#BARK IS THE NICEST GUY EVER

[lunastars21]

Everyone in sonic community: angy at Ian because The End is dead, gone, kaboomy

Me: Angry Because BARK WOULDN'T GIVE FANG A GIFT ON HIS BIRTHDAY, IM NOT ACCEPTING THAT

#I DO NOT CARE #BARK IS THE NICEST GUY EVER #AND HE WOULDN'T GIVE FANG A GIFT BECAUSE THEY “AREN'T FRIENDS”!? #NAW THEY FOUND FAMILY FUCK THAT SHIT #i should've asked a diff question but now I'm just thinking each question about fang will be fuckin sad #WHY #PORQUE #IM ABSOLUTELY DEVASTATED #im not worried about the fang mini series #... #a lil bit now #UGH #luna's shenanigans #fuck sonic canon #if the mini series does fang dirty im never listening to sonic canon ever again #i legit joined this fandom for fang and if they keep treating him like shit i will RIOT #im trying so hard to give fang some WHOLESOME and sega cannot provide it! #no only sonic and his friends get wholesome #everyone else perish #GRRRR

[callsign-rogueone]

like snow on the beach - r.g.

Ridoc Gamlyn x marked!reader a continuation of love at first fight, part of the Ridoc and Sweetheart series 🦋 words: 2.8k 🏷: FOURTH WING SPOILERS. she/her, feminine reader (wears a dress for Reunification Day, referred to as a girl/woman). mentions of canon character death, mentions of dissociation and anxiety. you have a panic attack, but someone helps you through it. titled after the tswift song!

“Don’t look now, but that guy from second squad is staring at you again,” Liam says quietly. “At your four.”

You twist in your seat as if cracking your back, looking over your shoulder. Sure enough, the cute curly-haired boy who had handed you the dagger you’d won from Jack Barlowe the other day is looking right at you. 

“Say the word and I’ll handle him,” Imogen offers, picking at her nails with disinterest. She’s been itching for another fight since her last opponent tapped out after ten seconds. 

The tall redhead sitting across from him notices you’re looking in their direction, and he kicks his friend under the table. He looks away quickly, starting a conversation with the rest of the group. Not discreet at all.

“Hurting anyone in Sorrengail’s squad wouldn’t go over well with Xaden. And look at him. He’s harmless,” you defend. 

“He definitely doesn’t want to kill you,” Liam agrees. “He’s just smitten.”

You glance to your right again. He has his back turned now, still engaged in conversation with his friends, who are all laughing at something he said.

So he’s the class clown type. Interesting.

Imogen scoffs. “He can bark up that tree all he wants, but we all know it’ll never get him anywhere.”

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And bark he does. You can’t shake the guy and his sunny personality. He’s everywhere you are, always having something to say, some shameless line to drop on you.

“If I make this bullseye, you have to let me take you out for dinner. There’s an amazing pasta place in town, you’ll love it.”

“No,” you say flatly.

“You don’t like pasta?” He asks, and you know that if you say you don’t, he’ll just offer something else. 

“I do. But we’re not going out.” 

He misses by an inch and a half anyway.

You pick up one of your own blades, weighing it carefully in one hand before pulling it back and letting sail. It lands to the left of his, in the dead center of the target.

He doesn’t look embarrassed in the slightest. “Alright, we’ll stay in and work on my aim. Just you, me, and a whole rack of knives. What do you say?” 

“I’d say that putting us in a room with one weapon is a bad idea.”

He grins. “There’s just something undeniably sexy about a woman who wants to kill me.” 

“I don’t want to kill you.” It’s true -- you have no ill will toward the guy, you just wish he’d quit while he’s behind.

“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

You falter for a moment, thinking about it. You don’t think you’ve ever been objectively mean to him, just blunt in declining his advances.

“You’re moving your arm too much,” you say instead, yanking your dagger out of the wood panel, but leaving his where it stands, off-center. “Less in the elbow, more in the wrist.”

You don’t stick around to watch him try again.

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Nothing seems to discourage him, not your dry responses nor being ignored completely. He’s determined to keep chipping away at your shell, but why?

“Is your dragon mated? I was thinking we could go on a double date. Aotrom’s an upstanding guy, she’d like him.”

You can’t even begin to imagine the conversations this guy must have with his dragon. Is he as weary of the boy’s enthusiasm as you are, or is he encouraging this behavior?

“I’d consider it if he wasn’t missing so many teeth,” Rhith muses. “But he’s a bit old for my taste.” 

“Their personalities wouldn’t mesh at all,” you answer, as if you’re speaking about Rhith and Aotrom, and not you and Ridoc. 

“I think if she gave him a chance, she’d change her mind,” he says slyly.

“I don’t date men under six foot.”

He mimes taking a knife to the chest. “You wound me, sweetheart. But I promise I can make up for it in all the ways that matter.”

“With that dazzling sense of humor?” 

“I was going to make a dick joke, actually. But I’m glad you think I’m dazzling.”

You roll your eyes, leaving.

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You have never considered yourself vain, but you’d spent a full minute admiring your reflection in the bathroom mirror before heading down for the festivities. 

The formal dress looks incredible on you. Tight in all the right places, the cut highlights the muscle you’ve gained since starting the term at Basgiath, but it covers enough to still be somewhat professional.

You don’t need jewelry -- your rebellion relic is the perfect accessory, the black swirls forming the illusion of a lace sleeve up one arm, complimenting the black satin draped over your skin.

You’d even fixed up your hair for the occasion, freeing it from its usual sweaty braids and washing and drying it carefully, letting it fall over the exposed curves of your shoulders. Simple. Perfect.

Imogen hadn’t hesitated to hype you up when she saw you, her jaw dropping at the sight. “Holy shit, girl, you look hot. If you’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone in the quadrant, tonight would be the night to do it.”

You laugh. “I’ll be perfectly content to have a calm night. Some boring speeches, some fireworks, and then straight to bed.”

“Suit yourself,” she calls, headed off.

“Someone should tell Amari that she’s missing an angel.” 

You don’t need to turn to know who it is, but you look over your shoulder at him anyway.

Ridoc continues to wax poetic, a lazy smile on his face. “You are a goddess among men. The kind of woman bards write songs about and men go to war over.”

“How many drinks have you had?” 

“None,” Sawyer answers for his friend, sounding like he could use one himself. “This is just the way he is.”

Ridoc agrees, grinning. “Stone cold sober, gorgeous. I want to remember this sight forever.”

You laugh at his bold absurdity, and the light, clear sound goes straight to his heart.

He beams even brighter. “You laughed. That’s a crack in the armor.”

“You’re a menace to society, Gamlyn.” 

“Gods, I love it when you’re mean to me,” he says with a dreamy sigh. “I’m gonna write about this in my diary when I get back to my room.”

“Goodnight,” you say, ending the conversation, or trying to.

“Someday, sweetheart,” he calls, watching you walk away. “I’ll get there someday, I know I will.”

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You should already be on the flight field, but the fear gripping your heart has your boots stuck to the stone ground of the courtyard. You’ll be no use to your friends in this state, anyway. You need to relax.

You close your eyes for a moment, picturing the meadows of Tyrrendor. A dozen blue butterflies materialize in front of you, the gentle motion of their wings as they float through the night air soothing your nerves.

“Whoa.”

You startle, and the butterflies vanish, your head snapping toward the voice. 

Ridoc stands a few yards away, still in his dress uniform, though he’s undone the first two buttons of the shirt, rolled up the sleeves and ditched the jacket entirely. A few dark locks fall across his forehead, loosened from the gel that had been holding them earlier.

He looks good like this. Too good.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he offers. “I’ve just never seen anything like them before. They’re beautiful.”

You compose yourself quickly. “They’re native to Tyrrendor. They don’t live anywhere else on the continent.”

“You’ll have to show me the real ones sometime,” he says, smiling.

You raise an eyebrow at the implication that you’d be bringing him home any time soon.

He continues, not missing a beat. “I may look like a hotshot dragon rider, which I am, but we both know you’d be the one in charge between us. I’d do anything you asked, sweetheart.” 

“Anything except leave me alone?” you ask, regretting the sharp words as soon as they enter the air.

He’s silent. Maybe you’ve finally proven your point, proven to both him and yourself that you’re no good for him, that you don’t deserve the starry-eyed reverence he’s afforded you for months.

A whistle echoes across the courtyard, a three-note gliss you’d recognize anywhere; the one your parents had used to call you inside for dinner when you were kids.

You don’t turn toward the sound, still looking at Ridoc. For the first time ever, he isn’t smiling at you, and it feels like the world has stopped turning, that the sun has burnt out and the moons have disappeared from the sky.

You’re sick with guilt, struggling to form complete sentences. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… that was a really fucked up thing for me to say. I just… I don’t understand why you-”

“Hurry up,” Garrick calls, impatient. “Xaden is pissed.”

“You should go,” Ridoc says softly. “We can talk about this another day.” 

Why is he looking at you like that after what you’d said to him? Why does he still care about you? Why did he in the first place?

“Be safe,” he adds quietly, and that’s enough for you to finally move your feet, to run toward your foster brother, to follow him and Xaden to gods-know-where for their final assignment. 

Garrick’s words go in one ear and out the other as you race toward the flight field. It doesn’t matter where you’re going or what you have to do, only that you come back, that you see Ridoc again and tell him the truth.

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The next few days go by in a blur, devoid of color. You’re barely aware of your existence, just going through the motions to keep yourself alive. You sleep, you eat, but your dreams are blank and the food tasteless. 

You settle onto the cold stone of the main staircase, leaning your cheek against the banister. 

It’s easy enough to conjure a few of the soft blue butterflies, watching them flutter about above your head. You reach forward, extending your hand to one, and it lands on your finger, flapping its wings gently.

“You’re getting really good at that,” Garrick says quietly, sitting down on the step above you. 

Five years living as siblings has attuned him to your emotions -- he knows that something is wrong, that something had been wrong even before you were sent on this suicide mission and lost two of your friends. “Do you want to talk about what happened when I came to get you?”

You really don’t, but the words come out anyway. “I fucked up,” you whisper, still watching the butterflies. The sight of them only reminds you Ridoc, of the soft awe that had lingered in his eyes even after they’d disappeared — until you’d snapped at him. Gods, the look on his face…

You push the thought away, and they fade back into air. “I hurt him, because I was scared.”

“Scared of what?” He asks. There’s no judgment in his tone, just gentleness; he genuinely wants to understand.

“That he was being serious, that he actually likes me,” you answer. “I keep pushing him away, but he keeps coming back, he keeps looking at me like… like I mean something to him, and I don’t understand why. He doesn’t know me, he isn’t one of us, he isn’t even in my squad. There’s no reason for him to care about me.”

Garrick lets your words hang in the air for a moment before he speaks. “I thought it was fitting that you developed an illusion signet.”

You look up, waiting for him to elaborate.

“It took me a full year to figure you out when we met, to realize that the person you really are on the inside doesn’t match the person that you show people. I think he saw right through that perpetual stone-faced look, saw the girl that I’m proud to call a sister.”

“You really think so?” You ask quietly.

“I know so.”

You rest your head against his shoulder, a gesture that he knows is equivalent to a tight embrace from anyone else -- you’ve never been a touchy person. 

You’ve never been good at feelings, either. “It’s too damn quiet in this house,” you say after a moment, changing the subject.

He laughs. “It really is.”

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Ridoc is standing in front of you.

You’re relieved at the sight of him, that no terrible fate befell him in the week you’d been away, but you can’t handle the conversation that you need to have, not when you feel like your heart is going to give out.

“I can’t do this right now,” you say, but the words don’t come out as strongly as you’d hoped, not enough air in your lungs to speak properly. “So if you could find somewhere else to be, that would be great.”

In true Ridoc fashion, he isn’t discouraged by your protests, kneeling down next to you. “Can you look at me, sweetheart?”

His seriousness confuses you enough to comply. You raise your chin, stunned at the softness in his eyes -- you’ve never been this close to him before. He’s beautiful.

“I’m gonna check your pulse, okay?”

You nod silently, allowing him to extend a hand toward you. Two fingers press into the side of your neck, feeling for your heartbeat. 

He’s never touched you before. His hands are warm.

“Do you know where you are?”

“Basgiath,” you answer easily.

“Good. How long have you been sitting here?”

“I don’t know. Since we got out of formation?”

He realizes exactly what upset you — that must have been your first flight since you got back from War Games with the rest of the marked ones.

“I don’t know what you saw out there, and you don’t need to tell me, but whatever it is, it can’t hurt you right now,” he promises. The genuine sincerity in his voice has the tears falling faster. 

Through your blurred vision you see him open his arms, and you lean into them without hesitation. He’s so warm that you can’t help but melt as soon as your skin touches his. 

He rubs your back, speaking softly. “You’re okay, pretty girl, you’re safe. Just breathe with me, okay?”

You attempt to match the even pace of his chest rising and falling against yours, deepening your shuddering breaths.

“That’s it,” he soothes. “You’re doing great.”

Grief comes flooding out of you, and you clutch at the fabric of his flight jacket to remain upright. “I miss them so much,” you sob. “They didn’t deserve to die.” 

Liam and Soleil, the two marked ones that hadn’t come back with you. 

“I know, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.”

He continues to rub your back, murmuring soft reassurances to you until your grip on him has loosened and your breathing has slowed.

You’ve relaxed, your heart no longer pounding as it had been when he found you, but you still don’t want him to go, you couldn’t bear it if he left right now. “Stay?” You ask in a small voice.

“Of course,” he answers, pulling back to sit beside you. “As long as you need.”

Your tears have dried, leaving you with a headache and a hollow feeling in your sinuses. “Why did you help me?” You ask quietly, looking out at the river. 

He wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Because it was the right thing to do. And because I can’t stand to see pretty girls cry.”

“Of course you’re back to cracking jokes already.”

“I’ve never been joking with you,” he says, shaking his head. “I meant every word I said to you, sweetheart. You’re beautiful, but you’re so much more than that, too. You’re capable, strong, witty, kind, caring, gentle… everything about you is good, and I wish that people would see past the relic on your arm and realize that.”

You blink at him, stunned.

“It’s true,” he says softly. “When you smiled at me that day at challenges, I knew that there was a soft heart under all that steel.”

A soft heart. A sweet heart.

There’s a moment of quiet while you work up the courage. 

“Is that pasta place still there?” 

He laughs, perhaps a little too loudly, but you’ve grown to love that sound, and the way it shakes his chest is comforting, like the rumble of a thunderstorm when you’re safe and dry indoors. “I think so.”

“Wanna go there tomorrow? Together?”

He grins from ear to ear. “Are you asking me out right now, sweetheart?”

You look over at him. “Yeah. I am.”

“This is going in the diary too, for the record.”

You can’t help but laugh, leaning back against him. If only for a moment, your anxiety has melted away.

You feel like you could face anything, as long as you have Ridoc to come home to.

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[thezombieprostitute]

Dream Come True - Part 7

Summary: The “Garbage Men” are the guys in the mob who get the dirt on others and clean up after the higher ups. They have many different ways of gathering intel by running legitimate businesses. One such business is Jefferson/Jensen’s cyber cafe where you regularly go to work. You’ve actually become good friends with Jefferson’s daughter and Jensen’s niece. You even volunteered as their after-school tutor. One day, there’s a robbery attempt where you get hurt protecting the girls. This is how you are introduced to Curtis Everett, the guy in charge of the “Garbage Men”.

A/N: Reader is plus sized, femme. No other descriptors used.

Warnings: Bullying, Fat shaming, Insecure reader, Kidnapping, Mild violence, Sexual harassment. Please let me know if I missed any!

Part 6 -- Part 8

Series Masterlist

Everyone was making sure to give Curtis some space. Jake had read aloud the contents of the note you’d sent, “Lloyd is back. Has solid plans to take over everything.” This was the excuse they needed to slowly back away from Curtis who was frozen in rage. They immediately got to work notifying everyone in the family. Levinson began coordinating an evacuation of those family members who were most vulnerable, making sure to keep it quick and quiet. Steve and Bucky started moving people around, making sure everyone was armed and on alert. Mace was reaching out to all contacts looking for information.

But all Curtis could do was glare at the phone. The number you were supposed to call when you were safe. The others may have been okay with the note being your signal but not him. He needed to hear you say you were okay. After the way Ransom talked to you he wouldn’t accept anything less than you telling him. No codes, no proxy, just you. 

