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usedtobeguest123 · 5 months

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My grandma passed away this last week. She was the matriarch of my family, raising a brood of boys on her own in a new country, and the life I have now I owe to her dedication and sacrifice. She is part of why the character of Abuela resonates so strongly with me, not because of their similarities in character, but because of how meaningful it was to see a story like hers represented in a beautiful, celebrated way in mainstream media.

I'll miss her dearly.

I was going through my unused writing snippets and I found this old one I had started for Encantober "Grief" and never finished. I polished it up a bit and offer it up now in my Abuela's honor. It's inspired by this Twitter-posted poem that resonated with so many people. While I know that there's so much more to the everlasting life after this one, this poem speaks such beauty and childlike peace into that transition, and I adore it for that.

Also, for some reason, I always thought that when the time came for Abuela to pass on, Camilo in particular would have a hard time letting go. Let it in, let it out, let it rain, let it snow, let it go, and all that. He seemed a fitting recipient for this, and also someone likely to ask an uncomfortable question.

Love you Grandma; God bless you and keep you. I can't wait to see you in again in paradise ❤️

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It had been happening all. freaking. day.

He’d turn the corner, see a cup or a flower or a damn leaf that somehow reminded him and poof, he’d be someone else. Papi. Dolores. Luisa—a mess of people in quick succession. Thank God he’d managed to keep from changing into her. He didn’t think he could deal with that. Ay, he didn’t think any of them could.

No one blamed him though. When Mirabel witnessed one of his involuntary shifts on his way to the kitchen that morning, she’d just looked at him with that sappy, stupid face she was always making and gave him a hug that maybe did help him feel a little better.

Papi had clapped him hard on the back, keeping a steadying hand on his shoulder as he shifted back down into his own skin. He'd nodded solemnly, giving him a gentle, encouraging lift under the chin.

Tía Julieta just gave him an extra helping at lunch, teary-eyed yet smiling warmly as always.

But it still sucked.

Dios why couldn’t he just get a grip? He felt so jumpy. Everything set him off. He snapped at Antonio when one of his coatis left cacas outside his room again. Even as he spoke he’d known his voice was a too harsh for the situation. He snapped Isabela, and for once she didn’t snap back. She just sent a tiny bloom of flowers settling into his shirt pocket, their stems only a little spikey. He even snapped at Casita when they both knew he'd just tripped on his own two feet.

But he made sure he was on his absolute best behavior around Mami. You want to talk about jumpy? He had nothing on her. Poor Ma.

He managed to hold it together through the rosary, and the next day at mass too, by some miracle. The ceremony was harder, but he pulled through. But then came the reception. Everyone was talking to him and hugging him and offering condolences and ay how many times can you say thank you, I know she's at peace with just the right sad smile before the words start to lose all meaning? Thank you thank you thankyouthankyo—

So. Phwooo. Here he was now, sneaking out of the reception to the back porch of Casita when no one was looking, just to try to fill his stale lungs with a little more air.

After he shut the door quietly behind him, giving a small pat to the wall in thanks to his accomplice Casita, he turned and was surprised to find he in fact was not alone. There, on the small step that led out to the back patio, was Tío Bruno, a rat of course sitting on his shoulder. Eck. Camilo felt a little shiver go down his back.

He considered turning around to find his own private place to brood, but something stopped him. After a moment, and a small nudge from the tiles beneath his feet, he quietly approached instead.

“Hey,” he said lamely.

“Oh!” Bruno startled, flailing comically, but recovered quickly. “Oh, h-hey there Milo.”

Guess I'm not the only one who’s jumpy.

“Do you mind if I…?” he gestured at the empty spot on the stairs next to his tío.

Bruno nodded rapidly, flapping at the spot with his hands and scooting over a minute amount that made absolutely no difference in available space. Camilo sat.

For a while, they didn’t say anything. The rat had disappeared from Tío Bruno’s shoulder to God knows where. They watched the leaves sway on the large gnarled tree that stood proudly behind Casita.

Man, how old was that thing? It had been there as long as he could remember. At some point, a planter had been built around it where Isabela grew a perpetual explosion of flowers, and a swing hung from one of its thicker branches, but he'd seen pictures of when the back porch had let out to just a field and a tree. Camilo found himself wondering if that old thing had always been there, or if it had come with their Miracle.

It looked ancient. The trunk was at least as wide as four humans, twisting and turning up toward the sky at a slight angle before giving way to countless branches, those branches breaking off on their own as well in seemingly infinite chaos. The canopy splayed out above the courtyard in a protective, verdant umbrella so lush that even in the rain, the area underneath often stayed dry. Down below, the roots wove in and out of the soil like great serpents surfacing for air, defying the boundaries of the neat planter and forever upending the level neatness of the patio.

Camilo couldn’t imagine it not being there. He just couldn’t imagine a world without its constant, unshakeable presence. Something heavy and gripping suddenly settled into his chest, and he swallowed hard.

After a moment, his traitorous mouth opened without being told to and he whispered out question so quietly he wasn't sure if Bruno would even hear him.

“What do you think it’s like?”

“Huh?”

“...dying.” Camilo swallowed again, but didn’t look at his uncle. “What do you think it’s like.”

“Oh.” Bruno’s voice was soft. To Camilo’s surprise, he didn’t fidget or squirm like usual. Instead, he seemed to sort of wilt. Camilo glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. He'd leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. He stared up toward the big tree too, but he didn’t seem to be really looking at anything.

It was quiet for so long, that Camilo considered cracking some kind of joke to cover his tracks.

What are you thinking anyway, tonto? he thought. Guy just lost his mom. You gonna drop a rock like that on him? He really did need to get a grip. He needed to break the tension, ease the mood.

“Well, it must not have been that bad if Abuela allowed it to happen,” he joked, his voice light, wry, and guarding. “I think even La Muerte herself would have layed off if Abuela had given her that one stern look she had, ya know?"

Camilo chuckled, but Bruno didn't laugh. He didn't respond at all. He was still looking at the tree with a distant expression. Camilo narrowed his eyes at him—it didn't even seem like he'd heard a thing.

“...Tío?”

At that, Bruno dropped his eyes down to look at his hands, woven together loosely between his bent knees. He tipped his palms up slightly as if he was looking for something there. He took a slow breath, and then he began to speak.

“When I was a kid,” he said, “a-a real little kid, we had this big party at Casita. You know how it goes. House full of people, everything is busy and bright and loud. I don't remember what it was for anymore, b-but the whole time I just was torn between wanting to not miss a minute of it all, but, but, but also trying to be on my best behavior, like I knew Ma would want, a-and also also trying look out for my sisters, who were doing fine by the way, definitely didn't need me looking out for them but—well, anyway.”

Bruno cleared his throat, and Camilo watched him curiously. He nodded for him to continue, and Bruno nodded back.

“A-anyway, I didn't make it through the whole night. I got tired, like kids do, a-and fell asleep in some corner of the courtyard, heh. Passed right out. And Ma—y-your abuela, she found me and picked me up.”

Bruno looked up then, turning to look at Camilo with a sad, crooked smile and an odd brightness in his eyes.

“She carried me upstairs to my room. I could still hear the party—laughter and singing and music and joy—just in the next room over, but in my room with Mamá it was all still and quiet and peaceful. When she tucked me in, she kissed my cheek, and she whispered, ‘You did well, mijo. You did well. I've got you now.’”

Bruno swallowed. “It…it all just felt so…so…safe,” he shrugged. “Like…relief, I guess. Contentment. Idaknow. I think….maybe, um, maybe dying is… something like that.”

The tight feeling was back in Camilo's chest, and he felt a tear streak down his face before he was even aware it was there. He blinked. Bruno looked down at his empty hands again. The air around them had grown cool, the sun now set. The sound of crickets hummed, and the gentle murmurs from the reception wafted out from the warmly lit windows of Casita. Camilo sniffed loudly.

“That doesn't sound so bad,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. Bruno nodded with a broken chuckle, and brought a sleeve up to wipe roughly at his own face.

“Yeah. It doesn't.”

Then, without warning, Camilo’s shoulders quaked, his breath hitching and more tears suddenly appearing as all the pent-up pressure of the day rose to the surface and broke free. He choked out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a cry. Bruno put an arm around him.

The wind blew gently through the branches of the tree, ruffling the leaves in a hushed lullaby. The ropes of the swing creaked sweetly along with it. And there on the porch, settled between the warm murmurs of the reception behind them and the cool peace of the star-filled night, after his breathing had slowed and his tears had been wiped dry, Camilo thought that maybe he could finally feel within him a measure of stillness.

#Encanto #Encanto one-shot #encanto fanfic #camilo madrigal #bruno madrigal #my writing #Encantober grief

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imauthicktic · 2 years

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Just read the Leo one and OHOHOHOHO love your style!! If it's ok, could I request an oneshot for dbd Wesker with a kinda new survivor reader who is very persistent. No matter how many times they die or get tunneled they always try to save everyone or try to give a hard time to Wesker (even if they dont really know how to do that yet) and the match where they finally manage to escape, but insteand of being mean they smile and say how well Wesker did before going back to the camp.

OMG thank youuuu <333

I've never followed Wesker much so I hope I did him some justice!! I've seen the movies but its been a while lol.

Anyways... Here's the short scenario I made for you!!

Made this a gender-neutral reader as well.

Description: the reader is super persistent in trying to help their friends and always manages to best Wesker.

Wesker x gn!reader

Again… again… and again. You constantly try to be one step ahead of Wesker during trials. He’s tired of you always managing to be out of reach even when you’re grabbing someone off a hook, you slip right between his fingers. He’s losing his patience and you never seem to grow tired of always playing the hero. He sees how often you take care of the other survivors and most of them return the favor, but there’s always the select few that are too much of a coward to help you when you do so much for them. If he didn’t find you so annoyingly admirable he would do his best to torture you outside of trials.

You were in your third consecutive trial at the moment and quite frankly you’re getting tired. You weren’t here for very long. Only recently being brought to this realm. You were always a caring person before the Entity grabbed you. You were a trauma nurse in the military before you were here. Being brought here didn’t change the way you care for others in the trial.

You were helping Adam with a generator when all of a sudden it exploded. You jumped back with a yelp. Going around the generator you grab Adam and start running.Hearing a scream in the distance and without a moment of hesitation you run towards it. “(Y/N), go ahead and grab them. I'm going to try and find another generator and fix it so we can get out of here.” Adam yelled behind you. You turned and waved your hand in acknowledgement and continued towards the scream. You turn the corner and see Jane on the hook. She sees you and sighs in relief and then winces the next second. “Thank god (Y/N), get me off this thing.” You quickly get to work and grab her off the hook.

Little did you know Wesker was waiting for you to grab her, giving him enough time to grab you once she runs off. His plan worked out a little too well, because here you were, in his grasp. “It’s about time I get my hands on you, rat.” Wesker spit out. You’re turned around in his grasp and you’re face-to-face with him. “Well… if it isn’t my favorite person.” You chuckle with a little tremble in your voice. He sneered and threw you over his shoulder. You’re kicking trying to get off. You always thought about what you would do if you were finally caught by him.

You thought he was a bit handsome and always wondered what was under those glasses of his… Looks like it’s time to find out. You pushed yourself up quickly and toppled over onto the ground. There was no way he was going to try and struggle with you. He can just grab you again. What he didn’t expect was for you to grab him by his shoulders and take him to the ground with you rolling on top of him with strength he didn’t know you possessed. You quickly grabbed his glasses and ran off with a giggle and a loud “Gotchya glasses.”

You heard the hatch open as you were running away at top speed. You dropped a palette, which you knew got Wesker as he nearly roared in anger. You kept pushing forward and as soon you saw the gate you powered through and pushed forward. You had to hurry, the gate was about to close… so close, you let out a little yell as you slide underneath the gate as it closes, just to look up and see Wesker on the other side. You stand up and put your hands up as you face him.

“Good run today, Wesker. You got my blood pumping in just the right way.” you wink. He has the smallest smirk on his face as you walk closer to the gate and look him in the eyes. You grab his glasses and reach over to put them back on his face. For some reason, he let you. Not before grabbing your wrist with a firm hand, his tentacles wrapping around your arm and gently poking your cheek. “I won’t let what happened today happen again, little mouse.” You gave a small laugh, “Sure thing, hot stuff.” He had already unwrapped himself from your arm and walked back into the fog.

You look forward to dealing with him again, you smiled and walked towards the survivors camp. Little did you know you are marked territory after that match.

I hope you liked it! Lmk what yall think!!

Requests are open!!

#Albert wesker #Albert wesker x reader #dbd x reader #resident evil x reader #dead by daylight x reader #wesker x reader

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credince--writes · 1 year

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Supper (Jitters Remastered)

Chapter 4 of the Jitters Remastered Book

Find it on AO3

Summary:

Jitters is a PMC brought onto the support 141 operations, much to the distaste of the 141 group of PMC's. As she is brought to her new home with the 141, the tension can be cut with a knife. The question is, will she be able to grow roots here?

Three sharp knocks against her door broke her out of her momentary trance.

At least she thought it was just a moment. She didn’t really determinehow long she had been in her bathroom staring at her reflection in the mirror, oogling herself to once again remind herself that yes, she was just a person- and people need to brush their teeth too.

It was kind of like staring back at a person you couldn’t recognize. Having a second skin slapped on top of your own in a way that didn’t sit right. A poorly taxidermied rat, it made her want to pick at the corners and peel back the flesh and see what was actually underneath.

Or if this was what she’d become now.

She didn’t look too different- no, maybe even looking a little better? She’d been eating actual meals, and getting a minuscule amount more of sleep.

She just felt wrong.

Sighing, she sagged her shoulders forward until she felt something pop in her back and huffed out in relief. Pushing off of the sink and heading to her door to answer before whoever was waiting knocked again.

Opening her door, she was met with Gaz. Eagerly shifting back and forth on his feet, tilting his head down to look down at her. It was silent- her opening the door and giving him a questioning raise of her eyebrows. When he didn’t speak then, she opened her mouth only to be interrupted by the other man.

"We need small hands." He stated. Like that wasn't something out of the left fucking field.

"Don't look so eager about it Gaz, gonna start making me feel dirty." Jitters sighed, but adding the right amount of snark to her words as if he had offended her. Lifting her hands up and wiggling her fingers at him.

He faltered for a moment, as if the thought hadn’t fully processed before laughing. "That's foul."

"You're the one that slithered up to my door- 'knock knock knock' Jitters- we need your small, supple hands." She started to mock. It was testing the waters really- Gaz out of all of them had been the most welcoming to her. The one she felt like she could even get the little jabs in with. All of the others were bascially off of the table- Gaz had been one of the only primary and conistent presences in her life since moving to the new base. Wether he be lingering around in the background on his free time pestering her while she did some work in her office, reminding her of meals- sometimes even inviting her to come play cards.

Maybe he’d done it out of pity, she wsnt entirely sure.

But he’d become some kind of friend to her.

Gaz groaned. "God, forget I even asked. I’ll just go get someone else…" He sighed dramatically, taking a step back and taking a long, exageratted step forward. “I wonder where I will find such a person….”

“Stop being so dramatic.” She cracks a smile, a light chuckle leaving her lips as she followed after him.

Gaz cheered in some kind of victory, throwing an arm over her shoulder and leading her back out to the garage.

It was quite a sight she was met with, she'd agree.

Ghost was seemingly pinned to the ground, arm awkwardly pushed up into the engine bay of a truck. Soap was standing on the bumper, hood open, and trying to coach him through trying to reach something. Soap trying to search for something from above, and the Lieutenant searching from below.

"Hey guys, I got the goods," Gaz called out, Soap turned his head, giving a short nod and hopping off of the bumper.

"What'cha lookin' for?" Jitters asks, walking up to the truck and .

"Gaz dropped a gun into the engine bay." Ghost gruffed out from below, the irritation evident in the clipped ends of his words as he let out a grunt, sliding to the side under the truck.

"And Soap dropped a wrench." Gaz protested.

Ghost and Soap began to bicker- going back and forth about why a loaded handgun was in the engine bay in the first place, to which Soap simply responded 'well Gaz needed one, if there were any rats.'

"So why am I here?" Jitters asked, leaning over the bumper and trying to look into the engine bay.

"We think you can get your little woman fingers in here." Gaz said.

"Little woman fingers." Jitters snorted. "You know where my 'little woman fingers' could fit Gaz?”

“In the engine bay, i’m hoping.” He snarked back.

“They could fit right up your fucking ass." She shoots back, climbing up onto the bumper of the truck and pulling herself into the engine bay. "Soft and supple hands." She mutters under her breath, leaning forward and trying to balance herself on the edge as she leans over and stards to look.again. "Where is it?" She asks.

"Right there." Soap points a flashlight at it.

"I'm stuck." Ghost states.

For a moment Jitters wanted to just sit back and laugh so hard she would start crying. She sheer dysfunction of it all- the chaos of this entire debacle. Why? Why was she even doing this?

She takes a deep breath. "I can see that. You're bleeding." Putting her hands out, grabbing the sidewall of the engine bay, and ducking down. Stretching her arm out and maneuvering around the miscellaneous components. "I see it." She responded. "Ghost, you're like- hooked up onto one of the brackets."

"Yes. Great observation." He responds.

"Ok- No need to be a prick." She responds, shifting and sliding her hips across the front end of the truck to change her position to grip the sleeve of his shirt and pull it to the side so it can unhook. "Ok, you're good." He pulled his arm out, rolled out from under the truck, and watched her monkey across the front to try and grab it. She leans down, reaching her arm down and fingers barely brushing up against the cold metal edge of gunmetal.

"Wait- get back under the truck I can't reach it." She peeks over the edge, to see him crouching and slowly standing up.

Ghost (begrudgingly) moved back under the truck, reaching his arm up.

"Cold."

He moved again.

"Colder."

He grunted in response, moving his hand in the opposite direction.

"Hot."

"Hotter"

"No- Colder."

"Warmer"

"Really hot"

"Shit. Cold."

"Jitters." Ghost seethed out. "Temperature is not direction."

"Fine." She sighed. "About five inches to the left and up. Then push it up and I can reach it."

He pushed his hand up, making contact with the slide of the handgun. Jitters grasped hold of the handle of it, lifting it out and holding it out behind her to Soap for him to grab.

"Ok. Now can you get the wrench?"

"No, you've used the maximum small hand benefits for the day." She quipped back to Soap.

He huffed, pointing his flashlight to the shiny metal wrench that had caught itself in a particularly slim spot. Pushing herself forward, knees anchoring onto the front of the truck to hold her in place she was able to secure the wrench in her hands

Sliding out, wrench in hand, she spun around and handed it to Soap. "What are you working on anyways? I thought you guys had mechanics do this stuff for you."

"Sometimes I like to do it myself, when we have time." He responded simply. "It's leaking coolant somewhere."

"Probably because the valve coming out of the radiator is broken as shit."

"Is it?"

"Look."

"I can't look from up here-"

"Because you're head's too fat or you're scared to mess up your hair?" She joked.

"Because I've been checking everywhere else- I haven't gotten there yet."

Soap gets off of the bumper and slides under the truck, getting up close to look at the underside of the radiator.

"Radiators cracked too." He states.

"Sounds like you wasted a lot of time looking at the wrong places."

"I'm gonna put you in the wrong place if you don't shut it."

"You'd be better off just replacing the radiator." She turns back to the topic at hand.

"And how would you know?" He replies, grunting as he slid under the truck to look at a few other things.

"When I was in college my roomies radiator cracked, bascially in the same exact spot and it couldn’t be fixed.”" She starts.

"And that is relevant how?." Soap questions.

"Well I just kind of assumed that it would be the same kind of deal. Usually things like that when they break on a seam? Yea I think it was a seam where it broke, at least thats where the mechanic guy said it broke when he showed us-.”-"

"You know it's annoying to get jabbered at while working?" Soap cut her off.

She paused, the grip on the metal of the truck clenching tighter as she pursed her lips. Was she really that in the wrong to try and be friendly? She was going to be here for the forseeable future- and she knew that they weren’t going to warm up to her immediatley.

But the man named Ghost had been more courteous and she couldn’t help but feel a little burnt at his actions.

Has she done anything to warrant this?

She was trying.

She leaned over and crossed her arms, looking down at him through a gap in the engine bay. "You know, if I didn't know any better I'd think you didn't like me very much."

