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jojissalsa · 5 months

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Dangerous Game (part one)

you get a new job as a federal agent for the F.O.S, and now you're stuck dealing with the reckless D.S.O agent, Leon Kennedy.

Warnings: dom/older!Leon, sub!reader, slight age gap (reader is in late 20s, up to y'all), dirty thoughts, masturbation (f and m). this one is fairly tame. kinda.

WC: 2.8k

an: hey y'all!! i'm hoping to make this into a 3 parter, felt like my idea is a lil too big for just one fic, that's why this one is probably a tad more tame compared my previous stuff. as per usual, critique, reposts and requests are welcome! enjoy <3 (minors do not interact, go touch grass.)

Working for the Field Operations Support is fairly easy, you got a nice seat at the front desk as the receptionist, you’ve worked there for a good couple of years. Nothing crazy ever happened, and everyone respected you pretty well. Especially Hunnigan. Well, Ingrid to you, Hunnigan to your coworkers. You always respected her the most, always envious of her job. You initially applied for her job, but you could take being a receptionist. You could live vicariously through her, since she seemed to like you the most in and outside of work. Hunnigan was always so sweet, giving you a pleasant smile and a morning chat whenever she’d come in for work, bringing you lunch as you two got closer. That also opened the door to lots of girl talk, mainly about how stressful the job was sometimes. Hunnigan loved her job, truly, but it came with heavy challenges. A very heavy one would be Leon Kennedy, a D.S.O agent she’s worked with for a majority of her career.

You’ve heard some of the horror stories from her about the bioweapons, insidious cults and rich white guys that try to carry on Umbrella’s work but fail miserably every time. This time seemed a bit different though, more final for her. “Honestly, the guy is an idiot sometimes. Likable, but an idiot.” You snicker at how nice she’s being for how pissed she looks, angrily sipping her coffee from the breakroom. “I think you mean he’s a lovable dumbass, but I guess that works too.” You chuckle softly, stirring sugar into your own fresh cup of coffee. “Hey, I’m serious this time. I mean, come on, I’m getting older.” Hunnigan watches as you sit down across from her, a worried expression starting to take over your features. “You really think it’s time to call it quits?” “Maybe not quitting just yet, just maybe looking over a different agent. Spots are starting to open up y’know.” Your eyebrows shoot up at that, trying to hide your excitement as you look down to sip your coffee. “Well, maybe I can take your spot? I’m pretty confident, and I’ve done all the training.” She shares your new found excitement, reaching out to put her hand over yours. “I’ll pull some strings, okay? I think we both need a change of scenery.” Her sweet smile never fails to spread to you, you can trust her. She’s been your best friend, if you’re being honest, and you’re sure she shares the same sentiment.

It didn’t take long for those strings to be pulled, and soon you were standing in front of the President and a few other important men in nice suits, watching as you shake hands and smile awkwardly. Finally, you get a briefing on the infamous federal agent you would be helping. Leon Scott Kennedy. He’s got a good reputation with everyone in the room, saying that while he may have an “eccentric” personality, he’s a hard working man, compliments all coming from the President. You heard about it from Hunnigan and a few other agents that he saved his daughter from a deathly cult, and brought it all down in the same day. You could tell from his file that he clearly worked a lot, even if he didn’t get this job on his own violation. Sucks that he was forced into his life, but it’s good that he’s making it work. Seems like a good looking guy too, at least from the small picture of him clipped to the folder.

And now you’re waiting for that good looking guy to walk into your new office, setting down a few knick-knacks you had on your previous desk. You turn your head to the sound of someone walking in, your eyes widening as they set on the man who seemed to be searching for someone. Good looking was an understatement of the century. The way his blazer fits just right on his biceps, his light brown hair and piercing gaze that just speaks "brooding loner", if you weren't at work you'd have fallen to your knees the second he made eye contact with you. You try to reel in your awe as he walks up to you, dusting off your clothes to make you look put together. "So you're my new babysitter? Y/n, right? I'm Leon Kennedy." Just the sound of his voice is enough to give you goosebumps, but your name from his lips is like a drug that gets you hooked instantly. And just like that, something flips in your brain, you are so not gonna be professional, how can you? How can anyone handle themselves around this man? You shake his hand as he extends it for you, and the feel of his rough hand from hard work sends so many dirty thoughts through your mind, like how good it would feel with his fingers on your neck, or his palm pressed against your tit, or how thick his fingers would feel inside you- chill out, play it cool.

"It's great to finally meet you, Mr. Kennedy, everyone has told me a lot about you.." You make sure to say it in a sultry tone to make it obvious how much you think he's attractive, and he sure as hell catches it. "Good things, I hope." He chuckles, giving you a sly smirk. Oh he knows. Fuck. "Oh don't worry, it's been all good things, promise. Though, I have heard that you made Hunnigan’s job a lot harder." You tease, looking him up and down and matching his sly smirk. Two can play that game. "Sure, but I get the job done, no?" The way he says it is so damn sexy you're sure he's doing what you're doing. "I'm sure you get a lot of things done with that attitude, Mr. Kennedy." You act like you're being sarcastic as you cross your arms under your chest, but you know how he could make you cum with the brush of his arm. "Only one way to find out, right?" That one makes your eyebrows raise, your smile widening as you blush slightly. "Is that an invitation?" You drop your voice slightly, leaning against the wall. The curve of your body sends a shockwave of arousal through him, and his eyes narrow on your figure. "If that's what you think I meant then by all means." He's so damn smug and it just makes you wanna sit on his face to shut him up.

"Is there anything you wanna ask me? About myself, the job?" You try to sound professional and not desperate, but you feel like it's helpless when you're looking up at him and he's so obviously checking you out, his eyes taking note of every curve on your body. Like he’s studying it for later. "I think I have a pretty good idea from Hunnigan and the President, is there anything you wanna ask me?" His question makes your eyes light up, but you don't wanna immediately ask him on a date. Classy, that's who you are to your core. "I can ask you anything I want?" "Anything." You smile smugly, lowering your hand to take his, clearly inspecting his ring finger as you bring it closer to you. "Do you have a girl? I don't see a ring on your finger." You say it in an innocent yet flirty tone that he so obviously gets turned on from, considering how he chuckles lightly as he shakes his head before taking his hand away. "So observant. I guess that comes with the job, huh? No, I'm single." Always such a tease, I guess neither of you can help that though. "Really? I have a hard time believing that." You have a faux surprised look on your face, all in the name of trying to get him to blush. You're getting close, you can feel it. "Is it? I'm an old man, what can I say." That one gets you shifting your thighs, biting your lip as you think of just how much older. What kind of experience comes with that age? "Old man, hmm? You ever thought of being with someone younger?" You step a little closer, just barely invading his personal space. "Haven't met anybody that can keep up." He says it so nonchalant, but fuck if it doesn't light a fire that spreads throughout your body. God, it's so hard not to say you could totally keep up, doesn't matter how long he'd want it. "Keep up, hmm? What, does this job give you a lot of stamina or something?" Your question makes him smile at you confidently, and it gets you oh so excited. "Well, I meant that most women don't like that I'm constantly busy, but if you wanna be dirty minded about it, be my guest." He totally stumps you, and it just makes you giggle and rest your hand on his arm, letting out a lil “my bad” before letting it slip away. You're slick, cause you honestly just touched his arm to feel how firm it was, and oh my god. Like diamonds, kind of hard. You can't imagine how fucking good it’d feel wrapped around your neck- there you go again. Snap out of it.

“You're pretty funny, you know that? I’m gonna have fun talking to you. For work, of course.” He let out a soft laugh at your flattery, loving how you tried to soften the thirstiness of your words with a joke. It's cute, you're really trying to say he's not hot. “Trust me, Hunnigan got very tired of my jokes.” You scoff, cause honestly, who could get tired of this guy? “Sorry, but she doesn't know what she's talking about, clearly you're an A class comedian.” You make it sound a little sarcastic, but he doesn't seem offended in the slightest. He loves a challenge. “Yeah? Aren't you a sweetheart? You love to flatter.” Your eyes widen a bit, resisting the urge to squeal and fan your hot face like a rabid fangirl, simply looking away to try and take a moment away from his hungry gaze. “I mean, it's hard not to, Mr. Kennedy..” You sheepishly give him that win, you’ll take it since he called you sweetheart, and in that teasing, cocky fucking tone of all things. If Cupid was real, you’d probably have a million arrows in your back right now. He parts his lips to reply, but gets cut off by his phone ringing, taking it out of his pocket to see the President calling. “Shit, I gotta take this.” He sighs, clearly wanting to keep talking to you instead. “It’s just Leon by the way, no need for formalities.” You get a smug smile again before he starts to walk back to the door of your office, walking with him to let him leave so you could wave him goodbye. “I’ll see you around, okay?” You nod, your smirk not leaving as he waits for you to say goodbye. “I’ll see you around, Mr. Kennedy~” You and your teasing, it's gonna throw him into cardiac arrest. He shares your smugness before begrudgingly answering his phone, looking back to see you waving bye at him with your dainty little hand. Like you knew he didn't wanna end the conversation.