The phone gave a short tone, indicating a text had been received. He grabbed it and stared at the message from you. As the reality of your words hit him he had to swallow down his panic. 

“JENSEN,” Curtis bellowed. “Tell me you’re tracking Y/N’s phone!”

“Yeah, what…what happened,” Jake asked.

“She’s in trouble,” Curtis barked, loud enough for everyone to hear. He handed Jake the phone, displaying the message. “Find her ASAP! And message me the second you find her.” 

“Curtis,” Mace called after him, “we’ve got higher priorities.”

Curtis glared at his second-in-command, “I said she shouldn’t do this. Everyone else said she should. Now she’s in trouble. We got her into this, we have to rescue her.”

“Be that as it may,” Mace countered, tone calm, “we’re talking about Lloyd and an all out war against the entire family. That’s a lot of people at risk, not just Teach. We have to prioritize appropriately.” The two tried to stare each other down but Mace added, “you know I’m right.” Curtis growled, but Mace didn’t budge. It was one of the main reasons Curtis made him his second: not easily intimidated and always able to keep his eyes on the main prize. It’s what Curtis usually needed to keep himself in line. 

Usually. “You’re in charge of the Garbage,” Curtis snarled. “As soon as Jake gives me an address, I’m grabbing an axe and going after her.” 

Mace’s eyes widen slightly at the mention of an axe, understanding the implications. All he can do is nod his assent and get back to work. No one had seen The Berserker since Curtis left Wilford & Gilliam’s service and swore fealty to the family. Curtis professed, several times, to never wanting to bring him back. But with you in danger, it appears Curtis would use any means to keep you safe. 

Lloyd’s car was probably the nicest you’d ever been in. It seemed to have all of the accouterments a person could ever want. Certainly more than they could ever need. If you weren’t here against your will you’d ask about them or absentmindedly press buttons. Instead, you kept your purse clutched tightly in your arms and kept your face passive. You decided to keep quiet until Lloyd said something, trying to “behave” as he put it. The way he occasionally looked over your body, openly ogling you, had you very uncomfortable. 

He pulls up to an impossibly ritzy hotel and turns off the car. He immediately jumps out and opens your door for you before tossing the keys to the valet. 

“Come along, Pumpkin,” Lloyd snaps his fingers. You step out of the car and he puts his arm around you before walking you into the hotel. You try not to wince at the touch. 

 He walks you to the elevator and, when it’s just the two of you, his hand starts wandering down towards your ass. When it gets too low for your liking you grunted, “don’t. Just don’t.” 

His hand stops but his annoying grin grows into a full smile, “oooh, there it is,” he whispers into your ear. “That tone just does something for me. I’m sure you can figure out what that something is.” You can’t stop your eyes from glancing down and, in truth, he does appear to be hard. You don’t hold back your scoff and eye roll but it only seems to excite him more. 

The elevator doors open to reveal the largest hotel suite you’ve ever seen. The opulence was almost overwhelming. If it weren’t for Lloyd’s very strong arm pushing you forward you would’ve been too scared of breaking something expensive to move. 

He gestures you towards a couch, “have a seat and relax, Pumpkin. Take off that cardigan and let me get a better look at the ladies.”

“No,” you snap. “I’m not that kind of girl. I want to just go home.”

“Oh, Sunshine,” he purrs as he walks over to a drink cart. “You lost the right to go home the second I heard you at Ran’s.”

“What do you mean,” you inquire. “We were the only people there.” You have to be careful to not reveal you knew someone was listening.

“Yes, you were, but I’ve had Ran’s place bugged for a couple weeks now,” he cheerfully starts making himself a drink. “My comms guy told me someone was giving Ran a visit so I asked him to patch me through and let me listen. You only argued for about thirty seconds but it was enough for me to know I had to have a few rounds with you.”

“If thirty seconds is your definition of “enough” I’m definitely not interested.”

He laughs at your response and moves to sit next to you, bringing his drink with him, “fuck I love that sass. And that smack you gave him? I was so hard after I had to jerk myself off before meeting you.” You don’t hold back your grimace at the image. He scoots closer to you and you try to scoot away but he grabs your arm, gripping hard enough you’re sure there’ll be bruises. “Be a good girl,” he whispers. “You got Ransom, the most picky, skinny-bitch loving person I’d ever known, to beg after you. I gotta know how good of a fuck you are.”

“I didn’t chase him, he chased me,” you tell him through gritted teeth. “He’s just another asshole who wants what he can’t have. Who can’t have anyone in his life who doesn’t want him. That’s all. It’s got nothing to do with my nonexistent skills in bed.”

“Hmm…” he looks you over. “He seemed to enjoy how you worshiped his cock. And really, what more could a guy want? You worship mine half as good as you did his and I’ll make sure to reward you.”

“Bullshit,” you give him more of that attitude he seems to enjoy. Maybe you can distract him long enough to figure out a way out of this. “You’ll probably just fuck my mouth, last thirty seconds and send me home without even the courtesy of a breath mint. You’re just like all the other assholes I’ve ever had to deal with.”

“You couldn’t be more wrong, Pumpkin. I’m much more dangerous and wealthy than any other asshole you’ve met. Behave, you’ll only have to know about the wealth. Keep fighting me and you’ll learn why I’m so feared.” The pain from him squeezing your arm is growing. You have to switch tactics.

“Wait,” you give Lloyd your best “I’m confused” look. “I thought you said you were into the sass. I’m getting some mixed signals here.” Lloyd pauses at the abrupt change in your demeanor and the grip on your arm relaxes a little. “I mean, if you want the doe-eyed, obedient fucktoy you should’ve said so from the beginning. But you kept talking about enjoying my sharper tones and retorts. Do you even know what you want?”

“I…uh..” Lloyd stutters. 

Not wanting him to get his bearings you continue, “I mean, Hugh wanted the whole female dominant experience. He wanted the degradation and spankings. Is that not what you wanted as well? Or…wait, wait, were you after the whole “dominating the dom” thing? You need to tell me this shit upfront! Also I need your safeword. Mine is “Asimov,” don’t ask why, it’s way too long a story and Hugh didn’t pay enough for a long session.”

“He said you were his assistant.”

“That’s the cover story, yes,” as careful as you need to be, you need everything to sound natural. Plausible, even. “Word gets out that someone with his reputation buys his ladies? He’ll plummet in the social circles. Especially with some of the older ladies he schmoozes, you know? So he tells people we’re his assistants, emphasis on the “ass” of course.” You wink and give your most sensual smile to Lloyd. You’re not sure if you’re passing but he’s stopped crushing your arm and has backed off a little. “Hugh said you liked the bigger girls, like myself, so we set up a kind of introduction for you. Let you decide if you actually wanted me. Considering the things you’ve said, I’d say you’re into me.” 

With a confidence you don’t actually have you grab Lloyd’s drink out of his hand and take a swig. It burns a lot, but you fight the urge to wince and instead give him a smile. 

Lloyd throws his head back and laughs, “oh, Pumpkin. I’m gonna make you my fucking queen.”

You raise an eyebrow, “what do you mean?”

“Not going to get into the details, but if you suck my dick as good as you act, I’m gonna keep you. You really had me believing you were a sassy secretary. Fuck, you really got me good. Not many people can claim that.” You bat your eyes and he continues, “let me give all your holes a test run and, if you do well, I’m gonna keep you. Let you live a life of luxury. No work, no other men, just my queen in my castle.”

“You may be overselling yourself, Lloyd.”

“You would know a bit about that, wouldn’t you,” he winks back at you and you fight the urge to vomit.

A ding from the elevator thankfully takes Lloyd’s attention. A tall, lean man with blond hair steps out, “Mr. Hansen, I do apologize for the intrusion. You weren’t answering your phone.” You’re surprised at the British accent.

“This better be good, Pine,” Lloyd barks.

“You asked to be reminded of your 2:30 meeting with Mr. Rumlow.”

Lloyd checks his watch and curses under his breath. “Alright, alright. I’ve been reminded, you can go now.” 

Pine slightly bows and heads back to the elevator while Lloyd moves closer to you than he’s been this entire time. He grabs the back of your neck and threatens, “if you leave, I will hunt you down and you will not enjoy what happens when I find you.”

“I understand, Lloyd.”

“Good girl,” he whispers before standing up and heading to the elevator. You stay seated, face down, waiting for the telltale sounds of the elevator leaving before you let yourself fully succumb to the stress of the day and pass out, exhausted in so many ways.

Part 6 -- Part 8

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[makriiii]

Caught XIV (Arthur Morgan × f!reader)

Word count: 4.2k

Authors note: I AM SO SORRY GUYS, I KNOW I KEPT SAYING ID GET IT OUT BUT COLLEGE IS CRAZY

Special thanks to @iceman-kazansky! You're so sweet. I love the reposts, I hope you enjoy this one also! I know it was long awaited :)

Warnings: 18+, mentions of blood, swearing.

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Caught XIV

The camp was lit with voices and laughing around you whilst you sat unbothered on a log overlooking the lake you had so admired when you had first laid your eyes upon it.

The day had been one of your nicest yet. The Arthur had not been buzzing around for you only to have to swat away. No, rather it was peaceful.

You weren't being unattentive but the sound of soft footsteps still made you snap your head around to look at the person approaching.

The finest lady in camp. Dutch's favorite girl. The one you had no opinion on yet as most of the time neither of you looked each other's way. The way she appeared made it seem like she strayed away too far from her well to do family, but you couldn't tell if that was true or just what it looked to be.

Her skirt dressed the worn wood kindly as she sat with distance from you. Quite frankly you had not a clue on whether you should say something or leave her to her own but she decided for you.

"You're that other O'Driscoll, aren't you?" She questioned, her green eyes giving you only a second of grace before scanning the horizon of the lake.

It took you a moment, unsure of where she was going with this and distracted by the sudden sight of Arthur, who was making his way toward an idling Dutch on the shore of the lake, not too far from you. "Unfortunately."

Molly's eyes scan you up and down, a familiar look of disparage glinted in her gaze. "You seem close with Arthur." She stated outright rather bluntly.

Shaking off the stare she had given you and comprehending her bold words you replied in short, "I suppose it could look that way."

"I feel like you're trying something." Her irish accent shone through with her clearly disdained words.

It was an accusation not unaccustomed by yourself, and you weren't in the mood for more of it. "I have no power to propagandize that man. He's as stubborn as an ass."

It seemed if it wasn't Arthur, it was someone else. Would the O'Driscoll talk ever end? You felt as though you had proved yourself more than needed.

"Why haven't you and your sly little buddy left yet then?" Her interrogation had you slipping on your hat in preparation of departure.

"We're just looking out for our lives, miss. If it's not the law, then it's our former members." You made sure to emphasize the past tense. O'Driscoll's gang was certainly in the past for you, whether you wanted it or not.

With that, you got up and started walking away. Perhaps you'd take a trip to town, get away from camp for a while.

"I didn't say you could go?" She scolded with a bark of her voice.

Saying more could be bad, saying nothing could also be bad. So you chose silence, you didn't want trouble with Dutch's girl.

As you walked through camp with a stretch of your back, a hand stabbed at your ribs, a sensitive part that reminded you unfortunately, you were ticklish.

You hunched over with a gasp, your arms throwing themselves to your sides to defend from further attack. It was already evident who it was.

Dutch and Arthur strolled by you, Arthur with a slight smirk watching you. Dutch caught on and studied you for a second.

"Why don't you come along to fish, Mrs. O'driscoll? Arthur told me of your struggle last time." He chuckled after Arthur gave him a slight shake of his head, a warning to redact his offer.

Mrs. O'driscoll was a new one for sure. The nicknames seemed to come from a never ending stream of creativity you despised.

Was there any way that you could say no to Dutch? No was never to be said to Colm, and learning from that, you agreed. "Alright, as long as it delights Arthur."

"It does not particularly-" Arthur rumbles before he gets guided forward by an interrupting Dutch.

"Oh, he might jump out of his boots with excitement." He laughs with a pat to Arthur's back. Like father and son. It was cute, admittedly, to see notorious outlaws have such a bond.

Hosea was waiting for the pair, and now for you as he questioned your proximity to them. "She taggin' along as well?"

"She needs to see your flare with fishing, Hosea." Dutch proclaims with a grunt as he pulls himself up in his saddle.

"Alright, let me show you how its done then." With an aloof attitude and a nod, he leads the group out of camp.

The ride you had with the three of the men wasn't heavy with feelings of stress or worry on your part. Dutch spoke of the activities he wanted done down in this town, of the money the gang needed. It felt as though you were finally one of them.

Dutch was sure to tell you all that he wanted everyone to be on the down low. Just to snoop around for now. That was easy enough for you.

It wasn't long after you got close to the tracks that the quiet atmosphere of hooves and voices was filled with the thundering of a train.

"Looks like law up ahead." Dutch chimes, his words directing your eyes to the stopped caged carriage up ahead. "Play it cool."

You and Arthur exchange glances before he made his way from your left to your right. A barrier between you and the law for whatever reason.

"Hello gentlemen." Came a mellifluous voice from the metal bars, grabbing everyone's attention.

"Well!" Came a surprised chortle from Dutch. "Look what the cat drug in."

"Ive seemed to have gotten myself in a spot of bother." You hadn't caught it before but now the smooth accent of a brit plastered his words.

You had not a clue who this man was or how he knew the gang. It was only so long that you would find out however.

"Quiet back there." Grumbled the lawman from upfront, his fist hammering down on the metal to rattle the cage.

Dutch examined this for a moment, "lets see if we cant sort this out."

The small talk that commenced turned into the talk similar of a lawyer. Defending the "silly fancy fop." Clearly, he was important if this was worth the trouble.

The other imprisoned men in the back took Dutch's distraction and started picking at the lock, providing entertainment for you and Arthur who sat there watching.

Dutch didn't get finished before the man had the lock off and the creaky doors opening, the other three men following with no hesitation.

"Shit!" Exclaims the sheriff, his and his partners eyes wide as their captives latched onto the train now departing. "The Anderson boys! I cant have more scandal!"

"Allow us to help, my friend." Dutch offers, his gaze not waiting a moment longer to send you and Arthur off. "Arthur... y/n."

Arthur sighed, "chase wanted men?" He confirms, ushering you on with a glance.

"And-" he points to the lawman's partner, "take Archibald with ya."

You followed, your horse already springing into action, your adrenaline not short after that.

"Just what I signed up for..." Arthur clearly discontent with what he got to be volunteered for. "Come on, big guy."

He helped Archibald up on his horse and took off beside you and after the train. The sight of the men on the back of the train and your chasing brought you back to the very day that was the reason you were here now.

Archibald hollered from the back, encouraging you forward with jarring words. "Keep your guns holstered, we need them Anderson boys alive."

You clicked your tongue, pushing your mare forward, surprised at the speed in which the train was already traveling.

Archibald nagged again. "Come on hurry!"

His words were met with swift retort of displeasure from Arthur. "All right."

"Come on, we're losing them!"

"Will you relax? We're not losing 'em!"

"Faster, come on! What's your name, sir?" Archibald seemed to have a speed in mind that a horse would have trouble reaching with two riders on its back. "And how about you, lady?"

"Arthur. Arthur Callahan." Replied a grumpy Arthur. Although you didn't have much sympathy for him, it made you smile in the face of this situation.

"Y/n Callahan." Without a fake last name in mind, you copied Arthurs.

"Faster, Mr. and Mrs. Callahan, please. My neck is on the line here!"

"I get it. We're doing our best." Arthur grunts. His eyes were trained on you, curious that you copied him.

The last of the four was dangling off the back of the train, struggling to pull himself up. His buddy fortunately came back for him.

"You sure I can't just shoot him?" Arthur asks, disregarding what he had been told moments earlier.

"No. Did I not say that?" Archibald scolds, watching the men escape further up the train.

"You've said plenty." Arthur was on his last straw and you appreciated the help from Archibald.

"So long deputies!" Came a man monkeying around on the roof of the final cart, teasing and whooping.

The water tower in the back posed a quickly approaching threat to the completely oblivious man who was but too quick to celebrate his victory.

You cringed back as the harsh smack of the back of his head met with funnel to the water tower. Your horse barely missing his body now knocked clean out on the tracks.

"Idiot. Now get after the others, come on!" He shouted at you and Arthur, keeping your minds trained on the ones who were conscious.

The train started slowing as it passed the big red building that was the station, which Archibald pointed out.