"I don't." He bluntly replies, gripping a hose and pulling on it.

"Well, why not? I've been nothing but nice to you, I even saved your asses, it's not like I'm not trustworthy." It was justification enough for her- she had saved the shirts off of their backs on that first op with Miles. Without them they all very well could’ve been KIA. And she didn’t need to do it- she didn’t need to go above and beyond for some random men she had never met and specifically for one that had never done anything but give her a cold shoulder.

He didn't respond for a while, the odd sound of rubber being shimmies or plastic creaking- a clink against metal.

"Go get Gaz." He said.

"Why? I'm right here if you need help." She bit back, nearly defensive at the thought that her presence wasn’t enough for him. She had proven herself to be good enough more than once- even helping him now. A willing participant to help and he was treating her like a shady scumbag.

"I need someone to pull the fan out with me. Someone who won't drop it on my head."

"Do you not trust me enough to do a simple task Soap, are you kidding me?" She questions, voice raising slightly.

"No. I don't." He snaps at her. "I don't trust you. And stop calling me Soap. It's Sargeant MacTavish- Soap is for teammates. People who have earned my respect, trust, and friendship get to call me that, not a little brat Price decided to onboard."

She falters for a moment.

"oh." her voice shrunk down in size.

She hopped off of the truck, looking back at him before responding in a light, quaky tone.

"Sorry you feel that way."

She turned and left, walking to her room where she'd lock the door, then lock herself in her bathroom. Soap's head lulled and turned to the side, watching her walk away. There was a slight pang in his chest. Like a kicked puppy, that's what she reminded him of.

It wasn't his fault, no.

He just, simply couldn't trust her.

And he wasn't willing to open himself up to get hurt in the same way again.

In his mind, he reasoned that she didn't really even belong there.

She wasn't a soldier.

He didn't even know what she was.

He didn't know anything about her- didn't even know her name and she just about clung to him. There was nothing to trust.

"Flip it now MacTavish."

"Copy."

"Lights will be down for roughly 45 seconds. You need to move now you too. Price plug in now."

"Copy."

"Established."

"Alright, the security system is resetting. Clear, for now, finish that download and get the fuck out of there."

...

That night, Jitters wasn't there for dinner. Soap had already cooked, sat, and started eating along with Price, by the time Gaz had come in to get his plate he was looking curiously at the table.

"Where is Jitters?"

"Not sure." Price said, shrugging his shoulders. Turning back to his food and eating quickly.

"Don't know." Soap responded.

"She's not normally late for grub." Gaz says, shooting Soap a questionable glance. "You know, I haven't seen her all day."

"Maybe she's busy." Price reasoned.

"I'll go check up." Gaz said, setting his plate down, leaving the room, and walking down the hallway.

When he came to Jitter's door he knocked, waiting for her response. Jitters opened the door, she looked up at him, but something was off. It wasn't the same little shit-eating grin he had seen this morning. It was more recluse. Forced.

"What's up?" She asked, leaning against the door frame.

"Dinner's ready, were you coming?" He asked.

"No... Thanks though I'm not really hungry." She gives him a smile. "Thanks for the offer though."

"You sure?" Gaz asks again, something was wrong in this scenario. He wasn't stupid, he just played along with it rather than demanding a response to further upset her.

"Yea. Thanks, Gaz." She responded, closing the door.

...

Being a tight-knit team has its benefits, but it also has its distinct pitfalls.

When a team is so close, they are able to read each other like a book, even Ghost had small queues, the way his voice shifted, his gaze, how his shoulders sat. Price was the hardest to read, the experience behind his gaze. It's also why no one liked to play poker with him.

But Soap?

The man was an open book.

He could keep his eyes down and avoid contact for only so long. But when Gaz and Price noticed the Scott had yet to make some kind of shitty joke for the entirety of dinner, they made eye contact.

Soap did something,

and he was radiating guilt.

Both Price, and Gaz's eyes landed on Soap. He must've felt it because he set his fork down on his plate.

"So." Gaz broke the silence.

Soap didn't respond.

Price sighed.

"What'd you do?" Gaz asked.

"I didn't do anythin'." Soap responded.

"Even looked like she had been crying." Gaz added. He leaned back in his chair, letting out a light ‘tsk’. Out of the three men at the table, Gaz could play Soap like a fiddle. A hairline fracture in his justification was enough for Gaz to break down to dust.

But this?

It was a big, gaping hole.

He was painting on the guilt, he was.

"Never took you as the unreasonable asshole, thought Ghost took that title." Gaz comments again.

He knew he was getting under his skin.

It's what he wanted.

"It's not unreasonable." Soap finally replies.

Price finally piped in, always the quiet mediatior in their spits. "She doesn't know that." Price says, continuing to eat.

"Why should she know?" He asks.

"Because she is on your team, now, Sergeant." Price's voice was calm. But he emphasizes his words. Soap was in trouble, he knew it. He'd rather be yelled at, it was as if his father was chastizing him in front of his grandparent as they sat at the dinner table. He felt like a naughty child who had done something horrible- but he felt as if he was justified.

How could he just be ok with this?

The last thing he wanted on this team was a contractor.

One with a very limited background made it all even worse.

He didn’t care she had come straight from Laswell-

He didn’t think he could deal with a betrayal like that again.

"So fix it, or I will." Price finished.

...

Two days later, after Soap had spent some time wallowing, he made his way up to her door. He’d grumbled and groaned the entire time alone in his room trying to figure out how he could do this- how he could shove down his feelings and just deal.

He’d be fine, normally. He could shove everything deep down inside and let it rot away inside until he could let it out in a ‘healthier’ way. At least whatever way he deemed fit at the time.

But this?

It still felt raw.

He felt on edge around her- and maybe it was a baseless fear.

But for some reason whenever he was around her the scarred over bullethole in his shoulder ached.

He hesitated for a moment, lifting his hand up and knocking.

He heard some shuffling around before the door opened.

"Um..." Jitters visibly faltered when she saw Soap at the door, as if she were expecting to see someone else. Excited to open the door untl she relaized it was him behind it. "Sargeant MacTavish... What brings you by?" She asked.

"I am... uh, going through one of the old storage containers. There's usually some cool stuff in them if you'd like to help."

It was an offer she wasn't expecting.

It was an olive branch.

One Soap could offer.

"Are you sure? Is Gaz busy or something?"

"No."

"Oh."

"You gonna come?" He asked.

"Yea... Let me find my shoes." She left the door open, rifling around her room.

"Fuck." She mumbled.

She found them- in the bathroom. Weird spot.

Soap led the way, taking her outside and leading her down the tarmac to a hanger. Behind the hanger was a line of containers.

With a grunt, Soap popped the handle open and pulled open one of the container doors. Filing through the shit in the container was easy enough- they weren't actually cleaning up. Apparently, Soap was known for making little 'projects' much to Price's dismay. It usually ended in smoke, spilled oil, and every once in a while a pretty big fire.

They worked in comfortable silence, every once and a while mentioning something cool they found.

"I'm sorry." Jitters said at one point.

"Don't apologize."

"Why?"

"There isn't anythin' to apologize for. I was being a right stoter."

"Uh-"

"Idiot. I meant idiot."

"Ok- hey- look at this!" She called from behind a shelf.

Moving over to her, she was pulling a dirt bike out.

"Looks a bit peely-wally don't ya think?"

"These bad boys-" She grunted, yanking on its handle. "Are the only tactical dirt bike on the American market- 450cc's of badassery is what it is.”

“How do you know what tha hell it is?” He asked.

“I…” She akwardly rubs her hand behind her neck. “I saw it on TikTok once.”

Soap huffed in amusement. "Move and I'll pull it out for ya'."

Jitters moved to the side, allowing Soap to come in and pull the bike out. Pushing it out of the entrance and onto the pavement.

"You think it starts?"

"Only one way to find out." He responds.

To sum it up, it didn't start.

So, rather than sit and tinker with it they two pushed it back to the garage where they were met with a confused Price, and a stoic Ghost- so a normal Friday.

"Where'd you find that damn thing?" Price asked.

"In a container." Jitters replied happily, pushing on one of the handles even if it was Soap doing the majority of the work.

Price groaned, going back to whatever he was doing with Ghost.

"Is the fuel line switched on?" Jitters asked.

"No- shit." He kneeled down, twisting a switch on the underside of the bike. "Try now."

Once again, no dice.

They spent the next twenty minutes trying the source of the problem.

"Get on the bike and try and start it now." Soap said.

She climbed onto the bike, attempting to kickstart it. Pushing her foot down and being met with the resistance the bike held. Putting all of her weight into it, it swung down, attempting to turn over and not starting.

"Put your weight into it." He said, amusement filling his voice.

"I am." She complained, trying again. "I think it's broken. You can't get it to start."

"Bump start the bloody thing." Price walked over, watching the two struggle.

"Not a bad idea, cap." Soap agreed.

"We don't have a hill." Jitters said.

"Soap'll push you." Price offered for the man, crossing his arms across his chest and keeping an amused glance trained on the two of them.

She got ready, moving her foot and preparing to let the clutch out. Soap began to push the bike, lifting her entire body off of the seat and letting out the clutch, pressing on the gas the bike sputtered to life.

To keep it moving (and to not fall) she gave it some gas, motoring into a circle before speeding off, Soap following.

"They're getting along." Ghost commented, walking up to Price.

"Thought they would. They'll be like two peas in a pod- setting fire and disorderly actions alike."

"Glad I'll be relieved of that duty, then." Ghost dully jokes.

"You'll be out there scraping them off the pavement instead."

"How kind of you."

....

"Give eet the juice!" Jitters yelled, they had swapped spots a while ago, and Soap revved the bike, charging forward and letting out a cackle.

Well, he did give it the juice.

And he also gave it the brakes, way to hard.

Throwing the bike up onto its front wheel, and throwing Soap clear off of his seat and onto the pavement.

The road rash bloomed on his skin while the bike flopped over, sputtering.

"Sargeant!" Jitters called out, running up to him.

"The bike- put it upright" He wheezed out, the blood already starting to weep out of the torn skin on his forearms.

She turned quickly, struggling to force the bike upwards, pulling out the kickstand and turning it off. Then rushing over to Soap who was rolling to his side and inspecting his raw forearms.

"This is why you wear protective gear." He jokes, wincing at the feeling of blood weep through his skin, wincing as he touched it rolling over onto his side and letting out a groan.

"Sergeant-"

"Soap."

"Huh?"

"Call me Soap, kid. You're making me feel old." He groaned, laying flat on his back.

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eric-the-bmo · 5 months

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Neighborhood Watch S3ep6: So I Moved In With An Axe Murderer

WE'RE BACK BABY! HOO BOY DID A LOT HAPPEN. OH MY GOD.

[Last we left off, the Main Cast (and Lestat) had explored the basement of the casino to find they were using people from town for... something. Also, they met a devil. They're currently in a safehouse with Kenneth, Gerald, and Grayson, but John and Markus received a text from Shelby asking for help.] @gr3y-plays-ttrpgs @kentuckycaverats

[Summary: Song learns more about her mother as we decide to do something about the casino, while the rest of the Cast heads outside of the safehouse to help Shelby. We learn she has some secrets.]

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Emergency lights flicker on in the safehouse- Kenneth, meanwhile, is both panicking and totally stoked that this is happening. Louis grabs him by the shoulders and tells him to chill out, and due to Uncontrollable Clairvoyance, Kenneth gets some visions and decides to walk away. Gerald grabs some wine for if the Main Cast wants it, and Grayson tells us some lore about Song's mother.

He explains her met Melody via an arranged marriage between two rival families, and while she had her hobbies in the occult, they got along- but she began to take long trips and invite people over, only for them to never appear again. Grayson states she went too far trying to bring Song into whatever she was doing and decided to put his foot down. While he doesn't know her goals, he knows they're much too ambitious for a mortal- he's seen some of her notes (there's something about a prophecy). Grayson had gathered artifacts and knowledge of rituals to keep Melody away from him and Song & so that she wouldn't be able to get the aforementioned items for her own gain- though with outside help (like the devil we met earlier), she'd be able to break through Grayson's wards tofinally interact with her daughter.

Grayson says he never would've accepted this security job if he knew she was here, and while he has no knowledge about the strange hypnosis the townspeople were under, Kenneth returns with a charcuterie board to tell us he might have some info- during the day at the casino he was taken to the security room and told to drink some of the water he was given; he later came to his senses when he wasn't supposed to, and the guards had tossed him into a basement cell. The Cast agrees to save the townspeople and hey, maybe we can burn the casino down who knows! But it'll be hard to sneak it again/get more info now that Melody most likely knows Song is back with Grayson, whose security team might be compromised. Markus reveals to Grayson that they have bug abilities; He tells them he's seen worse.

["You're touched by Nature, I've met a few of you before. Have you seen the guy that can control worms?"] (Cue Markus mentioning William the rat guy, and a conversation of "can he summon them or is he essentially a bunch of rats in a trench coat?")

Markus tells us they can't entirely see through their bugs, more like sense things through them, and so far there's no radius to how far out they can send their bugs- they can be good for scouting out the casino again, when we can get out of the safehouse. Gerald confirms we can last up to three days in here, btw. (Kenneth's been staring at Markus since this is the first time he's seen their bug features (the holes in their skin, the compound eyes), and Markus threatens him to keep it a secret.)

Back to the topic, Song makes a group chat for this Casino Heist 2.0, while Gerald and Grayson go "hey we can't do this now, even sending out some scout bugs can compromise this haven's protection."

["Oh, speaking of protection-"] Song asks John how Shelby's doing. He wants to leave the safehouse to go help her, but apparently aside from the metal outside, there's also magical wards that take a While to be set up again if deactivated. Song offers to set them back up again.

John makes direct eye contact with Grayson and lets him know Shelby's important to him, and so we're given an hour before Song finishes the wards. John doesn't want Shelby to see him kill Harold, so Markus offers to get her away, and to also send some of their bugs with John just in case. John also doesn't want Markus to see it either and they're like "if that makes you feel better, sure, but I've seen what you are and it doesn't scare me," and it's really sweet and they hug. ["...okay," Markus says after a while. "we should stop before this gets any longer, it's getting a bit gay now." (Cue a silly yet in-character conversation with the Main Cast joking about how them hugging isnt the gayest thing here- Louis and Lestat are literally dating- and John casually being like "yeah I don't entirely identify as a man tbh")]

Song tells the two cryptids to call her if they need any help (Harold might be supernatural, who knows), and they exit the safehouse. Louis offers to help Song with the ward rituals despite being Just A Guy, and Lestat invites Song's father to their Monday brunch event. One of them mentions Emmett, which is currently an AI, and Song and Louis are like "ohh yeah uh. he's kinda busy he can't make it" (we need to go check on him, it's been a Month since we've heard from this guy). ---

With Markus's bugs we determine Shelby and Harold are in the Doe-Water house, and John is all sharp edges as we open the door. Shelby and Harold are on the living room couch- Harold, who's suspiciously calm about all this, has his arm around her, and while she looks visibly uncomfortable, she declines when Markus is all "hey do you wanna come over to my house, i got a new type of bug." Markus senses there's something keeping her here- blackmail or a threat, perhaps?

Harold introduces himself as Shelby's new boyfriend(!?!?!), and John is being so brave for not immediately slaughtering the man right then and there; The energy is palpable as John goes "Yes... I believe we've met before," and shakes his hand a bit Too Hard. Harold says he vaguely remembers meeting him a month ago, and also mentions his katanas; he's got them with him on a belt loop thing.

Harold tells Shelby to leave for a bit so "the men can talk" or whatever, and she hurries off to her room and locks the door. Markus leaves the house and goes around the to look through Shelby's window to see what she's doing- She's going through her closet for something, and if she hears Markus tapping on her window she's ignoring it- But then Markus's sister catches them doing this through the window of their house and is like "dude i know you might have a crush on her but what the FUCK are you doing?!" Markus tries to dissuade her like "no ok listen it's okay bc she's in danger, there's supernatural stuff at play, go back to bed I'm taking care of this," but this doesn't help at all and they continue to bicker. ---

John invites Harold outside so the man can demonstrate some sword tricks; and Luck is on his side as Harold agrees, even offering to teach John some tricks and be his pupil. The entire time he's demonstrating his sword tricks (and he's not the best at it), John is digging his claws into his skin. Once that's done, John offers to show Harold some of his own tricks. He agrees. John makes eye contact with Harold and grins, more akin to an animal baring its teeth, and lunges. He starts to drag Harold to the woods behind their house by the ankle with his teeth and hands- meanwhile, Song watches from the safehouse window almost approvingly. Louis sees this and decides to follow John, just in case.

Harold sees Louis approach and begs for help, but our Crooked hunter just taunts him. John's too busy to notice Louis's there, and in fact he starts to shift into almost a bird creature; his claws are more talon-like, with some feathers growing from his skin.

Harold tries to plead for his life- if he dies, they won't know what Shelby's been hiding! John pauses upon hearing her name, and Harold tries to use the fact he has dirt on her as leverage for his life- Louis threatens him by cutting off one of his fingers with his pocketknife & making him tell us what he knows. Harold says he thought Shelby had looked familiar when they first met, so he managed to dig up some newspapers she had been trying to cover up.

["She tried so hard to run away from where she came from. Her name's not even Shelby!"]

Louis is satisfied with this and walks away, leaving the two men alone in the woods. John decides it's not his business to know Shelby's past, so the next time Harold tries to speak he rips out his throat, and our Monstrous Hunter eats him down to the bones. It's the first proper meal he's had in ages, and he's never felt better.

John staggers upright, eyes reflecting whatever light is in the woods, and starts to stalk back towards the suburb. ---

Meanwhile, Louis enters the Doe-Water household to check in on Shelby, who's still locked in her bedroom. ["Hey... Not-Shelby... We know. It's not a big deal. We've all done worse."]

....Silence.

Louis continues; he doesn't mean to put her on the spot, at the very least she can trust John and, hopefully, him as well. (Still nothing). He means her no harm, but warns her that while he quite literally has blood on his hands, just in case she decides to come out.

The lock clicks. Slowly, the door creeps open- but Louis barely has any time to react as Shelby swings at him with an axe!

Notes/Commentary:

Hey can we talk about how all of this is happening at like 2am

Obsessed with John's eye contact and how it ties into that whole "wolves making eye contact to establish dominance" thing. My hands were Actually shaking the whole time I was so excited for him to finally kill that man.

It's so funny how John and Louis's most Iconic s1 interaction was "i dont understand how you're so disregarding of human life what's wrong with you" and now they've tortured a man together in the woods ⭐

My god we forgot about the ants. They've got the command of "help John with anything he attacks" and uh. hey?? This might be an issue at the moment-

Melody's notes including dark magic stuff, including blood, living sacrifices, and torture

One of my theories is that she's going to try and sacrifice Song. Have we thought of this.

I'm choosing to believe that the axe Shelby had hidden in her closet was the same axe John used to fight the plant monster in s3

On that topic: SHELBY WITH AN AXE???!?! I'm so thrilled that's canon, I drew Axe Shelby about a year ago! Maybe I should redraw it,,,,

(hey girl why did you have an AXE IN YOUR CLOSET???)

Obsessed with John and Shelby's dynamic like yeah they both met each other on the worst night of their lives and decided to leave their pasts behind and will kill in order to keep it a secret, and Yes both of them are gonna find out anyway

John levelled up! His claws now ignore some armor ⭐

My personal theory is that Shelby had an awful ex, killed them, and fled the state before ending up in Greenville. I guess I'll see what happens then in two weeks!

#eric finally speaks #the neighborhood watch #motw campaign

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galpalaven · 2 years

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black ice

Winter is creeping up on us here in the Great White North, and I was so inspired by the latest chapter of @evertidings' when twilight strikes that I just had to write something. Rylan finds themself in a bit of a predicament one night as the chill of winter sets in, and the hunter is more than happy to give them a safe place to crash. when twilight strikes. rylan villanueva/theodora blackburn. 3200+ words

“Rylan, oh my god—”

“Relax, hunter, I’m fine—”

“It’s freezing rain, Ry, get in here.”

