#like fuck it. this shit sucks I'm hitting the bricks

[that-trans-autistic-guy]

DBD as Random Quotes I Have From AO3 Shit (edited to fit what I want)

Charles: I'm not Edwin's keeper. Crystal: No? When did you quit?

Edwin + Charles: But if it walks like a duck and it quacks like a duck then the ducks are dating

Not a Single Character: Therapy creating functioning adults! Yay!

Charles: What's one more dumb decision?

Jenny: I am now someone who allows herself to want things and I want a goddamn Pop Tart.

Edwin to Charles, ep 5: You're about as subtle as a brick in the face

Edwin: Edwardian England (and associated baggage)

Esther: You're short and seventeen, you have no chance

The Whole Agency: Clown to Clown Communication

The Sprites: You're all Morons The Sprites, the second Niko pays attention to them: Not you Niko, you're an angel and we're lucky to have you

Esther: Can't blame a whore for trying

Crystal, pre-agency: I threw glass in my friend's eyes and now I'm on probation

Charles: Crab walking into emotional honesty

Edwin: I've been reliably informed I am also an asshole

Charles: Some call it an anxiety disorder, I call it diligence

The boys in Port Townsend: America Sucks. Boo. Two Thumbs Down

Charles, in PT trying to be optimistic: When you've hit rock bottom the only way to go is OH SHIT NOT THAT WAY?!?!?

Monty: He is, of course, a lying liar who lies

Charles when asked how he killed Esther's snake: Idk I just kicked his ass man

Crystal when Edwin apologizes: The twilight zone was real, here and fucking terrifying

Jenny: Oh you paternal fucker

Jenny: She's never been the father of so many idiots

The Boys: If Edwin jumped off a bridge, Charles would do a backflip right after him

The Entire Show: There's drama there's angst there's gayness!

Esther: But no she just had to be a little bitch

[woolydemon]

the mutual posted cringe. send them to the dungeon (unfollows)

[magdaclaire]

if i start academia posting again y'all will still love me right

[maraeffect]

okay not a good day today but i'm trying very hard 2 remember that tomorrow may be better 🥺

[retro-system]

might pirate another 3ds game to balance it out if i have to buy a new joycon

[pyrriax]

what if i just waited to post stuff until i've got my current three Ideas written

just post em all back to back and then sleep for a week

[ !! venting in the tags !! ]

[callofdudes]

Zombie Ghost x Reader

Look at how adorable he is 🥰

Summary: After getting bitten by a zombie during the last outbreak, you and the team are clinging on to any hope you have of bringing back your friend.

Cw: Angst, death, gore.

A/n: I really do apologize for lack of updating as I've recently been quite a lot busier and mentally this feels like a brick load.

The zombie apocalypse. Unknown in origin and spreading around the globe in immeasurable numbers. Claiming half the popular by storm and turning them into spawn of the sucking, drooling, blood lusting bodies that dragged themselves across the earth. 141 was no stranger to dangerous tasks but while locked behind the safe haven of thick barbwire fences and giant floodlights on base to keep away from the spread, they were also charged with taking it down.

The daunting thought. Two of you sent out each week to kill as many as you could in a few days time while keeping regular in check hours with the others was grueling...

Ghost stopped abruptly along the treeline, forcing you to also stop, looking around at the chilly autumn landscape. You were lucky it was autumn, easier to see through the trees, the crunching of dried leaves and immediately give away to position. If only it didn't work for both parties.

You held your gun stiffly, unable to fight the urge to look back behind you several times. The air reeked of death and the smell was ungodly. You were close.

Ghost stepped forward again, shifting his crosshairs over toward the lake in the distance. Known to avoid water but not above sticking around it like fools. You both approached, surely this was your target end.

The whole thought made your spine tingle, and not in a good way. "Ghost- do you have a visual?" You whisper, turning again behind you just to be sure it is still barren.

"Negative." He replied, shifting his gun as he approached the end of the hill, staring down into the valley. A dead end.

He looked around before lowering his weapon. "Nothing."

"But there was a sighting around here." You look down at the lake where the water didn't stir and then around at the thick trees.

"I know, but I'm not-"

There was a crack, a branch above from a nearby tree giving way, it's limbs tearing like string as the weight came crashing down. Simon cursed as the branch hit him, sending him to the ground before feeling those cold dead hands grab onto his throat.

"Simon!!" You pointed your gun, watching the two struggle while trying to get a clear shot.

Ghost grunted, the zombie snarled at him, saliva flicking onto his face. Those milky, glazed eyes and the smell of the rotting flesh from its corpse. It leaned down, it's blunt teeth attempting to sink into him but Ghost managed to thrust it back.

You shot a bullet through its spine, hearing it screech and spill up blood from its mouth, animalistic hunger seeping in and it sunk its mouth into Ghost's forearm, biting and tearing into the flesh.

Ghost tries to get away and kick it off, managing to send it sprawling and losing its tight grip on him. And watching you put more than a fair share of bullets into it.

He panted, his arm throbbing. He winced under his breath, pulling up his sleeve and seeing the deep mark and the flesh torn from his skin from the separation. The way his veins were already bulging and searing black from the point of contact. Almost instantaneous...

"Were you hurt??" You move back over to him.

Ghost yanks down his sleeve

"No. I'm fine."

"Ghost-" You reach out for his arm and he tries to push you away, only aiding you in getting him with both hands, pulling his sleeve up to see the bite.

"Shit...." Your worst fear. You couldn't imagine yourself getting bitten, but one of your friends. Your lieutenant.

"We need to get you back home, fuck, how much time do we have??" You turned on your radio, comming in to Price for evac and a medical team.

Ghost watched you, feeling a sharp pain fill his head. He blinked, trying to ward it off, the whites of his eyes already invading his pupils and glazing over his irises. The venom spreading through his body and claiming him.

You looked at him, seeing him watching you and trying to hang on. "It'll be ok Simon." You said it more for yourself it felt. He gave a simple nod, sitting down against the tree nearby to try and stabilize himself.

The wait until evac and medical came was intense. You tried to keep Simon talking but it was clear his mind wasn't right. Half here half somewhere else, zoning in and out.

A new form of hunger already coiling in his stomach and taking over like a hand slashing through his intestines. Opening gashes and letting fluids pour out and burn the inside of him. That's what the hunger felt like. The wanting. The need.

To feast and sink his blunt teeth into the warm flesh of a body and tear it right from the screaming corpse.

He held his head, tapping his foot violently fast against the ground, trying to distract himself.

You watched him worriedly, looking back as medical came rushing over from where the helicopter had landed some hundred feet away.

"He needs help! Right now, he needs help!" You yell as they approach, one of the soldiers taking you aside while the other two stand Simon up.

"He's been bitten you need to help him!"

Ghost staggered, looking at you as the medical officers walked him back to the helicopter and helped him inside.

Your heart was racing. Would this be a goodbye?? What would happen?? Could they save him?? So many questions so little time.

You were loaded into a separate air unit while medical attended to Ghost.

Back on base they didn't let you see him either. Every minute wasted was a possibility to save Ghost and you knew that. But you couldn't help and see how Ghost struggled. His pale fists clenching, his once blue veins deep black, tinting the color of his skin.

