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Hello! I really liked your fanfic about mistletoe and I would like to submit my application. Can you write what type of girl the characters in the twisted wonderland like?

What Kind of Girl they Like

Summary: Fem! Reader What girl the twisted wonderland boys say they will fall for, versus who they will be attracted to.

CW: Fem! Reader, some of the boys are assholes with their answers, it's explained away in the who they end up with section, so take it with a grain of salt, also these are just my opinions. If you don't agree that's ok!

A/n:it is truly humbling how few of these I actually fit the description of 😭 also, feel free to send in an ask if you want the staff and non nrc boys, or a masc. Reader version (there are some differences for some of them for a male lover)

Masc Version gn! Version

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Ace Trappola

What he says

"I dunno, she'd have a great bod and make me sandwiches. Kidding! Sevens, don't glare at me like that, I was just messing with ya! She's probably smart, and sweet as sugar, and let's me get into trouble. And a great bod wouldn't hurt- hey don't throw stuff at me!"

Who he ends up with

Ace is going to be naturally attracted to a girl he can "bring out the worst in." She probably starts out shy and quiet, then Ace adopts her into his friend group, and now they are sassing each other back and forth. She calls him out on his bullshit, and fights against his teasing with teasing of her own. But she also takes care of him when he's down. He's hiding a lot of insecurity under his cool guy exterior, so if she lets him snuggle, and lets him whine, and then whispers how much she loves him, he'll be a happy man. Also, side note, he's fine if you like sports, but if you know nothing about basketball, it means he gets to look really good when you come to his games. Just saying….

Deuce Spade

What he says

"Huh, I've never really thought about it. Um, I guess she's nice and funny, and isn't scared of my past. I'd also want her to be a little like you, Y/N….not that I like you! Well, I like you, not like like you, shit I'm sorry! This isn't sounding any better…"

Who he ends up with

He really means it when he says he wants someone like you. You're one of his first friends, and, in his mind, the person you date/marry should be your best friend. But if it's not you he ends up with, he will probably be attracted to a girl who's book smart, but less street smart. A little "dumb" like him, in a cute kind of way. He likes a cuddler, and maybe a girl who is shorter than him so that he can feel like he's swallowing her whole when he wraps his arms around her. Also, someone who encourages him and helps him with his homework/paperwork.

Riddle Rosehearts

What he says

"I don't have time for a relationship right now….but I think I want someone well behaved who follows the rules- what are you smirking at? Just because you're a rule breaker doesn't mean every girl is. I'd also like her to be in the medical profession. You know, someone who works the same profession as me so we have similar interests."

Who he ends up with

As much as he hates to admit it…he's attracted to rule breakers. Not as bad as Ace obviously, he's not trying to go gray early. But if she says something like "let's have a non herbal tea" when it's time for only herbal tea…damn what a rush. By the time he gets serious with someone, he'll be confident enough in himself to cut ties with his mother, so she has to be strong willed, and willing to live off of a low budget for a while. He'll need someone understanding, who knows he'll have relapses and be too much and too angry sometimes, and she has to be understanding of that, and encouraging of improvement, or he'll live with guilt for the rest of his life.

Trey Clover

What he says

"Someone who's willing to settle down and grow fat and old with me. You're laughing, but I'm going to be running my parents bakery, and feeding people is my love language. Speaking of, you better finish off that slice of cake before the others steal it."

Who he ends up with

Trey isn't that picky. He really means it when he says he wants someone to get old and fat with. That's his dream. Running a bakery with his wife by his side, and growing old together as your own kids grow up and bring home their own spouses. But he also wants a girl he can blindside with his sadistic side. Someone who'll enjoy that side of him, but also someone who easily forgets it's there. It makes things more fun for him.

Cater Diamond

What he says

"Ha ha someone trendy and totes hot. Someone totally cammable. Aw, are you jealous? Don't worry, you'll always be my fave girlie, even if you're not the girl I love."

Who he ends up with

Cater wants someone who won't disappear when he looks away. Yes, if she's "cammable" that's the first thing he's looking for, but when all is said and done, if she seems like she's going to be flaky, he won't take it too seriously either, as a defense mechanism. He needs a girl with mental endurance, because he's going to spend the beginning of the relationship trying to scare her off. Not that he wants to, he just needs to know he won't be left alone like he usually is. He is going to be attracted to a girl who humors his trends and magicam addiction, but who also sees through him. Someone balanced. She sees the real Cay Cay, but she's also willing to be his "trophy wife" online.

Savannaclaw

Jack Howl

What he says

"Oh, I uh, well someone who can keep up on a run with me I guess…"

Who he ends up with

Jack says he wants someone who can work out with him. And he would really be happy if he had a girl who was as active as him…but he'd also be happy with a curvy girl. He gets blushy thinking about holding someone soft and plush against his firm muscles. But he's flexible. In the end he won't choose his future wife based on appearance and activity. Wolf beastmen mate for life, so the main thing he is looking for is loyalty. Loyalty, and someone who would want to raise lots of kids with him. As long as you have those two traits, nothing else really matters to him.

Ruggie Bucchi

What he says

"Girlfriends are expensive, shihihi. Tell you what, you find me a lady with sticky fingers, and we'll eat the rich together."

Who he ends up with

This is a deflection. Ruggie loves the idea of a busy business wife, while he is a trophy househusband, cooking and cleaning for his high powered lady. He wants a strong woman who will scratch his ears and tell him he did such a good job! Then he'll draw her a bath, and massage her feet as she tells him about her day, then they'll snuggle and make out until they fall asleep…that's the dream anyway. He can be a little worker bee until you rise through the ranks, which you will, Ruggie has absolute faith in you. You guys can rob people early on if you have to. In short…Ruggie wants a dommish woman who will call him a good boy and keep him well fed.

Leona Kingscholar

What he says

"Body pillow"

"That's not-"

"Body pillow"

Who he ends up with

He's going to be attracted to a strong woman who whips his ass into shape. Someone who says, "Hey bitch, you're going to therapy, cause I love you and want you to be happy!" And then she actually makes him go. And when he does go, she rewards him with snuggles, and soft kisses. He wants a woman who's never scared of him, who's self assured, and is certain and vocal about her feelings for him.

Also, she has to accept that nighttime is when she's a body pillow. That's an absolute must.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

What he says

"Why do you wish to know? Are you attempting to reach my standards? Ha ha, let's see. A woman who is ethereal, who is willing to dress stunningly, and sit in my lap when I make deals, so that competitors can see what a high value man I am."

Who he ends up with

If that didn't make you want to throw up 🤢. He'll be attracted to someone who makes him feel beautiful in subtle ways. He knows how easy it is to spin a verbal web of lies. But there's some things you can't fake. Like allowing someone to rest on your lap, and caressing their hair. Or squeezing someone's hand gently when you have to let go. Or pressing a kiss to someone's cheek after you help them straighten their outfit. It's the soft romantic moments that'll speak to Azul when he finds his love. Aside from that, he's not looking for anything in particular. Just someone who makes him feel loved and beautiful.

Jade Leech

What he says

"Fu fu who's to say? Perhaps you are the woman of my dreams. Or not."

Who he ends up with

She's a woman who can see through him. She's someone who never compares him or confuses him for his twin. She's smart. Very smart. She eats his mushrooms and goes on hikes with him. She is patient with Floyd. What Jade is looking for….is female Jade. Someone like that is the only one who can truly keep up with him.

Floyd Leech

What he says

"Aw Shrimpy! Are you worried? Don't worry, whoever she is, I'll still squeeze ya!"

Who he ends up with

He's looking for someone fun. That's his only criteria. At least that's what he says. He can't be sure if he loves her because she's fun, or if she's fun because he loves her. In that sense, it's sort of a soulmate situation for Floyd. Whatever will be will be. He'll just know.

…

Also she has to be squeezable.

Scarabia

Kalim al Asim

What he says

"I love everybody!"

"But-"

"Have some of this ice cream, it's amazing!"

Who he ends up with

He wants someone he can spoil, but he doesn't know that. It's something in his subconscious. He doesn't want things in exchange either. So she has to be someone who is okay with being spoiled, and doesn't feel guilty about it. He's going to be attracted to someone who loves life like him, but also helps to keep him grounded. And if she has a spark of danger in her, oh man, he'll be simping so hard.

Jamil Viper

What he says

"I'm not going to even think about it until my freedom is assured. Kalim has promised, but it would be irresponsible to force someone into servitude with me."

Who he ends up with

Jamil is going to be attracted to a hard worker. Someone who's dedicated, and slightly serious. He's also looking for a girl who will see how hard he works, and pampers him from time to time. He's never been in charge of anything, so he likes being the boss of the household. Not that he doesn't see her as an equal! On the contrary, he wants his marriage to be a partnership. But the idea of having somewhere where he is king is definitely something he likes. She can rule the house from as well. They can split the time they rule over the household. They'll take turns being served and pampered.

Pomefiore

Epel Felmier

What he says

"Um, she knows I'm the boss. Wait, that came out misogynistic, sorry I jus mean she knows I'm manly and can support her an all that."

Who he ends up with

He says he wants a cutsie tiny housewife, so that he can be the manly man at the manliest job for mans. He really will be attracted to any girl who doesn't doubt his masculinity, nor call him cute. Someone who tells him that they feel safe and secure with him. He says he wants a short wife. But he's fine with any size or shape as long as she sees him as someone who can care for her.

Rook Hunt

What he says

"Mademoiselle trickster, I can find beauty in every woman."

Who he ends up with

What he says is actually true. He can and will fall in love with every kind of woman. It's hard to say who he will tie himself to, in the end. It'll be someone who he heavily bonds with and imprints on. It's a lot like with Floyd. Essentially a soulmate situation.

Vil Schoenheit

What he says

"Hm. Why do you want to know, potato? I suppose she's professional, and beautiful, and cares about her image enough that she doesn't cause a scandal."

Who he ends up with

The thing about Vil is, he's not that far off from Rook in his take on beauty. He doesn't so much believe in conventional beauty, or societal beauty standards. He knows everyone has an individual definition of health and beauty. When he says he's looking for a beautiful woman, he's looking for someone who's willing to reach her full potential. Or, more accurately, to allow him to help her reach her full potential. Vil never admits it, but he adores pampering and styling people. His love language is helping people look their best. So if she's someone who knows herself enough to know what style she likes, he'll appreciate it, and take up the mantle of doing the hard work, ie making outfits, styling hair and makeup, formulating skin care etc. TLDR, he wants a confident self possessed woman he can dress like a doll, and show off.

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud

What he says

"-------------" mutes ipad.

In his head, he doesn't think any woman would ever love him. But his dream woman is a sexy anime cat girl.

Who he ends up with

What he'll be attracted to is someone who is patient, speaks at a reasonable volume, and is assertive enough to make him leave his room. Essentially, winning Idia's heart is a siege. You'll have to starve him out. That's the patience bit. The reasonable volume comes from him being easily scared by loud noises. Assertive enough to make him leave his room…well that speaks for itself. He wants to believe he can be part of the outside world, and the girl he will fall for will be willing to show it to him.

Diasomnia

Sebek Zigvolt

What he says

"She is someone of noble bearing, who shall help me defend my liege!"

Who he ends up with

He'll fall for a woman who is stronger, mentally, physically, etc., than him. A woman who can put him in his place. A woman who speaks, and it makes him shut up, and sit pretty. She's assertive, and can come off as abrasive to others but to Sebek? Sevens, he'd die for a smidgen of her affection.