Your horses now were more of a match for the speed and you both came up alongside the train.

"You think you both can jump on there?"

"She can." Arthur outs you with non-existent hesitation. "But why me?"

"Because you ride like my grandmother!" Insisted Archibald, which would have you chuckling right in Arthur's face had you not been distracted.

One of the men started throwing bottles, one would've hit you if the man wasn't so bad at judging distance, the glass shattering in the distance that you covered quickly.

"Now he's throwing bottles. The lowdown bastard!" Archibald squealed, dodging one heading right for him.

You took the liberty of joining the Anderson boys on the train first as you were ahead of Arthur and Archibald. Arthur not mere moments fore he was behind you.

You caught your breath for a second, catching another bottle hurled at you while Arthur faced him head on.

The man atop the cargo on the train managed a good kick on Arthur who fell to the side. His neck quickly subject to the squeezing of the Anderson boy's hand.

"You bastard!" Screamed the man as he held onto Arthur with vigor.

You felt a strange sense of anger wash over you as you made for Arthurs aid, grabbing a good fistful of cloth and heaving the man off with Arthurs help.

"Thats it!" Came Archibalds encouragement from the side lines. In his hands were your horses reins. Kind of him, you thought, to bring your horse.

You helped Arthur up and both of you started for the rest of them, although admittedly, without a gun, you'd have to let Arthur do most of the strong arming.

"Come on, both of you! I'm relying on you guys!" Archibald was certainly one for constant reminding.

The sprinting on the train felt counter productive, it was certainly more work than just regular running.

Arthur made sure to be in front of you, he was like a big shield and ran surprisingly fast for how large he is.

"You hold it right there!" Arthur shouts at the other two men who were barely in sight ahead of you.

You had to jump atop the roof and Arthur, the gentleman that he is, helped none.

This normally would not have been a problem, but with your weak arm, it left you struggling.

Arthur had pushed through it despite his shoulder and was ready to go off and leave you but he didn't. He stood above you and held out his hand.

"Let's go, Mrs. Callahan." His face gave away the fact that he enjoyed this activity with you. Also by the fact he was picking on you again.

"I'm coming, grandmother." You were sure to tease back. His hand gripped yours and with the strength of not a grandmother, pulled you up with ease. He gave you a scoff before continuing on after the Andersons with you.

"Come on, shitbags!" Mocked one of the men from ahead. Jumping from cart to cart and down again to keep ahead of you both.

The second time you both needed to climb Arthur just grabbed you and heaved you up, his shoulder clearly bothered him as a pained grunt was heard from behind you.

Atop this car one of the men was right there, but your mind was on helping Arthur instead. As you gripped under his arms and pulled, footsteps pounded behind you.

The guy came right back around and started coming for you, which was not good. To say the least.

"You're the law?" He scoffs, your not so threatening appearance seemed to spur him on more. "We're runnin from you?" He hadn't seemed to notice that Arthur was also hot on his tail.

He was large and he was not letting up. His heavy footsteps thundering toward you shook the metal roof under you.

Your hand instinctively brushed the gun at your hip but Archibalds multiple requests lingered in your mind.

He was quick to be on you, throwing out your arms to brace yourself and push him away from you as his hands met your shoulders, trying to wrestle you off the train car entirely.

His strength was clear as you both struggled, your body wobbling closer and closer to the edge.

"Not so scary now, huh?" This man derides before his eyes widen at the friend you had in tow.

Arthur pulls him off and throws him to the ground, his back meeting the hard metal with a thud.

You take the chance to continue after the other, perhaps just threatening the man with your gun would do. You felt like you weren't being of much help, which hit you right in the gut.

"Damn bastard!" Hollers the man now at Arthurs mercy from behind you. "Get away from me!"

That was his final spew of nonsense before his consciousness loses itself to Arthur's fist.

Ahead was the final member of this gang that was in need of a catching. You had to jump down and get inside of the car he had slipped into.

The running came to a halt, the final cart being cold and the smell of fresh meat filled your nose. A particular pleasure that wasn't all that pleasurable.

"Quit runnin'. You ain't got much of a chance anyway, Anderson."

"Yeah? And what are you gonna do little lady?" He jeers from his cornered position at the front of the train cart.

"Don't worry your head about me. It's him." You point back to the man behind you. It wouldn't be like that had you been able to use your gun. It certainly felt strange being so powerless but not unfamiliar. Arthur always reminded you.

"Do we need to bother?" Arthur groans, rolling his shoulder with a wince.

"Let me go!" The man demands, his aggressive stomps closing the distance between him and Arthur.

"I can't do that." Arthur replies, holding up his fists. The man had a knife, which worried you slightly as you watched this fight ensue.

The sudden halting of the train threw all three of you forward suddenly, the man caught off guard, was doubly caught off guard by Arthur taking his chance to take him on.

They wrestled around, the sounds of fists hitting bodies were apparent. Despite Arthurs effort, the man kept getting closer to where you stood, which then had you counting your options on what to do if he changes his target.

His knife went clean through Arthurs forearm, who in turn gasped in pain. You wanted to do something, but getting in Arthurs way would do more harm than good.

He stumbled back from Arthur, his proximity to you no less than an arm length, it presented an opportunity. With your good arm and the back of your gun, you brought it down hard on the back of the man's head. Not enough to knock him out but enough for Arthur to.

You and Arthur stared at each other for a moment before hunching over to catch your breath. The spontaneity of this situation finally hit you and the realization made you laugh breathily. Arthur gave you a look before he couldn't help but give a small chuckle as well.

Motioning for his bleeding arm, you tear off the remaining cloth from his shirt and shape it into a decent enough improvised gauze.

"Can't fix my shirt now, I guess." Arthur observes the obvious but he didn't seem to be genuinely mad by the prospect of it.

"All this blood of yours ruined it already." You shake your head, tying the torn cloth gently around his arm gently.

"Suppose you're right." He admits, a conceded smile drawn on his face.

"That's how it always is." You tease, not being sure what to do with your hands now that they have blood on them. "At Least you got him."

"That's also how it always is." He repeats in a voice that sounded like it was suppose to be a mockery of yours.

"I expect no less from you, grandma dearest." You praise, even if it wasn't exactly that.

"Leave out grandma, please." He shakes his head, his laugh turning into a tired smile.

"Just dearest?" Your eyebrow raises with a teasing smirk.

"Just dearest." He confirms, meeting your eyes with an equal look on his face.

Despite him saying things like this before, you haven't found yourself any more prepared for it than the time previous. "If you're going to flirt, at least try."

"Okay then." He stands upright and as he gears himself up for the "flirting" a loud, galling voice comes from the outside of the cart.

"Hello? Is everything alright in there?" For the past minute, Archibald had vanished from your mind, only to return at an unsatisfactory time.

Arthur was audibly and visibly displeased as he reported back to the lawman, "well... I don't think he's dead... but I think we won the fight."

Arthur picked up the downed man, and Archibald pulled the door open to finally see what happened. "Bring him out here."

"Deputy." Arthur nods with a greet as you follow out behind him.

"Sounded like quite a commotion. Is that him?" The lawman examines the blonde Anderson to check.

"I sincerely hope so." Grumps Arthur. His temporary humor gone from just moments ago.

"Old Anders Anderson." Scoffs Archibald with a look of scorn.

That there was the head man, a surprise that he didn't have more in him. Though in all fairness, he got ganged up when you joined Arthur for a second.

You all mounted, following Archibald to where you needed to go take this man not unlike you and Arthur, to the can.

The ride basically amounted to nothing more than a tour from Archibald. He spoke of the Gray's and the Braithwaite's. One, a respectable family. The other, not so much.

Arthur kept glancing at you while you both listened to him talk about these families, their fortune and their feud. You both knew it sounded like something Dutch and Hosea would love to hear about.

The road brought you lot into town quickly, greeted by a fairly large saloon, sure to be mentioned was that it was owned by the Gray's. As most things were said to be in this town. Rhodes, so it was.

Hosea sat outside of the sheriff's office, greeting you all as you rode up and it wasn't long till Dutch barged out of the door behind Sheriff Gray.

"I told you Arthur would deliver, man has a passion for justice." Dutch exclaims behind the sheriff as he meets the rest of everyone back outside.

Sheriff Gray thanked you and Arthur for the help, setting Trelawny free from his imprisonment in return for the task you had completed.

All of this for a man you'd never met. Though as much as you thought about it, there was no regret. Running alongside Arthur and the two of you on that train together had been a surprising amount of fun.

Dutch and the Sheriff exchanged conversation for a short while before warning Dutch to keep Trelawny out of trouble.

Now quickly did you find that Trelawny was quite the talker.

"And you are?" He coo's with a slight bow and a hand shake.

"Y/n l/n." You nod, returning his hand shake.

"How lovely to meet you, Miss l/n." He kindly nods before spinning back around to lead the group of you.

Trelawny reiterated the story of the Gray's and Braithwaite's. Long standing feud, gold that was fought over, cousins marrying cousins or not marrying cousins. It was strangely interesting.

"I want you guys to check that out later." Dutch was sure to mention, directing it towards you, Hosea and Arthur.

Trelawny warned of all the talk, 500 miles around, north and south, "super agents" or sorts of that matter.

Dutch laughed with disbelief. "Super agents? All talk."

"Oh, no doubt." Trelawny agreed before turning back around to face all of you. His words were that of departure, which surprised you, having just met this man no less than five minutes ago.

Dutch shrugged when Hosea looked at him, even surprised, nodding a goodbye to Trelawny.

As your group of four made way back to your horses, Dutch brought up the rich families.

"Hosea, I want you to check out the Braithwaite's. Arthur, you and y/n sniff around the Gray's place."

You nodded your agreement and Arthur his. "Our friend Archibald showed us the Gray's place earlier." Told Arthur, recounting your recent ride.

Dutch and Hosea now chattered together up ahead, leaving you and Arthur to walk together behind them.

The two of you were so close together your shoulders brushed but neither of you seemed to care enough to make any distance.

"So who was that?" You ask Arthur curiously.

"Oh, Trelawny? A slippery con man of sorts. We've known him for a good while."

You hum your acknowledgement, "he's not a part of the gang?"

"He is. Just, that's why he's slippery. Doesnt stay nowhere too long."

You give it some thought. The man looked like a high fligher and in towns like this, spelled trouble. You had found that out before you had become particularly opinionated against the law.

You rubbed your sore arm, the scab formed around the wound was sure to leave a scar. It hurt everytime you prodded at it too much but admittedly it became a bad habit.

"How's your arm after that?" You guessed he was referring to the man you had scuffled with no less than an hour ago.

"It's not bad." You dismiss with a wave of your hand. "Your shoulder is more worrisome, that cut too. Think you should rest it for a while."

Arthur looked over at you with a subtle look of sarcastic shock. "Worried for me now, are ya?"

You bumped into him with your shoulder, your discontent frown unable to stay for long as a smile crept up on you.

As close as that man could get to giggling was what he was doing.

"Quite the fishin’ trip, huh?" Arthur proclaims ahead to Hosea and Dutch.

"The fish weren't so easy to catch neither." You sigh, tired from all that runnin you had to do.

"No, that they weren't." Dutch laughs in agreement, talking like the one who gladly had to do none of the fishing. "There's still time. I'm up for it."

"How about you two?" Hosea questions, looking you and Arthur up and down. "Or have you had enough of the chase for one day?"

Arthur meets your eye, seemingly checking if you'd want anything to do with it first.

"Pearson will need something for the soup." You agreed, pushing down the unsavory idea of handing over your catch for the stew Pearson would cook up.

"Yeah alright then." Arthur adds, agreeing with the rest. Hosea, happy with this, mounted his horse behind Dutch and Arthur.

Amongst the riding, Hosea and Dutch told stories of the past, ones involving Trelawny. Everyone in the group had a good laugh at these stories, and for this moment, you had not a care in the world. Not even the feeling of being an outcast haunted you as you and your fateful friends - perhaps, if you could call them that, made your way to your planned fishing trip.

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So far, just a fishing trip is never actually "just" a fishing trip. Just a dangerous date.

#arthur morgan #red dead redemption arthur #red dead redemption two #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #van der linde gang #rdr2arthur #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan rdr2 #rdr2

[reallyromealone]

Ever since (name) was a tiny babe he has had heavy security and watch dogs.

Mikey was hesitant but after making sure they were very well trained he introduced little three hear old name to his new life long companions and protectors, two large Dobermans (name) lovingly named puppy and bark. "Pet them gently, these guys are gonna protect you from any strangers ok?" Mikey said as his toddler waddles up and pets the large dogs before looking at his dad with teary eyes "why are you crying?" Mikey asked softly, always slightly deadpan with his son but the tot just hugged him "thank you papa!"

(Name) didn't understand that these weren't just new family pets and were brought to protect him but Mikey was just happy (name) had an extra layer of protection.

The tot was already learning martial arts under Mikey so he will soon be able to defend himself that way.

Mikey was constantly worried about his kid, the last living relative he had.

He couldn't handle the concept of loosing his baby boy.

Mikey eventually left (name) with the nanny, the two dogs beside him at all times and let the toddler loosely hold onto their leashes when they needed to pee "go potty!" (Name) said sweetly as they went to the bathroom "bawl?" He asked puppy who stared down at the toddler, turning and grabbing the ball when (name) attempted to toss it and bark kept on the look out, each dog taking turns so the toddler wasn't left alone.

The dogs work days were over when Mikey came home, immediately relaxing and letting the toddler pet and play more "we get dog toy?" (Name) asked as Mikey sat on the couch, the blond sighing "we can get some tomorrow" and (name) bounced happily as continued playing with his new best friends.

The beauty of being incredibly rich was that Mikey could afford basically anything he could ever want.

So he didn't even bat an eye as little (name) put any toy he saw into the cart as Ran and Rindō stood to the side as security for the Sanos.

"Look bawk! It go squeak!" (Name) said and showed the dog a squeaky bone before tossing in the cart with toys and treats "papa! Doggy bed!" (Name) said excitedly and held a tiny dog bed "they need something bigger (name) Mikey said bluntly as the tot looked at his bed and when Mikey pointed at the big dog beds (name) immediately went and touched every single one to make sure they got the softest and nicest bed.

By the end, Mikey spent a solid 800 or so dollars and little (name) was excited to show the dogs all their new toys and beds, both places in (name)s room as they became his sleeping buddies as Mikey put it but he actually just wanted to be notified in case anyone snuck into his room.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader #mikey tokyo revengers #mikey x male reader

[jealousjersey]

Maybe Derek and reader grew up together in high society but their paths divulged and he's a dick now but the reader still likes him

Sorry for the ramble but something like that would be cool!

- 🦭

ooou yes!! i picture it as something like this

💸- you and derek weren’t the closest in your private highschool, maybe had a few dinners together… underage drinks as well. and he was always not the nicest person. but he was tolerable and funny and that’s all you really needed. even when he was being a dick, he’d always stick up for you. you think he had a soft spot for you.

recently you’ve heard a lot about his success through friends, coworkers, family….and it got you to think about how it used to be between you

you got a text message from “ddanforth1996” on instagram

@//ddanforth1996: hey, how you holding up? it’s been a while. drinks?

sounds perfect, it’s been too long.

@//ddanforth1996: amazing. i’ll pick you up at 9

9:00 couldn’t come sooner. you’ve missed talking to him, although he was hands down the meanest guy you’ve ever talked to, you still wanted to impress him. you put on a sparkly dark green dress, a pair of gold heels and expensive gold jewelry. you look incredible.

9:00 rolls around and you hear a knock at your door, it’s derek. derek in a button up green shirt with animal print jacket complimenting it it. he had his hair slicked back and a gold rolex on his wrist and gold studs in his ears.

“you look…pretty.” he says. your insides begin to do flips at his compliment. “you look very handsome.” you reply to him.

he opens the door for you to get inside his rolls royce. an expensive car for an expensive man.

he takes you to a bar and buys you a drink, he’s noticeably rude to the bar tender but you shake it off, it isn’t your place to say anything. nonetheless he is buying you drinks, so who are you to complain?

you attempt to hold his hand as he goes off on this poor bartender. but he ends up snapping at you. “don’t fucking touch me.” he barks to you. you flinch almost, not expecting this treatment from him. you put your hands back in your lap, trying to ignore the pool filling up your panties. why are you feeling like this? you’ve never been sexually attracted to derek before. so why now?

maybe it’s his sudden dominance? whatever it is, you want more of it. you liked this side of him…the demanding side, the side that doesn’t care.

derek yells a little more at the bar tender, before a man approaches you and offers to buy you a drink. “the fuck do you think you’re doing? this is my date fuckhead.” derek said to the man. the man doesn’t back off immediately, not really intimidated by his height.