How he struggled and fought the restraints of the medical bed before you were ushered in a different direction to go see your team.

It was quiet entering the living area, seeing Price sat there in his favorite chair, the rocker completely still while Johnny and Gaz occupied the couch, fidgety.

Gaz was the first to react, getting up and rushing to you. "Oh thank goodness. You had us worried mate- are you ok?" He inspected you, worry in his eyes until you squeezed his hand.

"I'm ok Gaz, I'm ok."

"So it's true then?? The report??" Johnny asked, still glued to the couch.

"About Ghost? Yes... he was bitten."

The reality all of you knew and yet weren't entirely willing to accept. You'd never managed to save anyone from the claws of the virus no matter how many small doses of formulas and stimulus syringes were produced all too quickly for them to properly work.

And if they did work, the constant need to be injecting it to keep the virus away from completely devouring the brain and the immune system was taxing.

You didn't sleep that night. Trying to imagine what Simon was feeling. Tossing and turning through every hour, thinking of Ghost. Your friend.

Maybe if you had helped faster? If you had shot faster or kicked the stupid thing instead of standing there like an idiot. All the what ifs drowned you and your worries for Ghost.

The next morning you were planning to stop by Simon's hospital bed to check on him and see if he was doing any better.

Before you could though, you were abruptly interrupted in the hallway by Johnny.

"Y/n, you have to come down to the containment room... it's not good."

"Containment...?" Your heart pounded. "Come on, let's go." You and Johnny rush down the hallway out past the medical rooms to a different room. One you had installed after the outbreaks to help keep any spawn in base contained.

Rushing into the room the containment unit was already surrounded by Gaz and Price.

You heard that snarl, the heavy breathing. Light footsteps that stalked the tank within.

"How is he??" You push in between them, seeing the unit. Simon... Simon was inside. But he didn't look like Simon. Not anymore.

The skin around his face was dark and bloodied, teeth bared and his eyes milky and cloudy.

He snarled when he saw you, he smelled you. Pounding on the unit and lashing out. His fists pounded on it, staring at you like a snack. Something he could eat whole. Swallow in one meal.

He mimicked those disgusting sounds of the horrors that roamed the wastes outside the base.

He slammed his body into the tank. Snarling and yelling as he threw himself, clawing and pounding on the windows.

"Simon stop!" You called, stepping back as he thrust himself at the window, slamming his fists into it.

Blood flicking over the glass and splattering with each hit.

"Simon you're hurting yourself!!" You cried, seeing Simon in a frenzy. Was this Simon?? This wasn't Simon. This wasn't your friend.

But you didn't know what you would do without Simon. You couldn't go on without him and right now he doesn't look like he is wants to be friends with you.

Simon was in so much pain. His stomach twisted and squelched inside his rotting body. It was so numb and yet he felt pain in every layer of flesh that was torn from his body.

He couldn't control when he bit that doctor, he couldn't control when he'd smashed the monitor and snapped his neck. He was hungry. He was so fucking hungry.

And now you were here, and that angry appetite only grew. He nearly salivated, he could smell your warm skin. He could see the fear and the hope in your eyes, but his hunger was in control. It's all he knew.

You continued to watch him throw himself at the tank, trying to calm him down, to get him to stop. To see any resemblance between your friend still in there. If there was anything.

"Simon please I need you to stop, stop Simon, please." You moved closer to the tank, placing your hand on it to try and calm him.

A moment of silence went by before he lunged again, screaming as his blunt, exposed teeth gnashed at the window where your palm was, making you jump back.

Price places his hand on your shoulder, watching Simon continue to try to get out. To fight the horrible hunger inside him.

"I'm sorry soldier..."

You quivered, seeing Simon like this broke you. Rushing from the room and back under your covers to cry. Simon, your best friend...

Why hadn't you just been faster. If you hadn't been so dumb and seen where that stupid zombie was perched this would have never happened. It felt like your fault. It was your fault.

Every day you went to see Simon, and every day it just felt worse. His anger slowly started to calm and you even took the occasional chance to try and feed him through one of the tubes attached to the tank.

Simon would eat it, but would watch you. Sometimes you knew he was looking at you because he wanted to eat you and others you weren't sure. It was a numb look. Blank. A look you all too often couldn't read.

You'd sit with him when he had stopped acting crazy. He would sit on the tank floor staring or would walk around, licking the tube into the tank to get any reminisce of the slop you had to feed him to help his hunger.

You would talk to him even if nothing was said back. It was like you were talking to a brick wall all over again.

It was your fault.

You did this to him.

He's hurting. He's in pain.

He's your best friend.

Hoard after hoard the team kept fighting, but you couldn't do this without Simon. You couldn't. And you couldn't fight knowing Simon was back on base locked up, going stir crazy and trying to get out. Fed anything from leftover meals if he was lucky...

It was another dark night. Sitting in your room while looking at one of the photos you had taken of Simon. One of the only photos you had where you caught his eyes in the light, seeing the glint and the faint sparkle that would travel back and forth. The corners of his eyes creasing from his hidden smile.

You left your bed, tucking your blanket around your shoulders with the photo in hand. You wandered down past the medical room and to the containment unit.

Flicking on the dimmer lights you saw Simon sitting at the back of his tank, eyes immediately on you when you enter.

"Hey buddy..." you whisper, coming over to the tank.

Simon snarls lowly, staring at you and slowly standing when you placed your hand on the tank. "I'm sorry Simon... I'm truly sorry..."

He huffed through his nose, coming over to the tank. He didn't bang on it, he didn't attempt to jump. He watched you. In the quietness, his glazed over eyes showing no signs of the person you once knew.

But then, for a moment, something happened. His hand came up, touching the glass over your palm from the other side. Seeming content.

You looked in at him, making your final decision. "I can't go on without you Simon. I just don't think I can watch you be kept in here. Not when I know they'll kill you soon."

Simon continues to silently watch you. You move away from the tank and over to the console in the corner, granting access to the security latch on the unit.

You both heard the hiss and the click. Simon's eyes watching you with that hollow, hungry desire. He pressed his hand to the glass, watching it move and shift open, letting him out into the air.

He smelled of death and rotting flesh. Sounds gurgled up in his throat, and he lunged at you. You gasp, your natural instinct to fight until his nails sunk into your shoulders.

You looked up at him as he sunk his teeth into your cheek, making you cry as he bit down and tore through the flesh and tendon, liquid squelching and blood splattering across the walls.

Tears swelled in your eyes as he chewed down your flesh and gnashed his teeth into the side of your face, pulling and tearing the tissue away from the bone and devouring you.

You cried, the pain making you fight and struggle against him as you went down to the ground. He straddled you, moving down your body, nails tearing at your collar bones and down your chest, completely tearing open your clothes and drawing blood from every inch of your skin.

That animalistic hunger inside him fed off the warm delicious taste of your skin.

"Simon-" You cried, knowing your fate was sealed. He continued to tear into your body. Snarling and hissing as blood spilled. He tore into your chest, making you scream as he broke through your ribcage and made for your heart, ripping it right out of your chest.

You choked, clawing for a last reminisce of life. Trying to cling on, to do anything. Your mind went blank and you succumb to the torture. Simon continues to eat, his hunger having been fed little by little by the slop from that tube.