Silver

What he says

"I don't think it's worth it to try and define the girl I'll fall in love with. There are so many wonderful women, and my father always told me that love is the greatest mystery in this world. Who's to say who I'll fall in love with?"

Who he ends up with

Silver will fall for someone soft. The entire romance will be soft. Soft caresses in the moonlight. Soft kisses in the morning. Soft fingers gently intertwining. She'll be empathetic about his sleep condition, never blaming him since it's not his fault. She'll be gentle with his animal friends. She'll be sweet and kind and the very image of a Disney Princess. I'm picturing Aurora, actually. How ironic.

Lilia Vanrouge

What he says

"Fu Fu Fu wouldn't you like to know."

Who he ends up with

Lilia can and has fallen for every kind of woman. He's lived a long time. He's had the time to romance lots of women. What he'd probably fall for in this stage of his life, is someone he can tease, and play around with, but who is also ready to settle down a little bit. Someone who enjoys the little things in life. He's getting a little old. He wants to build onto his family that he already has. Silver can stand to have three or ten more siblings, right?

Malleus Draconia

What he says

"You."

Who he ends up with

You.

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zhongrin · 1 year

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┋ The Steambird Issue No.517

article commissioned by the fontaine steambird magazine and written by ✾ mei/rin ✾

[Breaking News!] Our Fontaine gadget makers did it again, folks!

A collaboration project between Fontaine's best gadget makers and the scholars at Sumeru Akademiya has resulted in a prototype device inspired by the now-obsolete AKASHA system.

Not many details have been revealed, but as the scholars described it, they are aiming to use the concept of AKASHA to create a virtual space, called TeyvaTweets, where people can communicate with one another without seeing each other's faces! Yes - much quite like a communication device, but one that utilizes text instead of the usual verbal methods of communication.

A few selected testers have been invited to try it out, and if you're one of the lucky ones - congratulations! We look forward to seeing how this new technology will help connect people across Teyvat.

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Dear <USER>,

𝒞ongratulations! You have been selected to help with testing out the fruits of our labor, here at the Sumeru-Fontaine collaboration project. Enclosed is the device containing the application: TeyvaTweets. Have fun perusing it, and we look forward to your feedback.

⧽ [ Turn on the device ] [ Leave it off ]

ps. user manual and warnings attached on a separate page.

𝚄𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝟷.𝟶.

you should be able to open it using both phone and pc (it's just a normal website).

clicking on pfp/name/username in a tweet (orange box) will open the profile of that person. clicking the 'x' icon on the popup box's top right side will close the user profile.

clicking the tweet on the main page will open the tweet's replies thread. clicking the back button will bring you back to the main page.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.

there are suggestive contents inside, but nothing explicit.

some of you make cameos under other people's tweets too! see if you can spot yourself ;)

there's a lot of images for this one so the page might load slowly for you, especially if your internet isn't fast. i'm also using a free hosting service from GitHub, so yeah.

in order to indulge everyone, please pretend the tweet reply threads that 'overlap' with one another is a separate world on their own (e.g. if multiple people are flirting with a character and they flirt back in the reply thread don't point fingers and say that they're unfaithful / is cheating / ruin someone else's fun in general ;;;)

tested on chrome & safari web browsers on a mac and iphone + google pixel. crossing my fingers that it works on other devices too...

created for 𝓏𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓇𝒾𝓃'𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 (submissions are closed)

might make a y/n-ify version of this in the future bc my brain accidentally fleshed out a whole concept of how it would work, but don't count me on that bc it's gonna take a lot more effort than this and honestly idk if it's even worth it-

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#genshin impact #genshin x reader #zhongli #al haitham #kaveh #childe #kaeya #wanderer #too many characters involved to tag in this #so i just tagged the ones with most appearances #zhongrin's surprise event #rin writes #rin uses her programming skill to have fun

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wwdits-kink-meme · 2 months

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WWDITS KINK MEME

Why not start a revival? Send in your prompts!!

This is an experimental format, so hopefully it works out!

SUBMIT A KINK MEME

FAQ (also under cut for mobile users)

What is a kink meme? Basically a public (usually nsfw) prompt, popularized on Livejournal. One person will throw out an idea that they don’t or can’t fulfill themselves in the hopes that it will spark creativity in someone else! A kink meme can be as simple as pairing + trope, or a full well-thought-out AU!

How do I submit a kink meme? Use the ask button on this blog and it will go into the queue! You can submit anonymously (traditional), but it will be posted either way - make sure you click anonymous if you don’t want your face on it!

How do I fill a kink meme? Any way you like! You can write a fic directly in the reblogs, post it on another site and provide a link, or even post a 32 part series in the replies! We just ask that you link the prompt on your creative piece and/or reblog the submission with your piece included or linked (whichever applicable). If you are putting an explicit fill in reblogs, please remember to add a community label if the original post does not already have one!

Can I fill/submit an NSFW prompt if I am under 18? NO!!!!!!!! Doing so not only endangers you, but the adults in fandom, as well. We can’t stop you from seeking out certain content if you want to see it, but you should not be interacting directly with adults on sexual topics.

Can I fill a prompt with art? Absolutely! If your craft is drawing, painting, crocheting, stop-motion, needlepoint, cosplay, etc etc etc and you are inspired by a kink meme, we encourage you to participate! We also encourage adding alt text to any images.

What content do you allow in submissions? All kinks are welcome - yes, even that one. We will reject submissions that are not WWDITS-based, are hateful in some way, or appear to be submitted in bad faith. Venting, character-bashing, or incomprehensible prompts will be deleted. Transphobia, racism, homophobia, antisemitism, ableism, etc will get you blocked. Due to the limitations of the mods, we are currently only accepting submissions in English or Spanish.

How are kink memes tagged? Tags will include any and all pairings, kinks, applicable tropes, and potentially triggering content to the best of our ability. If we have missed something or you would like to request a certain trigger tag, send us an ask! We cannot guarantee that we will be able to tag for everything, however, and it is important to remember to protect yourself and your online experience. Submissions with explicit language will have community tags attached.

Can I submit SFW prompts? Of course! Despite the name, kink memes aren’t just for porn.

Can I submit prompts with characters from the WWDITS movie, too? Absolutely!

Can I submit prompts with my OC? No, but not because we don’t like your OC - we just don’t know them! These prompts are for someone else to fill, so it has to include characters they know.

Can I submit reader-insert or y/n prompts? Yes, as long as the other characters are from WWDITS!

Can I submit RPF prompts? No, as we prefer that this kink meme focus on the characters in the show rather than the actors who play them. However, celebrities who have appeared in the show as themselves count as characters and are fair game (within reason)!

Can I submit crossover prompts? Yes, under certain conditions. This is a WWDITS kink meme, and we want to ensure those characters have the spotlight! So if your prompt is mostly about the crossover property, or if the WWDITS character is simply one of a medley of different characters, it may be rejected. No Harry Potter, please.

Can I make my own kink meme for a different fandom using this blog as a template? Of course! We encourage this - please bring kink memes back to fandom!!

Who are the mods? Just some adult fans who long for the insanity that was LJ back in the day.

Mod the Impaler - they/them ModMilla - she/her

#wwdits #wwdits kink meme #kink meme #writing prompts #art prompts #nandermo #lasja #polyvamps #laszlermo #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fx

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Silver Lining 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes

Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

"So your sister will be coming by next week with the little ones," your mother declares as you stand at the sink, scrubbing away the remnants of roast beef and potato. "You'll get to play auntie for the day."

"Mhmm," you nod, "what about Justin?"

"Oh, your brother's down visiting with his fiance's family. He said he'd try to make if for Christmas Eve but you know how her family is."

You sniff and pretend to know. You really don't. It's all hearsay to you. You don't hear much from either siblings; they have lives, you just happen to be related.

"S-sounds great," you utter as you put another plate in the rack.

"Oh, honey, you should just use the dishwasher," she says.

"It's f-f-fine, this works," you insist.

"Well, what about you? What are you up to?" She leans on the counter.

"I..." you don't know what to say. You need a lie, anything to appease her. Your brother's engaged, your sister has the white picket fence and you have nothing, "oh, I h-have a job interview."

"You do?" She sounds thoroughly disbelieving.

"Uh, yeah, w-well," you stammer through, trying not to give away your deceit, "since n-no one wants to h-hire me in my f-field, I f-found something new."

"That's exciting," she chimes, "what is it?"

"Uh, I w-want to see i-if it turns out b-before I say," you give a tight-lipped smile, "don't want to d-disappoint you again."

"Sweetie, you're not a disappointment," she hums, "I'm always happy to see you trying."

You look down at the sink and shrug. Behind that comment is the inference that you weren't trying before. That you haven't been. The long nights with vivid nightmares don't exactly motivate you and you've been all but blacklisted as an executive assistant. Even admin roles aren't responding. Even if you do get a bite, the job market is drawn out and tedious.

"Thanks, mom."

"Just... try not to mope around the kids," she chides, "it's Christmas."

You flutter your lashes, "sure, mom."

That's what you are to everyone; weak, pathetic, useless. No, don't do that. You'll make another appointment with Lisa, she always knows what to do.

☕️

Well, this is it. A last resort. One of those freelancing websites that pays pennies. It's better than nothing and will keep you from having too big a gap on your resume. You could easily do the writing gigs, easy money for transcription. You apply to a few of those and scroll on.

You sit up as you see a particular posting that interest you. Oddly enough, the pay isn't half bad. It's also labeled as 'may lead to ongoing work'. Well, well, well, now that's something.

You click into the posting for 'Podcast Script Writer' and review the details. A sample is required for application and lucky enough, you have lots of those hanging around. If it wasn't for your stammer, you'd have an episode done by now. You deleted enough recordings to the point of giving up. Well, this is a solution. You can get your work out there without having to embarrass yourself.

You go through the application, putting in your info and editing a draft before attaching it to the application. You just hope it's thorough enough. You never really let anyone else see and hitting submit makes your stomach flip. With the final click, you close your laptop and quickly get up. Alright, you're not going to dwell on it. If you hear anything, you'll worry then.

You try to read but can't focus. It just makes you think of the posting and your application. Oh jeez, imagine you're rejected but worse, they tell you you've done everything wrong.

Appointment! You can't forget that. You login to the app and put in a request for a Zoom appointment that week. Alright, you're getting things done, you can't say you've done nothing.

You put a video on your phone and lean it on the pop out grip, propping it up on your mattress to watch the compilation of sitcom moments cut together on Youtube. Your mind wanders and your eyes begin to sag as the day shrouds you in fatigue. You slip into a shallow doze as the glare of the screen flickers over you.

The distant clack of keyboards and clicking of mouses needles behind your ears. It's as if you're trapped in a bubble of silence, all colours and noised dampened by the unseen wall. You shudder as you hear his voice, the only thing that's clear. Your name crawls up behind the shell of your ear with his breath as his hands settle on your hips. Your body aches as every muscles tightens and your bones lock in place. Please, no, not again...

"Sir..." you try to speak but nothing comes out. He's always tugging your skirt up, his hand is around your throat. You close your eyes as tears stain your cheeks.

You wake with a start, your phone black as the battery's drained from neglect. You sit up and pant, looking around your dark bedroom, the moonlight limning shadows sinisterly. You gulp and fall back, watching the ceiling as the tears rise in reality and sting your eyes.

If you'd just said no. A simple word. Even you can manage that.