“dude. calm down, we aren’t even a thing.” you growl at derek. this makes him mad, but he doesn’t snap at you this time. he downs his shot of whisky and leaves the table, finding some waitress to grope on. of course they’re gonna let him, he’s derek danforth for christ sake.

you can’t lie you do get jealous when he kisses a random waitress hotly in front of your eyes, but seeing him slip a $50 in her bra just shows you he’s trying to make you jealous.

but can you really be mad at him? you’re missed him so much. but god, he’s a dick.

#i’ve had this in the drafts for a while #jealousjersey #derek danforth fic #derek danforth #the beekeeper #josh hutcherson #mike shmidt #fanfic #five nights at freddy's #smut #mike schmidt x reader smut #jersey writes #mike schimdt fanfic #mike schmidt headcanons #josh futterman fluff #josh

[dingusfreakhxrrington]

can i request billy/steve (whoever one you write for) with a bimbo reader gf maybe 💞

so i wasn’t sure if you meant reader as in reader or like an actual reader/bookworm so we’re gonna do both. i also stuck with headcanons for now since i wasn’t sure how much i’d have to write but after finishing this i kind of want to do a fic too…

i’m also gonna do this for billy since i had more ideas for him ☺️

this got kinda long so uh, prepare for a lengthy read 😅

billy hargrove… there was a lot anyone could say about him

he was an attractive man to say the least, although not the kindest

he’d had plenty of flings and short-term relationships, a revolving door of women that just never seemed to end

he’d soon tire of one and move onto another

until he met you that is

you were unlike the others. you were unusual in the way that you were around him. he didn’t scare you, nor did he particularly interest you

not for a while at least

you always spoke to him so sweetly though, no matter what he did or said that he expected would offend you

it wasn’t until he overheard you talking to someone about him that his interest in you really started to blossom

your friend was talking about how much of an asshole he was, calling him things that both made him smirk and his blood boil

it was clear they thought very lowly of him, knowing him as a person full of nothing but hatred and unkind words

they weren’t wrong, of course

and he knew that but apparently you didn’t because you defended him

now that… that caught his attention

from that moment on he was around you more often than before, not that he spoke to you much

no, he just made a point to be in earshot of you, listening to what you were saying or doing

when you spoke to people he started realise you were a little bit of an airhead, it was actually kind of endearing

and when you weren’t speaking to someone, he soon came to notice that you often had your head in a book

once day he was feeling adventurous and asked you what you were reading, pretending he didn’t really care much for it when you started to explain the entire plot of the story to him

although he was trying to entertain himself by seeing how long it took him to upset you, he was surprised when you only offered him a sweet smile

his ironic comments had flown over your head, every insult completely missing the mark

he looked amused, to say the least, but you assumed it was because he thought the story sounded interesting despite his sarcastic remarks about it which you took in all seriousness

it went on like that for a while but he wouldn’t let himself play with the idea that he actually liked you, he fooled himself into thinking you were just some new plaything

until someone picked on you, that is

you were in the hallway alone when some boys in your year cornered you. “are you really that stupid?” one of them had yelled in rather close proximity to your face

billy chuckled at it at first but when he saw the genuine hurt on your face, he suddenly felt the urge to punch the boy in the face

so, he did

he hit him, putting himself between them and you as he barked out an angry “scram”

the boys ran away pretty quickly after that, knowing they’d get more than just a dislocated jaw if they messed with billy hargrove

when billy turned to you, he tried to act nonchalantly toward you but he couldn’t help but feel this weird warmth within him when you smiled and thanked him for standing up for you

it was the way you stood there, hugging your books tightly against your chest as you spoke to him in the softest, gentlest voice he’d ever heard

from that moment on he was always with you, always speaking to you, always there

although he didn’t always have the nicest things to say, you always gave him the same smile

it was addictive to him, you were addictive

he hadn’t really asked you to be his girlfriend, he’d more just announced it one day when he walked over, wrapping his arm around you to stop some guy chatting you up

at first you thought he had just done it to get them away but still, you asked just in case, “i’m your- your girlfriend?”

he leaned closer to you, his lips by your ear and you just knew he was smirking. “of course, unless you wouldn’t like that?”

the comment was so thickly laced with arrogant confidence that even you picked up on it, although you saw no reason to turn him down

you enjoyed his company and sometimes he did things, just little gestures, that made your heart flutter

he wouldn’t admit it but he really did care about you and he felt himself trying to do better, trying to be a better person for you

he really wanted to become the person you so naïvely thought him to be

no one had ever cared for him as genuinely as you. people always wanted him for his looks or to back them in a fight, no one actually liked him

but you? you were different. you saw something in him that no one else did, you saw the good in him. the good that sat beneath piles of deep rooted trauma

it would take time but, for you, he was willing to try to change

a little end note because this kind of made me want to write a short fic about this couple/concept? maybe ending in some angst when she finally realises that he isn’t a good person even though he’s really trying to be one for her? would anyone actually want to read it?

feel free to let me know if you want to be added to or removed from my taglist!

#requested #stranger things #stranger things billy #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove headcanon #billy hargrove headcanons #anon #—dinguswritings ⌕

[brechtian]

ik it's scary and some people can't for whatever reason but tbh if you've ever wanted to wear weird clothes or do cool face paint like truly go for it. i promise you from 8 years of experience looking cool you get like 30+ compliments from the nicest people ever for every rando 18 year old guy who barks at you while you're taking a walk

#and im in the south baby like. ive had guys shout dyke at me while they drive by i think 3 times and ive had ppl tell me they love my outfit #or earrings or shoes or makeup like. truly hundreds of times ive lost count

[coreytasticc]

Just had a Helldivers session with my wife and 3 separate randoms each of whom were, through the night, all the nicest, most communicative, and supportive players I've ever played with. Even the guy that didn't have a mic was still always barking and marking.

#Prune BigBoss and Rook #You will be in my heart always #and also in my squad. #I wish we could have 5 Divers so we could have the whole squad at once. #Helldivers

[sl-newsie]

Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Descendants 3- Ch. 7: Surrender

Carlos’ POV

We continue walking through the shadowy woods. Now that Ben’s human again we can figure out a plan. I’m so overjoyed that Jane’s safe!

“I’m so glad you’re alright!” We say in unison before hugging.

Jay brings Ben down to sit and we see he’s got a beard now.

“You need another blast.” Jane shoots more water at him.

The annoyed king holds up a hand. “Please- stop.”

Jane tilts her head. “Huh. I guess Enchanted Lake water can only do so much.”

Unfortunately Harry gets a look at her and is getting too friendly for comfort. “Well well well. Hello my little duckling… You’re ravishing.” He slinks closer.

I take Jane’s hand and block him. “Uh, yeah. Ravishing, and taken. Just in case anyone was confused. We have more important problems, Harry.”

“I’m telling you, man. Trixie’s got a point,” Jay points out.

How can he even think something like that?

“Jay, she let Audrey curse Mal,” I argue.

He shrugs. “Then she saw she was wrong.”

“Just because she turned over a new leaf doesn’t mean she’s changed her mind about harboring a grudge.” I look between him and Jane. “Magica won’t molt her spiteful feathers so quickly. Should we trust her?”

“Don’t you dare!” Gil says sternly from behind us. “Magica is one of the nicest VKs we’ve ever met!”

“You insult her, you mess with us, De Vil.” Harry threatens as he twirls his hook.

Jay and I exchanged perplexed looks. It’s one thing for them to hate us but how do they have such a liking for Magica?

“I’m confused. I thought you guys hated Auradon kids,” Jay frowns.

“Magica’s not your typical Auradon softie,” Harry purrs. “She’s feisty.”

“She gives good dog treats!” Dude says.

“And really nice!” Gil adds. “She’s our friend.”

“Hold on- who’s side are they on?” Ben points to the two new VKs.

“They escaped and joined us, and Mal has the Ember which is our only chance at stopping Audrey,” Jay explains. “Details to follow.”

“Wait. Hades’ Ember? Did Mal go back to the Isle?” Ben asks frantically.

“I said: ‘Details to follow.’ Now let’s go find Mal, Evie, and Uma.”

Ben’s jaw drops. “Uma?”

“Details to follow!” We all shout and start walking back to the school.

“Wait- Magica!” I turn around and see Ben’s eyes go wide. “She tried to warn me but Audrey spelled her too!”

Immediately my heart clenches and I forget all about my previous doubts about her. Magica’s been spelled? Magica’s been fighting for justice. She doesn’t deserve to suffer any further no matter if we don't always agree.

“Where is she?”

Ben gets a lost look. “I don’t know… After I got turned into a beast my mind went blank.”

Jane grips his shoulder. “Then we have to get back now. Before it’s too late! Where would Audrey have taken her?”

The king gets an idea. “The cottage! I know exactly where Magica is!”

“Then let’s go!” Jane grabs his hand and they sprint ahead of the group, leaving Jay and me in the back.

“I still don’t understand how she could have sunk this low,” I wonder out loud.

Jay scoffs and kicks a stone across the ground. “You didn’t consider the fact that you abruptly leaving her for Jane wouldn’t cause anything?”

I gawk at him. “You were the one who said I should find another girlfriend!”

“I never said leave without being considerate!” Jay argues. “Did you even talk to her before you asked Jane out?”

“Yes!”

“Oh really?” Jay crosses his arms. “Did you ever ask Magica if she still loves you?”

The words ring in the air and my thoughts start racing. Is he right…? Is this my fault?

“Been too busy with Jane to even think about your old true love?” Dude says accusingly. 

His words take a moment to sink in. True love? Does this mean Magica still holds feelings for me? But… Why wouldn’t she tell me?

“She said she was happy for me,” I try to argue.

“Uh, wake up stupid!” Dude barks. “You know she’d never openly criticize you for leaving her.”

So she’s been holding it back… That’s why her powers have been so unpredictable!

“This is all my fault…” I think out loud.  “But I never… Oh my God. You’re right, Jay.” I slap my forehead. “All this time Magica’s been saying that she’s happy for me, but I’ve never stopped to think if she’s happy. Why did I just let it go… think it was nothing…? Of course she’d be mad!”

“No kidding, genius!” Jay smacks the back of my head. “So let’s hurry and maybe you can apologize before she hates you forever.”

Magica’s POV

I never considered being evil could be so… fun. All worries of second-guessing myself are wiped clean. No wonder VKs enjoy it so much. And with no one to disturb me it’s been very peaceful. Chad’s stashed in the back closet (can’t say I’m disappointed in that decision) and the only thing I can remember is being told to wait here. Once Audrey used the scepter to turn me evil  open my mind she led me to a cottage. The surrounding forest reminds me of home and keeps me focused on completing my goal of getting father out of prison. Surrendering to evil is the most refreshing feeling in the world! But now I’ve got a new problem to deal with.

“Where is she?” A voice asks from outside.

I see them now. Mal, Evie, Celia, and Uma are standing in the doorway. They haven’t spotted me yet, which gives me the element of surprise. A little jump scare is just what they need-

Suddenly a sharp pain jabs into my head, causing me to double over. It’s all I can do not to scream. Where is this coming from? 

“I warned you, freak,” Audrey’s voice rings in my ear. “You were so excited to make new friends, so how will you feel when I make you lose them? No one’s ever going to want to be your friend again once I make you betray them.”

The good side of me is begging for her to stop while my Sanderson roots sing with delight. A pink haze shines onto my skin and I feel myself being tempted towards the door. I’ve become Audrey’s evil puppet. 

“I hear something,” Mal’s voice comes from the next room. “Is that…?”

A searing heat stabs into my chest and I feel my magic churning through me. No, Audrey. Please don’t…

“It’s Magica!” Celia says as I enter the living room. “How’d you find us?”

“Wait a minute.” Evie walks closer with a look of concern. “Something’s wrong-”

A blast of indigo flames erupts from my hand and barely misses the VKs.

“Sparky! What’s gotten into you?” Uma shouts.

“She’s turned traitor again!” Mal yells as her own eyes glow green. “I knew we couldn’t trust you!”

Audrey’s evil cackle echoes in my mind. “See what I mean? Now you have exactly what you wanted, freak. You’re all alone!”

My magic drives the VKs outside. I follow them, still stiffly walking like a possessed marionette. Sparks jump from my fingers and more heat boils inside me.

“I’m going to make you burn from the inside out. No one will recognize your black heart.”

She’s going to kill me. Audrey’s desperation for power has pressed as far as killing any threat to her rule. She knows my own power is enough to stop her. As the burning sensation spreads through my chest all I can think of is how I won’t get to say goodbye to Carlos. After all we’ve been through he should know I still love him and that I regret having to turn against him. 

“Look at her eyes! She’s been spelled!” Out of the corner of my eye I see Evie point down at my weakened state.

“How do we help her?” Uma asks urgently as she tries to approach cautiously.

“Stay back!” Mal barks. “This magic is very unpredictable. Anything could trigger-”

“Magica!”

The voice tugs at the heating rage in my chest. Another one of Aurdey’s tricks…

“Magica! Wake up!”

It’s not him, I tell myself. Carlos doesn’t care about me anymore. Why would he? After all I’ve done, and now he’s got Jane. Carlos was right. I really am a wicked witch.

Audrey’s hold forces me down to my knees and all I can do is blankly stare up at him with weak eyes.

“C- Carlos… Help… Please…”

“Magica? You gotta fight it! You’re stronger than Audrey!” He kneels down and I feel a warm hand grab mine.

“Carlos, no! She’ll burn you!” Mal warns.

She’s right. For all I know Audrey can make me kill Carlos at any time. And that’s- Good. It’s not like he didn’t have it coming. I tried to tell him they were pushing me too far. He deserves to-

NO!

I tear the despicable thoughts from my consciousness. How can I think such things? This is all my fault!

The growing heat all but singes a hole through my heart as guilt pours through me. It’s a whole new level of pain- but then why don’t I hear Audrey’s voice anymore? Unless… Of course! One of Aunt Winnie’s books tells of a self-afflicting spell that can undo almost any curse, especially if true love is involved. Well, at least true love on my end.

I feel the pain dissipating away and find the strength to stand. Carlos sees I’m calming down and wraps me into a tight hug.

“Thank God! Are you alright? Is Audrey still in your head?”

“N- No,” my voice waivers. “You came- Came to… Carlos, this is all my fault.”

Carlos starts to say something but then Mal comes closer to get a better look at my now-normal eyes.

“Good to see you’re-” Mal starts to say.

“What? That I’m no longer a threat?” I speak bitterly. “Thanks for the help, by the way. Glad to see how much of an asset my magic is to the villain world.”

“She’s right.” We all turn to see Uma and Celia.

“It’s not Sparky’s fault Pinky cursed her,” Uma says.

“She just wants to be accepted like the rest of us,” Celia adds. 

“But she can still be evil!” Mal argues.

“Have you tried asking her?” Carlos urges sternly.

But we’re interrupted when the front door bursts open and Chad sprints out of the cottage crying “Freedom!” I see that Jay and Hook have searched the rest of the cottage and are coming out to meet us.

“Hiya, lassie!”

“Good to see you’re ok, trixie.” Jay gives me a sturdy handshake. “Gil, Ben, and Jane are still in the cottage.”

My eyes widen. “You all should stay away. From both me and Audrey. My- I can’t control my magic too well. I can’t risk any of you getting hurt-”

“But Magica,” Carlos intervenes. “It’s actually my-”

“Magica!” Jane squeals and both her and Ben hurry over for a squeezing hug. “We were so worried!”

“You really scared me, Sparks.”

They- they were worried for me? They still care after I betrayed them? How am I worthy of such loyal friends when I can’t control my own temper? As a Sanderson my roots drive me to stray from any outsiders and rely only on kin, yet these people have proven to still labor my mistakes. 

They were the ones who tempted those mistakes.

I’ll tend to that matter later. What’s important now is stopping Audrey before the damage to Auradon is irreparable. 