The taste of your warm skin as it traveled down his raw throat was unlike anything he knew. It only grew that hunger inside him, his eyes glazing over and clouding thicker as the damage became beyond irreversible.

Pulling apart inch by inch of you and biting in to it, leaving you a bloody mess.

Blood marred all down his chin, making his face look black from the thickness of the blood. His hands covered and his nails dripping.

He could smell more of it. He snarled, getting up and slipping through the open door and down the hallway.

Growling and snarling as he went, stopping by the first door where he smelled a mix of human flesh with gunpowder and spice.

His stomach twisted in excitement as he pushes the door in, seeing the peaceful form that lay there. He moved, jumping on the bed and tearing into his once friend in his sleep.

The terrified screams of panic and pain as he tried to fight Simon off, grabbing his journal and trying hit him in the head in a desperate attempt to fight.

Simon twisted his head away, tearing into his throat and ripping his vocal chords out with the chunk of flesh, blood splattering everywhere.

Two down. Two to go.

Yes, this is immediately what I thought of when I first saw him so... yeah. It's unedited and I wrote it between taking naps so apologies if the gorification be lacking.

[heeliopheelia]

"i think i've always loved you" (jungwon x reader)

genre: fluff word count: 0.9k requested by @miukityy-deactivated20230802 ♡

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The hallway is unusually silent as you walk through the empty school with an injured Jungwon hanging on your neck. It's an irony, really, that you, out of all people, have been chosen as the one to walk him to the nurse after he'd hurt his ankle in a result of bumping his head with one of his teammates and falling down roughly.

"How's your leg?" You ask to somehow fill the silence, hand gripping his waist tightly.

He shoots you a pointed look before scoffing with slight amusement. "Not the best," he hums, finding humor in your shy words. "I think it might be twisted."

"That would suck," you murmur quietly.

This finally gets a laugh out of him. "Why are you still so awkward around me?" He chuckles, pinching your side playfully. "You really have no reason to be, after all those years. Makes me think you hate me or something."

He's teasing, you know that. But still, his words make you squirm a little because they couldn't have been farther from the truth.

You know it's weird that you're still so tense around him even though you've been, more or less, friends for such long time. But you like to tell yourself that your behavior is absolutely excusable. Because how else is one supposed to act around their long time crush without blowing their cover?

You lower your head, deciding on an honest answer this time. "Funny cause I always felt like you're the one who hates me."

Jungwon snorts from your ridiculous thought. "That's crazy. C'mon, everyone knows I've always liked you." His confession does little to pacify your already pounding heart and just when you think about letting it slide, he goes on almost as if someone treated him with an honesty potion. "No, scratch that. Actually, I think I've always loved you."

The quiet, almost embarrassed mumble just can't go past your ears this time, completely disregarding Jungwon's deepest wish that you didn't actually hear his words. Your body tenses up as you halt your steps, head shooting to the side to cast a shocked glance at Jungwon.

Did you hear that right or are you just this far gone into your delusion?

"What?" You manage to stumble out. His arm wrapped around your shoulders all of sudden leaves a nearly burning trace behind and you shiver slightly. "You really must've gotten it hard in the head, huh?"

Jungwon strangles a groan that bubbles up in his throat, knowing well that this slip up was no one else's fault but his. Oh God, he's really doing this. Running his free hand over his face, he unsuccessfully tries to shake off the sudden nervousness spreading over his system like some kind of a parasite.

"No, what? I wasn't- Okay, fuck, whatever," he breathes out quickly, stumbling over his words and slightly loosening his grip on you to face you better. "I'm in love with you. I mean it. I've been ever since you barged into my class and hit Riki's head with this brick-ass notebook of yours."

You flush at the mention of the memorable momentum from over four years ago. With ears burning, you forget about his injury for a hot moment and step away from his touch, the sudden movement catching Jungwon off guard and causing him to stumble forward with a whine, right back into your smaller frame.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," you rush out the apology, arms instinctively finding their way around his middle again, keeping him steady.

You're left breathless, feeling absolutely each and every emotion striking your heart one by one. And in this moment, looking up at his ever so pretty face, cheeks slightly flushed with pink and eyes wide with nerves; you decide to show your answer through actions rather than words.

So you raise to your tippy toes and capture his lips with yours without even a hint of hesitation. Even if Jungwon's heart literally jumps out of his chest, all hair rise up on his arms and world nearly halts to a stop – he never lets you know any of these things as he dips his head down, allowing you to get more comfortable and settle back on your feet, kissing you twice as intensely as he finally lets go of all the pent up tension in his body.

He presses his lips deeply to yours, drinking every quiet sound that you make as his hand makes its way up to your face, fingers brushing your skin so gently in the total contrast to his relentless mouth biting and bruising yours.

And fuck him for not growing the balls to confess to you sooner.

You let his desperate lips do anything and everything to yours right now, ignoring the tingling that guarantees they're gonna be swollen and burning after he pulls away. But you're way too infatuated and greedy to loosen your grip around his neck.

You're unwillingly forced to break the kiss when your lungs feel as if they're about to collapse, so with one, two, three more pecks to his wet lips, you take a step back, yet not far enough from him to not feel his heavy breath on your face.

"I might like you a little too," you can't help but tease quietly, now finally content with your feelings and watching giddily as a fond smile makes its way to his red lips.

He hums, hands moving to your hips. "Only a little?"

"A tiny bit," you keep the banter up, squirming with a squeal when his fingers dig into your sides in a tickle.

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[htchnr]

★ absolute desire ❥ A. HOTCHNER.

➻❥ masterlist. ➻❥ patreon.

CW ➥ public blowjob ⋆ cum swallowing ⋆ swearing ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

WC ➥ 1,2K. SONG ➥ i wanna be your girlfriend, cameron hayes.

SUMMARY ➥ "i can't believe you sucked me off in an alleyway." you grin, "i can't believe you let me."

★ - © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 HTCHNR. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫! - ★

you pulled him into the alleyway at an embarrassing speed — pressing him up against the cold brick wall as you slammed your lips against his.

he moaned at the sudden passion, hands grabbing your hips as he went along with it, already lost against your lips.

"shit honey, where'd this come from?" he panted as you feverishly kissed his throat, another pant slipping past his lips as you suck your way down his throat.

your lips briefly returned to his, only for you speak. "don't talk, just feel." you panted, hands shaking in anticipation as they undid his belt.

"yes ma'am," he groaned, head thudding against the brick wall as it drops back a little. you dropped down to your knees, pulling his belt loose and unzipping his slacks. he moaned when your hand found his slowly hardening cock, palming it before pulling down his slacks a little more.

"oh shit - honey," he moaned, your hand wrapping around his cock and pulling him free, your wet lips trailing up his length, his thighs shaking a little with every second that passes.

one of his hands moves up to your hair, fingers threading themselves with your hair as you lick up his cock, wrapping your lips around him as you reach his weeping tip. his fingers tightened in your hair as you bobbed up and down, tongue flat against his length.

you don't know where this came from either, you just ached to suck him off — drool all over him as he fucks your throat.

he was barely holding it together — one hand in your hair, the other flat up against the cold brick wall as you swallowed him down. what a way to relax after work..

his hips bucked with your rhythm, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you desperately hollowed your cheeks around him. his thighs trembling as he was rapidly approaching the end.