He couldn't stop thinking about you all damn day after your little exchange, could barely focus on his briefing or look anyone in the eye. Even when he got home, knowing he had to wake up supremely early for work, he couldn't get you off his mind. You weren’t like every corporate drone the D.S.O hires, nothing like Hunnigan either. Bless the woman, but he would finally have someone to laugh at his shitty dad jokes. No wonder you got the job. You were drop dead gorgeous to him, not daring to come close to any Victoria Secret model. The way you giggle when you're nervous, how you sneak touches or how forward you are. God, it took every fiber in his body to not grab you and fuck you in a storage closet. Or against the wall? He just towers over you, he could fold you like a lawn chair and you’d take every inch. Fuck, how did his cock get in his hand? Who cares, honestly. He’s too busy spitting in his hand, too worked up to get anything better to help him jerk off. He groans, thinking of how good your soft, delicate fingers you used to wave at him would feel wrapped around his dick, whispering in his ear in that sexy voice you have. He feels chills down his spine when he remembers the way you teased him, how you didn't even say his name. Cause you didn't wanna give it to him yet, that satisfaction. Jesus, you're gonna kill him before any bioweapon does if you keep that shit up. His hand gets faster as his thoughts keep speeding forward, thinking about how good you’d sound saying his name. Not Mr. Kennedy, Leon. He has to hear it, has to hear you scream it when you cum on his cock. He needs to know how pretty you’d look when you cum, clinging to his arms, maybe even digging your nails into his back as your legs lock around his waist. So fucking hot as you beg to have him fill you up. He cums in his hand, spilling out of his palm and down his happy trail. He lets out a heavy sigh, catching his breath as he comes down from his high. He's not even close to feeling satisfied, even as he gets up to go shower again. He needs you, and he knows you feel the same. Hard part is gonna be getting you, without all the stress of what your coworkers would say.

You honestly don't stray too far from how he felt that night either. The second you closed the door to your office, you sat down and processed everything. It was a lot, seeing a man that fucking fine and not being able to drop to your knees and take his cock in your mouth. You were close to sprinting to a bathroom and taking care of the issue, maybe even slipping a hand between your legs and just testing the waters. Literally. He made you so wet, and you could feel it your entire shift, even as you walked to your car. You could only imagine how wet you’d get if he actually did anything. If he talked dirty? Him telling you to cum would make you do it on the spot, no question. Fuck, if he touched you? You’d be screaming like a damn pornstar, waking up the whole building when he slides his cock inside you. It's all you can think about when you get home, not caring to take a shower when you do. You just plop down on your bed and practically tear your clothes off, desperate for relief. Maybe that’ll save your career, fucking yourself thinking about him. So you do, pulling your nightstand drawer open the second you’re naked, taking out ol’ reliable. You can't count on your hands how many times this vibrator was there for you, it was way more reliable than your parents or therapist. Or you could be addicted to cumming, that too. But who wouldn't be? It's not your concern, especially if it's because of Leon. You wanna hear him say the most degrading, defiling, depraved shit in the world but still praise you for it, praise you for putting out so easily cause you're such a good girl. If fucking him with no hesitation makes you a slut, then you wear that badge proudly. That title feels even better when you start moaning his name, your toy hitting that sweet spot which makes you move your hand faster, needing to cum so damn bad. It feels so dirty in the best way possible, thinking of how firm his thighs would feel under your hands as you grip them tighter every time he shoves his cock further down your throat. You can’t imagine how fucking hot it’d be to hear him order you to grind your wet cunt on his boot, holding your hair so hard that you can’t help but push your nose against his pelvis, making your clit nudge against his boot again. Hearing that cocky son of a bitch tell you to cum would be like the devil coaxing you to join him down in hell, too sinful to imagine without having the real thing. It doesn't stop you from cumming on your toy, whining as your legs shake, turning it off as you heave out breaths. You’re fine if you think about him every night, it's good material for your shower thoughts. You’re more excited for his upcoming mission, making you all giddy as you get ready for bed. You're gonna be insufferable. Lucky Leon~

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transhuman-priestess · 4 months

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Sometimes the struggles we go through to be ourselves can be as rewarding as the end result.

A pretty breezy one here. Only content notes are surgery mention and needle mention. No gore to be found, no sex neither. Just good ol' fashioned yearning.

This is definitely a bit of a right angle to my usual stuff. There's no horror, it's light on dialogue, but its in a very similar space to a lot of the other stuff, just a different way of going at it.

Daughter of Elysium

I scheduled the surgery without telling my parents. They wouldn’t understand.

When I came out as trans they were supportive, in perhaps the slightly awkward way that cis people tend to be when they want to be accepting of things they don’t understand. This was different though.

I sat in the waiting room of the clinic in Montevideo, lined with faux wood paneling and sleek glass. Peak 2010s architecture. An older building, but the clinic’s reputation spoke for itself. There was no way I was going to get this procedure done in North America. Too expensive, too niche.

Too many hoops to jump through, too. Go see this doctor, talk to this therapist. Walk with these crutches. Practice with this fake charger for a year. Bullshit, all of it. I just wanted to be me.

So I saved money where I could. I slept in the heat of the Californian summers, kept the lights off early in the winter, rode the train to work, ate cheap meals, canceled all my subscriptions, lived in a 300 sq foot apartment in Watsonville.

3 years and $100,000 Californian Dollars later, I got on a train in Santa Cruz for a 3-day journey to Uruguay.

It was late June, a few days before the solstice. This far south of the equator that meant the sun rose late and set early. It was early morning, a quarter to 7, and 5 hours ahead of California time. I was used to being awake at night, but that only made the early sunrise more disorienting.

“Lewis, Kara,” a thrill of adrenaline rushed through me as the receptionist called my name. After reciting my birthday to confirm my identity, I was taken back to preop. I changed into a surgical gown and then lay down on a gurney while a nurse ran an IV to my arm and started saline. I thought about asking what happened once the arm was removed, but I figured it wasn’t worth the explanation.

For the next 10 minutes I stared at the clock. I hadn’t brought anyone with me. This was something to do for me, by myself. No partner, no friends. I had brought a bag with one change of clothes, my passport, and my phone. I thought about calling my friend Cory, but decided against it. No sense in getting anyone worried. As far as the outside world was concerned, I was on vacation.

I guess that wasn’t too far from the truth.

At 7 sharp, a couple of orderlies came in, checked my name and date of birth, and released the brakes on the gurney. They wheeled me out into the chilled hallway, and through the double doors into the operating room.

Inside the surgeon, the anesthesiologist, and several techs were waiting. A nurse placed a mask on my face and told me to count backwards from ten. A sweet, chemical smell filled my nostrils, and the world faded out.

* * *

It wasn’t the first time I’d had surgery, so the novelty of coming up from the anesthesia surprised me. Rather than the slow, heavy feeling I’d expected, it was like waking up from a nap. Disorienting, but in a cozy way. Nothing hurt. I hadn’t expected that. Probably the painkillers were still feeding in.

I tried to open my eyes, but my lids only twitched slightly. I heard one of the nurses say “You’re awake! The doctor will be in to see you soon. Everything went well, congratulations.”

I tried to reply, but my jaw moved jerkily and I had trouble forming words. The result was a disjointed grunt emerging from my mouth. But I could tell that I had a mouth, which was good.

The nurse left. I could hear his shoes squeaking off into the distance. As they faded, the thrum of the HVAC replaced it, and an occasional mechanical whirring near me. My eyes were still closed, and for the first time I noticed the green letters in the corner of my vision. Instinctively, I tried to look at them, but they moved with my eyes. After a time I was able to make them stay put long enough to look at them.