The nickname catches them off guard long enough that Theodora successfully manages to drag them through her front door by the lapels of their leather jacket, grumbling under her breath about the temperatures as she kicks the door shut behind them. They want to make some kind of quip when she shoves their jacket off of their shoulders, shaking out the snow and rain over her welcome mat, but the warmth of her apartment hits them harder than they’d been expecting. Their teeth start to chatter as the cold of their wet clothes really starts to seep into their bones.

Theodora practically sprints to the nearby closet, slamming it open to reveal piles of neatly folded towels. She grabs a beach towel with a cartoon crab on it and rushes back to their side, throwing it around their shoulders and chafing her hands up and down their arms to try and help dry them off.

“What the fuck were you doing out tonight?” she asks, hands slowing a little as they shiver in front of her. “It’s supposed to freeze over and snow like five inches by morning.”

They laugh through their chattering teeth, shrugging lightly. “D-Dunno. Thought I would s-surprise you.”

She fixes them with a flat look that tells them that she’s absolutely aware that they were not out to see her, that they had been out for hours before they decided that they really needed to get out of the rain, and that her place really had been the closest to them when they realized that they weren’t going to be able to walk back to their place and still keep all of their extremities intact.

“Right. I’ll just pretend that I believe that.”

They laugh again, nodding as they hug the towel around themself. “That’s fair.”

Theodora shakes her head with a sigh, but she doesn’t seem mad—just concerned. “Come on. Let’s get you out of those wet clothes. I’ll run you a hot bath and you can wear some of my workout clothes tonight to sleep in.”

Rylan blinks, innuendo dying in their throat at the end of her sentence. They tilt their head, watching her as she turns to go to where they know her bathroom is.

“Sleep in?”

She snorts, shooting them an incredulous look over her shoulder. “Did you think I was going to let you leave when it’s this cold out?”

Without waiting for them to reply, she just rolls her eyes and flicks the bathroom light on, disappearing into the room and leaving them standing helplessly in the foyer. They’re very aware of just how much like a drowned rat they look as they follow after her meekly a moment later. Their skin is starting to tingle as their circulation begins to get better, fingers and toes beginning to thaw in the warmth of the hunter’s apartment.

When they peek around the doorframe, she’s kneeling by the bath, hand stuck under the tap as she adjusts the temperature.

Something in their throat squeezes when she shoots them a smile, blowing a wayward curl out of her face with a huff.

“I’ll put it as hot as I can so it stays warm for a while. You’re free to use any of my products if you’d like to wash while you're here. Do you want a bubble bath?”

Rylan feels like they must have hit their head.

“A bubble bath?”

She hums, not looking at them as she plugs the tub and pushes herself back to her feet. “I have some that I use to help relax if you’d like.”

They’re quiet for a beat too long, because she looks over at them curiously, and then snorts, reaching for a bottle and tipping it to pour something into the tub. The smell of pomegranates fills the humid air of the bathroom, and bubbles begin to form as water rushes out of the faucet.

She walks back over, hands gentle on their arms as she scoots them over so she can slip out past them. “Feel free to sit by the tub and warm up while I go grab you something to wear tonight.”

She’s gone before they can manage a complete coherent thought, so they just do as she suggested and take a seat on the closed toilet seat. Her bathroom is clean, and the heat rising from the tub is sinking into their skin, loosening their tight muscles with each passing second. They can’t remember the last time that they were truly relaxed, but this is getting awfully close.

The next few minutes are a blur—at some point, Theodora returns with a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a hoodie. She tells them that she’ll put their clothes in the wash tonight and make sure they’re clean and dry for tomorrow, and then she leaves them to their bath.

The water hurts a bit as they sink into the bubbles, as their nearly numb limbs begin to thaw in the warmth of the water. It hurts, but it feels so good—they feel like they’ve been cold for months, and they groan softly as they recline against the back of the tub, letting their eyes flutter shut.

They have to fight the urge to sleep, forcing themself to wash instead of luxuriate when keeping their eyes open becomes a challenge. Sleep has been chasing them these past few weeks, and they’re not ready to succumb yet.

Rylan dresses themself in Theodora’s soft loungewear after they dry off, taking the time to pull a comb she left out for them through their hair after squeezing it as dry as they can with their towel. The breath they take as they look at themself in the mirror is deep and easy, which is something they haven’t had for a while.

When they open the bathroom door, the smell of cooking food hits them, and their eyes start to burn a little. It smells like bacon and eggs, and when they finally walk out into the living room, they find Theodora leaning against her counter, watching the pan she has on the stove.

She’d cooked for them.

They cough a little as they walk over to the counter, sliding into one of the stools as she turns to smile at them.

“I hope you don’t mind turkey bacon,” she says, crossing her arms as she leans against the counter as well. “I don’t eat pork, but if you think it tastes too bad I can keep some pork bacon in the freezer for you.”

The sheet suggestion of her buying food that she won’t even eat for them has their voice caught in their throat. A lot about what she’s done tonight has their voice caught in their throat.

About a minute too late, they manage to rasp, “You don’t have to do that.”

Theodora just laughs, plating the food on two plates she’d already set aside. She slides one across the counter to them, along with a fork and a bottle of water, and starts to pick at her own food with a shrug.

“I don’t mind to keep things around for you,” she says, shoveling some scrambled eggs into her mouth. “You always seem hungry when you come over. I’d like to keep things you like around for you.”

They bite into their food to give themself an excuse not to talk. They don’t trust their voice right now, sitting in her clothes with the sound of sleet hitting the windows, the smell of all her best smelling soaps wrapped around them.

It’s dark in her apartment. She’d only turned on the light above the stove and above the sink, so it’s still pleasantly dim and cozy as they eat in a mostly companionable silence. They’d expected her to ask questions about why they were out, but she apparently seems mostly content to just eat and enjoy the silence.

They aren’t sure what to make of her.

By all means, they shouldn’t even be sitting here right now. A bounty showing up at their hunter’s house in the dead of night looking for a warm place to wait out the rain shouldn’t even be a thing that entered their mind. They shouldn’t be here, eating her food that she cooked for them, wearing her clothes after having a bath in her tub.

They shouldn’t be here.

At all.

And yet here they are, warm and safe and so relaxed that they think they could fall asleep into their eggs.

Well, if they hadn’t inhaled the food anyway.

“Still hungry?” comes her voice after a moment, and they nearly startle at the sound of it.

They blink, and then shake their head, smiling to try and regain some of their control. “No. Thanks, though. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Mm.”

Theodora’s hum is the only answer they get as she gathers their plates and dumps them in the sink. They feel bad—feel like they should go ahead and do the dishes now to save her the trouble—but she just waved them off when she notices them watching.

“Don’t worry about it. They can wait until tomorrow. You must be exhausted after being out in the cold for god knows how long.”

There it is.

“What were you doing out, anyway?”

Rylan fidgets as she leans on the counter again, hazel eyes earnest and concerned as she props her head up with her hand. They fix their gaze on the chipped nail polish on their fingernails as they shrug and say, “Well, when you have a bounty on your head… it’s not always the hunters from your organization you have to worry about.”

“…someone has been bothering you at your place?”

They grin humorlessly. “I came home to find the entire place trashed a few days ago and I haven’t been back since.”

“Rylan…”

They don’t want to talk about it. They don’t even really want her to know, but they also hate lying to her. They don’t… they don’t know what they want.

Theodora’s hands come into their line of sight as she cups their hands in hers. That scares them into looking up at her again, mouth falling slack in surprise. She smiles at them. And for a moment, with the backlight of the stove light making her curls glow a bit on the ends, they think she looks something like an angel.

Her thumbs stroke back and forth over the back of their hands as she smiles softly at them, tilting her head and looking at them in such a tender way that their heart nearly stops in their chest.

“Why don’t you just stay with me for a bit?”

Their jaw nearly hits the countertop. Of all the things they expected her to say, that somehow hadn’t made the list.

“What?”

She grins, and they’re struggling not to get distracted by how pretty she is.

“Think about it—what safer place for you to stay than with me? The best hunter in New York?”

“Well, I don’t know. Probably the Bahamas, or anywhere else that isn’t in New York.”

She rolls her eyes, laughing when they smirk at her, but she nods regardless, eying the window as she says, “You have a point, but the offer stands. I like having you around. You’re always welcome here.”

They turn their hands so that they can squeeze hers in return, eyes fixed on their fingers instead of her face as they murmur, “For now, anyway.”

A beat—and then she snorts, laughing as she pulls away completely. They start to think they’ve finally brought her to her senses, but she just comes around to their side of the counter, grabbing them by their wrists to lead them towards the couch.

“You know,” she starts conversationally, walking backwards as she leads them to the living room, “for someone who is so good at reading people, you’re especially thick when it comes to reading me.”

Rylan lets her lead them, frowning and watching her smile at them until she pushes them lightly onto the couch (which already has a few big, fluffy blankets on it and a pillow at one end). She sits beside them, tucking one leg up under her as she props her head up with her hand, elbow resting on the back of the couch.

Rylan… doesn’t understand.

“What… what do you mean?”

Her smile doesn’t falter. “You really haven’t picked up on the fact that I have no plans to arrest you, have you?”

…

No. No, they most certainly haven’t.

“What?”

“I’m not going to arrest you, even after the two months are up.”

“What?”

Theodora just laughs, tilting her head and looking at them like they’re the cutest thing she’s ever seen. They don’t understand what she’s saying, and they don’t know what to do with this. They keep looking for the punchline, for the lie in what she’s said, but she just looks happy. Content.

They don’t understand.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she asks after a moment.

They swallow thickly, tongue dry. “A secret?”

She nods. “It’ll make all of this make sense, I think. It’s about why I became a hunter.”

They roll their eyes, looking away. “No offense, hunter, but I don’t really want to hear about the origin of your decision to hunt my kind for a living.”

“Oh, good lord,” she mumbles, and their lips twitch because they're pretty sure she’s rolling her eyes. “Just listen, alright? It’ll make sense.”

They just hum, turning to look at her again. She smiles at them before she sighs, looking at the windows as she begins her story.

“My parents were murdered.”

…oh.

She looks over at them out of the corner of her eye, smiling grimly at what must be realization on their face. Looking down at her nails, she explains further, “They were murdered by a serial killer. A Fae who had been killing people around Toronto where we used to live. The—the problem was that the serial killer who killed them was supposed to have been caught an entire week prior.”

Rylan frowns, tilting their head. “He’d been caught?”

She nods, eyes far away. “Mhm. They’d caught the wrong person, and because of that he was still free to—to torture my parents to death. It was—“ she cuts herself off, frowning and shaking her head. “It was gruesome. And it could have been prevented, I found out later. I looked into it and the hunters who framed the man that wasn’t the killer—they’d cut corners because they were sick of not having any answers for the public. Rather than do their jobs right, they decided they’d just pick someone and make it work.”

She takes a deep breath, sighing and rubbing at her eyes like she’s trying to rub the memory away.

“I decided that I was going to do something after that. I wanted to stop that happening to anyone else, so I went into casework. I thought working in the documents I’d be able to make sure that the hunters had all of the correct information.” She shrugs, shaking her head again. “It didn’t work very well, so when I got the offer to become a hunter myself, I thought at least I’d be able to make sure that I was making the best choice. That I could make sure that I had all the best information, and that I could be fair and just and do my job the best that I could. To protect not only the humans out there, but also supernaturals who might get framed for things just because someone was feeling lazy.”

Rylan’s throat is tight when she finally looks at them again.

“So, when you were insistent that it wasn’t you? I believed you. I have believed you for a while now. And I’m going to help you find the person that really did it, no matter how long it takes. I don’t care about the deadline. I don’t care what our records say. If I take you in, the real killer is still out there, and I refuse to live with any of that on my conscience. It’s just—not who I am.”

“Theodora…” Rylan hears themself rasp, and they don’t realize that they’re shaking until her hands find theirs in their lap. “I don’t know what to say.”

She laughs softly, reaching up to brush some of their hair out of their face. “You don’t have to say anything. Just—well, just stop saying that we’ll be enemies after we find Caine. We’re not enemies. I’m on your side.”

Her fingers brush their cheek, and it’s so hard to keep from leaning into the touch as her thumb follows the curve of their cheekbone. In the dark apartment, she seems to have gained a bit of courage, inching closer as she breathes, “I like you, Rylan.”

They laugh, and the sound is a little pathetic as they reach up to press her hand fully against their face, kissing her palm and delighting in the flutter of her pulse at the touch.

“I like you, too, Theodora.”

They smile at each other, giddy and flustered in the darkness, for a moment. They watch her eyes dart across their face, watch the softness in her eyes as she catalogues every little part of their face, until her gaze pauses on their lips. She hesitates there, thumb absently stroking across their skin as her tongue darts out to wet her own lips.

They know they’ll probably regret it in the morning, but after that whole spiel, there’s really nothing left for them to do but to lean in and finally give them both what they so desperately seem to want.

When Rylan kisses her, it feels like coming home.

She kisses them right back immediately, inhaling sharply as she does. When the kiss breaks for just a moment, they can feel her grin against them before she presses forward again.

They lose track of time as they sit there, trading soft, almost hesitant kisses in the dark. The spark of electricity that shoots across their skin when they deepen the kiss has the butterflies in their stomach swarming, Theodora’s hand sliding over their still-wet hair.

Rylan has kissed many people, and has been kissed by just as many, but somehow this kiss feels like a first. They feel nervous and excited all at once, and there’s a pliance to both of them as they follow each other that feels new and terrifying, but also so damn good that they never want it to end. If they could, they would happily sit right here on this couch, kissing Theodora for the rest of time.

Unfortunately, their body has other plans, and they have to pull away to yawn at one point. An apology is on the edge of their tongue before they’ve even finished, but Theodora just laughs, kissing at their jaw and smiling into their skin.

“You’re tired,” she murmurs, pulling away finally. They watch her plump, kiss swollen lips as she says, “I think it’s time for bed.”

“Does it have to be?” comes out of their mouth before they can stop it, though the relaxation and warmth that has seeped into their frame is dragging them further towards the land of dreams by the second.

She chuckles, curling her fingers under their chin as she leans in to kiss them one more time.

“Sleep, Rylan. We can kiss more tomorrow.”

“Promise?”

She laughs, and they chuckle with her.

“I promise.”

#my writing #rylan villanueva #when twilight strikes #theodora blackburn #rylan x hunter

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sirius-algol · 2 years

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Unexpected

Chapter 3: Galliard's Gang

Word Count: 3924

Summary: Having successfully made your first friend- well, say hello to everyone else

“I swear to god!” Porco exclaimed. You peered up at him before looking around. The designated meeting spot was empty, and you’d even arrived a few minutes late cause you had had trouble washing your dishes with your cast, taking longer than you had meant to. “Those assholes better be here, or I will personally-!”

“Woah, easy there, Pock!” A soft voice rang out. You could see Porco shudder at the nickname you’d just heard. Turning around, you saw a shorter, black haired girled who wore a sleepy smile on her face as she walked up to you. “Marcel dropped me off at the doors, he’s having trouble finding a parking spot.”

“Acceptable, I guess…” He huffed. “(Y/N), this is Pieck, Pieck this is (Y/N),” he explained, motioning between the two of you. “Pieck’s a childhood friend of mine and my brother’s girlfriend.”

“Pock’s talked about you a lot this past week or so,” Pieck revealed, ratting him out. “Been very excited to introduce you to everybody…” She shot Porco a smug smile. Before Porco could berate her, he was interrupted by three new people showing up. There was an immensely tall guy with dark hair and looked just about as shy as you are, and with him was a blond guy who was just a few inches shorter, but was broad shouldered and strong looking and then a shorter blonde girl that looked like she could kill you with a glare.

“Ah, you finally decided to show up,” Porco said flatly as they approached.

“Campus is hectic today,” the blond guy explained. He turned to you, a smile appearing on his face as he extended his hand towards you. “Ah! You must be who we’re all meeting! Name’s Reiner, Reiner Braun.”

You accepted his hand with a shy smile, his hand dwarfing yours.

“(Y/N) (L/N),” You told him. The taller guy introduced himself as Bertholdt Hoover, and the girl introduced herself as Annie Leonhart.

“So far, everyone here is people I’ve known since I was a kid,” Porco explained to you, which told you more people were coming (there was a slight twitch in Porco’s eyes at the tardiness of the others).

Your group sat down and began talking, allowing you to get to know them better. You sat down next to Porco as he was who you knew the best, but Pieck had plopped down on your other side, giving you a smile as you chatted.

Next, an even bigger group of people arrived: Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Ymir and Historia. Porco bit back his harsh comments as Armin apologized for the group.

“We got the rooms mixed up,” He apologized, revealing they hadn’t been late at all. You gave them all a shy wave.

“You didn’t think to text?” Porco grumbled at them, bouncing his leg.

“Pock….” Pieck grabbed his attention and he flicked his gaze over to her. She shot him a look and he took a deep breath, biting back any rude comments that had been on the tip of tongue, ready to fly out the moment anyone said something he deemed stupid.

“Hey, finally managed to grab a parking spot!” a voice called out. Turning your head, you saw Porco’s brother approaching.

“Took you long enough!” Porco teased. “How many times did you circle the lot?”

“Too many!” Marcel cried. He walked over to you and shot you a smile. “How’s your arm?”

“Better than it was, thank you,” You told him, an embarrassed blush creeping onto your cheeks. Last time you had met him, you had practically run away from him.

“Didn’t quite get to properly thank you for sitting with him while he was unconscious, so… thank you,” He told you before plopping down next to Pieck, an arm over her shoulders.

“Wait, you were with Porco at the hospital?” Sasha asked you, perking up. “We just got told that the shit got beat out of him!”

“O-Oh!” You found yourself startled by the others beginning to pay you attention. “Y-Yeah- actually, I’m kinda the reason he even went there in the first place… Some guys were trying to grab me, but he stepped in and got them to go away.”

“Woah, Porco! I didn’t know you could be so nice!” Connie teased before Jean hit him over the back of the head.

“Did you not miss the part where (Y/N) said she was nearly kidnapped by some creeps, idiot?” He chastised harshly.

As his friends began to bicker and talk amongst themselves, you felt Pieck shift next to you, your eyes flicking over to her right as she uncapped a sharpie and grabbed your broken arm. She rolled her eyes at Porco’s signature as she scribbled her own onto your cast. Marcel peered over her shoulder and a laugh burst from his lips.

“Porco, did you really have to sign it so big?!” He laughed, shooting his younger brother a suggestive look. Porco grew defiant.

“Hey, she had no other signatures and with such a big canvas, how could I not?” He defended, glancing down at your arm. Compared to how Porco signed, Pieck’s signature was quite petite and pretty, a nice flow to the letters with a small “get well” written alongside it.

Marcel popped up and grabbed the sharpie from Pieck and turned to you.

“Mind if I sign as well?” He asked. You shook your head.

“Not at all,” You said, offering your arm to him. He crouched down and also signed your cast, his handwriting similar too, but oddly messier than Porco’s (you’d assumed it would’ve been the other way around).

“Oh!!! Are we signing the cast?!?!” Sasha asked with delight.

“Oh! If we are, I’d also like to sign!” Historia chimed in. Soon, all of them were admitted that they’d sign your cast, leaving you flabbergasted. They all hardly knew you and they would want to do that for you? Porco gave you an encouraging nudge.

You gave them all a big nod and to make it easier, you moved to the floor, setting your arm on the coffee table as everyone took turns writing their names on your cast (which allowed you to solidly get names and faces down together).

Meanwhile, Porco pulled out his phone and was typing away.

“Alright, everyone, I’m making a group chat,” He announced. “(Y/N)’s in there. You know the drill. Sound off in chat so she gets all your numbers.”

Your phone buzzed next to you and you saw the initial message pop up- a not so flattering picture of Reiner with his chest photoshopped to be huge. A quietly frustrated “Really, man?” Left the blond’s lips under his breath and he texted his name into the chat.

Soon, your phone began blowing up with alerts as everyone began to text their names. You sat back on the couch and began the annoying task of entering everyone’s names into your phone, Porco watching over your shoulder as you vigorously typed away, which was taking longer than you usual due to your cast.

You heard a sigh next to you and Porco plucked your phone from your hands, picking up the task for you after having watched you struggle to effectively type. He finished the task much quicker than you would have and handed you back the phone, and you stifled a snort as you discovered all the emojis he added to people’s names (such as an angel for Historia, a horse for Jean, and a seagull for Eren?).