"shit sweetheart - oh god, just like - just like that," he grunted, eyes screwed shut and his head leaned back. he briefly looked down — his half lidded eyes watching how desperately you sucked his soul out of him — as if you needed this.

your throat constricted around him a little as you tried not to gag, causing him to buck up further into your warm, wet mouth. "honey, i'm so close," he grunted.

you looked up at him, humming a 'mhmm?' — the vibrations nearly making him cum right then.

"uh huh, shit keep that up - yeah baby, oh fuck," he rambles, his mind a mess as he all he can barely focus on is you sucking his soul of him — this sudden head had to be the best he's ever had, and it was fucking him up so deliciously.

you pull him from between your lips, jerking him off against your tongue. "cum for me baby, please, please cum for me." you beg, brows furrowed and your thighs rubbing together.

"oh shit, i'm coming - !" he groans as his hips stutter, his cock twitching before spurting his thick cum all over your tongue. his hips buck violently as you slowly stroke up and down, squeezing a little to get all he's got, out.

he watches you as you swallow his whole load down, lips wrapping around his sensitive cock as you lick him clean. he whimpers lowly, hips stuttering like crazy as you clean him up.

you pull his boxers up, giving his softening cock a small kiss over the material before you pull up his slacks as well. he slides down the brick wall, crouching as his eyes reach your level — a hand reaching up to stroke your cheek.

"damn honey," he pants, pulling your lips closer by your jaw as he presses his own against them. he can taste himself on your lips, though it's never bothered him too much. all he can think of are your soft lips, and how they feel against his.

he pulls away, panting. he tries to catch his breath, suddenly starting to chuckle. you look up at him, a smile of your own forming on your lips. "what?" you amusingly huff.

he laughs, shakily standing up — pulling you up with him. he starts on buckling his belt, "i can’t believe you just sucked my soul out of me in an alleyway," he breathes, straightening his shirt and slacks.

you brush some and rubble dirt off your knees, chuckling along with him. "i can’t believe you let me." you grinned, leaning up to kiss him sweetly, his hands holding your hips again.

"oh sweetheart, i'd let you do that any day." he breathes, pressing a firm kiss to your lips, before moving you backwards by your hips. "just you wait till we're home, i'll have you crying against my lips, begging me to stop." he mutters against your ear, teeth teasingly nipping at the shell as you two walk out if the alleyway.

you squeeze his hand that you're holding, "mm, don't threaten me with a good time mister," you grin, returning a nip at his jaw before reaching his car.

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Not This Again | Hobie Brown x f!reader

Whatever it may say about me, my first thought when someone grabs me by my backpack strap, violently jerking me backwards towards the ground, is 'shit, not this again'.

With a thud, my head hits the pavement, and I roll over onto my side, reaching my arms up, groaning as stars dance in front of my eyes.

"Fuck, shit," I hiss. From above, someone is yanking my backpack, trying their hardest to get it off my shoulders, forcing my arms backwards into an uncomfortable position.

I want to say that without the crack to the head, I would leap up, ready to defend myself from whatever asshole idiot is stealing a backpack - so much harder to steal than a purse, I think? - but I'm pretty sure I'd just be handing it over to avoid confrontation.

This fucker could have just asked and looked menacing. I'd probably have handed it over.

Finally, I manage to half roll over when the backpack slips away, and get a glimpse at the backpack-thief. He's tall, slender, and the top half of his face is covered in shadow by a ratty blue ball cap. His lips are thin, cracked, and the hair around his mouth is probably something he proudly calls a beard, but it definitely isn't.

His thin lips curl up in a half smile, half sneer. "Thanks for this."

As he turns, I find solace in the fact that when he gets home, he will find nothing but art supplies in the backpack. My wallet is in my pocket, along with my phone.

It does suck that he took my keys, but there's a spare somewhere.

My head is throbbing as I sit up, and I'm pretty sure I need to go the hospital. I pull my knees to my chest as I take my phone out of my pocket, and shuffle back to press my back against the brick wall of the alley.

He answers on the first ring.

"Kind of," he grunts, and I hear a shuffling of feet and the large bang of something metallic falling to the ground, "busy!"

"Oh. I.. got mugged."

"On my way."

--

He arrives within five minutes, descending nearly silently from above me, startling me when he lands.

"Which way did he go?" he asks, his chest heaving, his voice muffled only slightly by his mask.

"That way," I say and point, "but please don't bother. I think I need to go to the ER. It feels like I might pass out. I hit my head." I reach back, showing him. He runs his hand over my swollen skull.

He looks left to right, and then pulls his mask off, his hair springing free. Reaching out, he runs his thumb over my cheek, just below my eye.

I'm puzzled until I realize he's wiping away a tear.

I'm crying.

"You're okay now, love," he says, leaning forward to bring his face just inches from mine. "I'm here."

My body falls forward, my forehead pressing to the cold leather of his vest, and I take a few deep breaths, in and out, in and out, in and out.

"I can't believe this happened again," I whisper, and I feel his chest shake with a laugh he's trying to stifle.

"Once is usually enough for most people," he replies sarcastically, but I can hear the smile in his voice. "If it happens again, I'm gonna start bringing you with me, everywhere I go."

He brings his fingers up under my chin, tilting my head so I'm forced to meet his gaze with mine.

"Might do that anyway," he says.

"Hobie..." I roll my eyes.

He bends down, and presses a soft, lingering kiss to my lips. The pain in my head momentarily vanishes, and all I can feel are his warm lips on mine, and the pounding in my chest.

He pulls away, and I lean forward, prolonging the kiss for just a few seconds.

"I wanted to do that the first time, but thought it might be... poor taste," Hobie says with a smile when we finally break apart, both smiling.

He stands up and pulls his mask on, and extends a hand to me. Gently, he lifts me into his arms, cradling me.

"I would do anything to keep you safe, Y/N," he says, and I can't see his face, but I can hear how serious he is.

"I know, Hobie," I say, my cheeks burning.

Now, I owe that thin-lipped, tiny-bearded moron something. Without him, when would Hobie have kissed me?

Concussion be damed. This is the best day of my life.

[absurdthirst]

How do you think Joel would react finding out that you’re pregnant and he’s the father (after losing Sarah)?

Soooooo I'm actually writing a story with @wardenparker right now where you had a night with Joel outside the walls and over year later he finds out he has a baby girl.

Joel's reaction below the cut.

"That's fair." But it still makes you blow out a slow, anxious breath and look down at your hands in your lap instead of even trying to look him in the eye. "It's just...if either of you has an issue with being around a baby...I'll find you somewhere else to sleep."

A baby?" Joel's eyes widen in surprise and he frowns. "You found a baby out here?"

"Not quite." Found isn't really the word you would use. "I..." Your fingernails bite into your palms, nerves making you close in on yourself. With no idea how Joel will react, you just dive in head first. "She's seven months old. A-and her name is Caroline."