ARLINGTON ROBOTICS SYSTEMS

BANGOR, WASHINGTON, CASCADE REPUBLIC

I managed to open my eyes after a few minutes. At first it was all much too bright, everything blown to white, but after a few seconds my vision dimmed to a comfortable level. I focused on a tiny hole in the floating ceiling above. After a moment, I managed to zoom my vision in.

I marveled for a time at the detail in the ceiling. This mass-produced object, fiberglass and paper, contained so much beauty. How many times had I stared a ceiling like this without noticing?

The doctor came in and reaffirmed that everything had gone well. She told me that rehab would start in a few days, once my new body’s systems stabilized and adjusted to neural commands. I tried to smile but couldn’t manage to get my face to move right.

The doctor chuckled and plugged a display into a port on the back of my new neck. She held it up to me, and I watched as the words “What is this for?” appeared on it. She explained that until my vocal rehab started to kick in, this display would help me communicate.

She told me to raise my arms out to my sides. I struggled with this task for a moment before finally managing to do so. For the first time I got a look at the body I’d picked out from the inside.

Gray plating, seams that slid over each other, an unapologetically mechanical body. I’d wanted that. They’re getting good at synthetic skin these days, but I wanted to distance myself from humanity. There was nothing wrong with humanity, but it never spoke to me. I’d always been somewhat apart.

* * *

I slept most of that first day. The next day they let me eat. The bioprocessor seemed to be working, the staff said, but I should keep it light, and stick to carbs rather than fat and protein until the new tract could build up a sufficient biome to support those.

Odd as it sounds, it was 36 hours post-op before I realized I hadn’t peed. The charging station that I hooked into took care of filtration and detox of what little biomass I had left. I felt suddenly elated. I actually tried to get up out of bed, and promptly tripped over my own foot, smashing my face against a wall.

The nurses rushed in, worry on their faces, but I couldn’t stop laughing, and that’s when I heard my voice.

It wasn’t like my old voice. It wasn’t cold and computerized, but warm, and rich, like an old Roland Jupiter, full of dense harmonics, singing highs, and comforting, enveloping lows.

Soon I was sitting on the floor, sobbing. My eyes didn’t water anymore, but I still went through the motions. I held my gray plastic hands to my face, and touched them to my cheeks. I felt the subtle vibrations as motors moved my eyes around. I had never felt so happy, so myself. So real.

* * *

After a week I was able to clumsily walk around the hospital room, and they moved me to the recovery house. I met a few other converts there. There was a girl named Morgan from Seattle, a guy named Case from Kansas City, a few others. I mostly kept to myself.

I started speech therapy shortly after the move. Lots of reading convoluted sentences, but also singing, reading poetry, even some play-acting. I grew to love my voice. It was obviously synthetic, but that only made it feel more like a part of me.

Motor therapy was interesting. They asked me if I played any instruments. I told them I played bass. The therapist walked to a closet and returned with a bass made entirely out of carbon fiber. I asked why they made it from that, the therapist told me I’d see shortly, and handed me the Bass.

I immediately gripped the neck with far more force than I’d intended, denting the frets and the strings. I said I understood now.

Time flew. The solstice came and went, and by August I could speak clearly, play “Highway Star,” and wash my own chassis without damaging it. I could dress myself. I could walk without tripping over my feet.

On an evening in early August, I bade farewell to my fellow converts at the recovery house, and made my way to the train station. I could have taken a cab, or the bus, but I opted to walk. It was 8 miles and took all night, but I enjoyed every moment of it. Never tiring, stopping for food to recharge myself here and there at convenience stores and night markets.

I settled into my roomette for the trip back to Santa Cruz, looking out at Montevideo Bay. I saw my reflection in the window of my train, and for the first time, really took it in, with eyes that were my own.

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jtl-fics · 11 months

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Fluent Freshman - Part 23

There were a few reasons that Andrew and Neil could not get past reception to go see FF or get updates on his current condition.

The first reason was that visiting hours were long over by the time they had arrived a little after midnight.

The second reason was that hospitals, in general, don’t just give out information on their patients to any random person that walks in and asks for an update on their condition. They are ESPECIALLY hesitant to give out updates on patients when the people who are asking can’t give you anything other than a first name, general description, and the reason that the patient is in the hospital.

Somehow “Completely average looking guy with the last name Smith who was stabbed in the stomach” is not enough for the receptionist to go off of.

“There are multiple people here that fit that description. I would need at least a first and last name before I could even begin to start seeing if you were someone who we even could give updates to. No, I will not continue to play your fun little game of guess the first name.” She says when Andrew opens his mouth to start listing off names alphabetically again.

So now Andrew and Neil found themselves under the watchful eye of a security guard as they sat in the back corner of the front reception area.

“I can’t believe we still don’t know what Smith’s first name is.” Neil says his face is buried in his hands as he and Andrew sit in the uncomfortable chairs trying to figure out where to go from here.

“I think she knows exactly who we want to see.” Andrew scowls towards the receptionist who, long used to the ire of the public, pays him no mind. Andrew just refused to believe that there were that many brown haired, brown eyed, average height and weight guys who had suffered a stab wound to the stomach that would have been admitted in the last two hours.

“I just hope they actually are looking after him and that no one went and forgot about him in an hallway somewhere.” Neil says hands sliding up into his hair to grip.

“That wouldn’t happen.” Andrew dismisses despite knowing that Wymack had ABSOLUTELY forgotten FF at a stadium once during the period where FF had been low presence to keep his family from bothering him.

The U-turn he had pulled had definitely been illegal when FF called and asked where the bus was when they had been on the road for five minutes. Wymack had felt terrible about it but FF had just seemed relieved that the bus had come back for him.

Wymack.

Andrew pulls out his phone and dials a familiar number. Wymack, reliable as always, picks up on the fourth ring with the sound of cursing as he got the phone up to his ear. “What.” He asks and Andrew can hear the sounds of driving and Kevin’s infamously train-like snoring in the background.

“What’s Smith first name. You know it.” Andrew demands.

“Classified.” Wymack clips back immediately.

“I need to know it so that we can get updates.” Andrew hisses.

“He isn’t interested in people knowing it and you wouldn’t be able to get updates anyways.” Wymack dismisses.

“We want to be able to head back to see him.” Neil tries.

“Visiting hours are long over Josten. You know that I’m not settling that bet that you little fuckers have floating around about this.” Wymack responds back.

Andrew grits his teeth and then forces himself to relax his jaw, “It’s not about the bet.” Andrew shuts his eyes in irritation.

That stupid bet.

The betting culture within the Palmetto State Foxes Exy team that Reynold’s had cultivated held strong even after her graduation with the remaining Foxes. The Bet had started when one of the other freshmen had mentioned that it was funny that FF went around like Cher or Madonna. The realization that none of them knew FF’s first name was one that had them placing bets on a multitude of things. Things like: “Do you wanna bet it’s a super normal boring name?”, “Do you wanna bet that it’s a weird foreign name?”, and “Is FF intentionally not giving it out to people or since he goes by his last name normally he has no idea that anything is amiss?” Had lower pools since you were betting on a spectrum. The bet with the highest pool is: “What is FF’s first name”.

Wymack had categorically refused to answer it and all other attempts to discover FF’s first name had been met with frustration. There was a solemn agreement that no one could just go and outright ask him since that would ruin all of the fun. Andrew had agreed to not ask when the team had collectively filled his freezer with ice cream cake and he was a man of his word.

The general belief (after the revelation of his major and the number of languages FF spoke) was that FF’s name was just not easy to pronounce for English speakers.

Andrew hadn’t participated but he know that the Foxes do have a running list of names they know it’s not. (Greg, Will, Smith (again), Matt, Kevin, Neil, Andrew, Aaron, Nathaniel, Jack, Beyonce (Sheena’s drunken guess), Nicholas, John, Fred, Garfield, Frank, Alfred, Augustus, Adam, etc. (Andrew had been trying to guess with the receptionist for a while))

“You’re coming here aren’t you? We can get updates when you get them.” Neil says.

“He’s in emergency surgery right now and will remain there for the next few hours most likely. There’s not going to be any updates hopefully.” Wymack says with a sigh loud enough that they can hear it over Kevin’s snoring.

“Surgery? He needs surgery?” Neil asks sounding surprised s if FF hadn’t been stabbed to the hilt into his stomach with one of Andrew’s knives. He’s about to give Neil some shit for the question before remembering that if there was any person who would think that a stab wound to the stomach wouldn’t necessitate surgery it would be Neil “I’m Fine” Josten.

