aren’t used to this.”

“i can get used to it for you..rage.” you said softly; your voice wavering slightly as you pressed a kiss against the apple of his cheek.

he smiled “i appreciate it, angry girl.”

“aaand you just fucked it up.” you said with a light huff, your eyes twinkled with amusement.

“hey, hey i didn’t mean it baby..” he whispered softly as he tugged you back down onto his lap as he was still sat on the top of the toilet seat and he pecked your lips lightly, he hissed slightly due to his busted lip.

you hummed against his lips and pulled away.

“okay we’re done..im retired from doctor duty.”

“yeah, stick to your day job sparky.”

you rolled your eyes and began to clean up the bathroom. rafe’s eyes watched you adoringly like a dog watching its owner prepare its food.

he couldn’t help to think how lucky he was to have you like this. through all your anger and snappy remarks and mean words. he thought you were perfect.

“i love you, baby.”

“i love you, handsome.” you said with a soft smile

(I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE!! i thought this idea was sooo cuteee!! i love them smm! )

[bigblueworld]

welcome to the nerds club

context: there’s a new guy, he’s tall..annoyingly handsome and very smart. and quiet..sorta. you have a tiny crush(TINY) and your coworkers LOVE him.

the first part of this au! i rlly hope u guys enjoy it as i enjoy writing it! pls send reqs and any ideas u have for any new au’s or readers! love u guys!

the field museum in chicago, illinois opened at 9:00 am, but you always showed up at least 30 minutes before opening to do a little walkthrough of your exhibits, and others.

you had a tour today with kids on a field trip, you liked kids. you just hoped that they weren’t wild.

the lights showed brightly on the masks, vases, and different equipment that human kind had made and created in the past. you stood and stared, your head tilted slightly as it usually was when looking at the exhibits.

you saw a few of your coworkers and with a soft smile you said you’re good mornings.

your work best friend; clark sidled up next to you.

“every morning..i know EXACTLY where to find you. you’re always staring at this one.” clark said with an eyebrow raised as she looked at you.

the exhibit in question was of the mummies, in their sarcophagus. laying in their eternal sleep.

the ancient egyptians always had you mesmerized and you always loved learning about them.

“s’just..i really like this exhibit.” you said softly as you looked at clark.

clark huffed out a soft laugh, “well..we got a new guy.” she didnt notice how your head whipped to the side.

“a new guy?”

“yeah..he’s a paleontologist or he will be working in that section.” clark shrugged and turned to walk away. you sped up until you matched walking speed with her.

it was 10 minutes till opening.

“his name is rafe..also forewarning i heard he has a dog. but apparently he went to one of the top colleges for paleontology which is like hecka cool. he’s mad smart, or so i’ve heard. i think..he’s in his early twenties. honestly no clue…” clark rambled on about the new guy

you nodded and softly acknowledged with “mhm” and “wow” just to pretend you were listening.

you and staff were very close-knit so new people were always big news.

“is he starting today?” you asked

“nah, but he will be showing up today just to take a look around and go through training and stuff…i think.” clark answered

you nodded along and kept walking.

“you have a tour today..right y/n?”

“yep. middle schoolers…my favorite.” you spoke slightly sarcastically.

its not that you didn’t like the middle schoolers..they could just be a..bit much at times. nothing you couldn’t handle.

as you kept walking, your head was down and once you looked up you slammed into something that was as hard as a brick wall.

but before you fell on your ass, a hand darted out to grab your forearm to stop you from falling. you heard clark gasp..and then she had the audacity to chuckle.

“hey..you alright?” the voice spoke. it was smooth like honey falling off the ladle, spoken quiet enough that you almost had to strain your ears to hear it.

you stood up and brushed yourself off, “uh yeah..thanks. im sorry i should’ve been watching where i was going.”

your eyes took in the guy in front of you. he was tall. his hair was gelled back, and he looked very nice if you did say so yourself. you watched him push his glasses up further and thats when your eyes caught his. a deep blue, like when there’s a storm rolling across the ocean. yet clear enough that you could look through and catch glimpses of what is in its embrace.

thats when you felt something nudge your hand. you looked down a puppy who looked like it jumped right out of 101 dalmatians was panting softly and licked gently at your hand.

“t-that’s strata. he’s nice..he’s sorta like an emotional support dog.” the guy stammered softly before gently tugging the puppy back. strata sat back on his haunches and stared up at the guy as he licked his muzzle softly.

“my name’s rafe.”

“so YOUR THE NEW GUY!” clark exclaimed and bounded up next to you, nudging your shoulder. clark held her hand out for him to shake.

“name’s clark, nice to meet you rafe.” they shook hands and he smiled. your eyes narrowed slightly. his smile was like the sun finally peaking out from behind the clouds.

clark gave you a nudge again, and you blinked. rafe was staring at you almost expectantly.

“oh! uh..my name’s y/n. nice to meet you rafe.” you took his hand and shook it firmly.

“heard you work in paleontology.” clark and her endless information on other people.

“yes i do! i went to university of chicago for my degree.” he said with another gentle smile.

“oh wow..that’s cool. im just a regular old staff butt..y/n here is an expert in anthropology.” clark nudged your shoulder again, and you shot her a glare.

rafe looked at you again, his eyes taking you in. you stared back, almost like you couldn’t stop staring. he was a pretty boy…

“yes, i am still studying anthropology. but i have my bachelor’s.”

you looked at the clock. it was time for opening.

“clark. it’s opening.” you whispered in her ear.

rafe shuffled on his feet, and the dalmatian puppy; strata nudged his hand. your eyes darted over as you watched rafe’s hand gently stroke the puppy’s head.