It doesn't take long for Joel to put the pieces together. You look like you're about to shit a brick and twisting your hands together nervously. Seven months old plus the eight months carrying her. Puts her conception right at the time where he had been outside the walls and met up with you for one night. Joel's chair scrapes the floor as he pushes it back abruptly and turns to stalk out of the room, needing fresh air before he passes out.

"Oh fuck," Ellie murmurs, eyes going wide as she looks between you. Whatever gossip she thought she was going to get, this is way better.

"It's not like I could just call you." Immediately ready to defend yourself, you're also ready to collapse inwardly from the anger and hurt on his face. "Show up to a FERPA QZ unauthorized and they hang you, so it's not like I could go to Boston, either." Calling the baby Caroline had been your nod to the city where her father supposedly lived, and she's had Sweet Caroline sung to her as a lullaby every night of her very short life.

Your words stop him from leaving, his back turned to you and he tries to breath but all he can see Sarah's lifeless eyes, unable to protect her. "I-I need- to go-out-outside." Joel chokes, out, stumbling for the door.

"Joel!" Turning to follow him right away, you pause only for a second to point a finger at the girl. "Stay here," you tell her firmly before going after the man who has no idea how to navigate the colony he's about to be ambling around blindly.

Joel hits the door, stumbling into the colder night air, stumbling off to the side and bends over as he tries to suck in lungfuls of air and put his head between his knees at the same time. Blind panic taking over as all he can hear is the rapid, panicked breaths of his dying daughter's last breaths, not realizing it's actually his own breathing.

"Joel." Shooting after him, you find him hyperventilating against a tree in the courtyard beyond the gate. This isn't the first time you've ever seen somebody have a panic attack - it's a regular occurrence to a certain extent - but since it's the first time you've ever had to tell a man that you gave birth to his child, you're a little shaken. "Joel, you gotta breathe, okay?" You kneel down beside him and gently put your hands on his shoulders, trying to figure out if touching him will be soothing or just spook him more. "Deep breaths. Long, steady exhales."

"I c-can't - you- you- ba-bab-baby" Joel closes his eyes and stops breathing at one point before he starts to drop down to his knees in the dirt. Inhaling roughly and sounding like a man starved of oxygen finally getting a breath. Trying not to pass out from the rush of oxygen to his brain and he clenches his fists on his thighs.

"I don't want anything from you." What the hell could you even ask for? Child support? That's fucking laughable in the world you live in now. Dropping to your knees in the dirt next to him, one hand is one his back but you're trying to search his face for some kind of reaction beyond panic. "Caroline and I are as good as anybody can be with the way the world is, okay? You just concentrate on deep, looong breaths."

"I don't- I can't-" Joel chokes out a sob and his hand wraps around his watch. The last thing that he has from his daughter. "Sarah." He manages, trying to steady his breathing.

"Sarah doesn't need to know." Finding out he does have someone waiting for him is a disappointing twist to your gut, but you can't be focusing on yourself right now.

He shakes his head, shoulders slumping down and he takes a moment before he manages to take an even steady breath. "Not-" He stops himself and reaches for your hand. "She's okay?" He asks. "You're okay?"

"Yeah." You nod and squeeze his hand, wondering what the hell is going through his mind. "Yeah, Joel. We're okay. One of my friends is watching her while I'm on night shift, but we're good. She's...she's my angel."

Joel closes his eyes and absorbs the news that once again - twenty years later - he's a father. He nods, squeezing your hand back before he opens his eyes, more in control of himself than he had been minutes before. "Okay." He rasps out.

[callsignfate]

You seem off

Day Ten of Writemas/Birthday posts!

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Tw: Talks of loss, toxic mentality, depression, talks and mention of death. Let me know if I've missed any.

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"You seem," she paused, thinking on her words carefully, "spaced out." Her tone was hiding her worry.

"I'll never see them again." Paralyzed with this thought that weighed you down like one thousand bricks. Your tone was flat like you spoke matter-of-factly, hiding the dull pain in the pit of your chest.

"See who?" Kate asked, her tone full of showing concern and confusion.

"It doesn't matter, just a passing thought." You muttered as you picked up the stack of papers and tried to straighten them up by gently tapping them against your desk.

"It does matter. You're off today." Kate's worried eyes looked into yours, searching for the unspoken words you refused to bring into existence. You refused to show anyone struggling, even her.

"Just a passing thought," you explained again, your voice becoming shorter and showing you were done with the conversation. Kate put her hands up in surrender as she left with a frustrated expression.

Working with your wife wasn't always the easiest. You both managed it well or tried to. These past few weeks had been harder; you often left alone while Kate ended up needing to work later or go off to deal with something a flight away. You felt oddly alone, and after losing something, someone you had loved so dearly. Today, it finally hit you, the realization that you would never see them again.

You would never get to hear, touch, or see them again. Not in person, at least. The regrets of the final moments, the final weeks up into their bitter end, were never what you wanted to imagine for them.

You wanted to scream, cry, beg for them to come back. You wanted nothing more than to change the regrets you had playing in your memory over and over. The fake smiles and relentless motions of the day, the job, life, were making every polite response and kind smile harder to muster up.

"Suck it up," you hissed to yourself as you clenched your jaw in annoyance at yourself. You wished your brain would stop relating everything back to them, just for a moment.

You picked up your bag, putting your things in it quickly, as you wanted nothing more than to go home and lay in bed, to mindlessly scroll on your phone or watch some show you could use to distract yourself. You wanted—no, needed a distraction. You needed to stop focusing on the pit in your chest and that constant nagging feeling that weighed down every moment of every day since.

"I'll be home late again," Kate said as she walked over to you. She noticed your hands shoving things into your bag harshly as your eyes seemed empty and unfocused.

"Great, good to know." You snapped out harshly. The moment you realized what you had said and how you had said it, you had added yet another regret to the stack of nearly toppling papers in your mind.

"Shit, fuck—I didn't. I'm sorry." You immediately said, cutting her off as you took a small shaky breath. You begged your mind and emotions just to hold on for a few minutes more so you could get to your reprieve.

"Can you tell me what's wrong? You've barely been eating, you're always asleep when I come home, you've been acting less and less like yourself." Kate said in a hushed tone, standing closer to you to try to keep the conversation private.

You weren't willing to cry in front of the coworkers who were probably already watching you and your wife stand close and speak in hushed whispers. Your half-closed eyes, showing just how exhausted you were, scanned Kate's face carefully before a small sigh escaped your lips reluctantly.

"I realized, I'll never see them again. I never focused on memorizing their voice, their face is becoming harder to picture in my memories. I just wish I had more memories before they died. That's all." You said before finishing packing up your things in your bag with a small shrug.

"Let's go home. We'll curl up on the couch in oversized sweatpants and a comfortable shirt while we watch the same episodes of that show you like." Kate said, and you looked almost shocked. Her soft, sad smile slowly tugged at her lips before she grabbed your bag and your hand.

"Paperwork is guarantied to be here tomorrow, but we aren't. So let's go be lazy for a few hours." Kate said quietly as she pulled you along gently.

The weight of the day, the grief, the regrets, all seemed to lighten a little at her words. Kate's simple gesture, the offer to be lazy together, was a balm to your weary soul. As you walked out of the office hand in hand, you felt a sense of gratitude for the understanding and compassion your wife offered without judgment. The evening ahead promised solace, comfort, and the simple joy of shared moments — a respite from the weight you carried throughout the last few days.