“Yes Josten, he needs surgery. They have to stitch up his stomach and the surgeons are also going to be dealing with some of the ulcers that were ruptured by the knife.” Wymack explains likely coming to the same conclusion that Andrew had on Neil’s stupid question. “They were a bit worried about him bleeding out but he stabilized before the surgery.” Wymack sighs.

“I’m going the hospital since I’m Smith’s medical proxy. If anything goes wrong with the surgery I want to be there so I can make an informed decision on his care.” Wymack says and… Andrew figured there’d be surgery but to hear it and the possibility that something could go wrong, that the last thing FF had said to him had been something non-sensical about “Gracie Hart wouldn’t have gotten stabbed. I’m Cheryl at best.”as he’d started succumbing to all the blood loss. “If you could stick around long enough for me to drop Kevin off with you I would appreciate it.” Wymack says.

“What if he needs a blood transfusion?” Andrew says.

“Smith is AB-, it’s the second easiest blood type to transfuse into. Go home Andrew.” Wymack repeats.

Andrew works his jaw irritated that there didn’t seem to be a path to getting his way.

“We’ll stay here until you get here.” Andrew agrees, “But you’ll get an update before we leave.” He adds.

Wymack sighs, “Fair enough.” He says before hanging up.

It’s 45 minutes of waiting and tossing a few more name possibilities at the receptionist who seems more amused than anything at their continued attempts to guess their friend’s first name (Neil goes through the entire list of names that he’s gone by and none of them get the thumbs up).

Wymack comes through the doors with a half awake Kevin Day following his steps. “I have another favor to ask you.” Wymack says instead of any form of greeting.

“I’m not going to leave Kevin in the car overnight again. It was just that one time.” Andrew says with a roll of his eyes and honestly he’d been punished enough listening to Kevin bitch, moan, and sneeze for the following week while talking about all the supplements he was taking.

“Not that,” Wymack pauses, “I have two favors to ask you. First don’t do that. Second, would you be able to pick up Smith’s grandma from the airport tomorrow?” He asks.

Andrew blinks.

“She’s coming here?” He asks.

“I updated her on my way here. She booked a flight and will be arriving around noon tomorrow.” Wymack says and Andrew doesn’t know why he’s confused by this. FF’s grandma got him two still warm pies to cheer him up on Thanksgiving.

He’d stabbed that woman’s grandson.

“I’ll pick her up.” He agrees.

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#Fluent Freshman AU #Might be taking a bit of a break after this post #I wanna figure out the overarching joke of the next part #So FF is under the knife getting stitched up so he doesn't make an in person appearance this chapter #Kevin is coming along with Wymack because he wants to figure out the recovery time and PT FF will need #They were planning on having him be the starting Dealer next season #Honestly he can't BELIEVE that Romero would fuck up his line-up like this #Yes Kevin is aware that he is not the Captain #FF never lets anyone forget who the Captain is #It's Captain Neil #Neil and Andrew try to become close to the receptionist so she will release FF's first name #But god they are both super bad at small talk #Andrew and Neil: So...busy day?#Receptionist: Actually considering the fact its Black Friday it wasn't that bad #Neil: Is it...is it that dangerous? (Thinking about FF this morning)#Receptionist: I've seen body builders get their thigh bones snapped in half by exhausted stay at home moms for a blender you tell me #Neil: Anyone from the (location) Target?#Receptionist: Oh that was a bloodbath didn't you see the news?#The misconception that FF is a cool badass guy continues to grow throughout the Foxes #AFTG #AFTG AU #AFTG OC #AFTG Fic #FF - Pt 23

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whalesforhands · 6 months

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singe the tales i (satosugu x reader)

adventuring is never what it seemed to be, not when your companions are the loopy sort.

happy october! note that there will be VERY HEAVY references/inspirations from baldur’s gate 3/terraria, some anime (goblin slayer, grimgar of fantasy and ash) throughout this story, haha

warnings: fantasy au, slightly suggestive, depictions and a bit graphic descriptions of gore

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gojo - a nobleman sorcerer from a lineage of great honour and power. an outstanding, exceptionally strong one who preceded even the most gifted of his ancestors. unafraid to get up close and personal with enemies and allies alike despite his role in the party, truly void of any fear. you wonder if he notices all the little stolen glances from you at that pretty face of his whenever he unties his bandages…

geto - summoner of sorts… a druid? necromancer? dragon— tamer? just what is he? and how is he summoning these things?regardless, all beasts, exotic creatures and even humans alike flock to him, appearing with a snap of his fingers. sly, charming and an overall magnet for trouble that begets your curiosity.

ieiri - a mysterious sorceress who seems to be lacking in terms of raw power. could you even call her a sorceress at this rate…? despite the lack of magical attacks, her healing powers and knowledge of medicine are undeniable, despite being no cleric. why does she— have such a strange allure? your eyes can’t help but stray to her whenever she enters the guild.

you - the guild receptionist who does their best. with this specific outpost quite frankly being in the middle of nowhere, you were trained in minor restoration spells, a few of the more unconventional magic tricks, and have exceptional prowess in protection spells.

——

“Little receptionist!!!” The bustling of the small guild hall rings a pleasant chirp through your ears, yet you’re still able to pick up the overly excited greetings to you.

“Oh, welcome ba-CK!” You choke when you catch a whiff of the spine-crawling odour, disgust and distaste heavy on your tongue. Rotting flesh and spoiled milk, the scent trailed heavily into the small guild hall, surrounding beginner adventurers unable to handle it, hands slapped over their mouths as they ran out, fighting the urge to throw up.

Slathered in blood and dripping with the stench of decaying entrails, the trio strolled in. Shoko is looking a little less for wear, face deadpan and quite frankly offended as she watched the already empty guild practically become void of people. Remnants of dried blood, bits of organs sticking to her cloak, her hood over her head to hide the shame of looking like this.

Satoru looks far more… Put together, if you could call it that. Not clean, not an inch at all. His stark white hair has been stained with coagulated bits of red, his face having a streak of dried blood just under one of his eyes, gloves dripping a fresher red as it gripped onto the sack he was holding onto. His armor was… practically non-existent, hanging on by a thread with his exposed undershirt revealed the torn up cloth, the lack of cuts despite the tears certainly of Shoko’s magic.

He practically perks up, his excited demeanor growing even more restless when he realizes he had correctly guessed that it was in fact you manning the front desk, nearly tripping over himself to reach you as he left his teammates behind.

“One gnoll packlord head; delivered!” He’s sending you a two-fingered salute, the bloodied sack starting to seep onto the counter as viscous blood made its presence known, bag tied crudely to outline the beheaded canine. His face ushered a cute blush, awaiting your praise as he watched your lovely face, awaiting that pretty smile and fond eyes that upturn at the sight of—

“And we managed to wipe out the entirety of the pack.” Suguru’s quiet voice draws your attention towards him, noticing his presence as he appears suddenly, his hair in slight disarray from his usual bun, sticky blood on his worn out, once pristine clothing which had been torn through to reveal disintegrating chainmail underneath. “I hope we managed to do it to the quest’s details.”

(And hopefully, to yours as well. Are you happy they managed to help get rid of knolls for you, on a quest you personally offered them? Gods, it felt amazing to be someone you relied on.)

“I-I appreciate your timely completion of my quest, but—“ You nearly want to hurl at the mere smell as the last of the few adventurers ran off, desperate to escape this overwhelming stench as your professionalism fought to surface. “Please wash up now…!”

(“So? So?! Do you like it’s head? I cut it off myself!” If Gojo Satoru had a tail, it’d be wagging uncontrollably in front of you. His sparkling eyes from behind those bandages of his can almost be seen from how excited he was.

He could’ve just cut off one of its ears as proof… But they really went beyond what was needed to bring you this decapitated head.

“Thank you.” The smile on your face is absolutely radiant as you look towards the three, the twitch of your nose and the scrunch of your face held back through pure dedication. “I really—“ The air tastes absolutely putrid. “Cannot thank you all enough!”)

——

“Help a girl out, won’t you?” Shoko twirls a strand of her hair with dismissive motions, the tobacco pipe held between her fingers waiting to be set alight as she eyes you, concentrating on the way your hair swayed with every light movement.

“Of course, Miss Ieiri. But I really am not a big fan of you smoking…” She’s leaning in close, the soft fragrance of her bergamot scented wash wafting near just as your fingertip alights with a small flame, a small pout on her lips when you pull away, eyes returning back to your work as she leaned over the counter. “It’s bad for your health.”