You lay for a while until your restlessness boils over. You get up and plug in your phone. The screen lights up as you rub your eye socket and yawn. There's an email notification in the taskbar. Probably more ads for things you can't afford.

You pull down the menu but find ‘Application Update’ emblazoned across the notification. Oh wow, that was fast. You keep yourself from tapping on the email.

You don't know if you can handle another rejection. You'd rather languish in the uncertainty. You've been doing so for so long, it almost feels safe.

#dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #drabble #series #au #silverfox #silver lining #mcu #marvel #avengers #winter soldier

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penvisions · 4 months

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garnish {chapter 7}

Pairing: Chef! Joel Miller x Bartender! Reader

Summary: Reeling from a tense encounter with your professor, your emotions get the best of you. Self-destruction always makes for a good show to coworkers who don't have the whole picture.

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: violence, language, threatening behavior, misogynistic behavior, sexist language, threatening ultimatum, abuse of power, academic stress, academic anxiety, degrading talk from male characters, self-destructive behavior, home invasion, attempted break in, description of injuries, blood, injuries in the kitchen, dangers of sharp knives, intense emotions, readers internal monologue gets apathetic, reader has depressive and isolating thoughts, talk of injuries, self-depreciation, secret relationship, work relationship, power dynamics (due to job rankings), sexual content, allusions to sexual content, allusions to past feelings of inadequacy, reader gets in her head about life path, reader is having a tough time ngl, invasion of personal space, restaurant lingo, triggers associated with the food industry, smoking, cigarettes, use of tobacco, childhood trauma, reader reveals parentage issues, abandonment issues, past trauma, major angst

A/N: been struggling with this chapter for real, y'all. but the remainder of this fic is outlines and i'm beyond excited to get down to the nitty gritty with it. hope this feeds you well and happy holidays ♡

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“Yes, my brother. He’s been keeping a low profile lately, trying to avoid suspicion that could land him in the hands of the authorities. He’s explained to me that you’re under the impression that he came onto you too strongly for your comfort and decided to submit a police report against him with the help of your boss.”

Surprise colored your features, not expecting this to be the reason why you weren’t being considered for something that would further your academic career, help you to establish yourself in your field of study.

“He put his hands on me in two different situations. He didn’t back off when I verbally told him I wasn’t interested. Then he proceeded to put his hands on me, attacked me outside of my place of work.”

“That’s what he said you would play it off as, but seeing the way that you interact with the gruff boss of yours, playing hard is what seems to be your prerogative.”

“If you want the internship, you need to drop the report. Tell them it was a lover’s spat or something, I’m not really too concerned with how you spin it. But drop it, or I will deny your application and tell my colleagues that while you’re a gifted student, you stir up trouble.”

You watched your phone ring for the umpteenth time. The name of the restaurant popping up, Millie’s name, Joel’s name, Mary’s name. A text from each of them in quick succession.

But you were numb, still seated in the chair across from the desk in the classroom. The sun had set already, the warm lights of the lampposts scattered around the campus the only source. The door still resolutely closed after your professor had left after delivering his two choices for you.

Scrambling as if waking up from a dream, you rushed through the campus and made your way to work.

“Use your safety words!” You shouted, disguising the rising of your voice at the sharp sting of the knife blade slicing through your skin in the heated words. You watched as the slice from the knife turned white before the cells caught up and blood began to bead, spilling from it quickly. The cutting board became stained, and blood made a sticky webbed pattern of splatter on the blade.

“I said behind, it’s not my fault you didn’t hear me!” The new guy had the audacity to raise his voice back at you. His face contorting into something ugly as he dropped the façade of keeping his cool.

“I would’ve heard you if you did say it!” You snarled as you whipped around, the towel normally kept tucked at your hip wrapped tight around your hand. Blood blossomed through the fabric almost immediately. You brandished it at the man. “This wouldn’t have happened if you had proper etiquette!”

“Don’t blame me for not knowing what the hell you’re doing!”

You took a step toward him, good hand about to fly out and grip the front of his shirt. But you were stopped by the sound of the office door opening. Joel Miller filled out the doorway completely, his broad shoulders nearly brushing each side and it would be so easy a reach for him to touch the top of it. He glared around the kitchen, eyes hardening when they landed on the sight of you clutching a towel to a bleeding hand.

You had snuck in the day before, after the stressful interaction with your professor. The restaurant had been too busy to steal away any time with him and you were gone before he had been able to step outside of the kitchen. Overwhelmed and on autopilot for most of the night as the words of your professor echoed in your mind. You had texted him a perfunctory message, saying you had a migraine and would see him the next day and then proceeded to call Nia and vent to her over two bottles of wine that had been too sweet for your empty stomach.

You had snuck in today too, knowing he had to make an order before service started. This was your first time seeing him directly in nearly three days.

“What’s with all the hollerin’?” His eyes were hard, the brown of them dark as he took in the scene, the emotion and tension in the air. The sight of you worked up and a snarl pulling up one corner of your lips.

Before you could even open your mouth, the new guy was speaking in a mocking tone.

“Little miss bartender herself, chef.”

“I wouldn’t have if you had used your fucking safety words.” The words were low, vicious as your patience wore thin. You didn’t need this, especially not today. It had been hard enough to get into the headspace for work, let alone show up, and now you’re injured because some asshole thought he didn’t need to let people know where he was at as he moved around the kitchen space.

The already silent kitchen seemed to grow even more quiet at the harsh words that had fallen from your mouth. Taken aback by the breaking of your normally cool and collected demeanor, in face of the attack all those weeks ago, this was the only instance where you showed your raw emotions. Joel had taken a few steps from the doorway and began to make his way toward your station. His feet stilled when you spoke, the way you did so giving him pause. The manner in which the words had fallen from you stoked real worry deep in his chest. You never raised your voice, let alone spit words out in such a heated way.

Save for that one time you ripped him a new one about his inappropriate behavior when you had first started helping out in his kitchen. You were always polite and professional, cordial and jovial with those you were on closer terms with. This….this was foreign and it had warning bells going off in his head immediately. He hadn’t even seen you slink into the kitchen, the last concrete contact he had with you about maybe being late for work.

He was about to say something, to break up the confrontation when the new guy decided to dig his heels in and make an even bigger mess out of the situation. Joel noticed the way you didn’t step back as the younger man’s features morphed into a cocky grin and he took a step closer to you, getting into your personal space.

“You knew I was behind you, sweetie, you always have an eye on me and push that nice ass out toward me. Don’t play dumb. I know you like what you see. Too bad I don’t waste my time on pathetic, easy girls like you.”

The silence in the kitchen was deafening, the tension thick as everyone stopped what they were working on and watched you two stare each other down. It was no secret he hadn’t made any friends in the three weeks he had been here, too full of himself for people to want to talk to him. From the glares being aimed at him now, the feelings of ire flowing from everyone else in the kitchen. Joel felt the nerve in his jaw jump as he accessed the scene alongside everyone. He wanted to step in, but he felt frozen on the spot, his emotions a whirlwind inside of him and his anger making his mind blank out.

“Fuck this.”

His words stung, as much as you wish they didn’t. The entire week taking its toll on you and culminating into an overwhelming tidal wave that finally crested and made an impact. You felt angry, hot tears prick at your eyes. You hated that they were visible in the fluorescent lights of the kitchen and that everyone could see the shine of them as you felt your face heat up. That Joel could see them when you frantically glanced around the room, trying to keep them at bay.

A smug grin on the man’s face was the last thing you saw before you turned on your heel and walked out the back door. You let it slam behind you as you walked past the dumpsters and the recycling bins lined up along the back of the building and some of fence that lined the back lot for employee parking.

Digging the keys out from underneath your apron, you unhooked them from your belt loop and unlocked your car. You didn’t look back when you heard the door open, just hopped into the driver’s seat and drove off from the restaurant.

The waiting room was crowded with screaming children and crying babies. An assault on your already overwhelmed senses. At the sight of blood dripping down the length of your arm, a nurse at the front desk hopped up from her chair and tended to you before taking your information and telling you to wait for a room to get stitches. That it would be wait, they were busy. You nodded, taking your injured hand and pride and settled into a vinyl chair with silent tears trailing down your cheeks.

Alone.

Always alone.

Fighting for the smallest things, always fighting, always trying, always pushing yourself.

Seemingly for no reason.

Everyone had someone, waiting with them, waiting for them. But your apartment was empty, your friends at work. No text sent out to let them know what had happened because it would be hours before anyone saw it. Evening, before you would inevitably return to wallow in the confines of your own apartment to nurse your bruised ego and aching heart.

I think I need some space, I’m sorry.

The woosh of the message sending was lost in the sounds of the waiting room. A couple close by, whispering to each other. Looked like the guy had broken his arm, holding it tight to his body. The girl fussing over him in a way you wish someone would pay attention to you. Joel was…he was great. When not at work, when in your own little bubble of connection and creation together. But he was an absent texter, would call and leave messages on your phone during class times, but they were mostly silence followed by a huff before the dial tone.

You weren’t sure what that was about. He had far more going on in his life. A restaurant to run, family in town, family out of town, an old business he kept up with, friends he would see on a semi-regular basis.

But you?

Alone. No family nearby or in general. Nothing but school that seemed to have been a giant mistake to continue. A job field you hadn’t wanted to return to. A man who could only seem to give you half of himself when not at work. Different personal spaces and paces of life, shared moments that always came to an end far too soon only to be swept under the rug when clocked in.

And it hurt, dammit.

He didn’t respond. And you hadn’t expected him to. It was service hours, after all.

It hurt, even as your heart pleaded at you to give him a call and ask him to come sit with you.

You called the manager as you turned into your apartment complex parking lot. The gate squeaking as it closed behind your truck. The hospital had seen you in three hours, the tirage taking a while despite actively bleeding. But you had shiny new stitches that stretched from the top of your left index finger knuckle to the middle of your palm in a painful way, twelve all in all.

You explained to her that you didn’t want to file any complaints or for workers comp but would need the week off to get stitches and let the injury heal a bit before you handled anything confidently. She agreed to pay you for the missed shifts, not taking it out of your PTO as they hadn’t had any issues with your attendance in the year you had worked there. You thanked her and apologized for any inconvenience once again.

You ignored the sound of a car pulling up along the curb outside the gate, used to random people parking around to get to the concert hall a few blocks away or a visitor for one of the other many apartment buildings lining both sides of the street.

“Just…expect to be taken off of prep. Chef doesn’t take lightly to people who bail, you know that.”

“Heard, see ya in a week.”

You were just out of the shower, having tried to keep your injury out of the spray of the hot water. You had asked them not to wrap it up as you got discharged, telling them you were going to shower the second you got home. They sent home the appropriate dressings and instructions on how to keep it all clean and avoid infection. You were comfy in a large T-shirt with some hiking graphics on the back of it and a pair of boy shorts, just stepping into your slippers when there was a knock on your door.

You sauntered over to it, tired from the day and a little loopy from the cortisone shot they had given you at the hospital. When you pulled the door open you were greeted by the large figure of Joel. The crown of curls around his head lit up from a light post further down by the curb.

“Wh-why are you here?” You let your shock show in the slight parting of your lips, the heavy exhale at the image of the man you were yearning for displayed right in front of you. As if you had summoned him with thoughts alone.

“You got hurt,” He shuffled on his feet, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of his neck as he looked at the visible stitches on your left hand. His other one held a large paper bag, but you were more focused on the nervous energy he was exhibiting. As if he was worried he wasn’t supposed to be here, knew he wasn’t supposed to be here and hadn’t been able to keep away. You had been holding it close to your chest, not wanting to accidently knock it on anything as you walked around. “Wanted to check on ya.”