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[jadededge]

Tear You Apart | Ch.3

Pairing:  GOT7 x OC

Genre: Demon/Mafia AU, Romance, Smut

Rating: M

Summary: Jaebeom and Yugyeom are "running an errand" when the most delectable scent that he ever smelled hit Yugyeom like a ton of bricks. Yugyeom stops JayB and soon he smells it. They look across the street and see the her. They stalk her for awhile and finally get the chance to manufacture a meet with her.

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Navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Despite their busy and immortal lives, the boys try to have dinner together as often as possible. Gathering around the large oak table in their dining room, they share laughs and stories of the day. Relaxing and unwinding as a family.

"So, maknaes," Jaebeom starts. "I hear you had to provide some backup on Canal. How did that go?"

"We went to see Selah. I'm so sorry," Youngjae immediately folds and bows his head, hoping to be spared.

Bam sucks his teeth. "Youngjae, what the fuck man?"

"You did what?" Jaebeom asks calmly. Too calm.

The sound of silverware hitting plates echoed in the now quiet room.

"Aw shit, boys, why did you do that?" Mark asks.

"We only wanted to see her." Yugyeom adds with a pout. "We didn't even talk to her." He says leaning towards Youngjae.

Jinyoung must've caught that because he immediately followed up. "Bam. What about you?"

"Whatever. I talked to her. And I got her number."

All the older brothers sigh. Jaebeom continues to look. His chin starts to protrude.

"Son, why did you do that when we have her number?" Mark asked.

"I'm sorry, were we going to start texting her and tell her we looked up everything about her beforehand?" He laid it out. "I'm playing the boyfriend game." He leans back, looking proud of himself.

Jaebeom was pissed, but he was trying not to show it. He had a plan, and this... He stands, pushing his chair back to leave. "I'm going out."

"Either you've messed up so badly that he needs to go prepare to send you back or..." Jackson pauses. "Actually, I don't know what else he could be doing. Nice knowing you, Bam. I'll see you in 50 years."

Jinyoung chimes in with a disapproving tone, "You do know Jackson went to meet her as well? What will she think? We're meant to be playing this smart, and you've gone and added another complication to the situation. Yeah, Jaebeom should send you back."

"I fucked up, huh?" Bam says, hanging his head.

Mark, though known for his temper, is actually quite gentle with his brothers. Particularly the younger ones, and tries to comfort them. "Did you fuck up? Yes. But it will be okay. JB won't send you back."

"He might strangle you, though." Jackson says he is taking a bite of his food.

Mark gives him a 'stop that' look.

"What? Bammie, I invited Selah to the club. How do we explain to her that out of pure coincidence, she met both of us on the same day and that we know each other? You might have to miss the opening."

Bam lets out a puff of air ready to protest.

"That's actually not a bad idea." Jinyoung says. "You three will not be at the opening."

The younger ones begin to protest. Jinyoung holds his hand up and says, "Save it. This is perfect. Perhaps Jaebeom won't murder you if we can salvage this."

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The weekend arrives, and everybody is a bundle of nerves. After adjusting plans, the boys feel like they're actually in a better place. Feeling that perhaps it would be easier to introduce her to four of them versus all seven.

The maknaes are on warehouse duty for the night, and they couldn't have been more sour about it.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into going with you. Now look at me." Youngjae pouts, looking into the distance.

Bam rolls his eyes and says, "Well, you hardly put up a fight at a gentle suggestion."

Yugyeom chuckles a bit. "You did come along pretty easily. We should just be happy we didn't get banished."

"Valid point. But I want to meet her now." Youngjae says.

Yugy juts his lip out, "Me too."

"Yeah she's great. Glad I talked to her when I did." Bam says proudly.

The other two side eye him.

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Selah arrives at the club accompanied by her friend Brianca. She's feeling good about how she looks. The little black dress she has on is her favorite among the many in her closet. The tiny straps sit upon her glittering shoulders. The bodice fits tight on her chest with a side split that causes the material to lay nicely over her ass. Matched with a flattering pair of heels that elongate her legs and strap around her ankles is giving her a confidence boost. Not to mention, she smelled amazing.

She's hoping to see Jackson. Bam hasn't texted her. Which made her a bit sad, as she was hoping he would. But she figured she would at least have a good time, get her mind off the week, and look good if for nobody but herself

"Girl, this club is nice!" Brianca says to Selah. "And you said he's the owner?"

"That's what he said. So I'm not sure I'll easily bump into him." Selah responds by surveying the area.

"Let's get a drink!" Brianca suggests.

At the bar, Brianca has already been approached by a couple of guys and is chatting one up. She has a very inviting aura, so it's no surprise she's already deep in conversations.

At one point she leans over to Selah, "omg girl. This is that guy I told you about. That I went out with a couple of weeks ago." "The one with the.." Selah wiggles her brows. 

"Yes him." Brianca exclaims trying not to let him hear.

Selah chuckles, "well it looks like you're in for a wild night."

"Here's hoping." Brianca cheers with her friend and turns back to her presumed date for the evening.

As Selah is enjoying her cocktail, she feels a gentle touch on her shoulder that sends shivers throughout her body. Looking to her left, she sees Jackson. Managing her reaction, she doesn't smile too hard. "Jackson, hi."

"Selah, you made it." He's grinning from ear to ear. He takes a second to look her up and down. Without realizing it, he's licking his lips. "You look amazing."

This causes her to blush hard and look away briefly. "Thank you. You look great yourself, and your club is amazing."

"Thank you. I spotted you and wanted to be sure I had a chance to speak while things were going smoothly."

He needed to get her away from her friend and up to the private room. He can tell she cares about her and won't want to leave her alone or unsafe. But it appears luck was on his side.

"Brianca." Selah is turning to get her friend's attention to introduce her to Jackson. "This is Ja-."

But she's being lead to the dance floor by the guy she was chatting with. She looks back and smiles big at her friend. Quickly surveying the guy next to Selah she gives her a 'go get em' look.

"Well I was going to introduce you but nevermind I guess." She laughs.

Jackson sighs internally with relief, "No worries, we can meet later. She looks like a good time."

"Oh she's a blast in a glass. She'll be entertained for hours."

"In that case, would you like me to show you around?" Jackson asks as he holds his hand out for her.

"Sure. I'd like that, we sort of b-lined to the music, so I haven't seen the rest."

He leads her through the crowd and back toward the foyer. The place is actually quite large with a few different areas. One being the bigger bar and dance floor area they just left. Jackson shows her around the bottom floor. Even showing her a few behind the scene places before leading her into a lounge area. It's decorated in gold, with soft lighting and slow music, this makes for a nice area to chat.

"One of my brothers designed this room. He thought it would be a good idea to add an area that was much less chaotic than the traditional club atmosphere." Jackson explained.

"Oh you have a brother?" Selah asks.

"Yes, six actually." He leads her to the bar to order himself a drink. "Would you like anything?"

"Whatever you're having. Unless it's vodka." She makes a disgusting face.

Jackson chuckles and signals to the bartender, "please send over two glasses of Hennessy and ice. Thanks T."