“It’s only for a little while.” Her cheeks puff slightly, like a child getting lectured. Don’t be too disappointed in me.”

Her playful tone causes your lips to quirk up in fondness. “Of course not, Miss Ieiri. But please do put it out after a while.” You suppose she deserves it, after her tough mission.

“Ieiri this, Ieiri that… Have you taken a liking to my last name, perhaps?” She ends with chuckle as you pause in your administrations, looking up from the tangerine you were peeling for her.

“It is quite a pretty last name, Miss Ieiri. However, it is proper protocol to maintain my professionalism, after all.” A practiced saccharine smile and a polite tone. Just part of the job to you, or is it?

(You wouldn’t exactly be peeling fruits for just any adventurer, right?)

She laughs at your overtly rehearsed, stiff tone. “Lighten up a little. I’ve already told you.” A smile is upon her face as she takes another breath from the pipe, the smoke swirling about her in an alluring whiff. “Shoko is perfectly fine.”

“Well then—“ Your bashful face is a surprise, a very welcome one to her as your eyes shift about nervously, the creeps of a hot blush upon your cheeks, a hand placed upon your face as if to slow the heat of embarrassment. “If you don’t mind, Sho—“

It’s hard to remember, that in this small guild, where hardly any adventurers drop by, calls for a lack of traffic even by your own coworkers who inadvertently take too long of a break.

“Ahhhh! (name)!” The embarrassed cry of one of them doesn’t escape you with the loud whine reverberating throughout the wooden halls. “How could you not tell me the Gojo Satoru was back?!” The older elf cried, skin burning up as she hurriedly fixed her uniform, adjusting her beret before her hands latched onto your shoulders, shaking you about as you catch the falling fruit before it gets pummeled onto the ground.

“Hi, Miss Ieiri!” Her greeting to the girl is short-lived as she moves to hold both of her hands in yours, frazzled gaze speeding to meet your own. “(name), I’m begging you!”

“Please, please!! Take over my shift! I want to go see him!” She’s hurriedly, and very suddenly dabbing on a red far too mature for her complexion, dabbing powder onto her skin as she fixes herself, cosmetic products strewn all over your once near desk, her hands combing through her locks as Shoko puts out her pipe.

“Sylrel, you look perfectly gorgeous as always.” You’re shaking your head as you take in the sight of the pretty elven maiden, patting down the beret on her head and adjusting her brooch. “I’m sure he would think so too.”

“But he doesn’t!” She’s whining as Shoko opens her mouth, letting you plop a slice of the sweet fruit in as she chews delightedly.

“Do me another favour and find him, pleaseeeeee?!”

(“So do I take your shift first or—“

“Find him, please! Or— Wait, stall him! I can’t have him find me whilst I look like this!”

Shoko misses the tangerine slice you were about to feed her when you pull away to watch your coworker, a pout on her lips as a small glare is directed towards you. As if awaiting your attention to be directed back to her.

“Oh, sorry Shoko.” You hurriedly press the fruit back against her lips. “Just… How do I even stall him…?”

(You’re finally using her name. She’s satisfied.)

Shoko doesn’t even hesitate to answer through her chews. “All you have to do is talk to him, really.” Her elbow is propped up onto the counter as she holds her chin, a smirk on her lips as she licked up the remnants of the sweet fruit.

“I’m serious.”)

——

“Oh, Mister Geto.” You greet the half-naked sorcerer, fresh out of the shower as a smaller towel is sat upon his head, long hair hanging over his shoulders as your eyes start to falter at the sight of the extremely attractive man before you out of politeness, dressed down in clothing far more relaxed to suit his mood, his pants hanging low on his hips. His arm cages you in further into the corner as you’re trapped between the wall and his frame.

(You didn’t expect to be in this situation at all. But… He is just Geto Suguru, the humble gentleman of an adventurer.)

“Did you enjoy your shower?” Your smile is as polite as ever, sweet and oh, so clueless. Even daringly helping to pat the towel down onto the wet locks of his hair.

It makes him kind of mad, really.

“You know…” He trails off, large hand coming up to tuck a strand of your hair back, his palm brushing against the soft skin of your face, watching as you blink up at him in confusion, tilting your head into his hand and letting him hold your face.

He clicks his tongue.

“It’s good that you’re so clueless at times.” But it gets on his nerves. So frustratingly, adorably hard to resist. Perhaps you need a lesson?

He leans down to your ear, lightly blowing to tease you as he watches you squirm, your body lightly jumping as your hand hurriedly rushes up to cup your ear. Just what is he doing?

You hear him chuckle, a pat descending onto your head and displacing your beret as you allow him to do so.

“It’s cute.” You’re cute.

“Thank… you?” You’re still smiling as you try to put your thoughts together. Was there a bug by your ear? Lint in your hair? Oh, whatever. “Would you mind having dinner together with the rest of your party?”

His chuckle is hearty. “And when have I ever turned down an offer from a beautiful being such as yourself?” He’s letting your warmth linger on his skin before he begrudgingly forces himself to pull away, watching as your hands slowly reached up to fix his hair, tucking wet strands away to reveal his face as you stare head on into his eyes.

“I’m happy to hear that, then.”

And he’s happy to see that smile on your face.

(“Ah, Sylrel was looking for Mister Gojo. Where is he? Still showering?” Just as he opens his mouth to answer you, a shout sounds out from the showers.

“SU. GU. RU!” Angry yells akin to a chihuahua’s bark echo from the ajar door. “I’M USING YOUR SOAP!”)

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Notes:

A sorcerer differs from a wizard. A sorcerer is someone whose affinity for magic is innate, whilst wizards study magic in order to wield it, much like a learned skill.

Geto and Gojo are nowhere near in a romantic relationship together. (Yet.) Their relationship is described as a ‘love-hate rivalry’ more than anything. Their inability to cooperate together has costed them several quests.

Your feelings towards the SSS trio? You care about them. They helped you plenty of times ever since you got this job recently. You really appreciate it.

Sylrel. A high elf that adopted you and raised you as her own. Basically the closest thing you have to a mother figure.

*Gnolls. Born from the gluttony of bloated hyenas feasting on human remains, emerging from their four-legged cages of flesh and lesser being, bursting out as a human-hyena hybrid that walks on two legs all whilst maintaining low intelligence, predominantly canine features and a never ending hunger.

nvy’s aftertalk:

hi guys i’m addicted to baldur’s gate 3 haha. i don’t think i can ever write modern aus properly or at all after playing that game. writing this made me realize how much of a stupid geek i am

do u like this series 👉👈, if u don’t it’s fine (i will cry if u don’t)

#jjk x reader #satosugu x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #ieiri shoko x reader #stt au #whalewrites #geto x reader x gojo #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen

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eris-snow · 1 year

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𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

Tags: fluff, shoto x gn!reader, shy reader

Going to Shoto's agency for the first time.

A shitty receptionist.

An angry Shoto.

Shoto was melting.

He'd just gotten back from a patrol out in the autumn air of Tokyo, but he was melting.

Seeing you at the receptionist of his agency in his hoodie that was a tad baggy because of your size difference. He can't see your head because you'd decided to throw the hood up, but he knew it was you because he could hear your voice tremble as you nervously tell the receptionist why you were here

The weather was cold outside, and even under your second layer and baggy pants, you were shivering.

"Shoto forgot his lunch at home, so I'm here to deliver it. I-I have a note if you need verification-"

"Sorry, but you'll need to schedule an appointment if you want to visit his office." The receptionist said snootily without taking her eyes off the computer. "I need to ask you to leave before security gets here."

Shoto knows how meek you are, knows how you would never want to trouble anyone and are so insecure about your decisions. If someone tells you you're wrong, you start second-guessing yourself and stop speaking up after that.

So he was surprised that even after a few more seconds of hesitation, your shaky voice whispered back to the receptionist.

"B-But then Sho won't have lunch today. Please believe me, I really don't-" You tried, even putting yourself out there no matter how humiliating it is because you know how busy he is.

"Look," The lady finally stopped typing to shoot you a sharp glare. "Sho doesn't have time to deal with pushy fangirls like you, sweetheart." She jabbed a finger at you, which makes you shrink back slightly, "So why don't you take your little bento and find someone else to give it to, hm? Better yet, dump it in the garbage bin outside. It's where all you tryhards' gifts end up anyway."