“I told you I needed some space.” You moved to begin swinging the door shut but his free hand shot out and stopped the motion easily, thick fingers and wide palm spanning the wood.

“I came to check on you.” He said with a little more force, reminiscent of him being in the kitchen as calling for hands or for dishes right that fucking second. When you didn’t move or say anything he cleared his throat and talked on, softer now. “Brought you some food. Your stomach is prolly turning from havin’ nothing in it when they gave you the shots needed for stitches. I know you might not be hungry or able to eat but it’ll be there for you when you want it.”

“How-“ You found yourself stepping back as he advanced into the doorway and then a few paces into the apartment. The front door opened up directly into the living room, the kitchen just beyond it, separated by a breakfast bar and the small doors that kept the washer and dryer hidden. He set a hefty paper bag on the couch underneath the window beside the door. The scent of greasy Chinese food made your stomach gurgle to life and your mouth water.

“Used to be a contractor, seen my fair share of bad injuries. There was a lot of blood left on the cutting board, just figured.” He looked around over the top of your head and took in the colorful but controlled palette of your belongings before his gaze landed back on you. Reading something in the space you couldn’t quite figure out. “Didn’t get a text from you, but if you really want me to, I’ll leave right this second.”

Your eyes softened, seeing how earnest he was. All you could do was shake your head, heart thudding in your chest at the realization that your text hadn’t been sent. A silent thank you to shitty hospital cell service.

The sound of the door shutting and locking behind him was the beginning of a quiet evening curled up on the couch with him and whispered words of comfort against your temple as his moustache tickled against your skin.

The shattering of glass was loud, jolting you from your sleeping position curled up in front of Joel, his arms around you and his legs tangled with your own. He was up on his feet in seconds, telling you to stay in the bedroom while he cautiously peered into the small living room. He shuffled on his feet as Sweet Pea came hurling into the room, puffed up as big as she could get, eyes blown out. She jumped atop the bed and you watched Joel’s back disappear in what little light from the street lamps filtered in through your sheer curtains and thick blinds.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Joel was hollering, the bat you had set aside just outside the bedroom door all those weeks ago still there. He grabbed a hold of it and you could hear him swinging, making contact with something metallic. The crack of the wood was loud, making you jump to your feet and you scrambled to get your phone from where it was buried in the sheets.

There was a yelp, followed by the crunching of glass and harsh breathing. The operator was calmly trying to get your attention, hearing the commotion from the other side of the line as you had put it on speaker. The sounds of heavy thuds on the metal stairs outside rattled the walls and your dizzy head. Joel seemed to have followed them, a second set of steps sounding right behind the first.

“Ma’am, are you safe? What’s going on?”

“B-break in, someone broke into my apartment.”

“Is the person still there?”

The line was silent as she waited for an answer, the heavy footsteps of someone coming back up toward the apartment startled you. Hands flailing to catch Sweet Pea as she jumped into your arms. The phone clattered to the hardwood floor.

“Ma’am? Are you still there? Are you okay?”

“My-my boyfriend is-“ You bent down to pick it up, cuddling the small creature close to your chest as she shook in your arms. Joel walked back into the room then, blood smeared on the bat and sporting a gash to his cheek. “He scared them off.”

“Ma’am, I’m sending a police car, what’s your address?”

Joel took over the situation as they arrived, meeting them down at the gate. He walked them through the event, told them the car he had seen the guy rush to and then sped off in. The glimpses of dirty blonde hair underneath a cap, the sound of his voice reminiscent of the one he had protected you from at a bar all that time ago. Of the open investigations you both had over the encounter at his restaurant.

They seemed to take all the crumbs and piece them together, saying it was most likely a stalking situation and you had dropped the mug of tea you had just made at the word. It had been advised that a car were to patrol the street on a more regular basis, but ultimately that you should stay with someone for a while, until things calmed down and your window was repaired.

Hours later, as the sky began to lighten from the deep blue of nightfall to the pastel oranges of early morning, you and Joel found yourself tucked back into bed and curled up with each other. Shielding each other from the rest of the world.

“You gonna tell me what happened at your meeting?” Joel’s voice was careful as he regarded you across the cab of his own truck. He was driving toward his house just outside the downtown area. A suburb that hadn’t felt the effects of gentrification that had so many others had fallen into. It was quant and cozy, neighbors friendly with each other after living there for so long. A good home for his daughters as he raised one and then adopted the other in their teens, sharing the safe place he had crafted for one daughter with another who had never known such a thing. A kind and caring man, now offering to take care of you in the wake of your personal space feeling tainted.

Sweet pea was in your lap, curled up in your crossed legs, preventing Joel from being able to rest a hand atop your thigh while he drove, both hands firmly on the steering wheel. He had been stealing glances your way since you both loaded up, along with three packed bags. Two for you and one for the small cat, with the promise to get her a little box after dropping her off.

Your demeanor shifted from relaxed and boneless in his passenger seat to rigid, shoulders pulling taught as you sat as straight as you could, lower back aching with the pressure after having sat for so long in cheap, hard waiting room chairs the night before. The hot sensation of embarrassment and shame bubbled up your chest to your throat, preventing words even if you had them.

You shook your head, focused on the world passing by in a blur outside the window.

He seemed to realize it was the wrong moment, to have asked such a thing from you because one of his hands was reaching over and tangling with your own.

“That’s okay, whenever you’re ready, yeah?” He chewed on his bottom lip, coming to a stop at a red light. “Or even not at all, okay, if you don’t want. Whatever you need, baby, I’m gonna try my best, alright?”

You nodded, not able to meet his earnest stare, you both startled when a horn honked behind his truck, urging him to drive through the now green light.

“I’m here for you, you gotta know that. Even if you don’t ask me.” He spoke as he turned into a quiet neighborhood, just outside the bustle of the city. A suburb that reminded you of the one you grew up in, the one you hadn’t been back home to in a decade. Wasn’t welcome back to in wake of family drama and endless fighting.

“Did you know my dad got remarried when I was young?”

“No, darlin’, I didn’t.” He said softly, unaware of why this was what you decided to tell him. But he listened all the same, as he parked in a clear drive and helped you down out of the passenger side of the truck. Making sure that Sweet Pea was cuddled tight to you and safely ushered through the doorway into his home.

“She didn’t like me, the woman my dad had been dating. Said…said I was so smart it was blinding. That I’d never find a man who would want to be with me because I always intimidated people. Too independent, too heavy to attract anyone, too much of all the wrong things.”

You stood in the threshold of the living room, watching as your small cat explored the new space. With a cautious curiosity, as if worried about hidden threats behind every corner. Chirping as she went, looking back at you every few minutes to make sure you hadn’t abandoned her.

“I don’t know who this woman is, but she’s wrong, darlin’. She had no business telling you those things at such a young age.”

“If only she could see me now,” You scoffed as your stitches throbbed underneath thick bandages, pain dulled but breaking through the medicine you needed to take once again. “Got a stalker who won’t leave me alone and a professor who deals in ultimatums.”

The bags he still held dropped to the floor and he was suddenly in front of you, his hands on your shoulders as he gave you all of his attention.

Your eyes met his and the words came tumbling out in a rush.

“I was so stupid to think that she was just spewing bullshit, because she’s right. Smart mouth getting me in trouble, getting me into situations where I’m sleeping with my goddamn boss, barely scraping by for a degree that doesn’t mean anything now. He’s-he’s going to tell the entire board that I’m trouble and they’re both right. I always mess everything up, it’s why I’m alone. Can’t disappoint people who aren’t in your life, right?”

You chuckled wetly, face hot and hands shaking as Joel carefully took them in his own.

“Hey,” Joel’s voice was firm, his eyes focused as he brought you to his chest and held you. “Don’t go saying any of that alright. She’s not right. She don’t know you, what you made of yourself. It doesn’t matter what she thinks, what matters is how you feel.”

“I feel like she’s right, she got my dad to believe her. Haven’t spoken to him since I moved out at eighteen. But not from their house, I had been dumped with my grandparents because she wanted kids of her own and it was either space for me or space for them.

A-and it feels like all the hard work I spent years focusing on is all up to a man who has all the power. The ability to spin this entire situation to his needs and wants, to protect those in his care. Everyone has someone looking out for them, helping them, guiding them. But…but, I don’t…I don’t have anyone…”

Your breathing was slow and deep. Controlled as you calmly spiraled, mania from the past few days winding down into a resolute conclusion of bitter acceptance for the things that have happened and taking the blame for them because there was nowhere else to place it.

“You have me,” Your name was a plea on his lips and all you could do was cling to him as he pulled you into his chest. It was easy to fall into him, but you pulled away just as quickly as you had reached out. For his warmth and reassurance, his kind words that you didn’t deserve. “You have me, okay?”

“You-you’re my boss. And he was right, told me I’m just a messy girl who likes to play hard to get. That’s why he’s going to tell the entire board that I’m unfit for the internship, that I’m trouble to have in class, a risk that shouldn’t be considered. A waste of potential crumbling because I’m too self-righteous and tried to stand up for myself in that bar.”

“Look. No, you look at me and hear me okay.” He grasped your shoulders again and pivoted you from where you had begun to turn your attention away from him, feeling utterly hollowed out and bared for him to see all the ugliness you hid inside the beneath your skin and bones. All laid out for him to pick through like a predator to find the best parts and take take take what he wanted. But it was all rotten, it was all tainted, turned. Bad.

“I will file the appropriate paperwork in both our files, have Mary look it over and sign as a witness, stating that we are in a consensual relationship. That there were no contingencies of promised payment, position, or promotion regarding the development of it. I swear to you, baby, I will do it. To show you that it’s important to me, that you’re important to me. That this isn’t just some fling.”

“I was so close,” Your voice broke, hoarse and tapered off into a sound that didn’t sit right in your ears. It was startling how foreign it sounded. As if the woman speaking was someone else and not yourself, feeling small and childish and helpless as you watched your bags get taken from a car and placed around you by a woman smiling brightly and a man who wouldn’t look directly at you. Spoken words of, ‘this is for the best’.

“I was so close.” The woman repeated, and you felt your knees give as the weight of her words hit you and your vision faded out.

This is for the best.

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Welcome to the Grimm Kink Meme

Doing our part to reintroduce kink memes to the fandom ecosystem!

Credit to @wwdits-kink-meme for the idea and for their generosity in allowing other fandoms to use their blog as a template to start additional kink memes!

SUBMIT A KINK MEME HERE

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Questions? Check out our FAQ! (also under the cut for mobile users)

What is a kink meme? A kink meme is a public (usually nsfw) prompt thread, originally popularized on LiveJournal. One person will throw out an idea that they don’t or can’t fulfill themselves in the hopes that it will spark creativity in someone else. A kink meme can be as simple as pairing + trope, or a full well-thought-out AU.

How do I fill a kink meme? Any way you like! Submissions are open for you to submit your prompt fills directly to this blog, but you can also do any of the following:

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Can I fill a prompt with art? Absolutely! If your craft is drawing, painting, crocheting, stop-motion, needlepoint, cosplay, etc. and you are inspired by a kink meme, we encourage you to participate! We also encourage adding alt text to any images.