“well..it was nice to meet you rafe. but i have a tour to give today.” you said with a soft smile.

“uh wait! can i tag along. im supposed to do a little walkthrough with at least one section today.” you rose your eyebrows.

“uhh..yeah sure.” you nodded and then softly said goodbye to clark who was looking between you and rafe with a sly smile.

rafe nodded. and he pushed up his glasses again.

——

remember when you said that you hoped the middle schoolers weren’t going to be wild…they were.

as soon as they saw strata it was like everything went out the window. you took your tour group through each exhibit. carefully and meticulously explaining each and every time period with expertise.

you would catch rafe’s eyes as he watched you talk. it was like he was looking through a text book. trying to read you.

then there were times when you would stop walking to point out something to the group, and rafe would be looking at something else.

he was distracting you. god he was so tall..and annoyingly handsome. he knew how to clean up.

he was like a greek statue. carved and polished to perfection.

see..distracting.

you answered questions with great expertise, and sometimes the kids would ask really dumb ones that almost had you face palming.

a hand in the very back rose as you stopped in front of your favorite exhibit in the egyptian section.

“yes?”

“why did they place the bodies in sarcophagus and mummify them instead of burying them?”

it was rafe who asked the question and you cocked an eyebrow. he was smart enough to know the answer.

“because egyptians believed in life after death. they thought that the soul or as they called it the ka, ba, and akh. needed the physical body in order to return to within the afterlife. by burying the body would then decay; leaving the soul to be lost forever. and your question about the mummification. by being mummified it allows the body to be preserved for thousands of years.” you answered expertly but kept going, “the process of mummification keeps the body intact so then the soul could recognize the body and reunite.”

rafe tilted his head, his dog doing the same. you cocked an eyebrow and the kids murmured around you about the information. you liked that it awed them.

he opened his mouth to ask another question, “well why the sarcophagus?”

you sighed softly and gestured to the sarcophagi.

“the ancient egyptians put them in the sarcophagus because it provided extra protection from thieves and the elements. decorated by spells, names, and art. but in tombs the richer egyptians were placed in stone sarcophagi. which are usually in pyramids.” you said with a soft shrug.

“good question rafe.” you said with a soft smile.

what you didn’t know is that some of your coworkers saw the exchange. they all knew that there was a new guy, and now they put a face to a name. they ALSO noticed that you were with a group.

your coworkers spoke in hushed tones to each other:

“is that the new guy?”

“clark said she saw him…i think that’s him.”

“okay, so tell me why i think that y/n and the new guy would be cute together?”

“i can see it, i can see it.”

—

it was lunch now. the middle schoolers were all conversing with each other about what else they were hoping to see.

you had a soft smile on your face as you ate what you packed for your lunch. out of the corner of your eye you saw rafe sit down. strata at his side. the puppy was laid down; head on his paws.

“that was really interesting.” he spoke softly. his voice like river water over stones in a creek.

“you think so?” you asked.

“yeah. us as humans are interesting. the evolution of us throughout the ages within everything is fascinating.”

you’re soft smile turned into a beaming one, you blushed. he thought that what you were trying to teach these kids were interesting.

“i think me and you are gonna get along fine rafe.”

“i..uh. i think so too.”

your eyes took him all in again. putting him under a microscope, taking notes in your mental journal.

you watched him reach in his pocket, and he pulled out a treat. strata’s collar jingled softly as he sat up.

rafe held out the treat and you watched as the puppy licked from his palm and let out a soft bark.

“good boy strata.”

“he seems like he’s a good dog.”

“yeah. he’s doing pretty good today around all these people.”

you nodded in agreement.

“well, i gotta finish this tour. it was nice meeting you rafe. i’ll see you tomorrow yeah?”

rafe nodded, almost a little too fast. you watched as a little red tinged the tips of his ears and you smiled.

“welcome to the nerds club, rafe.” you said as you got up and threw your stuff away.

rafe watched as you took the large group of teens along. he wished he was able to talk to you longer.

“the nerds club…hmm.” his eyebrows furrowed.

then he himself got off the bench, “come on boy, let’s go.”

“i think we’re gonna like it here strata.” rafe spoke to his puppy as he tugged him along. he spoke like he was able to understand him. the puppy looked up and blinked at him, then his tongue lolled out as he panted softly.

—

as the day came to a close, you were with clark. no surprise.

“so…i heard that the new guy tagged along with you on your part of the tour.” her eyebrows wiggled.

“yes he did…he’s something.”

“alicia and thomas think you guys would be cute together. can’t say i disagree.” clark stated with a shit eating grin.

“we just met!”

“i didn’t hear a no!”

you ran a palm down your face, and shook your head. you loved your coworkers but dear lord.

“i think he’s cool. that’s it.” you said with a tone that said ‘i don’t want to talk about this anymore.’

clark held her hands up in mock surrender. “okay okay.”

but something in the back of your head lingered like smoke curling in soft tendrils in a room. you might have a tiny crush, but no one has to know that.

“so far, everyone loves him!” clark exclaimed

“he seems nice enough…i like his puppy.” you said as you looked over at her as you guys walked out of the museum.

“strata is so cute, i got to pet him on the way out!”

you smiled.

“he’ll fit in just fine.” you said to clark.

the museum looming behind you both as you walked to your cars. the thought of rafe lingering in your mind.

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HI GUYS!! THIS IS THE FIRST PART OF THIS AU!! i hope you guys love it!

im so grateful for all of you! love yall sm!!

[bigblueworld]

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