You texted back to the group chat with a gif of a fat bear waving, along with your full name in case anyone was confused on how to spell it.

“Everyone got that?” Porco asked. Everyone gave him a thumbs up and he muttered a “mission accomplished” under his breath, causing you to let out a small giggle.

The day went on and you began to learn more and more about this group and their dynamics.

Armin, Eren and Mikasa were childhood friends, similar to the situation that Porco, Marcel and Pieck were in, all growing up in the same neighborhood. Porco and his group met Reiner, Annie and Bertholdt in preschool, where they ended up going on to the same middle school, high school and college. Eren’s group met Sasha, Connie, Jean, Historia and Ymir in high school, but as it turns out, Ymir went to elementary and middle school with Porco’s group, just never interested with them.

Jean and Eren had a rivalry that turned more playful with time, but Porco also seemed to have a bit of a rivalry with Eren, as they were both on the soccer team (giving a sense of comradery between him and Jean). Porco’s main rivalry(?) appeared to be with Reiner however (even though it seems to be one sided), with Porco seemingly constantly annoyed and teasing of the buff blonde, but you could only assume that deep down they were actually friends.

Historia and Ymir were girlfriends, and Connie and Sasha, who you originally thought were dating, were just in fact two people who seemed to share a brain cell, Sasha mentioning to you that you needed to try her boyfriend’s cooking sometime as he was going through culinary school.

Everyone seemed to know each other and you were, in fact, the only true newbie to the group.

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As the day went on, everyone slowly began to filter out slowly, waving goodbye to you as they left. Soon enough, Porco nudged you.

“Wanna grab some grub with us?” He asked, motioning towards Pieck and Marcel.

“O-Only if it’s okay,” You told him. “I’m open for the rest of the night.”

“What are we thinking?” Porco asked the others.

“I was thinking about pizza and watching a movie,” Marcel admitted. “But that involved heading back to our place- not sure if you’d want to do that, (Y/N).”

“O-Oh, if you don’t want me at your place-”

“Nonsense! If you want to tag along, tag along!” Porco encouraged you.

“They have a ton of movies,” Pieck added. “I’m sure the boys would let you pick the movie too. Guest of honor’s choice.”

“No pressure, by the way, if you don’t want to go, you don’t have to,” Marcel assured you. “Chill hang out with pizza, booze if you want it, and a movie, and Porco will drive you home, unless you decide you want to crash on the couch, that’s always an option.”

“I-If you’ll have me!” You admitted. “You guys are fun! And super nice….”

“Well- Maybe not Porco,” Marcel teased, but you shook your head.

“Thanks for reminding me- you’re brother is super nice- at least to me, that is. Wouldn’t even let me pay for my own coffee!” Porco rolled his eyes.

“Give it time, (Y/N), give it time…” He told you, but Marcel laughed, shooting Pieck a certain look you were unable to decipher. Porco sat up and shot them a glare, unbeknownst to you, telling them to knock it off.

“Shall we get going?” Pieck asked. “I’ll order the pizza on the way back to the apartment.”

“Sounds good to me.” Porco stood up and helped you up. “We don’t live too far from campus, it’s just not walking distance. Not a long drive at all.”

Porco saluted at his brother as he led you out to his car and Marcel and Pieck headed out to his.

“Hope that wasn’t too crazy earlier,” He told you, surprisingly softly. “I know there was a lot of people there, and they all kinda swarmed you for a moment there with your cast, but they’re all a nice group of people- even Eren, much to many people’s surprise.”

“It was fun,” you admitted. You looked at your cast, now filled with signatures. “One time, when I was younger, I fell and broke my other arm- but I didn’t have near as many signatures as this one has.”

“So… Have you always been so shy?” Porco asked, causing you to laugh nervously.

“Yeah… I dunno… I’m always afraid I’m bothering people, so I just kinda… end up… sticking to myself. All the friends I’ve made have been through people like you- people who just kinda grab me and say ‘let’s go’.”

“Always good to have people like me in your life,” He laughed.

He led you to his car and opened the door for you before heading over to his side.

“My place isn’t a mess, which I’m sure would surprise most people,” He told you. “I make sure to keep it pretty organized and clean. Marcel lives in a bit more of an organized chaos, so it’s really only his room that’s semi-messy, but I don’t think you’re going in there unless you're secretly a super nosy person.”

“I am not, alas,” You sighed. Porco chuckled.

“The more I talk with you, the more I’m able to figure out you personality,” He told you. “It’s nice.”

“Isn’t that how most people are?” You asked.

“Really depends on the person- some people you learn all you need to know from one interaction,” he explained. “There’s this asshole around campus, Floch. All you have to do is encounter him once, and you’ll be like ‘Yep! That’s an obnoxious asshole.’”

“Oh… Makes sense I guess,” You shrugged. “I’ll be sure to avoid him.”

“It’s for the best,” He told you. “Dude has a reddish mop of hair- looks like if he was trying to get the Bieber hair, but the barber gave him a bowl cut and went from there.”

You giggled at the mental image.

“That sounds pretty bad!”

“Well, it is truly bad- I just hope you don’t encounter him. Dude has this weird fascination with Eren and keeps trying to join the soccer team, but never makes the cut.”

The two of you continued to chat as he drove to his apartment, and you were amazed as you entered a nicer part of town. He pulled into a nice apartment complex and parked his car, motioning for you to follow him up a flight of stairs.

He guided you to an apartment on the top floor of the complex, explaining that he and his brother chose the top floor to avoid people stomping above them, explaining that he lacked the patience to deal with that.

He opened the door and led you inside, tossing his keys into the counter. The apartment was much nicer than yours and slightly roomier. It appeared to have the same number of bedrooms that yours had, but it also seemed to have more doors to it.

“Welp, this is where Marcel and I live- and pretty much Pieck on the weekends,” he explained. “She just stays in Marcel’s room.” Leading your further in, he pointed you towards a door at the end of the hall. “That’s the bathroom, if you need it, Marcel’s room is there, next to it, and then here’s my room.” He knocked on the door behind him.

Leading you back into the front of the apartment, he showed you where they kept their food and where they kept their booze before pointing you towards the living room. Leading you over to the tv stand you showed you how to operate the tv and bins full of movies for you to choose from.

“Got a genre you feeling?” He asked, bending known next to you. You paused for a moment, thinking it over, before looking back up at him.

“…. How do you feel about horror?” You asked. A scarily wide grin appeared on his face.

“Couldn’t have chosen a better genre myself,” He told you. “Pieck blames my love of horror on me being a Scorpio, but I’m not sure what that all means.”

“It makes sense,” You agreed, causing him to shrug.

“So, what kind of horror we feeling? Supernatural or slasher?”

“What’s the scariest movie you have?” You asked. A devilish grin appeared on Porco’s face, and he reached into the bin, pulling out a movie called The Corpse of Ymir.

“It’s a Zombie Apocalypse movie with a twist- has some insane visuals to it,” he told you, and you gave him a nod.

“That one’s been on my list for awhile now!”

His grin somehow grew wider.

“So it absolutely has to be this one? Amazing.”

He set the movie down and helped you up right as Marcel and Pieck came through the door.

“You guys pick a movie?” Marcel asked. Pieck saw Porco’s mysterious grin and all it took was a quick glance at the cover to realize a horror movie had been chosen.

“Oh no, (Y/N), did Pock pressure you into a horror movie? You don’t have to-”

“Oh, actually I thought a horror movie would be fun…” you shyly admitted. Porco grabbed you and brought you in front of him, placing his hands on the top of your head and then his chin on top of them.

“It seems my new bff is a person of taste~” He bragged at them. Marcel rolled his eyes, but Pieck just sighed.

“We did say she could pick the movie, so horror it is,” She said, honoring her word.

“I’m your new bff?” You asked Porco, glancing up at him.

“You’re obligated to be after what we’ve been through,” He joked, causing you to laugh.

You’d take it.

“Anyone want something to drink?” Marcel asked, his head in the fridge.

“I’m good for now,” Pieck replied. “Might grab one of mine later.”

“Grab me a Guinness,” Porco called out. He glanced at you. “Want anything?”

“Uhh….. W-What do you have?”

“Fruity drink or beer?” Marcel asked.

“Ummm….. Fruity.” Porco nudged you forward and you walked up to the fridge, allowing you to look inside. “Oh, um…. I’ll go with the Strawberry Daquiri thingy- it seems pretty tame.”

“Doesn’t even taste like alcohol,” Marcel agreed, grabbing it for you. He popped it into a koozie. You sipped on it a little as the movie got set up, and it wasn’t long before there was a knock at the door. Porco hopped over to it and answered, grabbing the pizza and paying for it, setting it on the table.

“Dinner’s ready!” He called out. “I worked so hard on it, everyone say thank you.”

“Thank-”

Pieck covered your mouth, preventing you from finishing.

“Don’t thank him when I did all of the work,” She jokingly teased, releasing your face.

“T-Thank you, Pieck!” You said, much to Porco’s dismay.

Marcel was the first to grab his food and settle down in the living room.

“Hurry up, you people, I’m ready to rock and roll!” He declared. You chuckled and let the other’s grab their slices before you grabbed yours, heading back into the living room. Marcel was on the couch, Pieck lounging by his side, and Porco had taken up one of the chairs, which left an admittedly comfortable looking beanbag chair for you to claim.

Porco had dragged the chair next to him, slightly in front of him, so that you’d have a good view of the tv.

“Come on and sit down- one of the best seats in the house,” He told you. You sat down in the chair, and indeed, it was truly a comfortable seat worthy of sitting in- comfier than you thought it would be.

Marcel grabbed the remote.

“Everyone ready?” He asked. With a hum sounding off from everyone, he hit play and the movie began in all of its glory.

Your jaw was nearly on the floor the entire movie. For a zombie apocalypse movie, the story had captured your heart with its complexity- but most importantly, the horror had enraptured you! The gore! The scares! The Horror! Oh! Phenomenal!

Porco tapped your shoulder and motioned for you to look at the couch. Both Pieck and Marcel had fallen asleep together, and you hadn’t even noticed since you were so into the movie.

Porco stifled a laugh as he got up and moved over to Pieck, gently waking her up, but before she could reach to wake up her boyfriend, Porco stopped her. After an exchange of silent words, she gave up and stood up quietly, stretching. She gave you a sleepy wave, quietly telling you goodnight before making her way to Marcel’s room.

Shooting you a wink, Porco stepped back before jumping onto the couch and onto his brother. You watched as Marcel startled awake, looking as if his soul almost left him. You covered your mouth as Marcel shoved Porco off of him and onto the floor, the blonde laughing his head off.

Marcel grumbled as he got up.

“I’m going to bed,” He announced, giving his brother a kick as he passed by. He gave you a small wave before he moped off to his room. Porco looked up at you.

“So, what’s the plan, (L/N)? Spend the night or go back to your place?” He asked.

You froze. On one hand, it was late and he looked tired, and you didn’t want to make him drive, but on the other hand, you’d only known them for a few weeks and you didn’t want to feel like-

“Hey! I see those gears turning,” Porco told you as he sat up. “Watch this neat lil trick.”

You watched as he stood up and he revealed that the couch was actually a futon. He gave it a pat before turning to you.

“See? We got a place for you to sleep,” He assured you. You stiffened in your seat.

“I don’t want to impose,” You attempted to argue, but he shook his head.

“We have people over all the time,” he explained to you. “It’s no problem at all.” You sighed, giving in. You didn’t even really feel like trekking home at this time of night either.

“Consider me convinced,” You sighed, a yawn following close after.

“Here, I‘ll grab something for you to wear,” He said as he walked off to his room. Few minutes later, he returned with a plain tshirt and sweatpants that you could wear to bed. You accepted them with a shy smile.

“Thank you,” You spoke quietly.

“Bathrooms down the hall, my door is on the right of the hallway if you need anything,” He explained.

“Thank you, I hope you sleep well- and sorry for staying over so late-”

“How’d you enjoy the movie?”

“Oh! I loved the movie! It was amazing!”

“Then you staying late was worth it,” He assured you. “Quit fretting about it, I like your company.” He paused for a moment, yawning. “Anyways, get comfy, do whatever you want- I’m gonna go to bed now. G’Night!”

“Good night,” You spoke softly as Porco made his way to his room.

You waited for Porco to close his door before you made your way to the bathroom so you could change and get ready for bed.

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Porco fought every urge in his body to scream. GOD he liked you so much- and he’d only known you for a few weeks! Something about you was so magnetic to him, he couldn’t resist!

He laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

You were going to be the death of him if you continued to dare to be so- so….. so adorable! He cursed you for how cute you were!

If he had any chance with you… he was going to have to play his cards carefully….. and find a way to not ruin his friendship with you.

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lacimolela · 1 year

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Duck 🐥🍼

I'll delete this after yaya @aisclosed finish reading this. (not proofread pls its pretty bad and rushed I just wanna have something for her when she wakes up like i promised <3) I always wanna write something like this non-idol!Jungwon x reader :>

“Ugh”, I sighed while slamming my head down on the table with a loud thud. Startled, Sunoo my friend slapped my back, the loud SMACK resulted in more eyes thrown at us. Lifting my head up to glare at him, he flashed me a sheepish smile while apologizing to the other students we bothered.

“Don’t look at me like that y/n, “ he said while rolling his eyes, “why did you even bang your head on the table in the first place, you’re such a drama queen y/n bla bla bla” he continued to yap. I tuned him out and looked outside of the window, exhaling a long breath as Sunoo’s voice faded into distance.

“Y/N! Are you even listening to me, HEY Y/N! OH MY GOD HI JUNGWON!”

“Ugh Sunoo what do you want. You know pretending that he is here won’t make me pay attention to … you.” My voice got smaller as I turned my head around. Oh heavens it’s really Yang Jungwon IN THE FLESH AND HE’S GREETING MY BEST FRIEND? “Oh right, what were you trying to say y/n?” asked Sunoo coyly, knowing he finally got me.” “Uh nothing yeah I got to go drink some water brb bye Sunoo.” I said as I dashed out, heat rushing up my cheeks as I ran out of the classroom looking down.

The two boys were stunned as they looked at her silhouette. “hey Sunoo, isn’t this her drink?” Jungwon asked while picking up a weird duck looking tumbler.

“HAHAH naur way that dumbass, you keep it Jungwon, give it back to her when u find her, I gtg to my next class now HAHAH BYEEE.” That was his last words before disappearing out of Jungwon’s sight.

Holding the decomposing duck tumbler in one hand while regretting his life decisions, Jungwon sighed and kept the bottle in his bag, going home with a mission and a determined heart.

“SUNOO, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU OUTED ME LIKE THAT YOU RAT”, I lunged at Sunoo the moment he stepped into my house. And he had the audacity to laugh condescendingly “not my fault you didn’t listen to me while I was talking to you. DESERVED.”

“Well how on earth would I know you weren’t trolling me and HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW THE YANG JUNGWON. The most perfect, smart, cute, amazing, person to ever exist. Don’t even get started with my choice of adjectives, it was intentional.” I pre-fired his insults knowing he would comment on it.

“Girl, I am THE Kim Sunoo, if you had forgotten. Who do I NOT know would be a better question, but since your small brain is so curious, we’re actually in a band together, with the rest of his friend group – enhypen, “ retorted Sunoo with much sass.

“WAIT YANG JUNGWON IS IN THE BAND...with you,” enthusiasm went in the drain as I ponder on the sole fact that my BESTFRIEND Kim Sunoo would get to see my crush every day. “THAT SHOULD’VE BEEN ME SUNOO” I cried dramatically wiping my eyes on Sunoo’s clothes as I gripped his shoulders, shaking him back and forth.

“oOOoh MYYY GODD WOULD YOU PLEASE CUT IT OUT!” Sunoo rolled away from my grippers dramatically heaving while glaring at me. I rolled my eyes as he continued, “ why can’t you just confess to him, I heard he really likes confident girls.”

“Y/N?” Sunoo asked after hearing no response. “Should I? okay Sunoo ill confess to him if you buy me the cute plushy I showed you yesterday.” I suppose there is really nothing to lose, he’s not even in a building with me even if I get rejected it’ll be fine. “Bet, but only if you don’t come home crying and screaming,” answered Sunoo fast. “Okay deal, I’ll just make sure he can’t reject me.”

And that’s how I got into this predicament, masking my shaking hands with faux confidence, I cupped Jungwon’s chin gently to look at his shining, cat-like eyes that would be the death of me. “Jungwon-ah if I were to choose between silver and gold, id choose gold without the A in it (periodic table rizz).” Keeping my stare on him, I seek for any violent negative reaction but all I saw was his doe eyes widening even more, seemingly flustered by the randomness of the situation. Of course he’d be flustered, who wouldn’t when a random girl comes up to you dressing like an emo (but ate that fit up), grips your chin, and says a horrible gen z-fied random pick-up line.

Suddenly aware of the unwanted attention by other students as they blatantly form a circle around us and stare – HARD, I feel my cheeks heating up and so before anything else happens I grab Jungwon’s hand and led him out and away from the commotion, blushing even harder at the contact as I feel his warm, soft hands in my shaking ones.

Once I came into my senses and realize we’re walking to a dead end, I turned around to lead Jungwon to somewhere else when I bumped into his chest, now realizing the close proximity and the close distance between us. Scrambling backwards flustered and to not harass his personal space, I braved myself to look at Jungwon as I waited for him to say something – anything at this point.

Coming to the conclusion that he won’t say anything, I tried to justify my actions, “So uh, how’s the weather?” Then I heard the cutest sound ever, his giggles. Jungwon giggled putting a palm over his hand looking so unnecessarily cute I just want to bite him. “Can’t believe that’s the first thing you say after putting a show y/n, an extravagant one at that,” his honey voice rang through the small hallway as he leaned closer essentially invading my bubble of coherence.

I looked down avoiding his gaze as his closeness gets rid of any coherent thoughts and as if that wasn’t enough, I felt a soft gentle finger lifting my chin, forcing me to look ahead and meet his sparkling eyes. “Where’d that brave y/n go to hm? I thought she was going to ask me out when she dragged me all the way here not gonna lie, “ teased Jungwon with a smile, taking another step closer, essentially pinning me against the wall but still keeping his hands to himself. Ever the gentleman in such situations, I sighed dreamily in my head.

Mouth gaping and faux confidence out of the window, I blankly stared at him while trying to think of a response that wouldn’t potentially scare him away. Who knows what I would mutter out in such a state.

“Well Y/nie, I’d love to be the U in your Gold (Au) if you’d be the I in mine.” Jungwon said while putting a small smirk, his dimple popping out, all the while standing back straight, giving me the bubble of space I desperately needed after overexerting my poor fragile heart.

Trying to compose myself from his teasing, I willed myself to hang in there for a bit more. “So does that make us official, Jungwonie?” I made my move, smoothly sliding my empty hands in his, much better.

Intertwining his fingers around mine, he leaned in and placed a sweet peck on the tip of my nose. Pulling me closer to him and leading our way back to class, he said “Let’s go grab your duck tumbler, girlfriend.” “MY DUCK,” I exclaimed laughing, never had I known all this led from my impulsive and rash decisions. Running away, confessing, everything. Amidst my wandering thoughts I felt a warm kiss on my forehead, blood rushing up to my cheeks as I froze in place. Those same bright sparkly eyes came into my line of vision, crinkling every so slightly from his small giggles. Yang Jungwon you will be the death of me.

#enhypen #jungwon #enhypen fluff

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dogsofardour · 1 year

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😍🐶💚🎵🛩️🍼

Gah! Thank you so much for sending this in anon! I did my best below. The ask game post is here.

😍 - Three favourite things about Jotaro.

God how could Eileen possibly choose!? (Cop out answer)

She likes his funny lines, when he thinks he's being a badass but he sounds lame instead. Even the funny thing bullshit with the "a vein pops on a stand users nose when they smell cigarette smoke" and everyone else going "Woah!! What a stellar observation!" While he's just "I-- I lied. I lied So Much." Its like getting to see behind the curtain.

"How did you bullshit so hard?!"

"Oh I would've lost it if I had known, known, y'know?"

Eileen loves Jotaro's insistence on wearing his hat Everywhere, even underwater. He has a look and he's sticking with it. Stubborn bastard.