What content do you allow in submissions? All ships and kinks are welcome - yes, even that one. Prompts not related to Grimm will be rejected. Venting, character-bashing, or incomprehensible prompts will be deleted. Transphobia, racism, misogyny, homophobia, antisemitism, Islamophobia, or ableism will get you blocked.

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Can I make my own kink meme for a different fandom using this blog as a template? This kink meme was created using the WWDITS Kink Meme as a template with permission of the generous mods as stated in their FAQ. I encourage you to check out their kink meme if you’d like a thorough starting point!

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purlty23 · 4 months

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N/S/F/W Commission Form

This form is to be downloaded, or filled in with the copy and paste version below when I have slots open. Be sure to check my pinned post for slot status. The best way to submit it is into my Tumblr DMs. Instructions for each step and transcript under the cut

This form must be complete upon submission. The information on this form may be changed during the process- bring up changes you’d like to me.

SFW Commission Order Form

Due date: This is the date you would like the piece to be finished by. If you have no desired due date, check off the corresponding box.

Piece selection: Choose ONE of the following: full color, flat color, or sketch. Then choose ONE of the following: half body or full body. See form or commission info page for price listings. If you would like an extra character in the piece, select the corresponding box.

Paypal email: Input the email for your paypal account. This will be used to send the invoice once the base sketch has been agreed upon.

Pose reference: This is where you express your idea for the pose. Image references are preferred, but detailed description is also fine. Feel free to add background references here as well.

Character reference: The reference for the character(s) involved in the piece. Image references are necessary for original characters (character reference sheets, body + hair + face reference photos).

Clothes reference: The clothes and accessories that you’d like the character(s) to be wearing, if applicable. Image references are preferred, but detailed description is fine.

Genitalia: Choose the genitalia you’d like the character to have. You may check off more than one! If your piece has multiple characters, add their genital details to the ‘other’ or ‘extra details’ space.

Breast size: Put your characters breast size here, if applicable. Feel free to put top surgery as a status here.

Extra details: Feel free to use this space for any additional information. Kinks, background details, cum preferences, etc.

Transcript (copy+paste):

Due Date: Sketch, Flat color OR Full color: Full body OR Half body: Extra character: (yes OR no) Paypal Email: Pose reference: Character reference: Clothes reference: Genitalia: (dick, balls, knot, vagina, clitoris, other?) Breast size: (if applicable) Extra details:

#Commission order form

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fictoculus · 9 months

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☆ intro.

you are more than welcome to submit a request on what you’d like me to write! however, there are some things i will not write under any circumstances. i hope you can understand and take some time to check through these rules��before submitting your request, thank youuu ^^

☆ standard info.

♪ UP TO 5 CHARACTERS PER REQUEST - i may sometimes add/swap characters of my choosing if i have ideas for them or think they would match the scenario well

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☆ not allowed.

♪ NO NSFW/18+ CONTENT - i'm a minor!!!

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♪ NO YANDERE CONTENT - i will not write any content linked in any way to yandere. i personally am very uncomfortable with it and do not see the appeal.

♪ NO PEDOPHILIC CONTENT - i will not write write content shipping a child. any of my content that features a character who is a child will be strictly platonic.

☆ allowed.

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moonlitriptides · 10 months

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WAVES: Chapter 2 "The Call"

Characters: GN!Yuu/Yuusona, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Trey Clover, Other character mentions, minor OCs of mine for support

Synopsis: Now with graduation come and gone comes the stage we all dread--adulthood! Yuu has been hard at work trying to find jobs to help cover their growing debt and costs of living, including applying to the city's largest attraction--The Mostro Aquarium & Café. Will the job be enough to cover expenses? Or does the job come with a fishy catch?

Tags: TWST, Twisted Wonderland, 21+, Aged Up Characters (Graduated), Violent themes, torture, romance, slight sexual themes, hallucinations, yandere, gruesome, mentions of blood, graphic images, angst, anger, merfolk, mafia violence, organized crime, chaos, somewhat established relationships (friendships), cursing, modern college au, magic does exist but it's not a major theme, overblot-like

// Summary of Chapter: After so many weeks of job hunting, finally you get a shining sliver of hope when you finally receive one singular phonecall.

______________________Chapter 2: The Call______________________

What felt like mere minutes to you was actually a few whole hours of you typing up applications and submitting them along with your resume. A lot of the jobs you applied to didn’t really seem to catch your eye, but one thing you were always told growing up was “a job’s a job”. Anything to pay your incoming debt and your current bills, really, ‘cause them savings are only going to save you for so long. Who knew ADULTING sucked SO HARD?

When you glanced at the little clock in the corner of your screen, you were quite impressed to notice it was only 10:30 in the morning. Hm, not bad timing, right? The Patisserie was still busy as can be since it was still mid morning, and when you glanced up from your screen you could see Trey serving customers from behind the counter and doing his usual routine. He was such a diligent worker and you always admired him for his work ethic… but sometimes you couldn’t help but worry about him. Did he ever take time to himself? Was he ever NOT working? Well… he was certainly in a better spot than you were, that’s for sure… or so you thought. Deciding to switch gears, you switched tabs to your email to look and see if there were any answers from previous applications. You had hoped there would be something but… nope. Nada. Zilch. Nothing. Your online resume website you applied to a lot of jobs? As dry as the Scalding Sands. You had half hoped that all the applications you sent out weeks ago at least had some sort of update, regardless of what kind of update it was. A rejection is still a better idea than radio silence.

A some odd few 45 minutes go by with your endless searching when you feel your phone start to buzz next to you on the table. The screen lit up with an unknown number trying to call you, and at first your heart jumped not because you were anticipating any of the calls, but because you absolutely hated getting stranger calls and often ignored them. However, this was different, as any of these calls could be potential employers. With a big gulp and a sharp inhale of air, you picked up the phone and pressed the green phone button, putting the phone to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hello. My name is Allison and I’m calling from the Mostro Lounge HR Department, is this (Y/N) speaking?” “A-Ah y-yes it is!” You sat up at more attention, your heart skipping as you remembered the name being one of those that you applied for a position at.

“Splendid. I’m calling in regards to the application you submitted about our open Aquarist position. We have reviewed your application and would like to move forward in the process and would like to schedule an interview with you. Is this something you’d still be interested in?” “Y-YES! Yes of course I would be interested.” “Wonderful. We have open availability for interviews tomorrow afternoon if that works for you? If not I can schedule another time.” “Oh yes that works! I am free all of tomorrow, yes.” You didn’t want to get ahead of yourself right then and there, but this was the one sliver of hope you’ve had in weeks now.

“Splendid. Does 6PM at the Lounge sound good to you?” “Yes!” “Wonderful,” And there was the sounding of typing and clacking on the worker’s end of the call. “I put you in for 6PM tomorrow. You’ll be interviewing with Mr. Ashengrotto tomorrow night. He prefers to interview his staff himself, so when you arrive just ask for him and tell the front you’re here for an interview. Do you have any questions for me?” The worker asked, but her voice was more or less uncaring. Couldn’t blame her, a job was a job whether you liked it or not. “O-Oh uhm… no no I think I’ll save my questions for the interview process.” “Alright. We look forward to seeing you tomorrow then. Have a wonderful rest of your day.” “You as well!” And with that, and a click of the button, you hung up the call and let out a loud sigh of relief as you practically melted against the seat you were in. Finally, there was an opportunity SOMEWHERE and you did not plan on screwing this one up. Glancing at your phone again for the time, a smile cracked across your face. Perhaps things were finally about to turn around. Oh, you’d have to tell Trey when he was done with work! Oh but that would be a few hours, since it wasn’t even noon yet. Well, it would be soon, but the shop didn’t close til around 6pm. So for now, with new wind in your sails, you sat back up and went back to your laptop and continued to send out applications and check for any messages or notifications back from anyone. You knew you had to keep going because an interview doesn’t exactly mean you’re hired yet, so you’d have to keep casting your line for fish until you officially get the ‘You’re Hired!’ news.

Still, you were excited to see where this goes.

— A Few Hours Later —

Since you had known Trey for so long, you were allowed to stick around when they closed since they knew you were waiting for them. Once he was done cleaning up the counter, you saw a blur of pastels and green come slide in front of you. “So… I saw you got a call, any good news?” The young man asked, a gleam in his eyes. He was hopeful for you too, and he wanted to know all about it, too. He was a bit of a Nosy Rosy, of course!

“Mm! I got a call back from that big aquarium in the center of the city! I have an interview for them tomorrow!” “Oh. Well uh, good luck!” He seemed surprised. “I’m sure you’ll nail it.” With a placid smile upon his face, but something was the slightest bit off about it. You didn’t seem to notice due to being absolutely over the moon about your news. “I’m hoping this is the start of a bunch of return calls and emails. I know one interview doesn’t mean I’m going to get the job, but hey! It’s a step in the right direction, right?” “Mm. That it is. I do hope you get more offers, I’m sure there’s better positions out there for you, they just haven’t gotten a chance to look at you yet.” He said with a bit of a pleasant lilt to his tone to make it seem like he wasn’t worried or anxious. Again, you didn’t notice it. “So! You got any plans tonight? Or are you on babysitting duty again?” A hopeful gleam in your eyes, since you wanted to sort of “celebrate” with your friend, but he seemed to deflate with a little sigh. “Yeah, I’m on babysitting duty tonight. Sorry. My parents wanted to go to this show for months now and I told them I’d keep an eye on the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles tonight.” This caused you to bust out LAUGHING at how he just roasted his younger siblings. “HA! They sure do eat like them too! Gonna make sure they scrub their teeth real good, huh?” “Oh yeah. Who knows how they’ve been doing it without me there. They roll their eyes everytime I come over, but they can’t say no to their loving, doting big brother.” He chuckled fondly at the memory of his siblings all collectively groaned everytime he would say it was time to brush their teeth. Trey always made it like an olympic event, his one brother even said he could be a “Dental Athlete” with how fast and thorough he was with brushing his teeth.

“Well, I suppose I should get out of your hair so you can close up and head over to the Turtles, haha.” You laughed as you began to pack up your laptop and secure everything with what you came with. Sliding out from your chair, you made sure your little station was clean and even wiped it down with a napkin, cupping the crumbs in your hand and bringing it over to the trash can. Trey wiped down the table lastly and walked with you to the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?” As you met with him at the door, you looked up to those golden eyes who seemed to hold something behind them you didn’t notice. “Mm. I’ll text you, too. Just be careful, okay? Don’t be getting into any trouble. And be good at the interview. And uh, (Y/N)?” He paused his sentence, causing you to tilt your head. He had to think for a second before he inhaled and looked away, thinking for a split second before he turned to look back at you. “If it doesn’t work out, don’t force it. I’ve learned that uh… well, sometimes you really dodge a bullet if things don’t work out.” This threw you off, but you sort of understood what he meant? Just don’t push it at the job interview. Some jobs aren’t fit for you…. Or at least, that’s how you interpret it. Still, you nodded and cracked a little smile to him. “Alright. I won’t force it, but I’ll do my best! Thank you, Trey. You truly are a wonderful friend. May I have a hug?” You asked with open arms. You always loved his hugs.

“Of course you may. Be safe, I’ll talk to you later.” And the young man came forward and wrapped his arms around you, bringing you in for one soft, warm hug. He smelled like lemon from all the tarts he made today. Squeezing your arms around his back and placing your flat palms on his shoulder blades, you returned the hug with a big smile on your face. You could just hear his heartbeat just a little bit before you pulled away. “Alright. Good night Trey. See you later.” And with a little nod, you reached to place your hand on the door and pressed outwards to exit the shop. With a little hop in your step, walking back to your apartment seemed more optimistic than most days.