#carlos descendants #carlos de vil x reader #descendants carlos #mal descendants #evie descendants #jay descendants #uma descendants #harry hook descendants #audrey descendants #ben descendants #disney descendants #descendants x reader #mary sanderson #winifred sanderson #sarah sanderson #binx hocus pocus #hocus pocus

[iztarshi]

Febuwhump - captivity

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

April knew the job offer was shady. Petsitting someone’s exotic reptiles in a mansion over the weekend for a huge sum of money so long as she signed an NDA? Yeah, no way did this pass the CITES law. She’d still signed the NDA, not sure how else she was ever going to get a chance to find out what was going on with those poor reptiles, but she wasn’t planning on keeping quiet. She’d figure it out, she was an intrepid journalism student and wildlife activist and she was not going to let this stand.

Of course, she’d been expecting komodo dragons or giant tortoises not… this.

Not demi-human turtles.

They stare at her from behind the bars of their huge basement terrarium with disconcertingly intelligent eyes. The one with the red eye-marks makes a trilling, clicking babble of syllables, but it has the rhythm of speech. And the little orange-spotted one laughs.

“You guys don’t talk English, right?” April finds herself saying. They stare at her uncomprehending. What is she doing? They can’t talk at all. But then the big one makes his own deep trilling comment and it feels like she’s the one out of the loop. They say isolated human children will develop their own language, don’t they? Twins sometimes do.

April steps forward and presses a hand to her chest. “April,” she says. She taps her chest again. “April.”

The stripey one looks her in the eye and she sees him get it before he huffs scornfully and turns away. The orange one tugs the stripey one’s hand and she watches him ask a question and get a response. Then the orange one turns to her and stretches his hands through the bars.

“April!” he says with the biggest smile. Then he points to himself. “Mrk.” It’s more of a bark than a word.

April points to him. “Mrk,” she says, doing her best to approximate the way he’d said it. “That’s your name, little guy?”

His smile brightens impossibly. He points to the stripey one. “Lrrr,” he says, a trilling, liquid sound.

Lrrr objects to the introductions, pulling Mrk away from her suddenly. The remaining two turtles, the big one and the softshell, crowd to the bars as Lrrr puts Mrk in a headlock.

“Rraah,” says the big one, deep and rumbling, pointing to himself. Then he turns to break up the fight by tucking Lrrr and Mrk under his arms.

“D’n,” says the final turtle, word mostly a clicking sound.

“Pleased to meet you, D’n,” April says. “Now I’d better get to feeding y’all.”

“April,” says D’n as she turns away, and, man. he says it just like one of her university teachers trying to get her attention. Then, keeping eye contact with her, he carefully bites one of the bars.

“You don’t like being locked up? Yeah, I wouldn’t like that, either.” This clearly isn’t something April’s going to solve by journalism. Either no one would believe her or she’d just get these poor guys held in captivity in a science lab somewhere. They’re smart. They can’t talk to her because no one has ever spoken to them, but they talk to each other. They’re not going to be happy in even the nicest zoo.

She looks at them again. They’re a bit scary. Sharp-toothed. Strong. Gazing at her with an intelligence that doesn’t belong in such non-human eyes. But they’ve been… polite. Even Lrrr, who clearly doesn’t like her, doesn’t seem to hate her or mean her harm. He just expects the worst of humans.

April had been assured she wouldn’t have to open the cage to feed them, but she has got the number for the lock, along with a list of numbers to call if she found one of them hurt during a check up. She’s scrolling her phone for that number now, despite her misgivings.

Where would she take them? Hide them in an abandoned building or the sewers? She certainly can’t take them home. What kind of life would they have out there? What kind of life are they having in here?

She finds the number, carefully puts it in and swings the door open.

All four turtles cheer, “APRIL!” at the top of their voices.

They rush out of the cage all at once, as if they have no doubts at all about leaving the only place they’ve ever known. They nearly knock her down but D’n catches her and puts her upright before diving into the cabinets around them, sniffing at everything he can get his hands on. Mrk comes back with his mouth full of turtle pellets to pick her up and swing her around, ridiculously strong for his size. Rraah takes a turn hugging her once he sees she doesn’t object and Lrrr pats her on the head, animosity forgotten.

April lets four feral creatures drag her upstairs, surrounded by comments in babbling turtle sounds, and has never felt more appreciated in her life.

#rottmnt #febuwhump #febuwhump day 14 #belatedly #AU

[duhdumb89]

A Forbidden Happiness | Chapter 4

Walking through the gates of Xianfugong was like stepping into another world. The sun bounced off the bright gold roof and lacquered red walls. Jiayi took a deep breath. Even the air was fresher here. The courtyard was bustling. Stacks of luxurious fabrics and stately decor were piled around the door of one of the side halls. Eunuchs and palace maids were scurrying in and out. The eunuch, sick of her already, grabbed her shouldered and steered her inside.

"Wang gugu, here's another maid," he pushed her forward and ran off.

Jiayi bowed. You couldn't not bow to The Emperor's chief maid, Wang Langhua. Jiayi had heard of her but never seen her in the flesh. Fairly often, Jiayi gained a bunkmate thanks to Wang gugu. She had no mercy for maids who tried to crawl into the bed of The Emperor or did their mistress' unsightly biddings. The only maid in the palace with more power was Jerjer, The Empress Dowager's chief maid.

Wang gugu barely glanced at her, busy watching the servants scuttle to and fro.

"Rise," she said, "Do you have your uniform?"

Jiayi shook her head.

"Molan!" Barked Wang gugu, "Take this one and have her change into an extra uniform,"

"Yes!"

Jiayi was dragged into what she assumed was the maid's rooms by a short, round faced girl.

"What's your name?" The girl asked as she rummaged through a chest.

"Wei, er, Wei Jiayi,"

"I'm Shang Molan. Nice to meet you. Catch!"

A bundle of cloth hit Jiayi in the face.

Molan didn't mind that Jiayi was stripping down to her underclothes and proceeded to talk Jiayi's ears off about anything and everything.

Jiayi learned that Molan was 15 and a bond servant from the bordered blue banner clan, Cui. She learned that there were two other maids here, Li Ming and Ping'er. She learned that even though Xiang gui ren was going to live in a side hall, His Majesty was decorating her room with things far above her station. The Emperor had even inspected the rooms personally.

"I'm ready," said Jiayi, smoothing down her silken waistcoat. She couldn't keep her hands off of it, it was the nicest thing she'd ever owned.

"Really?" Asked Molan, "You don't have anything for your hair?"

Jiayi reached and patted her plain liangbatou, "I like a simpler look," she lied.

"Simple won't do!" Molan walked over to the foot of her bed and dug around in a small chest. She pulled out a velvet flower hair pin and placed it on Jiayi's hairpiece, "Much better. If I wasn't so sure that Wang gugu wasn't going to come in here and drag us out, I'd do your makeup, too!"

The only response they got from Wang gugu when they returned as a strong glare.

"Who are you?" A skinny girl asked, stepping in front of her.

"Wei Jiayi,"

"Well, Wei Jiayi, make yourself useful and go wipe the walls," the maid shoved a bucket into her chest and stomped away.

Molan huffed and glared at her back, "That's Li Ming. She's miserable here and taking it out on everyone else,"

"Really?" Jiayi took the bucket and began scrubbing. Molan kept herself busy dusting the decorations dotted along the walls.

"Of course! She comes from one of the upper three banners. I heard she was planning to kill herself when she learned who she was serving, but Wang gugu told us that The Emperor would start telling their families that they were punished for adultery,"

"What's all this?" A sweet voice asked.

Wang gugu and the other servants bowed so Jiayi followed suit.

"Greetings to Jiang gui ren, An gui ren," said Wang gugu.

Jiang gui ren waved away the formality with a gold tipped hand.

"Things are coming along quite nicely, Wang gugu. You don't mind if I look around?"

Wang gugu stepped to the side and bowed her head.

Like all the Emperor's women, Jiang gui ren and An gui ren were beautiful. The beauty of An gui ren's small, gentle face was overshadowed by the look of plain hunger she wore, eyes always looking to the nearest coattail to ride. Jiang gui ren had an elegant face and sweet lips. A bright smile could have you staring for quite some time.

Said beauty was overshadowed by the sheer amount of adornment that she liked to wear. The sun streamed through the windows and bounced off of the numerous gold hair accessories that decorated her liangbatou. Jiang gui ren's changfu* was a deep green with gold and silver lotus embroidery. She was certainly not afraid of rings and wore two or three on each hand. All three pairs of earrings glistened in the sun. It was the sort of decoration you would expect of woman who slept in the main hall†.

"His Majesty is truly pampering Xiang meimei," said Jiang gui ren as she stepped into the bedroom, "I'm sure that fur is from the Western tributes. Not even Shen jiejie has something so nice,"

Jiang gui ren turned to the servants who had tucked themselves against the walls.

"It looks like these new slaves aren't so bad,"

"This lowly servant thanks you for your grace!" Replied Li Ming.

Grimacing, Jiang gui ren pressed her handkerchief to her nose,

"But these rooms smell...odd,"

"Perhaps it's the incense, my lady," said her eunuch, Haoyu.

"Yes," she replied with a sigh, "I'm used to a different quality,"

"Let's go back to your rooms so you don't damage your health," said An gui ren.

Jiang gui ren and her entourage swanned away and the servants bid her farewell.

"It's getting late. Go to the kitchens and eat. Don't take more than 15 minutes," said Wang gugu.

Molan stuck to her like glue as they walked through the streets of the Forbidden City.

"You know I don't think I've seen you before. How old are you?"

"18,"

"Oh, so you're Jiayi jiejie! Where did the send you during the last draft? Or did you come from the one before?"

Jiayi swallowed. She knew that she would have to make up a lie about her background but she didn't think she would have to do it so soon.

"Does it matter where she came from? She ended up here so she couldn't be that good," Li Ming walked by, knocking her shoulder into Molan's.

"Li Ming meimei, don't forget, you're here, too! Why do you suddenly care about being good or bad? I saw how much time you spend staring at the guards who pass by, its obvious you want to show them how good you can be,"

Furious, Li Ming's face turned a splotchy red all over, "Shut your mouth," she snapped grabbing at Molan's collar.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiayi hissed, throwing Li Ming's hand away, "If you keep acting like this Wang gugu will have us all sent to the hard labor camps and as sinjeku as well. You wouldn't last a day in there,"

"Mind your own business," Replied Li Ming as she yanked her hand back. She glared at them before walking ahead.

Jiayi just walked along with a shake of her head. It was just her luck that she was serving alongside such a petty girl. If The Empress or the Imperial Noble Consort had passed by and saw their little display, they would be as good as dead. While it would still be a step above from being sent back to Su gonggong, Jiayi wasn't going to let childish fight and churlish behavior stand in the way of her new, simple life.

Jiayi walked through the courtyard of the Imperial Kitchen and felt her stomach grumble. At the hard labor camp, breakfast was thin congee and steamed wilted vegetables that were one step above pig feed. It was late in the day now and she was feeling drained from all the excitement.

The servants entered a side door to collect their meals and could sit and eat in the back courtyard or return to their palace. When the kitchen servant handed her a bowl of brilliantly bright fried rice, Jiayi thought she had ascended. It had been so long since she'd eaten food with color, spice and flavor! There were even bits of pork hiding in the rice. Pork!

"Fried rice again?" Muttered Molan as they sat down to eat, "It's always the same stuff,"

Jiayi didn't bother to respond to her griping and gulped down her food. She tried to savor it, but one mouthful became ten very quickly.

Molan gaped at Jiayi's empty bowl. Not a single grain of rice was left behind, "Finished already?"

"I was hungry," Jiayi replied.

That wasn't a lie, at least. If she wasn't so sure she'd get slapped, she'd go back inside and ask for another bowl.

"Ah, it's Shiyi gugu, tidy up," said Molan. She put bowl to the side and stood.

Like Wang gugu, Shiyi gugu, The Empress' chief maid, was a figure of legends. The rumors that trickled to the outer place told of the countless plots the Shiyi foiled in the name of her master.

"Shiyi gugu," Jiayi bowed her head as the older woman stood in front of them.

"What palace do you belong to?" Shiyi gugu asked, her voice clear and crisp.

"This servant belongs to Xianfugong," replied Jiayi.

"Whatever troubles the Household department may have doesn't excuse this sloppy behavior,"

Sloppy? Yes, she was wearing a maid's uniform but Jiayi still thought they were beautiful! She looked down at her chest, did some rice fall? Did her greasy fingers leave a stain?

Shiyi gugu picked up her arm, "Your clothes don't fit, girl,"

"Oh,"

Jiayi held out her hands and realized that the sleeves were halfway up her forearms. Her ankles felt a bit breezy too, so she could tell without looking that her pants were also a bit short.

Molan bowed her head, "It's this servant's fault. It was the only spare uniform in Xiang gui ren's rooms,"

Shiyi gugu sighed, "Before your mistress arrives you should do your best to appear as modest and clean as possible. Go to the Clothing House and find clothes that fit. If you I see you like this again, I'll have you flogged,"

"Yes!" Jiayi replied, her heart racing. Fung gonggong hadn't been joking. All Jiayi did was wear clothes that were a bit short and now she was being threatened by The Empress' chief maid!

With a final sniff, Shiyi gugu went on her way.

Molan put a hand on her shoulder, "Do you want me to come with you?"

Jiayi shook her head, "No, it's alright. I'll grab a new uniform and head back. But, can you remind me how to get to the Clothing House from here?"

There were a few twists and turns and a scolding from the momo†† in charge but Jiayi returned Xianfugong with a new uniform that hopefully fit. Jiang gui ren's side of palace was empty and the other servants had returned from lunch.

"Miserable bitch..."

Jiayi paused and looked around. She walked deeper into Xiang gui ren's apartments.

"Smug, know-it-all bitch..."

The furious muttering was coming from the maids' rooms. Jiayi crept closer to the door and peeked inside. Li Ming was crouched under Molan's bed, fiddling with something. There was a jangle of metal and the scrape of old wood. Jiayi walked backwards silently and let her feet hit the ground as she walked to the doors once more.

Li Ming had scurried over to her own bed and was pretending to fold something.

"What are you doing here?" She spat.

"Shiyi gugu told me I was looked sloppy so I came back here to change," Jiayi replied.

"I'm not surprised," said Li Ming looking Jiayi up and down, "Just look at you. No lipstick, no rouge, and you can barely dress yourself. You're barely a woman,"

"I'm a maid, not a gêgê,§" Jiayi replied, stepping close to the bed next Li Ming.

"Stop there! I won't have you anywhere close to me. There's an empty bed over there by that idiot,"

"Fine!"

Jiayi stomped over to the furthest bed. It was obvious why no one slept there, it was directly underneath the window. Rain, snow; she'd be pelted by it all when the time came. Sighing she dropped the new uniform and began to undress.

"You're certainly some kind of woman," said Li Ming, "Taking off your clothes with no shame. Shiyi gugu was right to house you here,"

"You're the one staying to look,"

Li Ming huffed and left the room. Jiayi redressed in the new uniform and was pleased to see that it fit much better than before. However her happiness was short-lived. She knew Li Ming was being petty, but her words poked at her like an annoying splinter. As a child, Jiayi loved to dress in pretty silks and decorate herself with her mother and little mother's jewelry. However, as she got older, she began to grow.

And grow.

And grow.

She began to feel awkward dolling herself up so much when she was so much taller than girls her age. All it did was draw attention to how different she was. It's why she picked up drawing. She could draw the beautiful hair and red lips of an imaginary beauty and pretend that it was her. When it came for her family to be punished for her father's crimes, they initially wanted to give her away as a concubine before confirming her age.

Thankfully, she stopped growing a few years ago, but her aversion to beautiful things remained. She found it too unfair. Li Ming was beautiful but didn't deserve it at all. All she did was spew ugly words from a pretty mouth. Not to mention whatever she was doing to Molan's bed.

What was Li Ming doing under Molan's bed?

Jiayi strained to hear the sounds of anyone in the pavilion or in the courtyard. When she confirmed that she was truly alone, Jiayi crouched down near Molan's bed to see underneath. There was nothing there. But that couldn't be. Jiayi heard something when she saw Li Ming down here. A memory of an old bunkmate hiding food under the floorboards until it spoiled came to her. Jiayi began to press against the floorboards before finding a shaky one. She pried it open and stuck her hand inside to feel cool metal. She pulled it out and gasped.

It was a gold buyao¶. An imperial green piece of jade carved like a rose sat on top while the tassels were made from hundreds of tiny pearls and diamonds. Jiayi distinctly remembered admiring this buyao on the vanity in Xiang gui ren's bedroom.