Your face flushed scarlet red with shame as you try to ignore all the traction you were getting at the receptionist's outburst. You muttered a soft apology as you trained your eyes on the floor with the bento clutched tight in your ice-cold hands. But right as you start making your way to the big sliding doors outside, Shoto quickly put aside his growing anger and races to catch your arm before you can step out.

There are gasps from various interns and sidekicks, and when you whipped around to see who had caught your hand, your expression melted from embarrassment to relief. You've never come to his agency before, after all, and only Shoto's closest sidekicks have seen how you've looked like.

They were all not here (how convenient), of course.

"Sho-?"

"What are you doing here, love?" He asked, bringing your hood down to get to see you better. "You're freezing cold,"

"You forgot your lunch," You giggled, oozing with comfortability now that he was here as you hand him his bento. "I was afraid you'd get hungry."

He smiled softly at you taking the bento from your hand and replacing it with his palm.

The receptionist, who once wore a smug smirk was now sputtering in disbelief, biting her lip nervously as she watched how intimate the both of you were.

"I have a break now. Do you want to join me upstairs?" He inquired, warming you up with his left side. You shift closer to him a tiny bit as you nod your head vigorously.

As the both of you neared the lifts and passed the stiff receptionist, Shoto's face morphed into a hardened scowl. "By the way," He turned to face the lady.

"Don't bother coming to work tomorrow."

#todoroki x reader #shoto x you #shoto x y/n #mha #mha fanfiction #shoto todoroki #todoroki shōto

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callsign-joyride · 10 months

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Could I request prompts 9 and 13 with Javier for Summer of Smut please?

Object of My Desire | Javier Peña

Summary: Being forced to share a room with Javier while traveling was less than ideal. It was even more of a nuissance when you had to share a bed.

Content warnings: SMUT (18+), oral (f receiving), protected p in v

Prompts: “Stop wiggling around, I’m trying to sleep! Wait… what’s tha… oh!” + “I know you said no marks… But what if I put them where nobody except for me will see them?”

Author's note: This is my first time writing for Javier. I made some changes to my taglist form but I will still be tagging people from my TGM part of the taglist. If you don't want to be tagged in my Javier stuff, let me know.

This was written for my Summer of Smut writing event. Feel free to send in requests!

Taglist form (Google form, email is not asked)

You fucking hated traveling with Javier Peña. Aside from the fact that he was generally annoying to be around, he liked to backseat everything that he wasn’t in charge of. You wanted to travel alone but Steve wouldn’t allow it, saying that it’d be “too dangerous” even though you had the same training and experience. Needless to say, you were almost at the end of your fuse when the plane landed. You wanted to sleep on the plane but Javi wouldn’t shut up about how horrible the pilot was. (You didn’t even think he knew how to fly a plane, anyways.) When you tried to read your book, he still wouldn’t stop complaining about everything and a baby started crying. There was a moment of relief as you checked into the hotel for the night.

“You got lucky tonight, miss. This is our last room available,” the lady at the front desk said. You smiled and took the room keys, handing one to Javi and making your way to the elevator with your bag. Javi ended up being in front of you as you walked to the room, so he was the first one. He opened the door to the room and laughed, and you knew that couldn’t have been a good sign.

“Get out of the way. I wanna see what’s so funny,” you said as you shoved him and blindly walked into the room.

There was only one bed. Of course there was. The receptionist never clarified that. She probably thought that you and Javi were a couple.

“Give me that phone book. I’m calling other hotels,” you said as you sat on the bed.

“I’m sure they’re all booked out, too. Plus do you really think the government is gonna pay for you to get a room by yourself?”

“You’re an insufferable asshole. I’m not sleeping with you. I’ll pay for a room myself if that’s what it takes.”

“Fine. Have fun trying to look for hotels. I’ll be right here if you need anything,” he said as he laid on the bed and started reading his book. He was trying not to laugh as you sounded angrier by the minute. You put the phone on the receiver for the last time and glared at him.

“Well, I just called every hotel within a ten mile radius and they’re all booked out. Congratulations on being right, I guess.”

You started to unpack your things while Javi flipped through the channels on the TV. Most restaurants were closed when you checked in to the hotel, but Javi offered to go and get some tacos from one of the food trucks in the area. It took a few minutes of arguing for him to finally leave on his own. You laid on the bed with the phone and the receiver on your chest, dialing Steve and Connie’s number, hoping that someone would pick up. Connie picked up and, even though you loved talking to her, you were more focused on yelling at Steve.

“Can you put your husband on the phone? I’m gonna kill him,” you said. She chuckled and you heard some mumbling before Steve’s voice was in your ear.

“How was the trip?” He asked.

“Murphy, you’re fucking dead. First of all, Peña likes to think that he can control everything. He wouldn’t shut up on the plane about how ‘it’s not how you’re supposed to fly’. Does he even know how to fly a plane? And then we get to the hotel and the receptionist tells us that it’s the last room available. There’s only one bed in this hell hole. I spent thirty minutes calling every hotel within a ten mile radius and they were all booked, too.”

You rolled your eyes as Steve laughed on the other end of the phone.

“Wait a minute, did you plan this?” You asked.

“What if I did? Give him a chance. He’s not as bad once you get to know him.”

“I think he is. You didn’t have to suffer on a six hour flight with him next to you, babbling about how horrible it is that things aren’t going his way. Guys like him are why I like to do all of my work alone. He might be on his way back. I might kill someone.”

Steve chuckled.

“You’re not gonna kill anyone. Have fun. I’ll see you in a couple days, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Javi came back with tacos and you quickly ate before getting your pajamas and heading for the shower. He had his eyes on you as you opened the door to the bathroom to let the cool air in while you brushed your teeth.

“Those are your pajamas?” He asked as he gestured to the tank top and shorts that you were wearing. You spit your toothpaste into the sinking and rinsed off your toothbrush, leaving it on the counter.

“Yeah. I didn’t think it’d be a problem. This is what I always sleep in,” you said.

“You might as well not be wearing pants, princesa.”

It was going to be a miracle if both of you walked out of the room in the morning with both of your lives intact at this point.

“Don’t be a pig, Peña.”

You decided to read the book that you brought until you were going to fall asleep. Javi got up and brushed his teeth and took his clothes off at some point, but you were too invested in your book to notice.

“What are you reading, anyways?” He asked. You showed him the cover of the book while you were still reading.

“A western? Are you serious?”

You sighed and put the book down.

“I bought it at the airport because I knew I’d need something to do.”

“You didn’t get a classic like Frankenstein or Pride and Prejudice?”

“I can’t believe you just put those in the same sentence. And no, I didn’t, because I wanted something that would actually keep me entertained. Look at where that got me. I couldn’t sleep or read on the plane so, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna turn my light off and go to bed. I hope you do the same. At least you’ll be quiet.”

“Ouch.”

Javi turned off his lamp and wrapped his arms around you once he got in the bed. You didn’t object. It felt nice to be held by someone. But you couldn’t get to sleep because he wouldn’t stop wiggling around.

“Will you stop wiggling around? I’m trying to sleep. What’s - oh.”

Now that you had drawn attention to it, you were both aware that Javi was turned on. You could feel his length press up against your ass but you weren’t sure if you wanted to do anything about it. You were almost positive that you’d scoot away from him and act like it never happened, but it seemed like Javi had other things in mind as he turned you in his arms so that you were facing him. He took your hand in his and guided it to the bulge in his boxers. The primal urge to kiss him took over and you pulled him in by the hair on the back of his neck. The kiss was a battle of tongues and teeth as he slid your shorts and panties down your legs. He shoved his boxers down and rested his cock against the inside of your thigh.

“So wet for me,” he said as he rubbed his fingers between your folds. He started to kiss your neck and you winced and yanked his head away as he started to suck on your sweet spot.

“You can’t leave marks. We gotta work, y’know?”

He sighed, “alright.”

He lifted your leg onto his shoulder and left kisses down your chest. You let out a shaky breath as he was level with your glistening cunt. His mouth was on you in an instant and you would’ve been lying if you said it didn’t feel good. He looked into your eyes while he ate your pussy like a starved man and you started moving your hips with the rhythm of his tongue. Your thighs tightened around his head as you came when he ran his tongue along your clit.

“You’re so pretty when you cum,” he said.

“Want you inside of me.”

Javi nodded his head and got up to grab his wallet. He pulled a condom out and put it on the nightstand before standing in between your legs and leaning down to kiss you. He stopped for a moment to slide the condom on and move you up the bed with a pillow under your back for extra support.