"You got it boss." The bartender responds.

Jackson turns his attention to Selah, "Come, let's have a seat."

Settling in, Jackson takes this time to get a really good look at her. She's perfect. They begin a back and forth conversation that flows with ease. He asks her questions about herself that he already knows the answers to, but he loves hearing her talk, so this isn't a problem.

She asks about his business endeavors and he explains to her how he owns this a few other nightclubs. He mentions the corporation that his family runs, not the illegal things, obviously.

"So you have 6 brothers. That had to be hectic growing up." Selah comments.

"You could say that again. We're not exactly blood brothers, more very close friends, but we're brothers in just about every other way. We sort of came together at different times but we've been together ever since." She's listening intently. Jackson hasn't even used his gifts to any degree and she's already hooked on his every word. "Three of them are here now. I was hoping to introduce you actually. They've been dying to meet you."

"Oh, you've told them about me?" She's shocked, they only met briefly. "And you want me to meet them?"

He smiles and grabs her hand, gently caressing it. "Of course, we tell each other everything. So when I met a gorgeous woman, I told them immediately."

She was a bit hesitant but the moment Jackson touches her, she gets those same shivers. Being near Jackson, she finds herself alot more willing to go along with just about anything he says. Especially when he touches her.

She blushes, "Okay, sure."

He beams at her, "You're going to love them."

"I should text my friend and let her know."

This irritates Jackson. But he hides his displeasure. "Sure, no problem. "

He needs her alone and he didn't want to manipulate her to do it but this is becoming tedious. How do normal people live like this.

"Oh, she actually messaged to say she left with that guy. I must've missed it. I guess i'm all yours." Selah explains.

"Perfect." Jackson stands and extends his hand to help her up.

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Leading her out of the lounge and through the club to the stairs, Selah feels lightheaded. She feels as if she's walking to another world. The decor is also darker upstairs. The walls are a blood red velvet with black damask patterning. The lighting is low and the music from downstairs is faded and becomes more faint the deeper they walk.

"Continuing the tour," Jackson starts. "This top floor has a few private rooms that special guests can use, as well as the offices."

He stops at a door at the end of the hall and on the other side, Selah knows deep down, everything will change once she steps in. Jackson opens the door and gestures for her to enter.

The room is spacious, continuing the same dark motif, but the colors are a darker green and black with gold accents. There's a full-sized bar and and lounge area with a large window across the way for a view of the entire dance floor from above. 

And scattered about the room are three of the finest men Selah has ever seen, apart from Jackson. It nearly takes her breath away. They are dressed in finely tailored suits, like Jackson, and they have this something about them she can't quite put her finger on. Maybe this was a mistake. She thinks.

Jackson places his hand on the small of her back and moves her further into the room, "Selah, these are three of my brothers." He points to one at the bar with a short haircut and a dazzling smile that warms her heart. "This is Mark, the oldest."

"Hello gorgeous, lovely to meet you." He finishes making his drink and comes to settle in a chair next to the couch.

"And this absolute cutie..." pointing to other one with a short haircut. His lips grab her attention and she can't help but stare at them. He chuckles slightly and bites his bottom lip. She had to stop her knees from giving out. Did he do that on purpose. "...is Jinyoung."

He rolls his eyes, "Could you not introduce me that way." He gives her a smile staring directly in her eyes making her melt.

"Why? Is he not adorable Selah?" Jackson turns to ask her. She blushes from being put on the spot. Jackson laughs. "And lastly but certainly not least, this is Jaebeom. He is our leader."

Calling this man gorgeous would be an understatement. With longer hair styled perfectly sitting across his neck. Selah couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to run her fingers through it. She's cursing herself for how hard she is crushing on her crush's brothers.

He nods her direction. "Nice to meet you Selah, you can call me Jay B."

Her head swims. "Nice to meet you all"

"Come let's sit." Jackson moves them to a loveseat next to Jaebeom and across from Mark. Jinyoung has his eyes trained on her.

All four of them are drawing her in, with their confidence and captivating aura. But just beyond that is something tugging at her, whispering danger. She's watching herself wade further into the waters. What is happening...

Tags: @openup-yourmind

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Exit Plan

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Please let me know what you think <3

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"So, how was your midnight walk?" You set down the heavy crate on the metal table with a grunt.

Coco doesn't look up as she dusts the thick wooden board with flour. The one time you tried to make a batch of her delicate scones, they came out like bricks. Ever since, you decided you'll be the muscle. Lifting, moving, dealing with hostile customers. Should one appear.

"Eh, it was cold," she grumbles, "couldn't sleep."

"Mm," you suck your teeth.

"What?" She looks at you beneath her lashes, her hands moving naturally on the dough.

"Where'd she go?"

"Hm?"

"Don't you lie to me too. I got up to get water and you were both gone. I know she didn't come back with you."

She sighs, "she's being stupid. I'm... I'm gonna talk to her, okay? But... she's... we're all dealing with a lot."

"You think after what those jackholes put us through, she wouldn't just walk straight up to the next one," you sneer, "dammit, Coco bean."

You cross your arms and sway, thinking as you turn listlessly. That mustached douchebag, the other one at the store, and the clone copy of the Winter Soldier himself. That's too many coincidences.

"What are you thinking?" Coco asks as he cuts the perfect triangles. You face her and grip the edge of the cold metal.

"We can't stay."

"What?"

"We've always known this isn't permanent and I don't trust it anymore."

"Look, he'll probably disappear now. He got what he wanted."

"Co," you interject, "it's not just him, or the one at the Lodge. There's another one."

"Another--"

"When I went to grab snacks. What would you know he has the same standard issue lip warmer and everything."

The blade hits the wood with a heavy thunk as your eyes meet, "what are you saying? You think they know each other?"

"I know we're seeing a lot of new faces in a deadbeat town. I don't wanna wait around and find that out."

"Hey," the door swings in from the other side, "we need more espresso."

You glare over at Birdy and scowl, "come get it yourself."

"Really?" She pouts and flops her feet like a toddler. She goes to the shelf to grab a bag and you move to block the door. She turns around and winces as she sees you blocking her way.

"Yeah really. You can go off all by yourself in the middle of the night by yourself, I think you can handle a couple ounces of beans.

"What? I--"

"Don't even try to lie."

"Candy," Coco utters.

"No, let's not tiptoe around it. You're sneaking around with that jerk and you're putting us all in danger."

"Candy, please, he's nice. I'm not... putting us in danger."

"Are you dumb?"

"Candy," Coco exclaims, "you don't have to be so mean."

"Seems I do. We can't fuck around with this. I'm not going back," you square your shoulders and drop your hands to your hips. "I love you but I won't do it. Not for either of you. If that mean I have to leave you--"

"Leave? Candy, please," Birdy squeezes the bag of beans as she pleads with you, "you can't go."

"I go or we all go. I'm not staying here and getting knee deep in the shit again."

"Lloyd isn't like that--"

"You don't know him. I don't care if he makes you feel good, it's not worth it and we all know that."

There's silence. Commiseration as you stand in memory of the before. Of those men and their power over you.

Birdy sniffs and wiggles her nose, "alright, I'll say goodbye and--"

"No, he can't know we're leaving. We can't let anyone know. Pack only what you need and nothing else. Someone else will sort this place out."