Jiayi walked over to Li Ming's bed and stuck the hair pin in between the mattress and the frame. Jiayi had to think of her future. With Li Ming's attitude, Jiayi would be doing Xiang gui ren a disservice if she allowed the miserable maid to stay.

It would be better for everyone.

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"Jiejie is so talented," gushed Molan as she shuffled through Jiayi's collection of drawings as the maids readied themselves for bed. It was well into the night when Shiyi gugu was satisfied with their work.

"This frog is so cute," said Ping'er, "It's fishing!"

Ping'er had crawled over to Molan's bed to take a look. At 13 years old, Ping'er was full of giggles and smiles. She'd only been in the palace for a few months.

"Shut up over there," Li Ming snapped as she turned down her bed spread, "If you still have the energy to chat bullshit so late at night, Shiyi gugu obviously isn't working you hard enough,"

Molan rolled her eyes, "Whatever. Jiejie, do you do portraits? You should draw me,"

"And me!" Said Ping'er.

Jiayi took the papers and tossed them under her bed, "We can talk about it in the morning. I'm exhausted!"

Ping'er doused the lamp and they all crawled into bed. Jiayi closed her eyes and settled into her bed. No longer did she sleep on a hay filled mattress with a coarse cloth that masqueraded as a blanket. It far an above then anything she could've dreamed of after being forced to serve in the palace. Jiayi vowed to live a good life as a palace maid. She would let nothing snatch this comfort from her for the second time in her life. Jiayi closed her eyes and fell into a deep, dark sleep.

Only to jolt out of bed hours later as stinging licks walloped her legs and chest. Screams and shouts rang through the room.

"Shut up!"

Jiayi cradled her body and knelt on the ground. In the darkness she couldn't see a thing. What was going on? Who would have the gall to cause such a ruckus like this? Were they being punished?

"Get up! Up!"

A hand yanked at her nightclothes and dragged her outside. Jiayi tripped over the ledge to the receiving room and fell to the ground. She heard her roommates being thrown into the room with her. The lamps were lit and Jiayi looked up in terror at Wang gugu's cold face. Standing next to her were a few momos, each holding a thin stick of bamboo.

"Gugu," Ping'er cried, "What's going on?"

Ping'er screamed as a momo whipped her across the back.

"Shut up!"

"Confess," ordered Wang gugu.

"We..we are ignorant and dimwitted," whispered Molan, "Please guide us!"

A momo raised her stick to whip Molan but Wang gugu held out her hand.

"There is a thief in Xianfugong. Men!"

A troop of eunuchs trailed inside, "Your servant is here," they chorused.

"Search their rooms," Wang gugu told the eunuchs before turning to the momos, "Whip them until it's found. If its not found, take them to the Department of Careful Punishment and whip them to death,"

Jiayi hissed as the first hit lashed across her back. She tried to flinch away but the momo wrenched back upright. The red hot pain blistered across her back. Jiayi was sure she bit her lip bloody holding in her screams. The world around deafened to a buzz as cold sweat dripped down her face.

A eunuch returned to report to Wang gugu, "We've found it,"

Wang gugu looked at momos who stopped their whippings at once.

"Show me," she ordered. The eunuch led Wang gugu to the back room.

Jiayi fought keep upright. Every flinch or twist made her back erupt with pain. Ping'er, Molan, and Li Ming were no better. Ping'er wouldn't stop screaming so the momos stuffed her mouth with a rag. It looked like every drop of blood had drained from Molan's face. Wang gugu came back, holding the gold buyao in her hands.

Smirking, she said, "You're all very lucky,"

"This lowly one thanks you for your grace," Jiayi nodded her head and hoped that sufficed as a bow.

Wang gugu pointed at Li Ming, "Take her away!"

Li Ming jolted in shock, "Impossible! Impossible! Wang gugu, you've made a mistake!" She cried as the eunuchs grabbed her.

"Oh?" Said Wang gugu, "Says who?"

"Those worthless dogs don't know a thing!" Li Ming said, sagging in between her captors, "They don't know who's bed is who's!"

"Sun Li Ming," Wang gugu said, "When did I say this was found in a bed?"

Li Ming's eyes widened, her mouth quivering, "Wang gugu–"

"Chen momo," Wang gugu began, addressing one of the heavier set women, "Take special care of her when she comes to you,"

Chen momo bowed, "This servant understands," She nodded to the eunuchs holding Li Ming, "Go!"

"Wang gugu!!"

Sucking her teeth, Chen momo pulled the wet rag from Ping'er's mouth and shoved it in Li Ming's.

"You'll wake the entire city with your stupidness," Chen momo said as she shook her head.

"We'll take our leave,"

Li Ming was dragged away and the servants followed after.

Jiayi stared at the open door way, dazed. Ping'er was quietly sobbing and Molan slumped over to the floor. Wang gugu stepped over her and into Xiang gui ren's bedroom. She delicately lifted the lacquered jewelry box lid and softly placed the hair pin inside.

"You understand your mistake?"

"This lowly one understands," Jiayi replied.

"Good," Wang gugu said with a smile.

––––––––––––– *A type of everyday informal robe with 1 side slit and 5 buttons. †Concubines of the ranks noble lady and below lived in side halls or side rooms in palaces. Imperial concubines and above slept in the main halls of palaces, which were the largest and most opulent. Imperial concubines and above could call themselves the 'master' of a palace ††Title given to elder maids §Title given to young, upper class Manchu, unmarried women ¶Hair stick with hanging tassel

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Keeptober 2022

Prompt 4 combined with 5: Human AU and Headcanon (moodboards with explanations) @keeptober

i'm a bit late, hehe, but here is what I've been working on! i've gotten a story too, but it's coming a bit later

disclaimer: none of the pictures are mine! i just found them on pinterest.

side note: i've added posts from various socials that i think they'd have

Sophie Foster-Ruewen

she/he/they | bi and genderfluid | her older sister, jolie, lives in LA with her girlfriend, vertina, and boyfriend, brant | amy is in a boarding school somewhere in texas | he is a literature nerd and spews references all the time | lowkey loves sharing music with their friends | when she was 12, his dog, iggy, was recued by them when iggy was left wounded from a dog fight | was that one person who'd usually stay in from recess | good thing she did bc he'd tear you apart if you taught them the rules | coffee addict | works at starbucks, but doesn't romanticize it | 'SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK' -sophie to her parents when he had pulled an all-nighter to study | phone case is clear with photos of their friends on the back | no password | home screen is the nicest photo they have of their friends | trades musicals with tam | loves hadestown | wants to tear his friends apart when they visit starbucks just to watch her make coffee | buys "guy" jeans because of *pockets* | favorite order is a caramel frappe | their parents own a farm and they visit the farm each summer | learned how to wrangle animals from a young age | still clumsiest of the group smh | really bad at chem |

Marella Redek

fi/fire/they/them | poly lesbian, gender undecided | gay disaster tm | type of person to have obvious gay panics | secretly writes fanfic | subtle fan | self-projects on characters too many times | fi's dad left when fi was a kid and fi got raised by fire's aunt and her wives bc fi's mom died of heartbreak | not afraid to voice their opinions | has tiktok, but is stuck on the straight side no matter how hard fi accentuates their fruitiness | has the most chaotic photos of fi's friends | keeps photos, videos, and voice recordings as blackmail | if you ever reach their phone, you'll need to go through facial, thumb, and password | only few can go through it | you insulted princess purryfins? expect something of yours to be burnt tomorrow | magnet for other queers | there's always an element of gay in their outfit | the one that gets the sweetest thing on the menu | if you tell fi to chug, fi will chug | works at mcdonalds | 'my name's jared i'm nineteen and i never learned how to fucking read' - marella to people when fi first introduces themself | convinced tam, keefe, fitz, maruca, stina, and lloyd to make a band and got hired as their manager | the name of the band is the unmanageables | depending on lighting, their hair can look blonde, strawberry blonde, or brown |

Linh Alenefar-Endal

she/they | transfem lesbian | divorced parents | she and tam got adopted by tiergan and prentice because they got kicked out by their dad when they came out as trans | definitely didn't adopt tam's deadname | adopted princess purryfins to spite tam | claims that princess purryfins loves you when her cat hates you | in retaliation to princess purryfins, tam got a dog and named it sir barks a lot | joke's on him. the dog is the sweetest | wears a lot of jewelry | gives sentimental gifts | will passive-aggressively leave something she doesn't like on your bed if they're mad at you | really good at disguising anger if you're a stranger | don't get her demeanor wrong. she can strangle you, but won't | really strong swimmer and is always in the top 3 in meets | will sneak out at 3 am just to get ice cream | hides in every possible space | hates the fact that they only have a lock and home screen bc she has too many photos that would be good wallpapers | lock screen is her friends and home screen is her family | don't tell her i told you this, but wylie is her favorite brother | loves wicked | orders the fun drinks | curses much more than you think | 'what do you mean this isn't my juice? *checks label* oh fuck, it isn't my juice!' -linh to wylie about a cleaning product | works at dq |

Biana Vacker-Sonden

ae/aer/they/them (she/her sometimes if ae's feeling it) | ae, surprisingly, has no insta; ae thinks it's too toxic | loves aer step-parent, so ae took cer last name | takes too many selfies; with or without other people, it doesn't matter to aer, but it does to aer phone's storage | ae has too many scrunchies and hair ties | ae loves holding the fact that ae is in ap math over fitz's head although they're shorter than him | heels give ae such gender | loves six: the musical | favors aesthetic things and aer room is too aesthetically pleasing | aer room is messy 50% of the time bc ae's always reorganizing the aesthetic | aer outfits always match aer room's aesthetic | y'know is that vine where a baby had smudged makeup? that's aer fave | that one pjo fangirltm that was "not like other girls" at 12 | had a pinterest board for edits, but it's abandoned and nO THAT NEVER HAPPENED- | only stina, marella, and maruca know abt it | you can bet that whatever drink ae orders has to match aer outfit | strongest of the group | encourages body positivity | birthmarks | 'no, she's beautiful, you misogynistic bitch' -biana to quan song at some point | costume designer for school stuff | loudest laugh in a nice way | most rings make aer itchy | works at starbucks, but in a different branch |

Tam Alenefar-Endal

he/they | transmasc and pan | surprisingly a theater nerd | usually in the backstage crew, but he occasionally gets a role | belts really well | linh has caught him humming 'how bad can i be?' from the lorax on more than one occasion (you can pry the tamcler out of my cold, dead hands) | favorite musical is hamilton | secretly a romantic person | won't admit it, but they love his friends | bed full of squishies | sir barks a lot loves licking his face | intro to musical theater was hadestown | forced to learn violin as a song, but learned piano on his own accord | will silently murder you with his eyes if you hurt his friends or family emotionally or physically | will eat anything if distracted | doesn't usually curse | backgrounds are skeletons | his password is dansemacabre | has the best song recs | don't insult his music taste unless you wanted to die | has the most diverse music taste | orders lattes | a sign of trust is insulting you in your face | salty as fuck | 'DO YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT YOU PUT SHAMPOO IN YOUR MOUTH?!' - tam to keefe after leaving tam's house | prettiest laugh, but rarely laughs | will passive aggressively play a rock song on the piano to prove you wrong |

Keefe Heslege

he/it | the dogs are actually theirs | fitz sent those messages. dw, it's capri sun he's talking abt | he's good at art and decorated the cake itself | bi disaster | that one guy that you'd rarely see in fancy clothes, but would look good in them | he doesn't stress-bake; he stress paints like lily | jokes about hating his cousins, but defends them bc someone else but him dares to insult his cousins?! | its ears turn red instead of blushing, but his hair covers it | if you make it blush enough, pink shows on his cheeks | listens to cody fry | has 1000 blankets, but huddles for warmth | fre shavocado | paint splatters for phone case and bgs | password is hunky hair | chaotic tiktok all the way | has tried straightok once, but regretted it | lily knows too much, so it treats fae like a goddess | emoji addict | caramel drinks all the way | 'what do you mean by you're not supposed to stick that up your secret tunnel?' - keefe about a period pad | has a nice voice, but abuses it | gives you a cold stare if it's mad at you | works at subway | it's goal is to make tam laugh | will do anything on a dare |

Fitz Vacker-Sonden

he/him on thin ice | gay awakening was ironically prince eric and aladdin | was sheltered a lot as a kid, so he rarely watched movies and shows other kids did | his favorite movie is 'in a heartbeat' | he kins zuko from atla | the gay that can't do math | history nerd | 'no i won't help you with your homework' | he can do basic math like addition, subtraction, etc., | human embodiment of gifted kid burnout | very basic room scheme | he wasn't a very creative kid, so that's why he has a red dragon and border collie that are both named mr. snuggles | cried when they watched inside out | not the prince of the group lol | dies of cuteness bc of the smallest cute thing | face recognition and photos of the gang | type of person to walk into a starbucks and order a black coffee for the "taste" when he just wants to impress a certain someone | 'I'm gonna pretend that I didn't see you eat that' - fitz to sophie about a tube of marshmallow disguised in a toothpaste tube | plays the guitar | most illegible handwriting |

Dex Dizznee

he/xe | had an obvious crush on fitz, but sophie was oblivious to it | self-taught himself coding | his family is middle class, but his grandparents are loaded | best friends with biana and they enjoy berating fitz for being in ap math | fitz bashes on xem for not understanding history in turn | ap science, math, and computer class are his best subjects | a natural cuddler | can, will, and does approach you from behind to hug | best hugs | won't give you candy from xor share, but will give you your own pack | has a lot of respect for his mother and treats her right bc she pushed out three human beings within the span of a few minutes | always makes time for family | best movie and show recs, but xe is very casual abt it and you have to pay attention to the way he says something | cried in mulan 2 when xe thought shang died (no, I'm not self-projecting, haha. why do you think that, hehe?) | don't insult iced coffee in xor presence or your phone will be hacked in the morning | 'wait, weren't we supposed to explode something?' - dex abt a reenactment for a history project | became the producer of the band | works part time at his parents' pharmacy |

Maruca Chebota

she/they | second tallest of the group | book nerd | second to learn how to drive | has two moms and a cat named cupcake | favorite subjects are math and english | rarely watches shows | the one on booktok | wants to be a makeup artist when they grow up | really good at math, but not enough to be in ap math | sleepwalker and midnight snacker | will greet you good morning no matter how late she has to stay | bi poly, but boys are out of the question | gone when sweets are in the problem | will read anything if bored | babytalk? never heard of it | has philosophical debates with babies | katara kinnie | has been to the most countries | buys the foamiest shit on the menu | 'don't touch me. I'm eating' - a sleepy maruca who was very obviously not eating | sends memes as replies | gif addict | plays the bass | the band has music like truslow | buys those door mats that have a pun on them | most productive when they're sleepy | nicest handwriting | works at burger king | meows back at cats |

Stina Heks

they/she | they used to live with her grandparents on a farm until she was 8 | her parents married young, so she was given to her maternal grandparents until they settled in | they're really good with horses and has one named sugarcube | nonbinary lesbian | cried when she had to leave sugarcube | they still visit the farm once or twice a month | can't leave the house without cuffing her jeans | binge watches shows and movies | earphones with cords; nothing else | phone case is minimal with cow pattern | lock and home screens are always the same, but it changes a lot | cried at the kitchen table doing math | likes heathers: the musical and the movie | likes bitter and sour things, but not bc of spite | ironically, they don't really give good show recs | snapchat photos as bgs | thumbprint | isn't the sasser; is the sassed | 'you mean to tell me that we forGOT TAM AT THE GAS STATION?!' - a sleep-deprived stina on a road trip | scariest when she hasn't had their morning coffee | coffee with two sugars, creamers, and a huge whip of cream | plays the electric guitar | gets sentimental when they're sleepy |

Wylie Endal-Alenefar

he/they | he sends the slap picture a lot | adopted himself as the older brother of the group | he plays the drums and when they're home from college, he has duets with tam, who can play piano, and linh, who plays violin | he majors in history and literature | aro-spec and gay | was the first person the twins came out to | cyrah and prentice only got married and had him because of societal and cyrah's parental pressure | when cyrah's parents died, they divorced on good terms | cyrah is a good mom, but she's running a business, so wylie is left with his dad a lot | wylie has nearly no posts on his social platforms bc he only got it to look at the posts of the twins and his friends | when he's left to babysit the twins, they're chill with his younger sibs bc | he's usually the designated driver for his college friends | mom friend | helps the twins with homework | is still approached by relatives who changed their diapers | overachiever | works at a library | 'so you're telling me that your cat did all this?' - wylie grumping to linh about one of his sweaters | practically adopts a freshman called glimmer at college |