“Fuck,” he said as he eased himself inside of you, “I know you said no marks, but what if I put them where no one except for me will see them?” He asked. You moaned a yes and he was beginning to slowly thrust while he put love bites on your chest.

“Fuck - please, go faster,” you said. He nodded and groaned into your ear when he started to really pick up the pace.

“You’re so tight. I don’t know if I’m gonna last,” he said.

“It’s okay. You’re big and I’m already close.”

Javi nodded and started thrusting into you faster. His thrusts became more erratic and you knew he was close. You wrapped your legs around his hips while he rubbed your clit, making both of you cum. He laid with his head in the crook of your neck for a few minutes before pulling out of you and throwing the condom away in the bathroom trash can. He came back with a warm towel and helped you clean up before going back to holding you in his arms.

“I wonder how long it’ll take for Murphy to notice,” he said.

“Don’t say that.”

Steve didn’t need to figure it out. You let it slip to Connie when you were getting drinks one night and she obviously told him. Only, you didn’t know that until he strolled by your desk one morning saying, “What did I say? He’s not so bad once you get to know him,”.

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ravenwitch45 · 1 year

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Could I request Stolas, blitzø, and Loona (separately) with a reader who was a witch when they were alive and still is in hell.

Having SO who was a witch and still is in Hell

Stolas

Oh okay then!

He's surprised but quite happy at this revelation.

He's also a mage, and while every demon can do magic to an extent, the actual techniques to learn most arts are coveted by certain circles. The only exception are overlords granted powers upon reincarnation. Either way Stolas barely ever sees let alone interacts with other magic users.

So upon discovering the fact you knew and practiced magic before death. He's immediately intriqued, asking all about it. Whether or not your powers were granted or there from birth, How they work, What you like to do with them and of course he loves seeing you use your powers.

After his curiosity has been sated a little, he... well we all know he loves to ramble on about his interests. And while with a bit of time it's easy to grasp the basics of botany, Magic is a lot more complicated, Blitz just kind of tunes it out even though he tries, and Octavia is just starting her magic training.

So he starts rambling on about it all to you, unintentionally of course but he subconciously just feels more comfortable about it with you. You notice it but don't mind, having had no one to discuss magic with either for a long time you welcome it, and start asking him about it actively and making sure to listen, which makes him happier then you could imagine.

One thing he really likes to do with you after discovering it, is mix his magic with yours. It's a very intimate, and powerful technique if used agressivley, generally only done with romantic partners and other learned loved ones. He had never done it, considering... you know but when he does it with you, he just melts.

The spell gives a glimpse of the other person's thoughts and feelings, and being able to literally feel all the love you have for him just makes him a blushing mess in your arms.

He loves you so much.

Blitzo

Oh another Magical Hottie? He's down.

He's familiar with magic of course, i mean his other partner as well as his daughter know magic and he himself has learned a bit from using Stolas's grimoire so he's far from weirded out, surprised of course, but cool with it.

But unlike Stolas, he knows nothing about the complexities, so his questions are a lot more wild guesses? He honestly thought you might have been a sinner who got magic due to ruthlessness like The Vs or Al to which he ain't upset at the idea. He would be impressed if that was true.

Also he of course asks what you can do in bed with it, and no he doesn't mean a card trick.

Depending on how you were treated in life, he'll have some buisness to take care of.

Honestly just watches you in awe if he ever sees you kill with it, probably would run up to you and kiss you after it's over, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and calling you a beautiful badass

He runs on like one braincell most of the time so he might ask for a bit of help with stuff, like if he misplaces one of his horse figures or something, you honestly saying you should just teach him these spells but you never do, he just likes seeing you do it.

He is always impresed by every bit of magic you use, mnot matter how much he sees it.

Had to apoligize profusely when you glared at him for buying a pointy hat, assuming you'd like it, though you both laughed it off

Overall he doesn't care too much, he think it's cool and might make fun but cares more on how you treat him and his loved ones, and if that comes with some magic he's good with that.

Loona

Oh she is interested, in every part.

Her favorite top has a pentagram on it, this girl loves magic. And while officially she's just a receptionist, she's generally the one who handles the grimoire plus she knows how to disguise herself so she's a bit of a mage herself.

While she is very curious about how being a witch is, she's someone who understands how it is to be treated diffrently when you don't want to so she'll generally let you talk when you feel like it.

Eventually will ask for help with some magic stuff if she feels like it's needed. Like asking for help on memorizing spells, and asking her step dad or sister feels daunting to her.

Will totally get you witchy fashion from Stylish Occult if you like that stuff.

One time asks if familars are a real thing, getting the response that she is kinda your familar, a deep and intended to be life long bond a witch has with someone special and she just becomes a blushing mess from that.

She likes it a lot, and is very happy to learn about that side of you, but overall loves you as before

(Sorry for the few here, I've never done Loona before.)

Okay there you go! Sorry this took so long, my birthday happened and I got distracted by a lot of stuff, but I finally finished it! And I'll get to more soon enough!

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dirtybitfic · 2 months

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Therapy pt.1

matt sturniolo x y/n

Story contains- language, talking about sexual fantasies and issues, kinks, therapy session.

Pink-you purple- Leslie your best friend. blue -matt. orange the receptionist

story line- you start therapy to help with issues you had with partners in the past and not knowing how to fix them and feeling like your not finding people who match your wants and needs in the bedroom.

Y/n pov-

I just got ready to head to my first sex therapy session. I'm honestly mortified I even have to do this in the first place but Leslie my best friend said it would be helpful.

One week ago..

y/n I love you but you really need to go to someone professional about this

no absolutely not . im not going to a random person to try and figure out my sex issues .

I'm serious it can be really beneficial ! do you want to suffer for the rest of your life with partners who won't give you what you want or do you want to talk to a trained therapist who can help you find the right way to find what you want and why you want it

ughh I don't know I just don't like talking to people I don't know about shit like this .

I know it makes you anxious but some of your fantasies are a bit... extravagant and this therapist might be able to help you understand why you want things like that you know find out the underlying details you might not see for yourself

okay you have a point there.. okay maybe ill go once and if I like it ill stick with it if not then I won't go back

Yeah what's the worst that could happen

I blame you if it goes to shit

yeah yeah whatever your so dramatic

Present time

Im not gonna lie i'm so nervous about this whole thing. I never liked therapy in general . I only like talking about my life with people I trust so talking to a stranger about my sex problems sounds like hell.

Maybe Leslies right though this could end well and I might enjoy it but ... probably fucking not.

I just pulled up to the building and parked in the parking deck I was already 9 minutes late since parking in down town L.A is horrible so obviously thats not helping my anxiety at all.

I made my way to the lobby of the 26 story building and took the elevator up to the 20th floor.

walking out I noticed the seating area was very spacious but also dull.

all the furniture was black and white . Everything looked so clean and pristine I was almost scared to touch anything. As I walked up to the reception desk the young woman noticed me and smiled.

Hey you must be y/n . Your here for the 7:00 appointment right?

yes hi im so sorry im late parking was a mess

no worries matts last appointment is running a little behind anyways.Take a seat and ill let you know when to head back

okay thank you

I took a seat on one of the black couches and scrolled on my phone trying to busy my mind

After about 10 more minutes a couple walked out of the long hallway looking very pissed off and on edge .

I averted my attention back to my phone to avoid awkward eye contact.

Y/n Matt is ready for you if you'd like to head back

okay thank you

I make my way down the long hallway slowly still unsure of going through with this or not.

I reach the doors and softly push one open and walk in .

A man who im guessing is matt is sitting in a chair at a desk facing out to the windows so I can only see the back of his head.

I softly clear my throat.

hi Mr.sturniolo im y/n

he jolts in his chair

Oh hi im sorry your so quiet I didn't hear you come in he says as he spins around to face you and your breathe catches in your throat .

He is the most attractive man you've ever seen . Dark hair with bright blue eyes, nice stubble and tattoos adorned his left arm. Maybe this won't be so bad

I hold eye contact not saying anything but smiling awkwardly.

oh sorry please have a seat and we can get started

I take a seat in the chair opposite to him and softy set my phone on my lap and purse on the ground.

so y/n what made you choose to come see me

umm well it was a suggestion my beat friend made she said that it might help me work out some things that I might not be seeing for my self

okay well lets start off with your relationship backgrounds . How many relationships have you had and how long were they

well i've only had two real relationships. The first one was when I was a sophomore in high school it was about 6 months and my second one was my during summer going into sophomore year of college it was about 3 months.

okay ... why would you say the first relationship didn't work out?