Coco looks mournfully down at her unbaked scones. She takes the knife and resumes her precise cutting. Birdy inches towards you as you keep your stance tall.

"I won't tell," she mopes, "okay?"

You huff and put your hands to your neck, "Birdy, don't do that. I'm looking out for you. For all of us."

"I know," she looks at the wall, "I'm just as stupid as ever."

Coco sighs and you shake your head, "don't say that." You grab the bag from her arms, "stay and help with the baking. I'll get this going."

[axailslink]

So what?

Jamie Harrison x poc FEM reader

Summary: A drunk night spent at the cafe on amateur night you recall Jamie kissing you.

It had to be a dream there's no way your best friend kissed you but it's so fresh in your mind you weren't drunk last night it comes to you like a bad dream. You wince as you hold your head and your coworker grabs your shoulder "you good mate?" You smile and nod "yeah I just had a bit of a night... I'm going to go out for a breather. Love you mind covering for me?" He shakes his head "not at all go collect yourself." You take a deep breath as you walk outside but your body halts when it sees her. Shit there she is. Approaching you is Jamie with an all too giddy smile on her face as she looks at you. You take out a cigarette and light it she walks over and grabs you by your waist it isn't something new however right now it feels like there is a bit more meaning behind it. "You feeling bad?" You laugh sarcastically "am I feeling bad? I feel like I have a hangover and I didn't even drink."

She's acting as if nothing happened last night as if you both weren't in the corner hands roaming each other as she kissed down your neck. She glances at you seeing you're in your thoughts a bit she snatches your cigarette from your mouth and places it in her own. "Hey you good?" She takes a drag and blows the smoke against your neck they keep coming back to you every little memory from last night how her nails dragged against your skin and how hot her breath felt against your neck. You gasp as you feel her hand grabbing your face "you on that shit?" You shake your head and back away from her grip "I... I have to work" she nods "Y/n always the one with the job..." When you try to walk into the cafe she grabs your arm and smiles "get us a bite?" "No Jamie just leave please." Jamie looks a bit taken back this isn't the first time you've told her to leave you the fuck alone and it surely was not going to be the last but either way it still surprises her. When you walk back in your coworker sees panic written all over your face "I kissed my bestfriend well she kissed me but now she's acting like it's all cool when I'm pretty sure her hands were in my pants last night." He looks at you with wide eyes "girl what? Honey start from the beginning you've lost me."

Jamie's been outside of the cafe all day waiting for you to get off of work she knew something was wrong with you. When your shift is over you leave the door hesitantly and she offers you a cigarette "so what's going on with you?" You take the cigarette and mumble "you kissed me is what's going on with me." She looks at you as you light the cigarette and nods "and so what? You gone ignore it?" You take a drag and lean against the glass of the building "honestly? I don't want to but I'm scared you might." Jamie looks at you as if you're crazy "fuck no what happened when I was a bit tipsy-" you laugh at the lie she just told a bit tipsy was a complete lie "I could taste the alcohol on your tongue last night..." You mumble the last part of your sentence and she just smiles "a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts." You laugh and hit her shoulder with your own "look at you being all wise and shit." She shakes her head as she watches you take the cigarette from your mouth and blow the smoke out she kisses you as you're doing so causing you to choke. "Damnit Jamie" you cough and hit your chest "stop kissing me" Jamie shakes her head "nah I like kissing you" you can't help but smile at her "then do it again" she smiles as she grabs your cigarette and takes a drag. She places her hand behind your head this time as she kisses you and you have a replay moment of last night as you let your hands gently grip on her gray hoodie pulling her down to your height. You hear a man suck his teeth and mumble something you don't hear what he says but Jamie sure does because she pulls away from you quick and grabs a brick you don't stop her she surely has her reasons.

She throws it with a large amount of force and it hits his shoulder. When he turns around to chase you both Jamie grabs your hand and you both run not knowing where you're going but that's the thrill of being with Jamie you never know where you're going you just know it's going to be eventful.

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Fluff, Bakugou x fem reader, part 1 of 3

Part of the Cute as hell Collection

"Come on, baby. You'll have fun, I promise." You slowly raised your eyes up from your phone screen to the man leaning on the empty chair across from you.

"I said no."

"What? You have a boyfriend?" You had hoped your expression conveyed how bored and annoyed you were, but clearly you still looked friendlier than you'd intended. You sipped at the iced coffee in front of you before replying.

"Unless you wanna ask him out instead, why would that make a difference?" The stranger's knuckles tightened around the back of the chair.

"Because if you're single, you don't have a reason to turn me down." It sounded like he was grinding his teeth.

"I said 'no'. Don't need a better fuckin' reason than that." Your hand strayed to the planter in the center of the table. They began to wilt and rot at your touch. "Now are you gonna make me lose my hero's license already or are you gonna be a good lil extra and go back to your friends over there?" His eyes widened and he walked backwards with his hands raised.

"Sorry, didn't realize-" He stumbled when he ran into the brick wall of a hero that had just walked through the door. You smirked when he didn't look any more scared to be running into Dynamight than he already was of you. Your tone shifted to a sweeter one as you shouted after him.

"Don't let me see you bothering anyone else either, baby."

Katsuki chuckled as he made his way towards you. He pulled your chair out, leaning down to brush a kiss against the top of your head as he grabbed your half finished drink.

"Sorry I'm late."

"It's okay. There was a villain that kept me busy." He grinned, but raised an eyebrow at the table. "Oh, shit. One second." You hurried over to the counter, making a cash deal for the damage. You tilted your head when you turned to see he was already carrying the planter.

"What? You were gonna try to save the stupid things, right?" You nodded and moved to take it. You rolled your eyes when he held it out of your reach.

"Are we going somewhere where that'll be a problem?"

"No-" He paused to smirk. "Nice try...I told ya it was a surprise, brat." He handed you the coffee and nudged you toward the door. You laughed and held the door for him.

"Yea, well it better be good. You kept me waiting forever."

"It was icy hot's fault. He wanted to talk about feelings and shit."

"That's gross." He rolled his eyes at you.

"You know what I mean." You laughed and offered him the straw of the coffee. He scrunched his nose until the taste hit his tongue. "That's not fucking terrible." You nodded, taking another sip before you replied.

"Yea, this one was yours."

"The fuck? Where's yours?"

"I said I was waiting forever. I got thirsty." You jumped out of the way when he lunged for it. You skipped ahead, walking backwards, admiring the view you had of him. You weren't sure if it was that smile of his or the coffee that was giving you that fluttery sort of feeling.

"You are about to get so annoying, aren't ya?" You sucked down the rest of his coffee before tossing it into the trash can beside you. You waited a moment for him to catch up. He stopped, leaving no space between you. You tilted your face up to look into his red eyes.

"I'm never annoying." He grunted and leaned down to claim the kiss you offered. He pulled away from you with a suspiciously shitty grin.

"You're never the most annoying." He flicked your forehead. "Come on, beautiful. You're makin' us late." He turned you around and nudged you forward, laughing as you argued back.

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This part of the Cute as hell Collection overlaps with the Todoroki Confession mini-series.

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