(+ my ocs)

London Ethiopia-Sonden

she/cer | step-sister of biana and fitz through livvy | not the bio child of livvy, but she was adopted by quinlin and livvy when cer (abusive) parents were sent to jail for child abuse | livvy and quinlin might not have gotten along, but they were good parents | livvy married della and quinlin married alden, so she comes with biana and fitz when it's their dad's turn with them | is the most disastrous gay of the group | added ce/cer to cer pronouns at 13 | genderqueer lesbian | different nail colors each month | customizes cer own sneakers | her best friend, xaden, used to date her bc their parents wanted it, but they broke up when cer parents were arrested; wlw and mlm solidarity | has a pride flag with a middle finger and the words 'fuck homophobes' as cer home screen with a passive-aggressive message on her lock screen | WILL judge you for having too many textures in an outfit | 'you're not coming to my tea party? betHANY, I MADE BISCUITS' - london to lloyd when he got lost on his way to cer birthday party | will be personally offended if you judge anything she's wearing | orders an iced drink; as far as anyone's known cer, she hasn't bought the same thing twice | queen of gay panics. marella, move over | has a yt channel, but only a few people know of it. rants about cer life in videos |

Lloyd Vixen

he/him but thinking of they/hir and ey/em | thought he was aroace at first, but he realized he was gay when he saw liam hemsworth | lily loves bashing on him for having a crush on kovu from the lion king 2 | curses the most | best actor; like, you wouldn't be able to tell if he were really crying or not | would sit in the trunk if there were no seats available | absolutely gone for london's best friend | actually, all of my light-skinned ocs have ears that turn red | lily has the subtlest obvious panics, lloyd has the you wouldn't tell gay panics | orders the sweetest and overcaffeinated drinks | darkest humor | adhd by truslow is his fave song | he and fitz rarely get the arm rests bc they're cis | 'move, i'm gay' - lloyd to xaden as an attempt to flirt although he knows that both of them swing that way | shit at art, but he makes up for it by playing the drums really well | definitely doesn't do things to make him seem hotter to the guy he likes. definitely | he and keefe have matching earrings | meanwhile, he has matching necklaces with lily | has a working doorbell, but claims it's broken so they have to yell | lily knows how to cry on cue, but lloyd can hold back crying |

Lily Vixen

casual she/faer | chaotic lesbian | forms an immediate bond with tam and marella | has the most subtle gay panics that fade into obvious ones when the cause is gone | like faer cousin, she blushes through her ears | for her 16th birthday, london gave fae customized sneakers | out of all the people in the friend group, she's the one that pesters sophie at work | stubbornest gay you've ever met | rarely takes selfies; her phone storage has memes, photos of her friends, photos she wants to save, etc., | her phone case is a pop-it | has the lesbian flag as a lock screen with the words sappho in cursive | bonus points: her password is sappho | vent art for all her emotions | there's even an artwork for faer gay attacks; that's why they're contained so well | while she bothers sophie at their work, she orders chocolate frappes | matching bracelets with london. definitely a "no homo" move | can pull off a really elaborate prank, but won't | owns the most rings and always has a matching set on her hands | shortest of the group and marella loves holding fi's 2 inches over faer head | only cries in private | 'do you ever wonder if trees feel sad that they can't walk?' - a sleep drunk lily | acts drunk when sleepy |

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[tamorisana]

LORE THING

We’ll start with little rules.

Do not ask personal questions. They do not ask you about it and expect the same. 

Name. 

It’s classified for a reason. 

Will get you avoided for a long time. Months only if you are lucky.

Yes, they fear hearing it. Actually think they don’t deserve it. It’s so soft and only one person knows it from them and not by documents.

No, they won’t take their mask off or describe their face.

A simple “It’s for work purposes” should be enough. It mostly is. No one, even the captain saw their face. I’ll quote them “When you ambush a cartel meeting, just for example, I need to be treated the same so there would be an ability to go back, dig into being Angel and be damn useful. Now quit whatever stupid shit you are trying to do and get to work.”

They wear it for safety too.

Yes, they really don’t remember how it looks like. Quit.

They do usually sleep in a balaclava. Stop asking.

If you are persistent it will, again, gain you avoidance. Good luck smothering your mistakes. 

Just little things.

If they speak a little too quietly you politely and casually ask them to speak just a bit louder. No need to roll your eyes and bark like a dog (I'm looking at you Farflan.). Also please stop speaking when they coughing. It does not last long and is much easier for you to continue than repeat.

It takes time to get comfortable with anyone, please be respectful and don’t touch them without asking or getting a green light. They appreciate it really [makes them feel included and maybe maybe like home] but extra touches from different people can and probably will throw them off guard.

If you followed all rules and managed to gain their trust. . .Well, congratulations you now have a loyal friend and shit ton of awful jokes about eating children.

What is a thing is them trying to remember other's routines or what type of coffee their friends and teammates like or tea and just small things. Usually, buy these or stuff that reminds them of someone, such as little bones ring for Captain or a mechanic figure for Vice or little dog treats for Findus because they will spoil this little guy and Hauke forgets to buy him more sometimes or kitchen supplies for stress bakers or little potato cloth pin for Many or chocolate syrup for Orca just things everyone forgets to buy! These are the things Safiye demands to do.

Safiye. . . Harpia wholly believes they don’t deserve to be called their name. Safiye is young, and pretty and had a promising future ahead of him. Harpia is none of these things. One day Harpia will take off their mask and lay down to finally rest while Safi will take back his body. Through I think, I want to believe, existence in the task force will change that. 

This way of treating themselves, as you understand, does not come out of nowhere so backstory time.

Their childhood is the best of what they could get. It was spent on a huge farm, literally huge, a family estate and her mother’s pride. There was everything, fields with crops and grass to run around and to graze cattle. A house, not huge by any means but big enough to be comfortable. A vegetable garden next to a flower garden with apple, pear, cherry and, their family’s pride, peach trees. (Safiye was known as a peach girl for running around the village every year handing out boxes of peaches to people.). They may be well-known for having the best peaches in the whole region but it's not the only thing they provided.

Having both big and small cattle, such as cows, goats, and even a couple of sheep which were a present from some aunt, gave a lot of milk later sold or turned into cheese, sour cream, butter and heavy cream. 

Chickens and ducks were also a part of the farm. Different breeds, different sizes, different eggs. Speaking of eggs, they were sold either to eat or to incubate and have chicks. There also where a big dog Max. Max was a moscow guardian breed and was the nicest puppy Safi ever came across. He was playful, energetic and the biggest, literally biggest, softie for kids.

Siblings? There are none. His parents divorced “We are not meant to be together,” they said “we don’t make each other happy.”. So they divorced and he was the only child, a very wanted and loved child and that stayed so. Despite not having, at the time, any brothers or sisters, has so many relatives: aunts, uncles, cousins, and the friendliest community of people (they get called uncles, aunts, cousins and grandparents too) it’s driving people crazy. Farm, among all the products, gave people both villagers and outsiders a place to work. While formally it all belongs to one family, in reality, you are allowed to call the whole village a farm. No one stays without a job if someone lost one. The whole community is thriving around the farm to the point of outsiders think there is no village at all. 

There is no village now. 2014 destroyed Safi and their home. They had to leave, leave everything, home, Max, memories, and the work of generations behind. Aunt Homa and grandma Rona also stayed behind to look after their little place. Their little heaven was violated by war and occupation. Trees no longer bloom as they used to, Max does not run around fields with us, there are no trips to the river in summer and no hills to slide from in winter. Harpia will bring peace to their home again. They made this promise.

Safiye and Harpia are different only because Harpia wants to separate their past self from what they are right now. Want to preserve the way they remember him to be. For him to stay this way.

This is the reason they went to army. Safiye was 16 when they joined, it was easy with their height and built to smuggle in. After two years of fighting in the front lines, at 18, they became Harpia and were invited to the special task force “[CLASIFIED]”. You can imagine how hard they worked for that. An operation “Handiwork” happened 3 years later in a result of said operation were moved across the world into Shadow Company to protect from russian agents and hitmen until everything calmed down. Shepherd’s operation ruined everything. Missiles are good, they could have changed the situation on the front if only they were legal. So they tried reaching out to Laswell or Captain Lykov, their captain back in Ukraine, but were caught by one of lieutenants and given to russians.

ive been told to mention people so i will do just that @the-bones-in-your-backyard @dismightyman @its-hauke @toomanywordsnllines @mylarena

#harpia #harpia/angel #codblr taskforce #codblr lore #codblrsona #codblr #i dont know what to say #i needed to reveal their name. for future stuff

[thaoilations]

It wasn’t much of a job, honestly. Mimi worked every single day and the money she got for it still was only just enough to cover her bills. Working at a saloon was a boring time, the travellers passing through were quiet, pensive. Luckily, Mimi had a wild imagination. She’d begin deciding on their backstories the moment they stepped through the wooden doors, kicking up dust in the old diner. What were they searching for? What did their drink say about them? What were they running from?

She kept herself occupied, it was a busier day— low, southern voices creating a mumbled chorus through the saloon. Mimi wiped her hands on her corset, smiling kindly at one of the patrons and tucking the money he’d shed into her brassiere. She wasn’t able to flirt money out of the guys the same way the other girls that worked would. It felt icky, wrong— and she found she had a hard time feigning attraction to people. It seemed to come to the other girls so easily, maybe that’s why they made so much more than she did.

The bell above the saloon doors rung and Mimi barely paid any mind, glancing— and then glancing again at someone not so familiar. A girl walked in, must have been a few years Mimi’s senior. She had red hair, and not red in the same way some of the girls at work had red hair — to be sexy and mysterious like a pin up— moreso red hair that felt dangerous, like she tamed dragons in her spare time in some other world. This was aided by the scar on her jawline, suggesting she’d been in some kind of gnarly fight some time back. The girl was masculine, in a way women can so pull off and walked like she had something heavy between her legs. Her stride was intentional and slow as she looked around, taking her hat off and carrying it at her centre. The shadow had hidden her immaculate bone structure and laser focused gaze. Mimi almost felt frightened that she’d catch her staring, wiping an already clean table down to double her subtleties. The red haired traveller approached a table of men, and they quietened at her approach. She must’ve had some kind of pull to get a group like that to be at a loss for words.

Mimi walked behind the bar, trying to be sneaky in following the newcomer— almost like in a trance at her unfamiliarity. Mimi’s bare arm grazed another saloon girls, who was pouring beer from a tap for a customer.

“Who is that?” Mimi nodded secretively towards the girl, who was speaking to the group in a quiet voice which caused them all to lean in just ever so slightly. The ginger girl beside Mimi glanced up from the pint glass, very little interest on her face.

“Uh, text book bounty hunter.” She answered quickly, distracted by another customer approaching. Mimi tilted her head slightly in interest as she continued watching, her brown ringlet curls falling across her arm. She wondered why she was so intrigued. Where did her scar come from? She gazed out of the dusty windows. Mimi wondered what horse was hers. One brown horse was unfamiliar and stood taller than the others, and that was the one she placed her bet on.

Mimi decided to build up the courage to offer them a round of shots, pulling down the nicest and cleanest shot glasses in the house. She filled them with whisky, and was placing the shots individually onto a tray when a scrawny man slid up beside her. She’d seen him a few times, always one drink away from being kicked out, bald and behaved strangely. Mimi grimaced a smile and he smirked lazily.

“Now please, please tell me you’re one’a them girls that lahk’ to drink on the job.” He slurred, accent thick as his eyes ran down Mimis tight fitted clothing. She shook her head, placing another shot on the tray.

“I do not. Why?” She regret asking.

“Cuhs those girls are the sleaziest an’ let you do whatever.” He barked out a laugh, displaying his blackened teeth as he stepped closer making Mimi’s shoulder on his side raise defensively as if to shield herself from his deadly breath.

“No sir.” Mimi shy’d away. He reached for her and at this, a hand reached past Mimi and shoved the man backwards. His drunken self struggled to catch his footing although it wasn’t much of a push, and he managed to stand up as straight as he could.

“Who you pushin, girl?” He hoarsely chastised.

“Can do more than push. If that’s what you want this to be.” Mimi widened her eyes hearing it wasn’t a man’s voice. Her voice was calm, level and dangerous. When Mimi followed the man’s wide gaze, she saw that the red headed traveller was peaking a small revolver out of her jacket, aimed at his chest from below. The man tried to act like he had no interest, yet he all but scurried out the door as Mimi turned to the girl, staring up at her bored expression as she pocketed the gun again.

“Y’know you’re not allowed to draw in here.” Mimi scolded but her voice came out softer than usual and the newcomer wanted to laugh at her attempt at authority.

“Yeah?” She chuckled, reaching past Mimi as someone passed her a cigarette over the brunettes shoulder.

“Could get me in trouble. If that wasn’t the case though I’d probably say thank you.” Mimi smoothed down her corset and the girls eyes followed where her hands were. She leant against the bar, clearly choosing this was where she wanted to stay for now. Mimi cleared her throat. “What’s your name?” She broke the very short silence and then cringed. She was a bounty hunter, she probably didn’t go by any name. Not a name she’d give to a stranger anyways.

“T.” She replied without skipping a beat, pulling the cigarette up to take a drag. She blew the smoke away and eyed the brunette. “What do I call you?”

“Mimi.” She replied with a curt smile. She desperately wanted to know more about T, but she didn’t want to push her luck— it was odd enough that she had attracted her attention in the first place.

“Suits you.” T acknowledged and Mimi tilted her head to the side questioningly, letting her eyes flutter over the girls face as she smoked. “Y’look like you wanna ask me somethin’.” T’s voice strained slightly having just inhaled, letting the smoke burn comfortingly at her chest. Smoking was a nervous habit, she didn’t need to tell Mimi that though.

“I ask a lot of questions, I’ve been working on not doing that anymore. Makes people think m’weird.” She spoke softly in the loud room but T was standing close enough to hear her loud and clear.

“Nothing wrong with that in my books. If I don’t wanna answer a question I don’t answer it. No harm in being asked.” The bounty hunter shrugged, urging her to ask. In all honesty, she didn’t love being questioned— but Mimi’s intentions seemed pure and plus she was trying to keep the conversation going for as long as possible.

“Are you married?” Mimi fiddled with a coaster shyly and T couldn’t help the smirk that grew on her face. She never got asked that, of all things.

“Am I married?” She repeated, brows raising amusedly. Mimis eyes shot up at this, pink warming her cheeks. “To who would I be married?”

“Anyone. I don’t know.” Mimi turned in the direction of the group of men T had stood with previously. “One of them?” Mimi averted her eyes constantly, feeling embarrassed at her question that so clearly revealed her weird needy crush on the stranger.

At the suggestion T nearly burst out laughing, but she didn’t want to mortify the poor girl so she held it back as much as she could, composing herself. “No, I uh— think it’s fairly clear to anyone with eyes that I don’t exactly prefer the company of a man.” She sarked and Mimi flushed even darker, trying to nod casually but the red head didn’t miss the lump she swallowed down.

“Which horse is yours?” The brunette was quick to change the subject, turning her face to the direction of the window as to avoid T’s searing eye contact.

“Wanna meet him?” T stubbed out the cigarette on the bar top, which would usually make Mimi tut in annoyance but she just stared at the girl instead, not caring what her boss might say and followed the T through the crowd toward the door. It was a busy day, and Mimi never stepped a foot out of line, realistically her boss wouldn’t notice or give a shit.

T whistled as they approached the tall brown horse, coat glistening in the sunlight. A few other horses turned and watched them approach before becoming quickly disinterested and T’s horse perked up at the two approaching.

“He’s huge!” Mimi marvelled, clasping her hands together excitedly and T watched her, stuffing her hands in her pockets.

“Yeah.” She responded, tearing her eyes away to her horse.

“Does he have a name?” Mimi stroked the horses cheek and he nuzzled into her palm.

“He does. Guess.” T proposed and Mimi pursed her lips, thinking seriously. She scratched beneath his chin like a dog as she hummed before coming to a definitive answer.

“Cookie!” She exclaimed as her guess. T raised an eyebrow, staring at her.