She likes that he's a character who doesn't need to state his morals, he just does it. Action over words. Makes Jotaro very geniune.

🐶 - If Eileen and Jotaro were to get a pet, what would it be?

Well, The Hounds aren't exactly pets I suppose... Hm... Eileen would love to get a fancy rat! They're friendly and fun to play with! She'd try to convince Jotaro to get one with her, "It'll be a new family member! Don't you wanna take care of something so soft and cool?"

Unfortunately, rats are a no go for Jotaro. They just, they're rats. He doesn't... Rodents don't gel well with him.

Instead they settle on two hermit crabs! Properly cared for of course. So it's a little pricey, but man. Jotaro and Eileen feel a stupendous amount of joy when they see the little fellas are all settled!

Their names are Shelbert and Clawrise.

💚 - Who gets jealous?

Man, I'd love to say Eileen, but the opportunities for jealousy to happen are just...weird. Usually when people show interest in Jotaro it's for his looks, not anything like his work or what he likes. And that just upsets her, she knows Jotaro doesn't want that kind of attention, isn't particularly a friendly person, or a people person in general, so she would just like to shield him a bit.

Eileen would only get a playful kind of jealous. Like, let's say someone emailed Jotaro about a paper he published, and now they're pen pals. First, Eileen would be elated! Jotaro gets to gush about marine biology with a fellow fish nerd? It's awesome!

It's when he ends up spending, like, two hours drafting an email response that she goes, "Hey Jojo, I'm feeling a little neglected!" She's leaning on his shoulders where he's sitting on his swivel chair, rubbing her cold nose against his neck. Jotaro huffs a little and half-heartedly bats at her face. "I'm busy, I'll be there in a minute," his eyes are glued to the screen, mouth quirked in a smirk. Smug bastard. "But! I'm lonely!" she groans into his throat.

So Eileen doesn't really get jealous. Jotaro on the other hand? Pray for his tortured, angst-ridden soul. When Eileen finds a friend, she's super affectionate. There's obviously a matter of body-language, she's pretty good at judging who wants a hug or a kiss, or would like some distance. But as soon as she's got that blanket permission? Shes cuddling and talking up her new pal. Like, her and Kakyoin?

"Noriaki, darling, dearest, plleeeease give me the last brownie?" She's smushed her cheek against his, giving the biggest puppy-dog eyes. Kakyoin makes a show of considering it, a flash of defiant 'I don't think I will' shining in his violet eyes. Then rolls his eyes and tosses it her way. "Aw! Thanks pudding pop!" Eileen replies before devouring the block of chocolatey goodness. Meanwhile, Jotaro's over in the corner, watching this, thinking: "I wanna be her pudding pop. Why can't I be? Huh??"

Jotaro ends up acting a little prickly until Eileen digs into his mood. It's easily resolved, she goes "Of course you can be my pudding pop! Why didn't you just ask?" And then gently asks if he'd be more comfortable if she toned it down? She didn't mean to make him uncomfortable, blatant affection was just a way for her to show appreciation of her friends. And well... Jotaro... He likes that about Eileen. He likes how honest and willing Eileen is to put herself out there. He might just want more attention than he was willing to admit before.

When people are flirting with Eileen however? Oh boy. Run, duck, cover, something along those lines. Although, Eileen has a hard time believing anyone would be interested in her. Anyone else, that is, she clearly won over Jotaro with her wit and charm, but her face?

She's got scars on her face. Big, jagged looking scars. They started blood-crusted red, and have healed over to a pink sure, but who likes that? Especially on a woman. It might be rugged and cool on a guy but... Yeah. She ruined her face. So, she doesn't pick up on flirting from other people.

So, poor Jotaro is fuming as Eileen cluelessly goes, "oh? You're a fan of my wood carvings? Sure, I could show you my workshop sometime!" Eventually Jotaro can't take it anymore. So, Eileen finds herself with a 195cm shadow glowering at the new friend she's made. Its uncharacteristic of Jotaro to be so, touchy. She doesn't mind! It's a treat to get PDA when it's available. She's soaking up Jotaro's touch, melting when he calls her nicknames, getting a little embarrassed when he refers to her as 'his girlfriend', 'limpet', on and on. When they get a moment alone she's a little giggly, splaying her hands on his shoulders, looking into his eyes with little hearts in her own. "What was that about, Starshine?" she asks. "I missed you," Jotaro's rigid posture goes relaxed under her touch, her voice. "I was just across the room," she teases a little. "Was too far for me."

I wouldn't exactly call Jotaro's jealousy subtle, but he isn't one to make a scene as long as Eileen isn't bothered. Although, the moment someone harrasses her, it's all over.

🎵 - Some song lyrics which fit Jotileen?

Sweet wonderful you

You make me happy with the things you do

Oh, can it be so

This feeling follows me wherever I go

I never did believe in miracles

But I've a feeling it's time to try

I never did believe in the ways of magic

But I'm beginning to wonder why

[...]

You, you make loving fun

And I don't have to tell you but you're the only one

🛩️ - Where would Jotileen go for their honeymoon?

Jotaro and Eileen get married in 1996, after they've had Jolyne and Jouta, so their honeymoon turns into a family trip! Disney World is in Florida, so it's within the state they've settled in. Eileen has never been on a rollercoaster before and is so!! Excited!! She's unfortunately the only one going on the coaster in their little family, so she slips away to go while Jolyne and Jouta are napping and Jotaro's looking over them.

They have to take it relatively easy with a four and two year old, but it's a lovely week away from home with no dishes and no job responsibilities.

🍼 - Want kids?

Jotaro never considered kids in all honesty. At least, not beyond a perfunctory thought. Its the expectation, right? Marry, have children, then die. ...Okay that sounds a bit bleaker than he would mean it to be. Then his relationship with Eileen got serious. Which is to say, their relationship has never not been serious, but it went from: "I love you and I need you to survive this with me," in SDC to them dating in a normal societal context. When Jotaro and Eileen turn 19 Holly and Nobuko start talking about marriage. Asking when Jotaro's gonna pop the question, since he and Eileen aren't 'kids anymore' and Holly would like some grandchildren. Hell, Joseph is eager as hell to spoil some great-grandchildren. That makes Jotaro think about what comes with marriage, in a typical sense. Does he...want children? When the idea was distant and impersonal, Jotaro would've said no. But with Eileen? He'd cherish any new additions to the family. He's just scared if he'd be able to keep them safe. So, when Eileen gets pregnant unexpectedly Jotaro has a minor crisis before his determination to protect her and their baby grows stronger.

Eileen has always liked kids. She made money babysitting when she was a teenager, and she had a lot of fun. Of course, it was also tiring, keeping up with little 3 year olds and their boundless energy, dietary restrictions, scheduled nap times, bath times, etc, but it was worth it! She felt pride in a job well done. So, when she contemplated the future she saw herself having kids down the line. She'd work hard to make sure they would have anything they'd want and need, and be there for them... More open than her mother was. She'd make them feel loved, not like a burden. So, yes, Eileen would love to have kids. When Eileen's thoughts about the future start to revolve around her and Jotaro, together: God, she wouldn't want any other man. She loves him, she can't imagine a world without him in it.

#can you tell i spent a week writing this #answered #im counting this as #my writing #jotileen lore #joot lore #eileen lore #kujo family #eileen barreau #joot

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ainlifun · 1 year

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Mortal Realm, Land of the Dead

“ You’ve been more animated lately.”

Xögrym glanced over at his sister, Arlaêy looking at him curiously as the pair strode about the Mortal Realm. She didn’t really give him a chance to respond, skittering over to look at this or that. Like most of the newly arisens, Arlaêy had spent most of her existence in the Realm of Black and White. The Mortal World beyond Drakwald was new, untravelled, untainted.

But they weren’t here on leisure. Lord Malal had eventually found out about the An’ggraths release by the Verminlords and the Rat God had claimed innocence and rebellion. Technically it was true-- Skreech’s scheme was purely his own. Still, it had been innocents to pay the price for the ‘treachery’, while the Rat King and his compatriots had (mostly) walked free.

And now here they were, trying to sus out An’ggraths location. Xögrym was admittedly rather lax about the search, not that Arlaêy seemed to mind that. She was back next to him, shoulder to shoulder with her bigger brother.

“ It’s because father let Freysin go isn’t it?”

“ Yes.” Xögrym simply. He saw no point or purpose in hiding his favor for his sibling. It hadn’t been altruism on Malal’s part. Freysin’s lack was effecting his best solider, Xögrym, and that simply wouldn’t do. “ He begged Malaneth to come in your place, you know.”

Arlaêy snorted, “ I don’t doubt it. The Unbound is his mess after all. Never knew Freysin to be responsible, though.”

“ He isn’t.” Xögrym confirmed. He sighed through his boney nose. “ But nothing like time in a shadow cell to adjust ones attitude.”

Arlaêy rolled her eyes, “ Yes, yes let’s just find this thing. Maybe Lord Malal will be happier with the beast back in his thrall.”

#muse status (watching from the shadows);#The First-Arisen (Arlaêy);#The Malicious (Xögrym);#q #warhammer fantasy #malal

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fonfan121 · 1 year

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✨️TELL ME ABOUT YOUR OCS✨️

Template by @vincentmatthews | Find it here! Also kudos to @another-corpo-rat for bringing this to my attention in the first place.

Okay, so I have... 11 of them for 2077, so I’m just going to use my first and most fleshed out one.

Name

Athena Telete Themis Alala Calypso Knox (there is absolutely no documentation to confirm this, source: trust me)

Nicknames

Fort Knox, Goldie

Age

30 (as of June, 2077)

Pronouns

She/Her

Sexuality

Lesbian

Eye Color

Amber (natural)

Height

6′1″

Body Type

I mean, have you seen her?

Personality

Very happy-go-lucky, almost always in a good mood. Athena is very casual about most things, to the point where a lot of people think she doesn’t take anything seriously. While that might be true, at least to a certain degree, rest assured that when things do go down, she’ll be ready to go.

She also will flirt with just about any woman she comes across, even if they’re trying to kill her at the time.

Hobbies

Keeping her body in shape for the most part, as well as tuning her vehicular pride and joy, a custom Quadra Javelina. More recently Athena has taken to reading ancient philosophy, if nothing else to keep up with her partner’s quoting.

Gang/Occupation (Mox, MaxTac, Arasaka, etc)

Freelance merc, working with T-Bug (and later 8ug8ear, but that’s another story)

Do they smoke?

Hell nah.

Do they drink? If so, what's their poison of choice?

It depends on the occasion, but Athena’s gotten partial to Calavera Feliz.

What do they usually wear on a normal day?

It depends on whether she’s working, but usually it’s light tops and comfortable, practical pants. Sleeves are always optional.

What do they wear when they "Get dressed up"? And what would be considered a "special occasion" to them? {I.E. "I have to look my best" Or an "It's our anniversary"}

Usually it’s a basic suit shirt and pants combo, but rarely, very rarely, she’ll wear a dress. pics or it didn’t happen

As to what she considers a special occasion, it would almost certainly be something private with her partner.

What do they smell like?

Sweat, gunpowder and a teensy, tiny bit of lavender.

How do they walk? (Do they sway their hips? Do they walk with a sense of determination? Do they bounce as they walk? Etc)

Very relaxed, shoulders down, with a slight strut. (and a lot of winks to passing ladies)

Are they more of an early bird or a night owl?

She could get work day or night, so Athena’s sleep schedule ends up being pretty flexible. She does prefer sleeping in when possible, though.

If you had to use one word to define them, what word would you use?

Casual.

What words or catchphrases do they say that's unique to that character?

One or two more Australian colloquialisms, such as “bloody oath” or “yeah nah/nah yeah”.

Favorite Season?

Summer, for sure.

Favorite type of weather? {Thunderstorms, sunny, etc}

She prefers sunny and warm, but to be honest the weather in general just doesn’t bother her. Except for sandstorms, god she hates the sandstorms.

Do they have someone they're with relationship-wise? If so, who?

Despite flirting and having flings with literally half the women she comes across, she is very loyal and has an ongoing, proper relationship with her partner, T-Bug. T-Bug doesn’t really have a problem with the flings, so long as Athena’s faithful/truthful about what she’s doing.

Main Ship/Pairings

Athena/T-Bug duh

Side Pairings

Athena/8ug8ear

Favorite/Self-indulgent Pairings

Athena/T-Bug/8ug8ear (which eventually becomes my headcanon, after T-Bug retires)

How do they show affection to their loved one?

Mostly physical things, like hugs and soft kisses... with permission, of course. Also, lots of flirting.

How do they sit in a chair?

Legs spread, usually to let someone sit in front of her so she can hug them.

What do they wear to bed?

Boxers and a tank top, with extra layers depending on the weather.

How do they usually sleep? {Side sleeper, back, fetal position, backwards, nest sleeper, blanket mountain, etc}

She’ll sleep on her back, either spread out by herself or an arm wrapped around someone else.

Do they have to have a form of "white noise" in order to sleep? {The sound of a fan, the sound of rain, the sound of a city, etc}

She doesn’t need anything to help her sleep, but the sound of rain is surprisingly soothing for her.

What's a place they go to feel comfortable, that's their "spot" they always go when they're upset?

Athena doesn’t generally get upset, but when she does, there’s a little spot on the Pacifica beachfront that always calms her down.

What do they do when they're nervous? {Fidget with jewelry, pick at nails, bite nails/lips, play with knife/zippo lighter, etc}

She’ll flick at her pointer finger with her thumb on one hand, then tap the palm of her other to make a sort of rhythm.

What is their "tell" for lying?

Athena’s not much of a liar, that being said her tell is that she crosses her arms, tapping her fingers on them.

What is their favorite color?

Gold, but not for what you think. It’s her favorite color because she likes to try and make things “good as gold”. And yes, because it’s shiny.

Favorite flower/plant?

Lavender.

Favorite sweet of choice?

Raspberry Licorice.

Do they have any pets? If so, tell me about them.

Pets are bloody expensive, no way she has one.

What are their triggers {If they have any}? If so, what calms them down?

She has only one trigger, it’s a defensive one, for a... particular name. She refuses to elaborate and about the only thing to calm her down is either T-Bug, or her quiet spot.

If they could visit anywhere in the world, where would they go and why?

Well, there is this certain villa in Crete that she has her eye on...

What is their favorite comfort meal?

Ice cream, vanilla/chocolate/caramel combo.

Do they have a food they hate?

Despite her apparent sweet tooth, cake. Just the way it feels in her mouth just... doesn’t sit with her.

What is their favorite {non-alcoholic} drink?

Hot chocolate, bonus points for an imported Australian brand.

What are their plans for the future {if they have any}?

Pay off her fixer debt, then help T-Bug retire. Simple, but definitely long term.

What's a song that "fits" them?

Anything AC/DC. It’s practically all she listens to

Give me 5 facts/random bits of information about them

- Athena has a Y2K 20 cent piece, given by her late grandma before she moved to the states.

- She had her first kiss on the Pacifica rollercoaster with then girlfriend, Felicia.

- Has a nickname for just about everyone she knows... except for T-Bug.

- Once spent 24 hours inside an Animal den for a bet, got caught by none other than Sasquatch on the way out. Charmed her way out, naturally.

- Did I mention she flirts with almost any woman she comes across? Cause she does.

Give me their backstory {can be long, or brief.}

Pre 2054: Living in Australia.

2053: Moves to NUSA.

2054: Settles into Pacifica, Night City.

2069: Her father Bradley gets drafted into the Unification war, doesn’t return.

2070: Is forced to leave Pacifica, moves into Watson.

2070-2077: Begins merc work, gets into debt with fixers over gear lost and bad jobs.

2077: Saves the life of T-Bug, the pair work together, eventually helping V and others.

#cyberpunk 2077 #oc #fem v #athena knox

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Hii! Can you maybe do Akutagawa siblings, Fyodor and/or Dazai with a mother figure reader? Have a nice day/night<3

surey! you can see i gave up on fyodor eheh but hope you like it!

DARK BLOGS DNI /SRS

gin akutagawa, akutagawa ryuunosuke, fyodor dostoevsky, & dazai osamu x mother figure!gn!reader SEPARATED

gin akutagawa

- let's just say the first time you met her it was outside of the port mafia.

- poor girl was walking around trying to find a cough medicine for her brother.

- a lot of men where giving her eyes that creeped her out. till you say her and a tall guy who was trying to ask her out on a date.

- gin was on the verge of revealing her disguise, till a tap on the man's shoulder and then SMACK!

- the dude laying on a ground with a bump appearing onto his face.

- her eyes widened at this as she never experienced protection from anyone, well except her brother.

- you started apologizing to her as she just stared like this emoticon o-o.

- she soon told you where she was heading and you were like, " yeah you may not know me and stuff but i am protecting you now "

- you followed her like a mother bird to her babies. gin loved it!

- her mind was calm to be near someone like a you, she was so happy to have a mother-like person like you.

- when you took her there she snapped out of the thoughts of mother-daughter things higuchi told her about.

- you soon told her you had appointments you had to head to, soon asking if she needed anything if they ever met again. giving gin all of your contacts just incase something happened

- all gin did was shake her head but soon whispered, " you're a caring mother. ", before running into the store.

- yeah this girl is going to be thinking about you in her room at 3am

ryuunosuke akutagawa

- you have been in the black lizards for a few months now, everyone cared for you and you cared for them.

- well you treated everyone else like friends, unlike akutagawa here.

- you always packed him an extra lunch or breakfast if he ever forgot one.

- always comforted him when he had an outburst or vent to talk about.

- you were always there for him.

- sometimes he wondered things, 'is this how it feels like to have a mother.

- he wanted to ask you but there was always something blocked that opportunity, whether it be higuchi or a mission it was always something.

- till one day, your birthday. he was already at your door, dark wrapped present in one hand and his other over his mouth as he coughed into it.

- you opened up the door to see the dark haired boy standing in front of you.

- " it seems like today is a special day for you, here i made this for you. "

- you thanked him as you took the present and invited him to come inside, which he obliged too.

- soon enough he was looking all around your place like a baby in a toy store.

- he soon wanted to ask you something as he watched you sit onto the couch with the present on your lap.

- akutagawa was soon walking towards you as he sat next to you and the present.

- " go on open it. " he said harshly and impatiently, which was just normal.

- you soon nodded with a laugh and opened it. it was a photo book, a photo book full of picture of you with everyone in the black lizard.

- your eyes widened as you looked at akutagawa, wjos head was looking away from you as you soon pulled him into a huge hug.

- thanking him repeatedly over and over again he soon said, " you were always there for us, but to me it meant so much so much. thank you y/n for being there for me. "

- adorable, you hugged him tighter as he leaked a small smile onto his face

fyodor dostoevsky

- despite him viewing most people on this planet as an ant(classic god complex)

- you were different from everyone, was it your skill or the fact you were helping him for his own needs? no

- it was because you treated him so kindly unlike everyone else.

- which just gave him a soft spot for you, not a big obvious one but once in a while you could see it.

- that rat man is probably getting scolded by nikolai for praising you and not him.

- ngl you and fyodor would act like two old friends till he viewed you as a mother like figure.

- anyways he would know everything about you even if you didn't tell him

- you two met at a random park, you were watching kids argue while crashing into him

-which caused him to fall over which caused you to apologize and ask immediately if he was hurt

- he wasn't but you stuck near him till he told you who he was and his intentions

- you didn't care at all, henceforth why you are in every mission or chaotic thing he does.

- does he buy you things as a way to say thanks? yeah, you would do the same and probably before him.

- " look at my little demon god go " is what you would say standing next to nikolai while fyodor was spilling out disaster onto others.

- he hasn't told you yet but the tension of him liking you MAY be seen if you squint reaallllllyyyyy hard.

- you gave him a "good job" forehead kiss and he blushed a wee bit from it

- if he does ask you out, you two would be a gaslighting couple and you are the one to praise him.

dazai osamu

- loves you, and you know it.

- like cmon a suicidal man with a mother-like person like YOU? he has definitely told you that multiple times

- can't even count how many times you had to save him from kunikida's scolding

- you found out by ranpo dazai doesn't celebrate his birthday since he never had anyone to celebrate with him

- that's it! you will make a surprise bday party for him

- the thing is, how can you make it secret...

- of course! take him out to places while everyone sets the party up!