And as you left, Trey closed the shop door and looked on with a furrowed look on his face, frowning as he sighed and turned the sign on the door to ‘closed’.

Perhaps some things are better off not coming true.

// Notes: Heeeeyyy! Sorry it took so long for this short little chapter to come out! I had written half of it out but got really stuck and unmotivated for a bit there, but then I got back into it! So here's a little Trey for all your Heartslabyul lovers ;)

I hope you all enjoy it! And thank you all for the support on my first fanfic in years!!! I really appreciate it!

#twst #twisted wonderland #fanfic #waves #trey clover #mafia au #trey clover/mc #yuu #mc #trey clover/yuu #post modern college au

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hetaliaimaginesin2022 · 10 months

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Hetalia Troupe Writing Prompts

You know those age-old troupes and alternate universes (aus) in fanfiction? Whether you love them or hate them, they're common in fandoms all over the internet, including Hetalia. I also decided I wanted to make my current Tumblr look like my 2016 DeviantArt page, so I'm doing a cute little writing prompt thing that begins as soon as I hit post and will continue indefinitely

The Rules: You'll have 3 categories to choose from; Aus, Genres, and Troupes, and I'll either write headcanons (a list) or a one-shot (short story), your choice

GENRES (Choose up to 1)

Angst

Comfort

Fluff

Slice of Life

Smut

AUS (Choose up to 1)

N/A (Canon)

Actor Au (The characters are actors in the live action comedy "Hetalia" and their roles as countries are the parts they're playing, their human names are their real identities)

Animal Au (Cat ears, bird wings, snake tails, etc., it's all anthropomorphic animals here)

Apocalypse Au (Zombies, nuclear winter, natural disasters, it’s characters thriving in unlikely conditions)

Coffee Shop Au (Barista/Customer, Barista/Barista, Boss/Customer, a cute story contained in a coffee shop setting)

College Au (Characters in an American college or university setting, can include student/student or professor/professor)

Cops and Robbers Au (Theif/Detective is the most common, though anything along those lines fit)

Deity Au (The most common example is with Greek mythology where a tale will be told with characters and/or the reader, the story of Hades and Persephone was regularly reimagined)

Fairytale Au (Cinderella, Rapunzel, Beauty and The Beast, Little Red Riding Hood, etc.)

Famous Au (Musicians, performers, or famous for being country personifications)

Genderswap Au (Nyo!talia, is combinable with two more Aus)

Hallmark Au (Character A is a hardworking person who moved to a snowy town and meets B, a fun-loving person who shows them the true meaning of the season- and love)

Harry Potter Au (Fuck JK Rolling but the HP Au was a huge portion of this fandom early on for me personally, so I wanted to add it)

High School Au (Characters in a high school setting, can include student/student or teacher/teacher, student/teacher is not permitted, regardless of ages)

Historical Au (Any time period, I will be doing some cursory research on the time period before and while I write just to make sure things are at least a bit historically accurate)

Human Au (The characters are normal humans with regular human lives, often overlaps with high school/college au, though they're not necessarily linked)

Magic Au (High or urban fantasy, your choice)

Mythology Au (Vampires, werewolves, fairies, mermaids, etc.)

Paranormal Au (Ghosts, demons, angels)

Pirate Au (Would you be an ‘arrg’ type of pirate or a ‘yo-ho-ho’ kind?)

Royalty Au (Princes, princesses, kings, queens, royal advisors, butlers, maids, go crazy)

Soulmate Au (Timer, heterochromia, red string, there’s a variety of options and I’ll write for any of them)

Spy/Assassin/Hitman Au

World Acadamy Au (The "multicultural private educational institution located in New York", it's a school setting in which the countries set, based off of a spin off game and a few episodes)

TROPES (Choose up to 2)

Amnesia

Arranged Marriage

Body Swap

Character Death

Didn't Know They Were Dating

Divorce

Drunken Confession

Enemies To Lovers

Exes Getting Back Together

Fake Relationship

First Kiss

Forbidden Love

Huddle For Warmth

Illness/Injury

Last Kiss

Long-Distance Relationship

Love Triangle

Meet-Cute

Mutual Pining

Only One Bed

Pregnancy (accidental or otherwise)

Pen Pals

Road Trip

Roommates

Secret Relationship

Sex Pollen/Heat (*Not applicable with angst)

Single Parent(s)

Snowed In

Unrequited Love

Yandere

Please submit your request by stating it's for the Troupe Writing Prompts, followed by your choices and the character/characters involved and I'll get to it when I can, thank you for taking the time to read <3

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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Tagging Out

Horacio Carrillo & OC Diego Ramírez

Inspired by Day 12 of the August Prompts: island

Part 2, Part 3

Warnings: angsty tension and goodness

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: Firstly, this is a metaphorical application of today’s prompt lol. Secondly, this is a very OC-centered fic and I totally get if that’s not your bag but I feel like I’ve just got so much I want to do with Diego as a character and I’m finally getting around to doing it. This is one of a million little AUs for him. (Like an AU of Pressing Matters for anyone interested lol). Thirdly, this is a one-shot for now but I feel like it’s gonna become a series lmao. Also this is dedicated to @ashlingnarcos because no one gets Diego quite like she does. Big loves to you 💖

Narcos Taglist: @thesandbeneathmytoes @garbinge @bruxasolta @winchestershiresauce @sizzlingcloudmentality @alm0501 @panagiasikelia @616wilsons @hauntedforsst @mirabee @buckybarneshairpullingkink @boomclapxox @nessamc @southotheborder @supersanelyromantic @padbrookcottage @mysun-n-stars @raincoffeeandfandoms @bport76 @marrianena @passionatewrites @narcolini (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

There were a million reasons why people in his line of work constantly felt like they were being watched. It was a self-preservation thing first and foremost—operating under that assumption was the way that a lot of them stopped themselves from fucking up, making moves that could not only impact themselves but all the others that they worked with as well. It wasn’t always paranoia, though. Sometimes the tactic wasn’t a tactic, it was the reality of the situation. The men that they were all after had eyes and ears everywhere. More likely than not, wherever they went on the streets of Medellín, someone was listening in or watching.

The feeling of being watched on-base was new, though. And Diego could’ve, quite frankly, gone his whole career without knowing the feeling.

It was such a swift downfall for someone who hadn’t done anything wrong. Not too long ago, he was a bit of a golden boy. Ask any of the officers, and more often than not, they’d have good things to say about him. Not just his work, mind you, but about him. He was a likeable kid. Or, at least, he was, before he ended up with his boss’s ex. Now, he had become a bit of a pariah despite the fact that the quality of his work hadn’t ever wavered.

He’d stuck it out for a while, hoping that the drama and the apparent scandal of it all would blow over. He didn’t know how it got so out of hand, because there wasn’t even a scandal to begin with. But somewhere along the lines of the very unreliable game of telephone that the CNP officers and their wives all played, the details got muddied. And, of course, he was the only one who ever tried to rectify the situation. He was a good man, but he was severely out-numbered. His pride was telling him to push on, to ignore it all because he wasn’t the one in the wrong. But that tiny little voice of self-preservation in the back of his head told him that maybe putting some distance between himself and all of the officers that he had come to know and trust over the years might be the smartest play long-term. It would read horribly, he knew that. He knew the second he submitted his papers it was going to be read as an admission of guilt, an act of cowardice. But at least he wouldn’t have to be around every day and be subjected to it. A new location with fewer prying eyes sounded like heaven at this point.

What that meant, though, was having to knock on the colonel’s office door and have the conversation about him transferring. He knew that Carrillo would be glad to see him go, for a multitude of reasons at this point, but Diego wasn’t necessarily looking forward to the talk that would get him to the end-goal that he had in mind. He wished that he could just stamp Carrillo’s signature on the paperwork and be done with it, but it wasn’t that simple. And, even if it was, Carrillo wouldn’t have let it be. He was going to want his pound of flesh.

Diego stood outside the colonel’s office door, manila folder full of the necessary paperwork clutched tightly in his hand. He thought about it for a moment, second-guessed the move. The Search Bloc was his whole world these last couple of years. Right out academy and into the thick of it all with hardly a beat in between. Putting it on hold indefinitely, perhaps giving it up altogether, felt like he was breaking off a relationship. Which he promptly reminded himself was not the best simile for the situation given the circumstances.

Shaking his head, he forced himself to knock. Life was difficult enough as an officer. If he could ease the extra tensions by not being the epicenter of the talks around Carlos Holguín, he should take the opportunity.

“Come in,” his tone was neutral, which led Diego to believe that he hadn’t seen him walking up to the door.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and stepped just beyond its threshold. He nodded, “Colonel Carrillo.”

His eyes snapped up from the papers he had previously been looking at, his tightly clenched jaw the only signal to the feelings he harbored towards the officer in front of him, “Ramírez.”

“I need a minute,” he knew that asking would give Carrillo the opportunity to dismiss him, an opportunity the man would gladly take, so he didn’t ask.

Setting his pen down with a surprising amount of care, he nodded and gestured to the chair across from his desk, “A minute, then.”

Diego shut the door behind him, not wanting everyone else to hear what the two of them were discussing. He knew that they had watched him walk over to the door, stared as they all waited to see if Carrillo was going to grant him entrance. Not that the man really had much of a choice, but it was like primetime television happening live on the base. Sure, Escobar and his sicarios were running rampant through the streets, but that wasn’t quite like the immediate drama of two men that they knew personally, that they liked and respected (or at least used to) being locked in this strange stalemate. Diego often wondered if they all knew that the attention they paid to it only served to make matters a whole lot worse. He wondered if they cared.

He sat down across from the colonel, resting the folder atop his legs as he tried to make sure his eye contact with the man didn’t waver. He never used to be afraid of Carrillo. Respected him, absolutely. He knew the man was capable of some intensely alarming things, the epitome of the ends justifying the means, and part of him admired that even if he didn’t necessarily agree with it all of the time. But now, as he sat there knowing that the future of his career rested in the hands of this man who would most definitely be holding a grudge until the way one of them dropped dead, and probably even after that, he was trying not to let his nerves get the best of him.

Carrillo leaned back in his seat, motioning for Diego to say whatever it was that he came there to say, “Yes?”

Diego fought the urge to toy with the edges of the folder in his lap, “I think I should transfer out of Search Bloc,” he was impressed with himself at how certain he sounded.

Carrillo faltered for half of a second, eyebrows lifting lightly before he recovered and took back on his typical, neutrally annoyed expression, “I think you’re right.”

Diego visibly cringed, like he had actually just taken a punch to the stomach from the man sitting across from him. He knew that Carrillo most likely wasn’t going to put up any big fight about it, but the immediate agreement was as close to enthusiasm as the colonel ever showed. All the hours, all the blood and sweat and lost hours of sleep that Diego had put in to try and keep Colombia safe, to keep Carrillo safe. And this was going to be his sendoff. It made his stomach sink.

Trying to recover, he set the folder on Carrillo’s desk, sliding it across to him, “I signed everything. Just needs your signatures.”

He flipped the folder open, leaning forward again to get a better look at the papers in front of him. He leafed through them, a trace of confusion creasing his brows. Looking across the desk to Diego, he said, “You didn’t put in a preference for where you’re being transferred to.”

“I don’t have one,” Diego said honestly, “I just know that…this…isn’t conducive to anything anymore.”