“Right. Try again.” She deadpanned, not sure whether to laugh or cry at the fact she thought her horse could have such a juvenile name.

“Hmm. Fernando.” She dragged out again and T sighed with a chuckle.

“Ah, so close. Zach.”

“Zach! It suits you! You look just like a Zach!” She spoke kindly to the horse as she continued petting it and it lapped up the attention, it was clear she had handled more dogs than horses in her life.

“Y’ever ridden a horse?” Thao asked, patting Zach’s side and Mimi shook her head sadly.

“No. My mama said I’m too clumsy so I was never allowed.” She sighed and T nodded in gesture towards Zachs saddle.

“Climb up, now I don’t trust you to ride him just yet but you can sit on him. See if you like it.” She crossed her arms and Mimi beamed, excitedly — sticking her foot in the stirrup and carefully swinging herself onto the saddle. She wriggled and got comfortable before turning to look down at the red head.

“How’d I look?” Mimi smiled sweetly and T squinted up, sun in her eyes.

“Like you were born to ride a horse.” T teased and Mimi giggled, stroking Zachs mane and staying for a few moments before turning to climb off. T thrust her hand out for Mimi to take and she did so, helping her jump down and landing with a bounce directly in front of her. Mimi held T’s hand a second longer than necessary before letting go, not making any effort to step back. T put her cowboy hat on Mimi’s head who giggled uncontrollably at this.

“Your hands are rough.” Mimi thought out loud, speaking quieter now.

“Supple skin isn’t really part of the job.” T shrugged and Mimi nodded thoughtfully, wondering what she even meant by that. They walked back towards the saloon doors, T coming to a slow before them.

“I was just dropping by, I’m actually heading off now. It was nice to meet you though.” She nodded courteously and Mimi’s face fell for a moment, feeling like their fun had only just begun. She glumly plopped the hat back on T’s head before her face lit up.

“Stay there, just for one moment. Please.” She urged before bursting back through the saloon doors, leaving them swinging in her wake. T awkwardly kicked up sand as she waited and spotted a tumbleweed roll past in the distance making her snigger. Mimi burst back out, out of breath and wielding an apple.

She took T’s hand and pressed the red fruit into her palm, looking into her eyes with a satisfied smile. “For Zach!” She explained and T chuckled, chucking it once in the air and catching it before pointing at her.

“And what if I get hungry?” T challenged teasingly.

“Then you come back here.” Mimi matched her tone, making T’s eyebrow raise, caught off guard. Mimis eyes widened at the accidental innuendo and was quick to correct herself. “We serve food all day, so…” Even in the shade outside the saloon her rising blush was again visible. T grew to like this about Mimi.

“Right.” T nodded as she began to back off with a knowing smile. “I’ll be back soon then… you know, to eat.” She flirted and Mimi smiled, nervously playing with her fingers.

“I hope so.”

Mimi let herself back into the saloon and exhaled, feeling like she hadn’t been breathing throughout the whole encounter and T chuckled happily to herself as she fed Zach the apple before riding off across the sand. Maybe a companion wouldn’t hurt.

[angelplummie]

Okay so like for starterssssss, I love getting represented as a chubby gal 🥺🥺 so I love you for writing that last Oikawa imagineeeee 😩😩😩

Soooo, I was wondering if I could request a plus size reader that really likes Kuroo, (and he’s like a super cliché bad boy🤰🏽) but he’s too embarrassed to be seen with Y/n. So she starts to hit on his friend or try to make him jealous. (I want you to add your own little idea here! But likeee, make her a baddie 😘😘)

Thanks baby 😚

HE’S A SCUMBAG DON’T YOU KNOW

KUROO X CHUBBY F!READER

Angsty?? kinda, a pinch of suggestive stuff

masterlist

post girlboss was referring to

a/n:i decided to go for emo / anger issues / definitely has punched a hole in his wall kuroo, just cuz i love writing losers, and i love seeing grown men cry. reader is like 20/21 just like college age yk, kuroo is 23 as stated in fic. p.s where my artic monkey hoes at

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex n specific sexual acts, suggestive stuff, uhhh bad boy but he’s not a (bad boy) he’s just a (bad) (boy) he’s just no good, like no fr never date guys like this, he may SEEM COOL and give you the dick but girl you will be so embarrassed once u realised u gave up the kitty for a man that genuinely believes tame impala and mac demarco are unheard of and calls himself an empath even though he’s mean to his mum every time she comes over to help with the laundry and has manipulated every girl he’s ever been in the vicinity of but i digress! on with the story!

“Kuroo-!” you yelped in surprised, bed bouncing beneath you. The second he had thrown you down, he ripped off his shirt and made a noise of frustration when he couldn’t shed his skinny jeans fast enough. Brows furrowed, he began hopping furiously to yank them off.

You laughed, much to his annoyance.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep up with that. What’s the rush?”

He sighed, and carefully pulled them off his ankles. Standing up straight, he seemed to have composed himself, with that cocky smirk on his rugged face. Your eyes trailed down his lean, long body. It was all you could do not to scream, he was so gorgeous. He took a few sweeping steps to where you lay, and got right on top of you, hands either side of your head. His eyes bore into you, it made you squirm internally, not that you would ever admit it.

“Just want you so bad, kitten.”

You barked out a laugh as if your heart didn’t jolt at his stupid pet name. It was such a stupid name, but coming from him it made you melt. Again, not like you’d ever admit it.

“Ew, Tetsu don’t call me kitten, it’s cr-“

He cut you off by leaning down and kissing you, you could feel his snake bites against your bottom lip. He groaned softly, shoving his tongue down your throat. He tasted like his sour apple vape, and his hair was soft when you ran your fingers through it. You could barely contain your butterflies, eyes squeezed closed.

“Come on babe, you know you like it.”

No matter how many times you and Kuroo hung out, it always felt so fresh. Maybe it was because he was exciting, or because he was a little bit wild, you didn’t know.

He leaned down closer to you, getting on his elbows, deepening the kiss. He pulled away and smirked at your breathlessness. With a slender, ring adorned hand, he reached beneath your top and cupped your tits over your bra. He gave them a sharp squeeze and started placing chaste kisses on your neck. He was considerate like that, didn’t leave hickeys because he knew they’d be hard to cover for you. He groaned as he jiggled the fat of your boobs in his hands,

“God, you have the nicest tits, babe.”

You had been dating for nearly 3 months now, if that was what it was. To be honest, you weren’t really sure what you were. You hang out all the time at his or your place, there was rarely a time when you didn’t have an ache between your legs, one way or another. He didn’t really take you on ‘dates’ but chatting to him was fun in itself, you didn’t need to go out to do that. He didn’t necessarily say romantic stuff either... but he didn’t not say romantic stuff either? He beat up your ex at a party one time! That had to mean something right? He exactly wouldn’t tell you how he felt but he showed you, kissing your cheek or tilting your chin up to look at him or kissing your neck or feeling you up. But that usually led to sex, so you couldn’t be certain. It wasn’t like you only screwed though, you watched your favourite movies together... although the last couple times he just started fingering you. You showed him your playlists? No no, he showed you his playlists, his sex playlists. There seemed to be a common theme here. But... there were times, afterwards, when he would pull in you so tight, tell you how good you were for him, how well you did, how pretty you looked. Any doubts you had were gone after a few hushed words on his tobacco reeking rickety old bed. You’d never really had a relationship like this before, but you assumed it was just because Kuroo was so chill. You were probably boyfriend and girlfriend, he just didn’t feel the need to announce it, he was laidback like that. So what if you guys had a lot of sex? Weren’t you a new couple? Wasn’t this just the honeymoon stage were you can’t get your hands off each other? You didn’t want to seem high maintenance and nag, so you let it be. He was sweet enough to you, right now everything was good.

Until it wasn’t.

A clatter sounded downstairs, the door slamming open against the hallway wall.

“Kuroo! Hey man, I brought some California!”, a voice called from bellow.

Kuroo broke away immediately, spit trailing from your neck to his pink lips.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Kuroo mumbled, pushing off the bed and scrambling the pick up his discarded clothes and shove them back on.

You sat up, disgruntled, rearranging your bra strap from were he’d kneaded at it.

“What’s wrong? Who is that?”

He shot you a glance before continuing to yank back on his jeans.

“Uh, so change of plan, I can’t do tonight. I need you to go home. Discreetly.”

What?

“What? Tetsu, I’m already here,” you scoffed.

What was going on?

Why was he acting like this?

You had never seen him so... frantic.

“I know babe, and I’m really sorry about that, but my friends are here early than I said.”

“So? Can’t I meet your friends?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, just let out an exasperated breath, zipping up his fly.

“Well, yeah you can meet them, just not with me. I don’t want them knowing that I-“

He cut himself off, but you had heard enough to understand.

There was a beat of silence, only disturbed by Kuroo’s friends calling for him.

Your mouth hung open, and you scoffed in shock.

You shouldn’t be surprised really. It’s so obvious now that you think about it. So that’s what this was. That explains everything. He didn’t really like you, he was just using you. That’s why he didn’t take you anywhere, or why he didn’t show you he cared. It was because he didn’t. He wasn’t “afraid of getting close to people” or “emotionally distant”, he was just upfront about not giving two shits about you aside from your vagina. I guess he didn’t want his friends to know he was furiously screwing a fat girl any chance he got. He was embarrassed of you. You were something to be ashamed of. Your stomach jerked as you got to your feet. You were pissed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t really hurt. You had liked him. A lot.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You could see the panic in his eyes, it was quite funny actually. Of course you new what it meant, but it still made you feel a little better to watch his eyes widen like that, to hold a shred of power over him.

“I mean- well I didn’t- come on babe you know I didn’t mean it like that-“ he laughed nervously, not noticing the footsteps in the landing. You rolled your eyes. You may have been naive, but you certainly weren’t going to fall for his shit again. Whatever he spouted.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Just say it, your embarrassed of me.”

“Y/N, please, don’t you think-“

Two men burst through the door, one with spiked grey hair and one with fluffy black hair.

“Kuroo! What the hell are you doing up here we’ve been-“ the grey haired one, stopped when his eyes went from a shirtless Kuroo to you.

Your eyes flickered to Kuroo, he looked mortified.

“Ah. I see. Well, Akaashi, we better give these two some time, we can just-“

“Oh no, I was just leaving,” you grabbed your jacket from on top of his chest of drawers and turned back to the two men, putting on a big smile, adrenaline and fury spurring you on.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Your eyes shot to Kuroo, who looking like get was about to shit himself.

“You probably haven’t heard of me, me and Kuroo have actually been having sex for three months. He kept it a secret because he’s embarrassed of me. We should hang out soon though!”

“Y/N-!” Kuroo yelled, exasperation clear in his tone, but you were already descending the stairs.

He came into the hall, hands rubbing his temples.

“Y/N just come talk for a second, I can-“

But he was cut off by the door slamming.

You got in your car parked outside and sped away.

The whir of the engine and the monotony of the roads cleared your mind a bit, a mist of anger still remaining.

You can’t believe you let yourself be tricked. you were a fully grown woman, but you had been reeled in hook, line and sinker. Not only had you been reeled in, you have been reeled in by a man that still had tik tok LED lights in his room and a fucking monster can collection at the age of 24 fucking years old. The more you thought about him, the more you realised how much of an emo loser he was. Of course you were still hurting, but it was more of the angry hurt you feel when it turns out your crush is homophobic or something (been there done that, don’t ask). He was a waste of oxygen, you had decided by the time you made it back to your apartment. A waste of perfectly good space that could most definitely not get the kitty anymore. You got inside your house, pulled on some comfies and got on facetime with your friends.You told them all about what happened, and they passionately bitched about him with you, confirming your suspicion that they never liked him in the first place. They also told you to forget about his existence, he wasn’t worth a slither of your brain power, he was dirt compared to you. All in all, you felt marginally better, saying goodbye to your friends while they still giggled about how stupid Kuroo’s hair was.

This was just a speed bump, you thought as you tucked yourself into bed, you would get over this.

Fast.

“Who’s Bokuto been talking to all night?” Yamamoto leaned over to ask Lev, shouting over the blaring music.

It was a week after you had thrown Kuroo to the curb, and he was out with a couple of volleyball friends, some from Nekoma, but there was also Bokuto with them.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s Y/N something? She’s in class. She’s pretty chill.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up, and he turned around to face his friends up against the bar.

“Bokuto’s talking to who?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Y/N. She goes to my-“

“I know who Y/N is,” kuroo snapped, taking a swig of the beer in his hand and scanning the dance floor for either one of you. He found bokuto first, shoulder against the wall, holding a drink as he leant down to have you whisper something in his ear. That’s when Kuroo paid attention to you. You looked... you looked gorgeous. He felt jealousy creep up inside him. How many times had you been out looking like that since you broke things off? How many guys had you slept with since? How dare Bokuto chat you up when he knew you two had been a thing? Wasn’t he meant to be Kuroo’s friend? As Kuroo wound himself up, you and bokuto continued your extremely pleasant conversation.

“I just wanna say, sorry about Kuroo. He’s a real bonehead, but we’ve been friends since high school so I can’t ditch him.”

You snorted into your cocktail.

“What?”

“Bonehead?”

He frowned and straightened up indignantly.

“Yeah, and? What’s wrong with bonehead?”

“No no, nothing, it’s just very Legally Blonde.”

He beamed down at you.

“I love Legally Blonde!”

“You do? Me too!”

This big beefy man was very cute, you had been talking for nearly three hours now, but you never ran out of things to say. And, aside from the obligatory introduction compliments, he had not made any move to try and get you into a wendy’s bathroom as quick as possible, which you couldn’t say of yours and kuroo’s first meeting.

He had dreamy eyes, you noted as he smiled for the nth time that night.

“Whose your favourite-?”

“What the fuck are you doing man?”

You glanced scathingly over to the familiar face of your old fling.

“What?” Bokuto asked back, clearly done with his friends bad boy shtick.

“Why are you talking to her when... when you know?”

“What’s there to know? I’m talking to her because I want to, and she wants to.”

He looked over to you for approval.

“Right?”

You nodded, a little nervous. You hated Kuroo’s guts, but you knew how weirdly possessive he was, you didn’t wanna cause trouble for Bokuto.

“See? Now I don’t think she wants to see you, right?”

He looked at you again. You nodded again.

“Ok? You guys are over, now are we done?”

Kuroo huffed. His eyes flitted from Bokuto to you, remembering you were there most likely, and he scowled.

“No, we aren’t done, what are you trying to pull anyway? Trying to piss me off by talking to someone I know? Are you really that petty? Well, your little plan is working, so just-just stop, ok?”

You felt like screaming. You had just come out here to have a nice time, not listen to Kuroo’s narcissistic whining.

“Can you just fuck off? Was I not clear enough or something? You’re dead to me, Kuroo. I’m just trying to have a nice night.”

Kuroo’s mouth gaped open. He had never been spoken to like that, never. He clenched his fists at his sides and his glare intensified.

“You’re lucky I gave you the time of day, fat ugly slut.”

He grabbed Bokuto’s shoulder roughly, turning him to face him completely.

“Hey man, thanks for clearing up my sloppy seconds, really good of you. Good to know I’ve got great friends like you.”

Those were the last things out of Kuroo’s mouth before bokuto landed a punch on his cheek, knocking him to the ground.

“You’re a fucking asshole man,” Bokuto grunted.

He stepped over where Kuroo lay, and held out a hand for you to step over too. You took it quietly and trailed along behind him to the door, fingers still locked. His hands were warm, and big. Kuroo’s face must hurt right now. The thought made you smile. He held the door open for you before sighing, resting his back against the wall. You stood in front of him, twiddling with your fingers.

“I am so sorry about that,” You apologised, embarrassed and shaken by the scene Kuroo had made, “I shouldn’t have wound him up, and I shouldn’t have talked to you after I knew you guys were friends, I promise I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“Don’t be, if anything I’m sorry for not making him leave right away. And either way,” he gently reached for your hand again, and you let him take it,”I’m glad you talked to me. I’d like it if you talked to me even more.”

DISCLAIMER FOR KUROO STANS!!!! I DONT THINK HIS HAIR IS STUPID!!! it’s just when ur bestie is going thru a break up or anything entailing a male you shit talk everything about him to high hell, doesn’t matter if he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. also i have no ill will towards kuroo nor any of the characters i write shit bag fan fics about i just like to complain any way i hope you enjoyed! reblogs and replies always appreciated!!!

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