- you and dazai went to some of his favorite places

- the pharmacy to get a whole entire shelf of bandages(lucky you they were 50% off)

- other sweet places, a restaurant known for their amazing crabs

- to see if suicide guides still exist in libraries

- but soon while you two were heading back to the agency he said

- " you planned this didn't you~ " smiling while he said that pressing his finger into your cheek.

- " maybe i did, but what does that have to say? " you said back in the same tone he did with a smirk.

- " i don't know, but for a person of a mother like you it's cute to see how bad you are at hiding it " he chuckled.

- wait, how did he find that out, you immediately asked him how and he soon said kenji told him when he entered the agency.

- you sighed after that, the bickering ended you two at a bridge to see yokohama's port.

- you two looked into the sea to watch the sunset

- " you know dazai, despite all of your cooky things you are a sweetheart " you said.

- " i am flattered to hear that- " soon you leaned to his forehead to place a kiss.

- " happy birthday dazai osamu "

here ya go! sorry it took a bit i had to go through somethjngs but!

FEEL FREE TO REQUEST ANYTHING!

i will only do sfw bsd stuff btw! headcanons or short stories will be okay requests! NO YANDERE/NSFW/NON-CON/DARK STUFF will be allowed on this acc!

they / xe pronouns pls

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #fyodor x reader #gin x reader #akutagawa x reader #dazai x reader #fluff #bsd fluff #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader

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advena-perditus · 3 years

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(I feel like there are not enough "All Might revealing his true form to the UA staff so I decided to write my own, enjoy)

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The Price Of Peace

Aizawa Shouta slunk into the teachers meeting room, his yellow sleeping bag hanging from his shoulders. It seemed like he was the last one there.

Hizashi and Nemuri were sitting at the end of the table grading papers. Cementos, Snipe and Thirteen were all sitting together talking about their plans for the students' final exams. Powerloader seemed to be going through some patents.

Shouta dropped into the empty seat between Hizashi and Nemuri

"Any idea why the rat god asked us to assemble here?" He asked the both of them

"No clue”. Nemuri said.

Hizashi hummed, looking thoughtful. "Maybe he found a new heroics teacher." Hizashi said, turning to look at both of them. "It's been months since old KickBack retired, he should have found someone by now."

Shouta slumped into the chair and buried his face into his capture scarf while Nemuri squealed with excitement.

"Ohh new blood" she said, licking her lips. She looked like she was about to say something else when the door opened and Nedzu walked in.

Everyone stopped and turned their attention to nedzu. The rat-bear-something demon was smiling at all of them in his usual cheery manner but the gleam in his eyes seemed even more pronounced than usual.

Shouta shuddered slightly.

“Good morning everyone” Nedzu said, smiling cheerily at them, “Thank you all for coming here at this time. I am here to make an important announcement. As you all know Masaru Kenta retired a few months ago, leaving foundational heroics without a teacher. I am happy to say that we have managed to find a suitable teacher to teach the class!!"

Everyone started murmuring approvingly. Shouta let out a pleased hum. The foundational heroics class had been without a teacher for the last few months since Masaru Kenta, the old pro hero KickBack, had to retire suddenly due to health reasons. All the other teachers had been filling in whenever they were free but this wouldn't be feasible in the long run. It would be good for the students to have a proper teacher again.

“I wonder who it is,” Hizashi said, grinning brightly at Shouta and Nemuri.

“Maybe it’s Endeavor” Shouta said with a small caustic smile.

The mental image of the hot headed number 2 hero trying to teach a bunch of teenagers sent all three of the into fits of giggles

“Settle down” Nedzu said, his smile growing even wider and his eyes becoming particularly shiny. “Everyone I'd like you to welcome the new heroics teacher-” suddenly the doors burst open with a loud bang and a familiar and iconic voice could be heard booming “I AM HERE AS THE NEW HEROICS TEACHER!!!!”

Shouta stared in absolute shock and horror while his colleagues yelled out “ALL MIGHT!!??” in varying tones of astonishment

Of all the people possible, Shouta had never considered that the new teacher could be THE Symbol Of Peace.

All Might had always given the impression that he was too busy with heroics to ever bother doing anything else, much less slum it with the poor overworked heroes in the teaching department.

Don't get him wrong, it wasn't that Shouta hated All Might ,oh no, in fact Shouta had huge respect for the number one hero. It was very obvious that the man was very devoted to his job. It was just that there was something he found fake in All Might's constant smiles and loud presence.

“Hello All Might” Nemuri said, giving him her patented Midnight smile and extending her hand “I am Midnight. I’m so surprised to hear that you are going to be our new heroics teacher”

All might, somehow, seemed to smile even wider. He shook Nemuri’s hand firmly while looking at her straight in the eye “Yes, I’m familiar with your work Midnight” He said smiling at her warmly “I am particularly a fan of how you manage to subdue your opponents without many injuries and wide scale property damage”

All Might then went around shaking everyone else's hands, commenting on their work and complimenting them. Shouta was a bit surprised at how much he knew about everyone. Not many heroes took the time to learn about their fellow heroes’ achievements and skill sets.

Finally he reached Shouta. All Might stretched out his hand and looked him straight in the eye. Shouta looked right back. What struck Shouta most about All Might was how piercing his gaze seemed to be. It seemed like All Might was scanning him, measuring his every weakness and characteristic with just one glance.

“You're the underground hero Eraserhead” All Might said, without breaking eye contact.

Now Shouta felt really surprised. Not many people recognised him in costume and even less could recognise him out of costume and never with only a single glance. Nevertheless, he looked right back at All Might.

“Call me Aizawa when I am out of costume.” he said.

All Might looked at him for a long moment and then his smile seemed to become a little more real. “I really respect you underground heroes” he said, his eyes growing a little distant, as if remembering something. “I have huge respect for your undercover work and you work on busting quirk trafficking rings in particular. ”

Suddenly Nedzu gave a little cough. "Now that all of you have gotten acquainted with each other, we should return to the matter at hand.”

Ah, Nedzu was probably going to discuss how to manage the inevitable media circus that would break out the moment the number one hero announced that he would be teaching at UA. Shouta was not looking forward to that, at all.

“All of you would like to sit down for this” Nedzu said, gesturing at all of them to re take their seats. “All Might, would you like to sit down too?”

“No” All Might said, suddenly looking serious “I better stay standing for this.”

Nedzu nodded.

The dread that Shouta had felt when he saw Nedzu walking into the room with that glint in his eyes returned, now increased by tenfold.

All Might's serious expression paired with Nedzu's stoic face meant that he was going to learn something he would have been happier without ever knowing. Next to him, his fellow teacher sat up straighter, all of them looking a little more serious

“Everyone, please don't be alarmed by what you see,” All Might said. He seemed to take a deep breath before an explosion of smoke suddenly enveloped him.

There were a few coughs across the room as some inhaled the suddenly formed smoke. Shouta fanned the air in front of his face in an attempt to dispel the smoke. He turned and looked at where All Might had been standing. At first it seemed as if All Might had vanished, but slowly as the smoke began to disperse a figure came into view. He had messy hair, bony arms, an emaciated face-

“WHAT THE FUCK!?!?” Vlad screamed.

“Language” Thirteen admonished reflexively, but they too were looking at the skeletal man in abject horror.

“What happened to All Might?” Snipe whispered, his voice blank and devoid of emotion.

The man who couldn't possibly be All Might sighed and Shouta noticed ,with mounting horror, that he had blood dripping down from the side of his mouth.

“I am All Might” the man said, wiping the blood from his mouth, looking at all of them with his piercing blue eyes.

Everyone stared at him in shock, horror and maybe a little panic. No one said a word.

“All right,” Nedzu said, his voice cutting effectively into the heavy silence. He pointed at one of the empty seats on the table. “All Might, why don't you take a seat, after that we can explain this whole situation.”

The skeletal man nodded at the principal and slouched into the empty seat. No one took their eyes off him. After he was seated the all sat in silence for a few seconds

“Would you like me to explain?” Nedzu said, looking at the man who might be All Might.

“No,” he said, moving his bony hand around, “This is my story and I should tell it.” He sat up straighter, suddenly looking much taller.

“Five years ago I battled against a powerful villain.” He lifted his shirt on his left side to reveal a horrible scar that climbed up and covered most of the side. “I was severely injured, lost my stomach and parts of my respiratory system. The subsequent surgeries reduced me to this”

He coughed,

“Since then the time I have to do my heroics work has slowly been decreasing. As of now I have only three hours in a day in which I can use my muscular form and the time will only become shorter as the days pass” He sighed and looked up at all of them.

Cementos suddenly spoke up, his voice faint with horror, “My god you really are him”

"And what of the villain?" Hizashi asked, looking ,rightly, worried.

Shouta watched as, for the first time since he depowered, All Might smiled. It wasn't his usual ,practised, smile. No, it was more of a baring of teeth. The blue pupils of his sunken eyes shone with a sort of savage satisfaction and glee.

"I took care of him. '' All might said, with that terrible, horrible smile.

Shouta felt as if he couldn't breathe. For the first time, he saw a glimpse of the man behind the cheery and friendly demeanour of All Might. The man who had spent the last three or more decades ruthlessly hunting down and crushing evil.

“Very few people know about this secret.” Nedzu said, looking at all of them seriously, “I ask that none of you share this with anyone outside this room.”

“Of course” Nemuri said, seemingly shaken out of her stupefied stupor. “It's the least we can do.”

“Besides,” Aizawa said dryly, struggling to maintain a level voice “It would be a disaster if this information got out” and it really would. If criminals knew that the all powerful symbol of peace was weakening, crime would see a sudden and sharp spike.

“Thank you” said the man who was most definitely All Might. Even in his emancipated form his eyes shone with a type of strength and power that made it impossible to not respect him.

“If that is all, i have some matters i need to attend to today”

“Certainly” Nedzu said, his previous serious demeanour disappearing in a flash “I'll send you all the forms and information you need later. Thank you for agreeing to meet with us today”

All might nodded at him and then turned to all of them “Thank you all for agreeing to meet with me.” he said, bowing his head slightly. “I look forward to working with you in the future.”

Saying that he turned around and walked out of the room.

As Shouta watched the emancipated form of the number one hero walk out of the room, ducking through the doorway, his back hunched slightly, he couldn't help but feel like he was looking at Atlas, weary from all the years of carrying the sky on his shoulders.

‘How heavy’ he thought, in morbid fascination ‘Is the price of peace.’

#bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #toshinori yagi #aizawa shouta #nemuri kayama #yamada hizashi #thirteen #snipe mha #my fic post #original writing #ua teachers #nedzu #principal nedzu

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out of my league - knj | 01

you were out of my league. got my heartbeat racing. if i die, don't wake me, cause you are more than just a dream - out of my league, fitz and the tantrums

✹ summary- Kim Namjoon was never supposed to find out about your years-long hopeless crush on him. And he most definitely was not supposed to find out about it in front of all your coworkers in a company-wide meeting.

✹ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

✹ pairing- kim namjoon x reader

✹ word count- 6.6k

✹ genre- angst, smut, comedy

✹ chapter warnings- swearing, descriptions of sex, sexual content, namjoon being a sexy flirt, jungkook being a himbo, awkward conversations, jimin being a protective bff

✹ a/n- hello and welcome to this fic thats lived in my google docs for almost a year now. without @ladyartemesia @xjoonchildx @untaemedqueen and @chimoona, i would never have posted it. i truly owe so much of my brainstorming and creativity to their incredible brains and thoughts and ideas. i love them very much! i hope you enjoy this first chapter! please feel free to message me, talk to me abt anything!! im always here to chat. ILY!

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Kim Namjoon was never supposed to find out this way.

You planned to confess your undying, unerring love for your coworker at a better time, a classier place. You would wear a dress that highlighted your features, hair cascading down your back, makeup done to perfection and spritzed with expensive perfume. You’d confess, he’d confess right back, and you’d live happily ever after.

You’d also dreamt that Kim Namjoon would have the slightest inkling of who you are before he finds out about your year long crush. He might know you as the mousy girl in the office who doesn’t talk and doesn’t contribute much other than some crunched numbers and apparently the best coffee brewer in the office. But you’d prefer he knows you well—your favorite colors and movies and foods, what makes you happy and sad; things future husbands should know.

You very much did not think it would happen in a company wide conference, full of over five hundred suit-wearing executives. You did not think it would be done by the office bully, Chungha, who carefully takes over the mic and speaks the words clearly as she presents awards of recognition.

“Congratulations to Kim Namjoon for 5 years with the company, over $4 million in revenue, and the object of ____’s lust and affection. I’m sure you two will have the happy life she’s written in her journal about. Make sure you celebrate with her today!”

The room is silent, so silent you could have heard a pin drop from a mile away. Your face is cherry red and you wish the earth would open up and swallow you whole. Your heart feels like someone has ripped it in half and you stare in horror at the girl smirking at the front. Is this what it feels like to be backstabbed? Namjoon looks perplexed—confusion written on his face as he gestures around to no one in particular like he’s saying ‘what the fuck was that?’

Awkward coughing and clapping begins and Namjoon stands to receive his award, a fine wooden fountain pen, and chances a glance around the room. He easily spots you, with your wide, frightened face. His look remains passive, not hinting what he’s thinking behind those stormy eyes, before he turns and sits back down at the table with his buddies from his department.

You seriously contemplate quitting your job. You could find a new one easily, right? Just stand up and tell your boss you quit and you’re out of there before Namjoon ever sees you again and you’ll never have to face the mean girl who’s ratting you out.

As much as the idea rolls through your head, you know you won’t do it. You love your job, love the security and finances it provides you, and you love to look at Kim Namjoon, all day every day.

You don’t understand where things went wrong.

( one month ago )

It’s 9:03 am. You finish brewing the coffee in the small staff kitchen and sigh at the aroma of the freshly ground beans. Coffee is your favorite meal, favorite time of day, favorite snack, and preferred beverage. You drink it constantly. You’re known as “coffee girl” at work, mostly because no one really bothers to get to know you beyond that. You drink coffee like it’s a devoted religion. You could drink a cup right before bed and still sleep like a baby. It was, put simply, your drink.

The office workers deem you to be the one to make the pots of coffee every morning, claiming you were the ‘best’. You didn’t mind—you preferred to make your own coffee regardless—but you believe your coworkers are trying to pass off the twenty-minute job to someone lower in the office hierarchy. And you were one step above the interns.

The coffee machine chimes to let you know it’s hot, and it’s ready for you. You eagerly pour a mug, a large one, and smile as the waft of freshly ground beans (by you, of course) fills your senses.

You nearly knock the cup out of your hand as Kim Namjoon strolls into the office, eyes set on the coffee.

You feel your throat swell up, like he’s an allergen and you’re caught without an epi-pen. Butterflies swirl in your stomach and you can’t stop staring at him. He pays you no mind, tired yet determined to pour a cup of coffee and get back to his office.

You stand in the small kitchen, clutching your coffee like a lifeline, and pray to god you don’t do something stupid.

Namjoon pours his mug, and you watch his muscular hands grip the coffee pot. He pours a hefty amount of cream and sugar into his cup—it appears even perfect male specimens have their faults.

Your eyes dance on his face before they tango down his body. You wonder what he looks like in the morning, crawling out of bed with mussed hair and a sleepy smile painted on his face. He’d look at you and tell you you’re the most beautiful girl and kiss you deeply despite morning breath. Maybe he’d take you to the shower to press you against the tile as he fuc-

“Oh!” it startles Namjoon to see you, and the coffee in his hand swishes violently. “Didn’t see you there. Sorry!”

Your heart melts. He’s the picture of kindness and politeness. You recognize it’s been a few seconds and you still haven’t replied.

“It’s fine!”

“Great coffee, by the way,” he smiles. His teeth nearly knock you out cold with their brilliance. “Have a good day.”

He turns and exits the room without so much as a glance back at you. Your knees feel weak.

Kim Namjoon talked to you. He complimented you. He told you to have a good day. It’s the best and most significant conversation you’ve had with your secret crush.

You definitely file that away for another day when you need to reminisce on his compliment, and you scurry out of the kitchen towards your desk.

Park Jimin is waiting dutifully at your desk when you arrive, a smug smile still slapped over your features as you sip at your coffee. Namjoon spoke to you today—how lovely.

Jimin quirks an eyebrow.

“What’s got you so perky this morning?”

You’re normally quiet and passive, avoiding eye contact or any semblance of emotion on your face.

You look up at the blonde bespectacled boy. Park Jimin is the closest thing to a best friend in the company. He’s who you spend time with at lunch, see on weekends, and text often. You suppose he’s the closest thing to a best friend you have in your entire life.

You send him a smirk and lean in close to whisper. “Namjoon said hi to me today!”

Jimin sends you a pitiful look and pats your shoulder. Your best friend is well aware of your secret crush and while he thinks Namjoon is a nice guy, he thinks your crush is a little hopeless. He’s the most popular guy in the office, often has dates lined up every weekend. Jimin hears the way he and his friends talk in the break room. The man is definitely not hurting for female attention.

“Oh, honey,” he sighs, unenthusiastically. “That’s great.” He can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness over how excited you’re getting from a simple ‘hello’ from a coworker.

“I know, right? Anyway, lunch today?” You ask as you settle down into your cubicle.

Jimin pushes his glasses up his face and nods. “Of course! That’s why I came by this morning. I wanted to let you know that Jungkook from marketing will join us.”

You make a face, disgust etched in the lines creasing your forehead.

“Why?”

Jungkook is well known in the company. He’s a loudmouth, a player, a clown, and everyone’s favorite comedian. He’s just not your favorite.

“Don’t be rude,” Jimin admonishes at your grimace. “He asked to join and well—he’s cute. I can’t say no to him.”

“Oh Christ, Jimin,” you groan. “Not you too! Don’t tell me you have the hots for the serial fuckboy?”

He blushes lightly and shrugs. “Maybe I do! Be nice to him today or I’ll eat all your chocolate ice cream I know you have at home.”

You stick your tongue out, petulantly. “Fine, now let me get to work or else Seokjin will be up my ass.”

Jimin smiles and kisses your cheek before he scurries away, back to human resources.

It feels as if barely any time has passed. You’re working hard, running calculations and updating spreadsheets. You have an eye for numbers, and losing yourself in an equation is just another day for you. You’re shaken from your cheerful place by a vibration from your phone, and a text alert popping on the lit screen.

jimin 12:01 pm- it’s lunchtime!! you better get your butt out here!

You smile and text back an affirmative reply, then move to grab your lunch from the company fridge. Gliding down the steps leading to the fresh outdoors, you meet Jimin at the lunch tables in the grass.

Jimin is sitting with Jungkook. You can recognize your best friend by his hair and glasses, and Jungkook by his obnoxious laughter.

“Hi,” you murmur as you sit down and open up the brown bag lunch you’ve brought.

“Hi!” Jimin is excited to see you, and just a pinch over eager to be sitting next to Jungkook.

“You know Jungkook, right?” Jimin asks, a harsh look in his eyes that reminds you to be on your best behavior.

You nod as you pull out a bag of grapes. “Oh, yeah, hey,” you smile. “I’ve seen you around.”

Jungkook delivers you a signature smirk and you feel yourself roll your eyes internally. “Yeah, you’re Coffee Girl, right?”

You pout and glare down at your brown bag lunch. Will you ever become more than just Coffee Girl?

“Yeah, I suppose that’s me.”

Jimin clears his throat to dismiss any awkwardness.

“So, Jungkook, I hear you like working out? ___ likes to work out too. She drags me to the gym sometimes. Maybe we could all meet up sometime?” You don’t miss the hopeful lilt in his voice. Jungkook does.

“Oh, yeah?” He narrows a sexy look at you, rather—a look he thinks is sexy that you find off-putting. “What do you do at the gym? Little cardio sets with 5 pound weights?”

What an asshole.

“Sometimes,” you state as you take a bite of the homemade salad you handcrafted last night. “Most of the time I’m lifting heavy. I can bench 275 and deadlift 300.”

Jungkook looks taken back. “What, really?” He sounds breathless. “You lift more than Namjoon-hyung.”

At the sound of the love of your life’s name, you pause. Your face heats quickly and Jungkook smirks. Of course, he recognizes this and not Jimin’s obvious flirting.

“Why are you blushing?” He asks. “Did I say something?”