Carrillo nodded, eyes already back on the papers in front of him, “Right. I’ll fill these out, make some calls,” he glanced over to Diego for all of a moment, “I suggest you gather your things, Officer.”

He sucked in a slow, unsteady breath, not really sure what he was supposed to say. His gut reaction was to say something along the lines of thank you, but that didn’t feel right. If the circumstances were different, maybe, but they weren’t. He rose from his chair, “When should I hear—”

“By end of day,” Carrillo didn’t even allow him to finish the question as he picked up his pen and began to fill out the blanks on the papers in front of him.

Diego nodded, not that Carrillo was looking. He felt like he should be saying something, but what was there for him to say? Be almost wanted to apologize, but for what? There was nothing for him to be sorry about, despite how everyone had been trying to make it seem. Even if he was sorry, it wasn’t like Carrillo would want to hear about it. So instead of trying to string together words that Carrillo wouldn’t care to hear, he did what the man had been waiting for him to do for months now, and he walked out of the office, shutting the door behind him when he left.

He tried and failed to ignore the stares. For the newer officers, it was more just out of curiosity—they had no skin in the game, didn’t know the history of it all, just heard the rumors. Diego found that to be more infuriating than anything, that the newbies felt however they felt about him because of things that they weren’t around for, because of people that they didn’t even know. The more senior officers at least had a personal stake with Carrillo, with all of it. So it was frustrating, and hurtful to a point, but Diego could at least try to justify and compartmentalize it. It didn’t help with the intense feeling of isolation, though. He wondered if anything would.

He was heading towards the door of the base, intent on heading to the barracks to follow Carrillo’s suggestion of packing all of his things. He didn’t have much to pack, it wouldn’t take long, but he needed to be out of the four walls he was currently trapped inside.

He was just about to reach the main hall, the door that would free him was in sight. But he was stopped in his tracks by a body blocking his way. Diego had made such a point over the passing weeks to not really look at people, so it took him a moment to stop and realize who it was that was standing in front of him.

The knot in his gut tightened, but he still nodded respectfully, “Trujillo.”

He didn’t return the gesture, “Ramírez.”

The two of them hadn’t been all that close to begin with. They got along well enough, both of them pretty adept at soccer when they played with the other officers in the rare downtime that they had. Diego recognized that Trujillo was a good officer, and vice versa, even if they hadn’t ever really become friends. Now, though, the cold shoulder that he got from Trujillo was enough to inspire frostbite. There was no one else on the base who had the colonel’s back quite like him, and Diego had the unfortunate luck of realizing that that support extended beyond just their professional lives. He’d made enemies out of two men with one decision.

Diego didn’t want to just rudely slide by. Well, he did want to, but he wouldn’t. Raising his eyebrows, he asked, “Something I can do for you, Officer Trujillo?”

The man shook his head, “No.”

There was a beat of the two of them both standing, staring at each other, waiting for the other to say or do something to escalate the situation. Diego wasn’t going to bite, though, especially not on his way out. He was leaving on a sour enough note as it was, he wasn’t going to make matters worse by getting into it with Carrillo’s right hand. So, he stood, and he waited.

After what felt like the longest ten seconds of Diego’s life, Trujillo finally stepped to the side and allowed Diego to pass him. He felt like he was in high school all over again, like he should be preparing for Trujillo to trip him as he walked past. He didn’t, of course, but if it wouldn’t have been so wildly unprofessional to do so, he was sure that the officer might have.

It was tempting to break into a run down the hall to leave, but he refrained. It was the fastest he’d ever walked, though. Pushing the door open with more force than he ever had before, he sucked in a deep breath as he stepped outside. He was hit with a wave of heat, the air heavy, but it still felt more breathable than what he had just been suffocating in.

Taking off down the steps, he made his way towards the barracks to get his things. Perhaps packing was a bit of a generous term for what he was doing. It was more just gathering up the few items in his locker, the couple of stray things in the bunk that was his designated space on nights that he wasn’t able to make it home. It wasn’t much. As he began to arrange everything in his couple of bags, he thought about a joking comment his grandfather always used to throw around when things were a bit anticlimactic, “Well, if that’s not a sad end to a mediocre career.” Diego never really understood the full weight of it, but now a sad chuckle escaped him as he stuffed a stray t-shirt into his bag. He didn’t consider himself or his work to be mediocre by any means, but he was very aware of the fact that he could’ve done more, should’ve been able to do more. But life got in the way.

When he was done, he scanned the tiny room for anything that he might’ve missed. There wasn’t much there to start with for him to forget. He sat down on the small bed situated in the corner of the room, the flimsy mattress just as unforgiving as it had ever been. He wanted to just leave and head home, but he knew that he needed to hang around at least until he got his new location. No one was going to be giving him anything to do in the meantime, though, which was going to make for a very boring and tense few hours of waiting.

He was finally bringing all of his things out to his car. He tossed the duffle bag into the back seat first, followed up by him slipping his backpack from his shoulders and putting that on the seat as well. Shutting the door, he locked the car and made his way back towards the main building of the base.

He was about to cross the floor and head back to Carrillo’s office. He had the feeling that regardless of whatever else was on the man’s plate for the day, transferring him out of Search Bloc was quickly bumped to the top of his priority list. It’d been a couple hours, and Diego was fairly certain that that was more than enough time for Carrillo to decide his fate and file the necessary paperwork for it. He was honest when he said that he didn’t have a preference, not that he thought that Carrillo would grant him his preference even if he did have one. But now he was definitely wondering where Carrillo was planning on sending him.

He didn’t even make it halfway to the office door before the colonel appeared in front of him. The man’s face didn’t give much away, as per usual. He handed the folder back to Diego, but he could tell from the difference in weight of it that he had already sent off whatever paperwork was necessary.

“You’re all set,” Carrillo said as Diego took the folder from him.

He fought the urge to ask, fought the urge to flip open the folder and see what Carrillo had decided was a good fate for him, or a fitting fate might be a better descriptor. Instead, he nodded, “Thank you,” he knew that it was probably too late to be worried about burning the bridge, but he still said, “And thank you for my time here, Colonel. I learned a lot.”

Carrillo folded his arms over his chest, looking Diego up and down as he tried to figure out what he wanted his response to that statement to be, “Let’s hope so.”

That’s the last thing that either of them said to each other. Carrillo turned and headed back towards his office, and Diego couldn’t be certain but he thought he saw something cross the man’s face, some type of emotion, but he couldn’t be sure. It also didn’t feel likely. Taking a deep breath, he flipped open the folder to see where Carrillo was designating him.

The address looked familiar. He kept looking through to find the team that he would be working with. He was expecting to see the names of officers that he was relatively familiar with. After all, being based out of Carlos Holguín for the last few years had given him a leg-up in terms of knowing all the new recruits. Even if he didn’t get to know them all, he saw most of them in passing and had brief conversations with them. Some of them he hadn’t seen since their training ended and they got their more permanent locations, others filtered back in and out every now and then.

But he didn’t see any of those names. The names he saw he recognized, because how could he not. But they weren’t officers. They weren’t people that he saw himself having to report to or work closely with in much of any capacity. There was always a few layers of separation between him and them. Carrillo being one of those layers. He didn’t know what it said that Carrillo took the opportunity of Diego leaving Search Bloc to group him directly with Javier Peña and Steve Murphy, but Diego was definitely on edge about the information.

He hadn’t had a lot of direct interaction with the two DEA agents. Most of that was handled by Carrillo and Trujillo. There was a history of some sort already built there, and Diego was very aware of how that was going to impact the way he was received by his new team. Any relief he’d felt about transferring out immediately dissipated as he closed the folder and started to head back for the door. If he’d felt alone before, on the base that he knew like the back of his hand, he knew that from here on out that feeling was only going to intensify. It was difficult feeling isolated in a sea of officers on base, but to be the only one on the team that he was getting pushed into, that was an entirely different breed of being alone, and with two men who most likely wouldn’t like or trust him very much at that.

He sat down in the driver’s seat of his car, tossing the folder over into the passenger seat. With a sigh, he braced his folded arms against the steering wheel and rested his forehead against them. He shut his eyes for a few moments, trying to get all of his thoughts and feelings in check before attempting to drive off. A large part of him just wanted to go home, but he knew that if he did, he’d never get back out. So instead, he put the key in the ignition. He put the car in drive, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel for a moment like he was really weighing out the options before finally letting off the brake and heading off for whatever was next.

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Always & Forever

For Choices February Challenge 2023: Day 4 (Harmony) and To Be or Not to Be Event: (Prompts Forever and Miss You for To Be)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Arundhati Kulkarni)

Characters: Ethan Ramsey, Arundhati Kulkarni, Sahil Kulkarni (m!OC)

Minor Characters: Dilip Kulkarni (m!OC), Nandita Kulkarni(f!OC), Radhika Deshpande (f!OC) and Nikhil Bapat (m!OC)

Word Count: 2580 words

Rating: General

Summary: Ethan and Arundhati attend the wedding of their acquaintances and get some time to themselves.

Category: Fluff

Tagging: @choices-february2023, @choicesmonthlychallenge, @choicesficwriterscreations, @lovealexhunt

Perma: @quixoticdreamer16, @jamespotterthefirst

Ethan x Arundhati: @rookiemartin

A/N: Song used in the fic is

A/N 2:

Translations provided-

Beta-Child

2. Ho, aai- Yes, mom

3. Tumhi sagle kashe aahat?- How are you all?

4. Aamhi ekdum majet- We are having fun

5. Tumhala kasa kalala-How did you know?

6. Ethan ne sagitla aamhala-Ethan told us

7. Radhika, mi tula barya peki olakhte- Radhila, I know you very well

8. jau de tyana-Let them be

9. aata tujhya lagnachi tayari karayla pahije, didi- Now we should prepare for your wedding, sister

10. Kay ugach kahi boltos. Amchya lagnala ajun khup vel aahe-

11. Apan baghu- We shall see

12. Aata ghari jauya. Parva flight aahe amchya doghancha- Let's go home now, we have a flight to catch the day after tomorrow.

In late January, Arundhati and her family were invited to attend her distant relative, Radhika's wedding in Mumbai in March. Their grandmothers were close friends, so Aru and Sahil spent a lot of time with Radhika during their holidays when they were young.

They kept in touch even when Aru and her family moved to Boston and basically were like cousins. Naturally, she called them at her wedding, wanting them to participate in her happiness.

Radhika's fiance, Nikhil, knew Ethan since their work in the Amazon and had bonded well with him and became his good friend, who was still in contact with Ethan. As a result, Nikhil invited him to his wedding.

"Ethan, I wanted to let you know that I won't be able to come into the hospital for the first week of March. I have to go to Mumbai to attend my relative Radhika's wedding", Aru told him.

"That's fine, but make sure to submit an application. Just so I can note it down officially so that no one reprimands you later."

"Got it. I will mail you the application in a day or two."

"Great. By the way, you know Nikhil, right? He's also getting married in Mumbai during the first week of March."

"That's great, maybe we could go together if it is around Radhika's wedding. Who is he getting married to?"

"His fiancee," Ethan looked at the e-invite on his phone before continuing, "Radhika Deshpande, who is a statistician."

"Wait, what?" questioned a shell-shocked Aru.

"Aru, what's wrong?" Ethan asked when he saw her too stunned to speak.

"Aru, come sit down and have some water. Whatever it is, we will face it together," Ethan said while helping her sit down and bringing her a glass of water.