You’re quick to dismiss things. “Um--no. I just um,” you’re grasping at straws. “I’m hot.”

Jimin is trying not to laugh, hiding his mouth behind a petite hand.

Jungkook tilts his head. “It’s not even sunny today.”

You gulp. “Yeah, I must be hot. With a fever. M-malaria… probably.”

Jungkook snorts.

“You have malaria? Bummer.” He picks at his nails. “I thought for a moment you had a thing for Namjoon.”

“No!” The retort is quick, too quick for normal conversation, and it gives you away.

“Aha!” Jungkook points an accusing finger at you. “You have the hots for him, don’t you?”

Your features melt, and Jimin tries to assuage the situation. “Jungkook, please don’t tell anyone,” he pleads.

Jungkook smiles at you. “That’s so cute. It’s like a little nerdy freshman crushing on the senior class president.”

You bury your head in your hands, suddenly unable to stomach any food.

“Jungkook,” Jimin’s tone becomes more firm, authoritative. “I’m asking you this as a friend. Please, don’t say anything.”

Jungkook holds his hands up to prove his innocence and waves his proverbial white flag.

“Secret is safe with me,” he promises. “But it’s cute. I know him really well, you know. I could try to hook you two up.”

You blanch, unsure if you want Jungkook saying anything about you to the man of your dreams.

“I’m good, but thanks,” you offer meekly. “I’m not feeling well. I’m going to head back to work, okay?”

Jimin frowns, knowing you’re feeling like a cornered animal, and nods. “Feel better, babe,” he sighs.

Jungkook watches as you leave and turns to Jimin. “Man, he’s way out of her league.”

Jimin slaps the boy in the chest. “Be nice, asshole, that’s my best friend.”

Jungkook promises to be nice, and Jimin is blissfully unaware that others are listening and that the man beside him is easy to persuade.

( present day )

The company-wide meeting adjourns soon after what is likely to be the most embarrassing moment you’ve ever lived through.

You’re grabbing at your things and trying to run out of the room, desperate to get out before anyone sees you or talks to you or laughs at you.

A hand grabs at the coattails of your suit jacket and you’re pulled backwards with a yelp. You turn to seek your captor and find the concerned face of your best friend, Jimin.

“Are you okay? What the fuck just happened?”

Jimin’s concern makes it all real. Until now you could pretend you were in a fugue state, totally dissociated from reality. Now, you realize that everyone in the entire company is aware of your crush on Kim Namjoon.

You can feel your bottom lip wobble, tears threatening to spill. Jimin murmurs an ‘oh shit’ and drags you out of the large room and into the nearest bathroom. He pushes you to sit against the sink and passes you toilet paper to dab at your eyes.

“I don’t know how she found out!” you cry. “God, I feel so stupid and embarrassed.”

It incenses Jimin. He’s holding it back to ensure you’re okay, but in reality, it’s an HR nightmare waiting to happen. He’ll find who did it and punish them accordingly.

They will suffer.

“It’s okay, babe,” he pulls you into a hug. “Everyone will forget about it soon. They’ll think it’s just a lame office joke, okay?”

You nod, feeling the slightest bit comforted by his words.

“How could she find out, Jiminie?” You ask with a sniffle. “You’re the only person who knows.”

Jimin sighs and shakes his head.

“I don’t know, but they’re dead. I haven’t told any-... oh, my god,” Jimin stops suddenly. You look up at him to catch what he’s thinking.

He growls and balls his fists.

“Jungkook knew.”

You let out a sob and bawl your eyes out into the tissue you’re holding. Jimin holds you tighter while he conjures up a hundred different ways to hurt someone and make it look like an accident.

“Don’t worry,” Jimin sighs, trying to comfort both you and himself. “I’m HR. I have to handle this. I’ll make sure they get what they deserve.”

You feel a sting of pain for Jimin. He’s been hopelessly doting on the man who spilled the beans for a few months now, even got to take him on a few dates. It was still nothing serious, but Jimin was clearly smitten.

“I’m sorry you have to do that, Chim,” you whisper. “I know how you feel about him.”

“Yeah, well,” he swallows thickly. “You’re more important than any asshole.”

Jimin holds you tight for a few minutes longer, before you clean yourself up and steel yourself. Ignore everyone, Jimin encourages. Just get to work, he says. Then you can go home and we’ll drink wine and forget about it all, he promises.

You replay his words in his head like a prayer as you walk down the corridors and towards your office. Everyone in the hallways stops to stare at you. They lean towards their friends and whisper. You hear snippets of their gossip, like “Namjoon” and “out of her league”. It drives the sharp blade lodged in your chest even further. It threatens to collapse your lungs and break your ribs.

You make it to your desk safe and sound and bury yourself in work and forcibly ignore the gawking and the stares.

Just make it home. Just get through the day. You’re almost there.

You could do this.

You nearly make it the entire day before running into the one person you didn’t want to see, Kim Namjoon.

At the end of the day, you’re taking the stairs down to the parking garage instead of the elevator. The elevator is too busy, too many people, and you’re trying to avoid the stares and giggles at your expense. The stairs are always deserted and you figure it’s your safest bet.

You can nearly hear the wine calling your name at home. A delicate glass of Sauvignon Blanc and some chocolate ice cream and a good cry—it sounds like the best and only way to unwind after the worst day you’ve ever had in your life.

The chanting of your name gets louder and you wonder if you’ve finally lost your mind—if you’re actually hearing your wine bottles all the way at home talking to you.

No, wait. The voice is real, and coming from behind you. You turn around to face who’s calling you and nearly faint at the sight.

Kim Namjoon stands on the landing above you, one strip of stairs between you.

“Hey!” He seems glad he’s caught you. “I’ve been calling your name for a minute.”

You swallow and search for an answer.

“Sorry, I’m-.. I guess I’m just a little out of it today.”

Namjoon grimaces.

“Yeah, about that…” he begins as he takes the steps down to be on equal ground as you. Your heart is spinning wildly. He’s so close to you. He’s talking to you. On any other day you’d be erupting towards the sky like a firework. But today isn’t any other day.

“I feel like I should apologize,” he states. “I don’t know what happened. I didn’t plan it or anything.”

Damn him and his kindness. Damn him and his cute, awkward smile.

“No, no,” you assure. “I know you didn’t. You don’t have to apologize.”

It’s hard to make eye contact with the man. You want to, know it’s important in intense conversations like this, but the thought of him seeing you—really seeing you makes you ache inside.

“It was a really shitty prank,” he begins. “I’m sure you don’t even know who I am, let alone have a crush on me.”

For the millionth time that day, your face heats to a near boil. You stammer and you’re sure you’ve blown any chance at even thinking about a date with Namjoon.

“Oh, uh, right,” you seek an answer, beg your brain to pick something to say that doesn’t make you sound stupid. “I do.”

“You do what?” He’s confused and you widen your eyes at what just left your mouth.

“I do know you! I mean, I do have a crush on you! Oh, fuck,” you shove your face into your hands. “Please, ignore that. I need to go. Sorry!” You don’t give him a chance to reply, you book it out of the stairway as fast as your heels will take you.

Today was the worst day you’ve suffered through in your life.

The next few days aren’t much better.

Not only are you “coffee girl”, you’re now also sarcastically called “Namjoon’s girl”. As much as you hate your initial title, you’d prefer it to the new one they throw at you as you walk by.

Jimin rats out Jungkook and Chungha to the bosses. They get two weeks probation and they have to write you apology letters if they wish to keep their permanent files clean of any reprimands. It’s a slap on the wrist, and everyone involved knows it. Jimin is furious and wants the boss to reconsider. You tell him not to push it. You’d rather this be over and everyone to forget it even happened. Jimin unwillingly agrees.

You’re working at your desk, earphones shoved in your ears to diffuse the gossip in the room, when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn and are greeted with the face of Judas Iscariot himself, Jeon Jungkook.

“Hi,” he sounds sheepish, cheeks reddening.

You narrow your eyes at him, sharper than steel. “What the fuck do you want?”

He winces, knowing he deserved that. “Well, I just wanted to apologize. I know they told me to write you a letter, but it seems too impersonal…”.

You can’t believe Jungkook is sucking his ego up and actually coming to you to apologize. You thought he’d for sure be the one to cop out and send a shitty letter.

He continues.

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry that all went down. I didn’t mean to tell her. She got me drunk and said she saw me eating lunch with you and Jimin. I think she was jealous or something and it slipped out. I know that’s not an excuse. I fucked up your trust and Jimin’s trust. But I just wanted you to know I didn’t do it to be an asshole. She sort of duped me.”

You pause as you take in the man’s apology. He didn’t have to come to you in person. He could have easily taken the shitty route and half-assed a letter to you. But he didn't, and he owned up to his mistake. God dammit.

“I appreciate your apology, Jungkook,” you sigh and you see his body visibly relax. “I’m still mad, but I guess the anger is at her for doing it in the first place. I’m sorry she tricked you.”

He breathes a sigh of relief and kneels down beside you. “I’m really happy you believe me. I was worried you were going to kick me in the nuts.

“I won’t lie, I thought about it.”

He smiles with you, and you feel like this is the restart of a friendship. “I definitely deserved it.”

You shrug and smile. “Jimin would kill me for hurting you. He might even kill me for thinking about hurting you.”

Jungkook’s smile drops at the name of your best friend. Yikes. Looks like there’s still trouble in paradise.

“I think you’d be in similar company with Jimin right now. He’s not speaking to me.”

You let out a breath through your nose. “Yeah, he’s a little protective of me.”

“For good reason,” he admits. “You’re like a cute little flower. A cute nerdy flower.”

“Jungkook,” you warn. “I just forgave you after I was humiliated in front of the entire company. I’d be careful with calling me nerdy right now.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”

It’s hard to stay mad at the boy, no matter how much you dislike his reputation around the office. The fact that he humbled himself enough to seek you out and apologize is proof enough to you of his character.

“It’s okay, Jungkook. I forgive you,” you smile. “Thank you for apologizing.”

He rubs the back of his neck anxiously as his cheeks flare red.

“Yeah, it felt pretty shitty to just… do anything else. Plus, you seem really cool.”

“You seem great, too, Jungkook.”

He smiles and pulls you in for a hug, catching you off guard. For the fuckboy type, he’s surprisingly sensitive and soft. You like that about him.

“I’ll see you around, okay?” He says as he pulls away from you.

“Maybe you should apologize to Jimin, too?”

His smile drops, but he nods anyway. “Yeah, maybe I’ll go find him now.”

“Good luck,” you offer with a pat on his shoulder.

With a sad smile, he turns and heads down the hallway towards the HR department. You pray Jimin shows mercy to the handsome boy.

A few weeks go by, and you’re sure that everyone has forgotten about you and your most embarrassing moment to date. You make the coffee, you calculate the numbers, everyone ignores you. Things return to relative normalcy.

Until it doesn't. The moment you think you're safe is the moment your guard comes down and everything falls apart around you.

It's when you're in the staff kitchen, grinding fresh beans to brew a second pot of coffee, that it happens.

The kitchen is fuller than usual. You normally try to wait until the lunchtime crowd dwindles and leaves to make your second pot, but you're so desperate for the caffeine that you can't find it in you to care.

You trudge into the kitchen with your handy coffee mug clutched in your tired hands and head towards the cupboards to grind up the beans.

There's a few groups of coworkers lingering in the room, and as your grinder whirs the beans around into a powder, you chance a look around to see who's among the crowd.

Your eyes flick immediately to where a hearty laugh erupts. It makes your heart still in your throat. Namjoon sits with his usual crowd of friends, hand gripping a homemade sandwich while the other assists him in telling his story to his friends. He pays you no mind—why would he?—and you can't help but stare at the way his dark brown hair lays perfectly against his forehead, and his eyes crinkle so cutely at the edges when he smiles.

You nearly forget about the coffee grounds—you're snapped out of your Namjoon-induced trance when suddenly a woman's laugh echoes around the room.

"Look at her," the voice states.

You peer up and see a girl you vaguely recognize. Is she from Marketing? Or perhaps Sales? You’re not sure, but she’s staring at you with a sneer.

“She’s so weirdly obsessed with Namjoon. It’s so creepy.”

Your face turns cherry red and you’re sure your lungs stop functioning. The air your body needs to breathe freezes and your chest aches.

Namjoon turns to look at the girl before he looks and sees you grasping your coffee grounds tightly.

“Chungha was right—it’s so weird. Namjoon, you should talk to HR about this!”

Namjoon turns back to the gossiping coworker and frowns. “Can you leave it alone? She wasn’t even doing anything.”

The girl huffs and crosses her arms over her chest and looks back at Namjoon.

“How can you stand to be in the same room as her? She clearly thinks she has a chance with you.”

Her words come out like a bite. She punctuates her point with a harsh laugh and the group around her mumbles and chuckles in agreement.

You’re desperately grabbing at anything you can, wanting to leave as quickly as possible before you’re embarrassed further.

“Well, she does!” Namjoon replies loudly, annoyance written in his features. “I was actually going to ask her to dinner this weekend in private, but since everyone is so fucking interested in my love life, I have to do it publicly.”

The room falls silent, and your favorite mug falls out from your hands and shatters on the floor. All sets of eyes stare at you while yours widen with disbelief—you don't even care that you’re standing in a pool of old coffee and shattered ceramic.

Namjoon stands and heads over to you, bending down to pick up the shards of your coffee mug. You take a few stunted breaths to kneel and help.

His eyes peer into yours. They’re warm—a chocolate brown color that makes you feel safe.

“What do you say?” He asks with a smile so gentle it nearly breaks your heart. “Will you let me take you out this weekend?”

You’re gaping like a fish and the surrounding room is silent—bated breath waiting for your reply.

“Yes, I would l-love that.”

His smile turns even brighter, and he stands to throw the broken mug away.

“I’ll email you the details, okay?”

Your head nods dumbly without thinking. His eyes sparkle as he smiles at you, and he extends his hand down to you to assist you off the floor. As your hand slips into his, you can’t help but feel how soft and strong he feels. You wonder what his hand would feel like caressing your face, smoothing down the expanse of your bare back, running down the length of your body.

The thoughts shake out of you as he winks and kisses your hand gently, causing the gossiping coworker to grunt her disapproval and for murmurs of shock to echo around the room.

“I’ll talk to you later, doll.” Namjoon winks at you before he grabs his sandwich and leaves the room, gesturing to his crew to follow along.

The place on your hand felt warm where his lips once lingered. You no longer cared about the angry glares from the rest of your coworkers. Your heart beats wildly in your chest, and you leave the kitchen nearly floating on cloud nine.

Email from: Kim Namjoon

Sent: 3:06 pm

Subject: Hey good lookin ;)

Hey!

Just wanted to see how you are! I’m sorry about what happened at lunchtime. That was super petty and uncalled for. I really wanted to ask you out, and I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much by doing it in front of everyone.

I was wondering if you’d like to go out this Friday night after work? Say around 7? If you send me your address, I’ll pick you up.

Let me know!

Xoxo, Joon

You’re sure if you weren’t sitting in your tiny cubicle, you’d be screaming your lungs out.

The second the notification of the email came through, direct from the man of your desires himself, your body froze.

You re-read the message, over and over and over.

The winky emoji, the xoxo, the nickname ‘joon’. It’s all so much and makes the grin on your face threaten to split your lips in half.

Your fingers press the “FWD” button and you quickly send the message to Jimin, before you stand demurely, attempting to give off an air of professional confidence. You need to talk to Jimin, now.

As soon as you’re out of the eyesight of suspicious coworkers, you bolt down the hallway towards Human Resources. Your high heels click loudly on the tiled floor, but the sound doesn’t even register in your mind. All you can think about is Namjoon, the email, the press of his lips on your hand, the way his smile made you feel as if you could fly.

The door to HR swings open with your tight grip around the doorknob, and you open your mouth to call to Jimin, the lone employee, when you’re startled by the sight ahead of you.

Jimin sits on the edge of his expansive desk with his arms thrown around Jungkook’s neck and is clearly engaged in a deep, sensual kiss. At the sound of the door opening, they quickly break apart, with matching cherry red blushes on their cheeks and mused hair.

“Oh, shit,” you gasp.

The men are silent and you can’t help but giggle after a moment passes. “I’ll take it you two made up?”

Jungkook flashes you a dopey grin, one that gives you an answer, while Jimin smirks haughtily.

“Jungkook and I were just discussing, umm… his 401k.”

Jungkook looks at the blonde boy for a moment, confused, before he gets it. “Yeah! Totally. Retirement. Love to t-talk about it?”

You laugh out loud and walk towards the couple.

“I’m sure it was a titillating discussion,” you tease. “I have good news though, if it’s okay to interrupt this retirement planning session.”

Jimin nods and Jungkook rubs at the back of his neck awkwardly. “I guess I should leave?”

“It’s okay,” you smile. “I trust you.”

Jungkook smiles as if he’s just won the lottery. He looks between you and Jimin, face pure and excited like a puppy.

“What’s up?” Jimin asks as he moves to sit down at his desk.

“I forwarded you an email. Read it.”

Jimin nods and logs on to his posh computer, scrolling and clicking before narrowing his eyes and reading.

“Oh, my god.” Jimin’s face is shocked—it's written all over his features. “Namjoon asked you out?!”

Jungkook’s child-like grin turns into one of shock himself. He runs around to stand behind Jimin, eyes seeking over the words of the email.

“Well, hot damn,” Jungkook whistles. “He asked her out.”

Jimin exchanges a look with Jungkook, one that you’re not sure you can read. It quickly slips your mind, however, as you’re more focused on the task at hand.

“Can you come over tonight after work and help me pick out something to wear?” You ask excitedly.

Jimin smiles at you, a touch of sadness in his eyes, before he nods.

“Of course, babe,” he assures. “We’ll make sure you look nice and hot for the date with Mr. Kim.”

“Thank you!” You squeal as you wrap your arms around your best friend. He hugs you back before you scurry out of the office and back to your cubicle, itching to reply to the message.

Jimin sighs as the door to his office closes behind you.

“Kook, please don’t tell me he’s going to break her heart. He’s asking her out to make himself feel better about this, isn’t he?”

Jungkook slips his hand into Jimin’s and squeezes.

“I’ll find out, baby.”

Jimin smiles and nods appreciatively at the boy, before leaning up and kissing him.

Jungkook smiles against his lips, and is determined to ensure the young HR specialist never hates him again, even if he has to go behind his hyung’s back to ensure his new boyfriend’s happiness.

Jungkook has one mission now, and that’s ensuring Namjoon takes you on the greatest date known to man.

He grills Jimin with questions about what you like over dinner one night. Jimin finds it endearing that Jungkook is so eager to rectify his mistakes, but he still can’t help but worry that Namjoon is doing this to save face—not because he actually likes you.

“So, what does she like doing?” Jungkook asks as he spins his pasta around his chopsticks idly.

Jimin smiles as he takes a bite of the ramen Jungkook has thoughtfully prepared for their stay-at-home date.

“I’ve told you already! She’s easy to figure out.” Jimin pats Jungkook’s hand gently. “She loves cooking and baking, working out, daydreaming about Namjoon.”

“Cooking, hm,” Jungkook looks thoughtful as he takes a bite. “I think Namjoon can work with that. I’ll let him know!”

Jimin tries to hide the anxiety brewing in his stomach. He’s had to plaster on a fake smile for you while you tried on different outfits, wondering which will be the one to finally convince Namjoon he is the one for you. It’s hard to fake it around his boyfriend, too—but something tugs in his stomach that flares the cynical side of him.

Namjoon went from not knowing of your existence, to watching you get publicly embarrassed in a matter of minutes. While Namjoon isn’t a terrible guy, Jimin knows he doesn’t like anything to tarnish the gentleman reputation he’s built in the office. And as much as Jimin likes him, and surely likes his friend Jungkook, he can’t help but feel skeptical.

Jungkook hurriedly pulls out his phone and types away, letting his elder friend know of what he’s found out. Jimin swallows his food, and his pride, and hopes to god his growing cynicism is wrong.

Friday comes slower than you’d like. You wake up every day during the week, one day closer, and your eagerness hits peak levels. Namjoon sees you in the hallways during the week and winks at you, hands shoved in his tight slacks that make you salivate.

He emails you again Thursday afternoon, confirming things and getting your address. You reply in nanoseconds, uncaring how overeager you come off.