"Thanks. Can I see the e-invite, please?" She asked, after managing to recover her speech.

"Sure, here you go", he said, handing her the phone but not understanding why.

Aru quickly took out her phone to compare the e-invites.

To her surprise, the e-invite she received was the same one that Ethan had gotten. She spent enough time staring at the phones in her hands that Ethan got worried.

"What's wrong, Aru? Can you tell me what's going on in your mind?"

"Ethan, I think we have been invited to the same wedding."

"What do you mean?"

"Here, look at these two invites, and tell me if there is anything different about them", she said, handing him the devices.

Ethan treated the images like a diagnostic case and inspected every pixel of them for any difference.

After about 15 minutes of peering at the screen, he grunted.

"So, my conclusion was right," Aru responded.

"Yeah. We are going to the same events", Ethan sighed.

"Ethan, you haven't told Nikhil about us, have you?"

"No, not at all."

"No matter what, we can't reveal our relationship to them", Aru mentioned.

"Why not, love?"

"Because everyone who knows Radhika and Nikhil will be present there. I don't want to be judged for dating you and neither do I want anyone to judge you or make snide comments about us."

"Okay, I do get your point now", Ethan nodded.

"So, just for a week, we will have to pretend that we aren't dating. I'll go there with my family and you by yourself.

"Yeah, okay. We don't have any other option, do we? It's a shame because I would have loved to introduce you as my girlfriend."

Before Aru could reply, her phone started ringing and displayed Sahil's call.

"Hi Kiddo, how did you get reminded of me suddenly?"

"Did you get Radhika's invitation?"

"Yes, I did. But there is a huge issue, bud."

"What is it?" Sahil asked, not knowing what would be coming next.

"Radhika's fiance is a good friend of Ethan's."

"And they don't know you both are dating."

"Exactly. I don't want to give anyone a chance to gossip about us."

"Yeah, I get it. Some people can be downright nasty and disgusting. But are you sure that Ethan's friend is marrying our relative, Radhika? Because both Radhika and Nikhil are extremely popular names."

"Yes, Sahil. I compared the invites we both received. We both have been invited to the same wedding."

"Well, if that's the case, you both will have to stay at different places."

"Why should we do that?" asked Ethan.

"Because there is a huge chance that Nikhil will invite you to stay near him, and if you refuse, it will look weird. Also, Radhika and her relatives might visit us and question about you", Sahil explained.

"Shit, we didn't think about this."

"You are completely right. We can't show that we are together. Only then they will buy the lie."

"Didi, we have been asked to attend all the pre-wedding and post-wedding events. Has Ethan been asked as well?"

"Yup, all the events," responded Ethan.

"Well then, it is settled. We'll stay away from each other for a week."

"Let's see how long that lasts," teased Sahil.

Aru was interrupted by her pager.

"Sahil, I gotta go. There is a 911 call I have to attend to. Talk to ya later, bud."

Aru and Ethan didn't realise how quickly the time flew. They were on their way to Mumbai with her family. Ethan was sitting a few rows behind them so that they could leave separately, just in case Radhika or Nikhil came to escort them to their places.

Before they parted ways, Ethan and Aru promised they would stay somewhat around the other. "During all the events, stay in my line of vision, don't stray away."

"Yes, ma'am. Understood," he said, with a huge grin on his face.

"I love you, babe. See you later. Message me when you get time."

"Of course, love. Don't need to tell me twice. Love you too, sweetheart."

The wedding took place smoothly, and the couple had a great time, enjoying all the rituals they had to perform.

Meanwhile, Ethan and Aru enjoyed themselves even though they were apart for a long time.

After the wedding, the married couple hosted a reception event which had a DJ playing some hit Hindi, Marathi and English songs. Meanwhile. Aru and Sahil were having some snacks in a corner.

"Didi, you should go dance with Ethan."

"Sahil, no one here knows about us."

"Didi, look around you. Everyone is enjoying themselves. Go and have some fun with Ethan."

"Are you sure? What if someone sees us?"

"They will not, I can fully assure you that."

A few minutes later, Ethan and Aru met in a dark part of the room.

"Why did you call me here, darling? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to dance with you."

"Are you sure, love?"

"Yes, Ethan. Please? We haven't seen each other in a week."

"Alright, then. Anything to make you happy."

At that moment, the DJ started playing a song that made Aru swoon because it was perfect for them, and they started dancing.

Dekha hazaron dafaa aapko, phir bekarari kaisi hai

I've seen you a thousand times, then why this restlessness.

Even though Aru's eyes were fixed on Ethan's, her mind was elsewhere.

She was busy thinking about how her life had changed for the better ever since she met him. She had transformed into a completely new person ever since she met him.

Sambhale sambhal ta nahi yeh dil, kuch aap me baat aisi hai

I'm not able to control my heart, there's something special about you.

She never knew when she fell head over heels for him despite everything. She felt they were destined to be together, no matter what happened.

Lekar ijazat ab aapse, saanse ye aati jaati hai

Now after taking your permission, my breaths come and go.

She couldn't imagine how her life would have been without Ethan. He constantly pushed her to be better and supported her always.

Dhunde se nahi milte hai hum, bas aap hi aap baaki hai

When I search for myself, I can’t find myself, as it's only you who remain.

He had a way of making her feel better just by being near her, which she always appreciated and enjoyed, especially when she had bad days.

Pal bhar na duuri sahe aapse, betabiyaan ye kuch aur hai

Even for a moment, I can't bear your separation, this eagerness is something different.

He made her feel like everything was possible and made her life more colourful and wonderful by just being in it.

Hum duur hoke bhi paas hai, nazdikiyan ye kuch aur hai

Even being far, we're close to each other, this closeness is something different.

Aru was very sure about her feelings for Ethan since the day she took care of little Ethan. So much so that she was ready to take the risk to be with him, circumstances be damned.

Dekha hazaron dafaa aapko, phir bekarari kaisi hai

I've seen you a thousand times, then why this restlessness.

Everything seemed beautiful when she was with him. Aru missed him all the time when he wasn't next to her.

Sambhale sambhal ta nahi yeh dil, kuch pyaar me baat aisi hai

I'm not able to control my heart, there's something special about our love.

Aru felt she could trust and rely on Ethan to be there through thick and thin. She knew he would support her through all her worries.

Aagosh me hai jo aapke, aisa sukoon aur paaye kahan

Now that I am in your arms, where shall I find such peace.

Being with him made her feel safe and protected. He made her feel warm and contented. She remembered once telling him that he was her true home.

Aankhen hame yeh raas aa gayi, ab hum yahan se jaaye kahan

I'm hooked on your eyes, now where should I go leaving this place.

Ever since they had started dating, her joy knew no bounds. She felt like she was on cloud nine all the time. She started finding happiness in everything around her, something she thought was impossible before.

Dekha hazaron dafaa aapko, phir bekarari kaisi hai

I've seen you a thousand times, then why this restlessness.

Every new day with Ethan was like an exciting adventure that she wanted to participate in, and she didn't know what to expect.

Sambhale sambhal ta nahi yeh dil, kuch pyaar me baat aisi hai

I'm not able to control my heart, there's something special about our love.

She knew they would be together, always and forever, ready to face whatever life would throw their way.

Aru was pulled out of her thoughts by her phone vibrating and ringing frantically, which was quite noticeable in the quiet area.

"Beta, where are you? Nikhil and Radhika have started making their rounds to meet everyone."

"Aai, I'm with Ethan."

"Come and join us quickly before they notice your absence."

"Ho, aai."

Ethan slipped out of the dark into the light after bidding goodbye to Arundhati but she felt like she had plunged into darkness. She couldn't even get a few minutes with her beloved without someone troubling them.

Meanwhile, the married couple joined Ethan to have a chat.

"Hey, Ethan, my friend! How are you? I hope you enjoyed all the events today."

"Yes, I enjoyed it to my heart's content, Nikhil. It was fun learning about new traditions that you follow."

"That's great. I bet Arundhati had already taught them to you."

"What.. what are you talking about?"

"We know you are with Aru. We saw you dancing with her just a few moments ago", Radhika said monotonously.

"How...how did you know it was us?"

At this, both Nikhil and Radhika burst into a fit of laughter.

"Look at his scared face, Radhika. Relax, my dear friend. We figured it out from the looks you have been giving each other all week. And the fact that whenever she had her phone out, your phone would start pinging. Also, you came up to take your photograph with Aru's family. It didn't take me long to figure that you are more than colleagues."

"As for the dance, doctor, I saw you go to a random spot and then Aru joined you exactly 2 minutes later. I think it's pretty obvious, right?" remarked Radhika.

"Yeah, you are right. We tried to be secretive the entire week, but you can't hide from everyone."

"Yeah, you definitely can't hide it from everyone. Well, I hope you are happy and content with Aru, and so is she. She's like a sister to us, and so we want what's best for her, Ethan", said Nikhil.

"I understand. You don't need to worry about Aru. I promise I'll take good care of her."

"Now, we are going to meet Aru to tell her the same thing."

"Let me know how she reacts, please. I can already imagine how much fun you both had. Also, do make sure to ask her in front of her family. They know about us, so you will have triple the fun."

"Sounds good. Talk to you later, Ethan!" saying so, the newly married couple made their way to Aru's family.

"Hi, everyone. Tumhi sagle kashe aahat?"

"Aamhi ekdum majet, enjoying all of your events", Sahil replied.

"Mmhm. I'm sure Ethan must have enjoyed it as well right, Aru?"

"I...I don't know what you are talking about," stammered Aru.

Meanwhile, the Kulkarni family looked as if they had seen a ghost.

"Tumhala kasa kalala?"

"Ethan ne sagitla aamhala."

"Nahi..you both must have scared him in the same way. Radhika, mi tula barya peki olakhte."

"Ho...."

"You are absolutely correct, Aru. These pulled the same thing on me."

"Ethan!" Aru exclaimed as she walked towards him.

"Beta, don't scream so loudly..."

"Sorry, aai! I just got excited."

"How did you get this excited even though you met almost...", Radhika said as she checked the time, "ten minutes ago?"

"Radhe, jau de tyana. Almost every couple is like that in their honeymoon phase."

"Aru, why didn't you tell me about Ethan?"

"As if you told me about you and Nikhil? At first, I thought you were set up by your parents."

"No, that's not how it was. It was quite a difficult task to convince our parents about each other. If I tell everyone here that we were together for five years before getting hitched, they'll go crazy, start gossiping and bashing us."

"Yeah, I know. We didn't reveal our relationship for the same reason", replied Aru.

"Well, I hope we hear your wedding bells next", Nikhil mentioned to Aru and Ethan.

"Well...," Aru said as she blushed.

"Ho, aata tujhya lagnachi tayari karayla pahije, didi."

"Sahil! Kay ugach kahi boltos. Amchya lagnala ajun khup vel aahe."

"Ho, ho. Apan baghu."

"Aata ghari jauya, kiddo. Parva flight aahe amchya doghancha."

"Aru.. were you dodging questions on our wedding?" asked Ethan.

"Yeah. You figured it out pretty quickly. But they were joking around."

"Don't sweat it, love. I know that was nothing serious and in good fun. As for our impending wedding, we can discuss that later. For now, I want to spend all my time with you. I've missed you dearly this last week. We are going out on a date tomorrow, so start preparing."

"Ethan, I have missed you a lot and don't want to leave your side until we get to work. I love you, honey."

"I love you too, Arundhati", he said as they walked towards her dad's rented car.

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