By the time your alarm clock rings on Friday morning, you’ve already been awake for 4 hours.

All you can do is daydream about the date, the way his hand fits into yours, the warmth of his eyes when he smiles at you.

It’s what fuels you through work.

You hope to god the numbers you’re attempting to work during the day come out right, because your mind is elsewhere for more than most of the day. There isn’t enough coffee in the world, but also your body feels as if you’ve overdosed on caffeine already.

The clock eeks towards 5:00 pm and you’re bolting out the door at 4:56 to head home and get ready for your date.

Jimin attempts to meet you before you leave, but your desk is cold and empty by the time he gets there.

He sighs and heads back towards his office to gather his things, waving bye to various coworkers as they file out of the corporate building.

He turns the corner towards his office but stops in his tracks as he sees Namjoon’s back to him, phone pressed to his ear.

“Baby, I’ll come over later tonight, okay?” Namjoon speaks into the phone.

Jimin feels his heart fall into the pit of his stomach. He retreats and hides behind a wall, ear carefully peeled to listen to the tall man’s conversation.

“I’m going on this date with that chick from work,” he sighs. “It won’t last more than a few hours. Poor girl has a crush on me and you know the usual assholes won’t leave her alone.”

Jimin bites his lip and clenches his fist. Namjoon thinks he means well, but he knows his suspicions have been confirmed, and he’s torn inside. He wants to tell you, to warn you not to get too invested in the man, but he also has no interest in popping the bubble you’ve been in since the day he asked you out.

Jimin lets it simmer for now. He decides he’ll monitor Namjoon and cut things off if it appears the man strings you along for fun.

Namjoon finishes his phone call with a promise to see whoever is on the other end of the phone later that night, and Jimin quickly pulls out his phone and fakes a conversation with no one when he hears the man approach.

“Oh, Kookie,” Jimin giggles, leaning against the wall casually. “I can’t wait to see you tonight, either, babe.”

Namjoon walks towards Jimin and makes eye contact with the HR specialist.

“Bye, Kook! See you tonight, baby.” Jimin finishes up the fake phone call as Namjoon arrives next to him, and he plasters on his best fake smile.

“Congrats on you and Jungkook,” he speaks sincerely.

Jimin hates how nice he is, hates that he’s a nice guy who gets too wrapped up in his own good looks and reputation.

“Thanks, Namjoon,” Jimin smiles uneasily. “You too! Have fun on your date tonight.”

Namjoon’s face lights up and Jimin desperately wishes he could go back in time to 30 seconds ago, before he heard the conversation, and believe that Namjoon truly wanted to date you.

“Thanks, should be fun, huh?” He winks and nudges Jimin, before he waves a goodbye and continues out the door.

Jimin pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials the number of his boyfriend.

“Hey, baby. We’ve got a problem.”

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Coyote

*not my images*

Rita Calhoun x fem!reader Fills the “Sweet About Me” by Gabriella Cilmi square for thatesqcrush‘s Vday bingo. Warnings: Language, brief mention of drugs, sexually charged situations, smut, public sexual contact.

Rita was absolutely bored out of her skull, her newest client she’d picked up after arraignment was not one that required her usual level of expertise. He’d been picked up on a drug charge, having gotten out of jail a few year prior for similar charges, and he was exactly the type of man child that Rita simply could not stand. Mid twenties, a few tattoos scrambled across his body in a distasteful manner, clad in jeans half down his ass and a ratted t-shirt. How the fuck he was able to afford her she had no idea, though it came up once they were talking over his case that his sister would be footing the bill and things started to make a little bit more sense from there on in.

She was thrown for another loop when you got there, her assistant knocking on the door briefly to announce your presence. She’d expected a suit, maybe a nice pair of heels, someone that looked like they would run in the same circles as herself. Instead she was faced with a bright faced 30 something in capri leggings and a baggy tank top, bright pink sports bra peeking out from underneath.

“Sorry I’m later than I said, traffic was a bitch.” You apologized as you entered the room, “are you guys about wrapped up?” You leant your hip against the free chair in front of her desk.

“We are.” Rita huffed, flipping the file shut. There was no sense dragging anything out, this case was so far beneath her she could win it in her sleep.

“Perfect.” You punched your brother’s shoulder, “Cody go wait in the car.” You delved into your purse, pulling out a thick envelope, passing it to the older woman. Her brow furrowed, sliding a finger through the seal to open it, finding a very hefty wad of cash inside.

“I..don’t think I have ever been paid in cash before.”

“It’s all there. If you want me to wait for you to count it I can.” You offered, she raised a brow to you, a curious expression on her face and you suddenly realized just how bad this looked. “Oh god! It’s not drug money! I swear! I don’t run in the same circles this idiot does. The last time I heard from him before today was five years ago when he got out of jail the first time.” You shot him a glare.

“Yeah it’s just hooker money.” He shot back.

“Seriously?” You rolled your eyes.

“Okay, okay fine, it’s stripper money.” He poked fun again, a smirk on his lips and you groaned, punching his arm again.

“I’m sorry did you want me to take the money back so you can try your chances with a public defender and end up with your ass fucking buddies again?”

Rita couldn’t help but quietly chuckle at your no bullshit attitude, even if you hadn’t spoken in five years it as very apparent that you were siblings and that you were the older one. Cody finally submitted, grumbling something about you being a bitch while he shuffled from the office.

“Sorry.” You muttered, turning back to Rita.

“Don’t worry about it I think it’s sweet you’re helping your brother out.”

“Oh there’s nothing sweet about me.” You grinned, a gleam took over your eyes that made Rita’s face heat. “Also…not a stripper.”

“I’m not here to judge.” She smiled.

“If any of those bills are sticky I promise it’s not bodily fluids. Just…liquor…or whipped cream.” Rita’s head tilted at your words.

“Well now you can mark me down as intrigued. What is it that you do?”

“Oh.” You smirked, your hand diving into your bag briefly, pulling out a pack of matches, flicking it so it landed on Rita’s desk, “I’m a coyote.”

With a wink and an absolutely adorable giggle, you were gone from her office, leaving Rita to pick up the matchbook, inspecting the words printed across it. You’d barely answered her and now she was even more confused than earlier, a world of questions running through her brain, the main one wondering if she was reading you right, if you had actually been flirting with her.

Friday afternoon Rita was on her way out of the sixteenth precinct ducking into the elevator alongside Amanda, watching the doors slide shut. Her hand sunk into her pocket and she felt a piece of cardboard, her brow scrunching at the sensation, pulling it out of her jacket. She flipped the matchbook around in her fingers, reminiscing on your words, thinking about the spark in your eye while you spoke to her.

“You smoke?” Amanda’s surprised voice broke through her thoughts.

“What?” She turned to the detective, who in turn gestured to the matches, “oh, no. One of my client’s, his sister’s footing the bill, paid all in cash. When I asked what it was that she did for a living she said she was a coyote? Tossed me these.”

Amanda’s hand reached out in a gesture that asked for her to take a look at the small black book. Scrawled across the front was the name ‘Vixen’, nothing but an an address on the back.

“If I had to guess I’d say she works at Coyote Ugly.” Amanda handed the book back to Rita who pocketed it again.

“Can’t say I’ve ever heard of it.”

“It’s a bar.” The blonde laughed, “we’ve got one down in Atlanta, my sister would’ve done anything to work there. But it takes…a certain kind of person.”

“It’s not a strip club?”

“No.” Amanda laughed again, “coyotes are what they call their bartenders, they’re….entertainers throughout the night too. It’s…over sexualized, but the clothes stay on.” Rita hummed over the information, biting at her bottom lip while she began to get lost in thought again. “Ya know, it is Friday, she’s probably working tonight.”

“You’re suggesting I simply show up at her workplace?”

“She did give you the address. Safe to say the ball’s in your court Counsellor.” Amanda smirked as the elevator doors slid open, “I take it she was cute?” Rita laughed, half rolling her eyes, to be completely honest this was the longest conversation she’d had with the detective, and certainly the only one not related to work.

“Very.” She replied with grin.

“Well then let’s go, I’ll pick you up at eight.” Honestly, Amanda needed a night out, and if she had the opportunity to witness this, she wasn’t going to pass that up. “And…this…isn’t a designer duds type place. Do you…own jeans?”

Rita shot her a glare in return, earning a chuckle from the blonde as they made their way out of the building.

“I am perfectly capable of dressing myself thank you.” She half teased, “I’ll see you at eight.”

Rita had done a little bit of searching up on Coyote Ugly after she got home that evening, but there really was nothing that could prepare her for seeing the bar in full swing, and you in full work mode. Her and Amanda had arrived shortly after nine, while the place wasn’t packed, it was definitely busy. Three coyotes were up on the bar, synchronized in alluring choreography while the other two were slinging drinks behind the wood.

“Please tell me she’s the one on the right….”

“That would be her…” Rita was instantly transfixed, not just at the way that you were moving, but how completely different your character was compared to back in her office. The outfit you had on certainly wasn’t helping, cut off denim shorts, a cropped tank top with a visible bright pink bejewelled push up bra underneath.

As if you knew they were talking about you, your hair over dramatically flipped and you glanced up over your shoulder, catching eye contact with Rita, a grin on your cheeks you shot her a wink. Part of you instantly regretted the fact that you’d offered a tidal wave at the end of the song, but then again, maybe that would help you a hell of a lot more than hurt. As one of the other girls swiftly set up for the tidal wave you undid the flannel around your waist, tossing it to one of the girls who was bartending, you didn’t need it getting wet right now.

The thing with tidal waves were that well, they were exactly that, usually at this time of night you’d only use one jug of water, but this guy had very quickly offered over $150 for it, so you were going all in. Four buckets of water, and a lot of theatric hair flipping later, you handed the man his shot, cheers-ing him with a red bull.

“She is fucking drenched.” Amanda commented, impressed at your dedication.

“She’s not the only one.” Rita muttered, “what?” She asked in response to Amanda’s near baffled expression.

“Nothing…just…learnt a lot about you in the past six hours…” She pinched at Rita’s elbow, “now let’s go say hi, cause like hell I’m letting you leave this bar without her.”

You spotted the two of them making their way up, making your way over to an empty spot at the bar, crouching down, balancing on one foot and the shin of your other leg.

“Ya figured it out.” You grinned and Rita laughed softly.

“I had a little bit of help.” She gestured to Amanda.

“Hey blondie.” You nodded, “you guys need some drinks? I’ve got Johnny blue?”

“That’s perfect.” Rita smiled, watching you grab a bottle, flipping it with ease while you poured out her drink, sliding an extra cup with ice over to her, your eyes returning to Amanda.

“IPA?”

“Yeah.” You pulled a bar blade out of your cleavage, swiftly cracking the bottle open, passing it to her. Rita made the move for her wallet and you shook her off, “first round’s on the house.” You winked.

“Thanks.” Amanda nodded in appreciation, you grinned out a thank you as she shoved a ten in the tip jar.

“Hope you two are planning on sticking around.” You smirked as one of the other girls came to tag you out, handing you back your previously stripped off flannel, “now, I’m gonna go change. As fun as it looks, wet denim is less than enjoyable.”

The two women laughed while you gave them a playful wave and disappeared into the back, leaving them to weave their way through the crowd to find a small table against the wall.

“You need to at least get her phone number tonight.”

“Oh come on Rollins!”

“So the flirting was just for show then? Believe me, she’s down.”

“Flirting is part of her job. Especially in a place like this. Besides, we don’t even know if she’s actually interested in women.”

“Oh, so the flannel and the ring on the middle finger were just coincidences? You’re tellin’ me she wasn’t eye fucking you the entire time you two were talking? And I’m sure she chose that beer opener because her favourite show is Rainbow Brite.” Rita cocked an eyebrow the blonde, “I’m a trained detective, remember?” She laughed, “and my investigative skills are telling me that she, wants to bang. Specifically….you.”

“Oh my God Amanda.”

“Whatever, you know I’m right.”

Rita couldn’t help the small grin that accompanied her rolling eyes as she took a sip of her whiskey, her eyes dragging back up to the bar where you’d returned in a different yet similar outfit. Your smile evident on your face as you flitted around behind the bar pouring drinks, taking cash, dancing along a little less enthusiastically to the music than before. Though that didn’t mean her gaze wasn’t still drawn straight to you, there was a light to you that she simply couldn’t resist.

The two of them alternated between getting new rounds of drinks, Rita’s timing was unfortunately off, you were back up on the bar the next time she went up. Though you only had eyes for her, showing off a little harder while you knew she was watching. An hour or so later Amanda came back up, you refilled their drinks and mentioned that you’d started your shift halfway through the afternoon, and you were clocking out at eleven thirty, if someone was interested in meeting you out front, that’s where you would be.

By the time you’d punched out, you’d honestly half forgotten about your flirtation, shifting back into post work mood. Throwing your mini duffle across your body you shot a smile to the bouncer, bidding him a goodnight, more than well aware that his eyes were following you into the parking lot. It was part of their contract that they walk you to your cars or see you safely into a cab at the end of the night, so you were more than used to it now.

Rita’s head shot up at the sound of the door opening, a soft smile taking over her cheeks at the sight of you. You’d changed your shorts into leggings, cowboy boots swapped out for converse, and the flannel thrown over you, still open exposing your shirt. She watched the way you laughed a goodnight to a coworker, your hand brushing through your finally somewhat dry hair before your eyes moved across the lot, settling on her. A small smile broke onto your cheeks, nodding your head toward her in a ‘come join me’ motion as you crossed to a food truck.

“Kinda surprised you stayed.” You greeted, boldly taking a step toward her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“What can I say, you were more than enticing.” She smiled and you chuckled.

“There’s my favourite coyote!” The food truck driver laughed, greeting you with a high five, “you done already?”

“Oh come on!” You teased, “you knew Friday’s are my early days.”

“The usual?” He asked.

“Yeah but make it double.” You smiled, tossing down the cash to cover it as you turned to Rita, “greatest grilled cheese you’ll ever have, trust me. Does it custom just for me.”

You made the usual small talk as you waited for the fresh food to be made, then making your way down to the street. You casually asked Rita what direction she was headed in and you continued in the proper way (despite knowing a cab would have to come into play eventually) as you bonded over bites of sourdough filled cheddar and bacon.

“How did you even find out about the bar?” Rita asked as you rounded a corner.

“The movie was on showtime,” you shrugged, “I thought working at a place like that would be the ultimate fuck you to my parents. Then I found out it was a real bar so I looked it up and applied.”

“I take it your parents are on the conservative side?”

“Try incredibly religious, prudent dicks who kicked me out at fourteen when a teacher caught me kissing a girl.”

“Jesus.” Rita nearly stopped in her tracks, her gaze turning to you and you simply shrugged again.

“The world’s a better place when it’s upside down. I’m just glad I turned out not as fucked up as my brother.”

“Well you seem to be doing pretty good for yourself.” She couldn’t help but feel both a bit of pity and a bit of pride at the way you had made it on your own after going through that so young. It was making a lot more sense now as to why you were the one helping out your brother despite your differences, you were the only family that either of you had.

“I mean I get to actually have fun at my job, I enjoy what I do and guests love it. That’s all that really matters as long as the bills are paid.” Crumpling up the wrapper from your sandwich you tossed it into a garbage can, “you guys had fun though, right?”

“It certainly was entertaining.”

“Mmhmm.” Smirking, your fingers laced within hers, the mood instantly shifting as you stopped, pulling her closer to you, your free arm loosely wrapping around her neck, “you enjoyed yourself then? Liked the show?”

“It was quite the treat.”

“Yeah? Bet I wasn’t the only wet one, was I?” Your breath was hot on her lips, the small chuckle rumbling from within her the only response you needed before kissing her.

As soft as it started out, it didn’t take very long to become frenzied, after all, the foreplay had technically started three hours ago. You were both wound up enough as is, your tongue easily sliding into Rita’s mouth, hand wrapping around the back of her neck, winding into her hair as you deepened the kiss. Her arms wound around your waist, pulling you closer to her as you hand trailed up her side, thumb running just under the curve of her breast. Her breath hitched in her throat at the feel of the pad of your thumb circling around her nipple, causing your lips to split into a small grin.

“C’mere.” You murmured against her skin, tugging her onto a darkened deserted side street, spinning her slightly as you met her in a fiery kiss, backing her into the wall. One of her hands tickled up your bare midriff, sneaking under the fabric of your crop top, swallowing your groan while she massaged at you through your bra.

Your lips pulled away from hers, leaving her practically panting as you kissed at her jaw, trailing a pattern of soft kisses down to her neck, teeth scraping at her skin as your hands grabbed at her ass. A whisper of a moan escaped her lips and your hand trailed around to the front of her thigh, delicately tracing patterns through her pants. Your fingers traced up ever so lightly, chuckling at the way her hips jolted toward you at the ghost of a touch, the way her panting increased as you started toying with the waistband of her pants.

“You like that little show I put on just for you?” You murmured, voice dripping with lust as you continued to kiss and nibble at her skin, fingers slightly dipping into her pants. “Every time I rolled my hips I was thinking how it would feel so much better against your mouth.” Your hand delved deeper, lightly pulling at the band of her underwear, “definitely ruined a pair of panties imagining it. Think you might’ve done the same, hmm?”

You paused slightly, nudging at her jaw with your nose, grabbing her attention, her eyes fluttering open, waiting for the sign that this was okay. Rita surged toward you, hand tangling into your loose hair as she kissed you deeply, your mouth swallowing her moans at the feel of your hand getting closer and closer to where she desired it to be. Your fingers easily swiped through her folds and you chuckled, teeth sinking into her lip while you popped it from her mouth.

“You really did like the show hmm?” You smirked.

“Quit teasing.” She murmured and you chuckled.

“If you insist.”

A quiet swear left Rita’s lips as you sunk a finger into her awaiting pussy, plunging with ease and expertise. The thought of your body on hers hadn’t left her mind from the second she’d stepped into the bar, even just a single finger in her heat and your lips on her neck was more than enough to drive her absolutely wild. Her hips began to roll in time with your pumping, a gasp echoing into the night as the heel of your hand drug across her clit. You swiftly slid a second finger in to join the first, curling in search of the sensitive spot on her walls.

“Oh fuck…” her body shivered when you found it, a smirk forming on your lips. It was your turn to gasp quietly as her hand yanked at the roots of your hair, tugging you away from her neck to settle against her lips again. You groaned into her mouth at the feel and she did her best to note that for later, her tongue dancing against yours rhythmically. Your hand picked up its pace, fingers moving swiftly in and out of her, spreading her juices, curling and scissoring within her. You could feel the way her walls began to flutter around you, little tremors as you brought mini waves of pleasure through her body.

Rita broke free of the kiss again, a small swear leaving her lips as her forehead dropped against your shoulder, breath hot against the skin of your neck. Her body trembled between you and the wall, breathy whines bouncing into the night. Her pussy began to clench around you, the heat building higher and higher in the pit of her stomach. There was a tiny piece of her brain that was shocked she was even doing something like this, but it was heavily clouded over by just how badly she wanted you, how absolutely weak she became with each thrust of your hand. Her walls pulsated around your fingers, her thighs beginning to quake and you brought your thumb up, rolling her clit, increasing the pressure and speed, making sure to drag your fingers right across her gspot with each thrust. She let out what you

would call the most adorable, yet incredibly hot whimper, her thighs clenching around your hand as her body shook, her teeth sinking into your shoulder in an attempted to stay quiet.

You let up on her clit, slowly fucking her through her orgasm, letting her start to catch her breath before you pulled your fingers out of her pussy. Your free hand tilted her chin up, gaining her eyes as you sucked her juices clean off your fingers.

“You really are something else, you know?” She half laughed, leaning back against the wall slightly. You smiled at her words,

“So I’ve been told.” You wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in for a chaste kiss, murmuring against her lips, “and you taste delicious.” She chuckled, wrapping an arm around you, guiding you back out to the street.

“C’mon.”

“Oh you got more plans?”

“You said you wanted to feel my mouth, and that’s a hell of a lot more than a misdemeanour if we’re caught out here.” She half teased and you barked out a laugh.

“Count me down as very interested.” She smirked back at you, ducking in for another kiss, groaning at the taste of her on your mouth before flagging down a cab. As it turned out, a trip to a bar she never would have ended up at otherwise was ending up to be a very good night.

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