Umm I don't know . He was pretty verbally abusive and made me feel bad about myself . He closed me off From my friends and threw temper tantrums in front of my parents which was very embarrassing but after a while I got fed up with the way he treated me even after I asked him to fix some things that I didn't like and he didn't so I broke up with him.

okay and how was the sexual relationship with him

I mean pretty good id say its one of the only reasons I stuck around for so long

okay so what made it good .?What are some things he did that you enjoyed?

well I don't know . He let me keep my shirt on so I liked that

he chuckled a little bit at your answer .

okay thats ... nice but name things he did that made you feel good . Did he talk you through it . touch you in a way that made you feel good ... things like that

yeah I mean he was my first everything . He would choke me which is something that I like ... he would give me hickeys in only places we could see which I thought was hot I guess. He would I guess praise me a little which made me feel good .

okay and did he ever prioritize your pleasure over his

n-no not really I mean he never made me cum

You were with him for 6 months and he didn't make you cum at all?

no I mean he would make me ummm you started to get nervous for some reason not wanting to say squirt.

So he made you squirt but never gave you a full orgasm

yeah

okay and what about the second relationship

well it was more of a glorified situationship but he was great until he wasn't . He treated me well always made me feel pretty and wanted. The sex was fucking amazing I mean he was the only man who ever gave me head and I used to hate the idea of having a man go down on me I still kinda do but he was so good at it . And he made me you know uh squirt a lot but again never made me orgasm or he'd have me right at the brink of orgasming and then he'd cum and that was it. But after 2 and a half months he got distant said he was going through a lot and pretty much ghosted me for 2 weeks so I broke it off and never spoke to him again.

okay and what are things he did during sex that you enjoyed.

well he would choke me and he'd degrade me which is something I love and he would slap me which I did have to ask him to do but he did it willingly and he would talk to me a lot during it which I liked especially when id be over stimulated and id be crying and he'd hold me closer but made me take it which I found really attractive . He also bit my shoulder sometimes which for some reason I liked . He also liked to leave hands prints on my ass which I loved too and I loved leaving scratch marks on his back and he also enjoyed it .

okay so what ive gathered so far is you like being choked , its easier for you squirt than it is to orgasm , you have a pain kink, you like receiving and leaving marks, you like impact play and with an educated guess your a submissive.

Y-yeah I mean you got all that from such little information...

well I mean it is my job y/n he smiles at you causing you to smile back .

That is true you say with a quite laugh

so what are somethings that you feel were missing from your past sexual partners or maybe somethings you wanted them to do but were too afraid to bring up

well I mean obviously Id like to find a man who Puts in the effort to make me cum . I also guess I wish id like my partners to be more vocal even if its just sounds I like to know im doing a good job and that I make them feel good. I also wish they would make me call them specific names... sometimes I don't find it hot to moan their names so I just don't . I also would like someone who fully dominates me you know bosses me around tells me exactly what to do and how to do it. I also wish that I could fully voice what I want but when I try I pussy out.

okay so obviously they haven't fully satisfied your wants and needs in the past. How do you usually feel after sex?

I guess used in a way . I haven't really had a guy yet who takes care of me after . They all have just gotten up threw me a towel to clean myself off and then I get dressed and leave.

so you crave the intimate parts as well as the sex. You want to feel taken care of after and not just like they got what they want and thats all

yeah exactly I mean thats why I haven't really had sex in a while I started to have a lot of mental challenges with myself and it created a lot of body image issues and I just got tired of feeling used

im sorry they made you feel that way. I think what a lot of guys fail to realize is girls minds are very different . They don't think the way they treat a girl after has that much effect but it does and ive seen through the years the toll that it can take on younger woman's minds that can even lead to eating disorders. Its very important to make woman feel loved and take care of even if the sex is rough and after they do something so small like running a bath to help you relax small things can really make a difference

exactly I want something like that but I feel like I always go for emotionally immature men who just see me as a piece off ass and get what they want then leave I just feel like its hard to find a man who will fit my every want and desire but I don't want to keep lowering my standards just so I can get fucked once and a while

You shouldn't have to lower your standards for that but it does sounds like being celibate isn't something you're happy about he says with a look on his face that you cant exactly read .

well no I mean I like having sex honestly sometimes I think I like it a bit too much . Im horny a lot and don't get me wrong toys are great but its never quite the same and having someone on top of me making me feel good

I understand what you mean . Don't take this the wrong way but do you think that you might be a sex addict

i... well maybe I don't know you say as your face gets red with embarrassment .

do you think that maybe looking into something like a bdsm club would be worth a try . Judging by the things you like that you've told me so far you need a dominant who not only wants to pleasure you but enjoys giving you everything you want

I don't know ive looked into it but they all seem weird and sketchy .

Well what is your dream man explain what he would look like what he would do to you that would meet your every deep desire

well I like a man who's taller than me who I can stand next to and feel small compared too but also feel protected by. I like a man who looks dark and mysterious kind of like if he walked into a room people would feel on edge and a bit scared. I like a man with dark hair and light eyes preferably with tattoos that has an energy to him that makes me feel slightly in danger even though im not. I want a man who asks me my kinks and fantasies and has no problem making them a reality .

And what is your darkest fantasy . one you've never told anybody he says leaning closer to you over the desk making your breathe hitch .

He narrows his eyes on you as he notices your breathing pattern changing and the way your thighs rub together as you squirm in your chair. With how attractive he is and the way he pins you down with his eye contact and all the sex talk it has you wet and horny.

I don't know if you really want to hear about that to be honest you'll probably think im crazy

I would never think that y/n you have to remember I hear about things like this on a day to day bases its nothing that I probably haven't heard before.

okay c-can I look in my notes app thats where I have them written in full detail

of course also lets move to the couch this seat gets uncomfortable after sitting in it all day

okay you say as you slowly get up making your way to the couch and taking a seat in the middle

he stands adjusting his pants and taking off his tie setting in on his chair as he unbuttons a couple of the top buttons of his dress shirt getting more comfortable since your his last client of the day.

he comes over and sits almost knee to knee with you causing your breathing to accelerate at the closeness between you both.

whenever your ready to share go ahead I promise this is a safe space I will not judge you

okay . Well my fantasy takes place in a grave yard...

okay scence set he says smiling over at you

well it starts off with me taking a walk in the grave yard kind of late and its dark and foggy as I make my way to the far back where there's tress and the larger graves I hear a branch snap like someone is watching me causing me to get nervous and a bit scared but I keep walking back further till I hit old decrepit stairs that lead into catacombs . As I make my way to the stairs I hear more branches snapping and look into the woods to see a man in a mask watching me as he slowly makes his way to me before I run down the stairs causing his to chase after me into the catacombs and before I can get father away he grabs me by my hair causing me to slam back into his big tall frame and fear to flood my body . Then he drags me into one of the open rooms with skulls adorning the walls and throws me on the ground ripping my clothes off and tying my hands behind my back so I cant move them or push him away as he slides into me roughly from the back and he fucks me so hard im crying and shaking under as he tells me how wet I am for him and how much of a good girl I am for letting him take me like this and makes beg him to let me cum so many times im crying and shaking . I also think it would be hot for him to create small cuts in my back with a knife every time I cum until they make up his initials in my back and he fills me to the brim with his cum.

you finally finish reading it and take a deep breathe even scared to look at him not wanting to see his face

y/n look at me

I cant

and why not he says in a deep raspy tone

because I just cant

he moves his hand to your back sliding up slowly until he reaches the back of your head tugging on your scalp causing you to gasp as he forces you too look at him.

I said I would not judge you and I meant that but when I tell you to look at me I expect you to treat me with respect and do as your told

y-yes mr sturniolo im sorry you wince when he lets go of the strong grip he had in your hair .

You were already wet from reading your dirtiest fantasy to him but then he did that and now you were a fucking water fall you could feel it seeping through your thong under your skirt.

you stare at him as he stares back as you with darkened eyes that have you melting into the couch feeling intimidated by the way he is looking at you so intensely.

there's a knock on the door causing you both to break out of the trance you were in and look over .

hey mr sturniolo I was just coming in to check if everything was okay its 20 minutes after my clock out time...

oh im so sorry Kayla you can head out we have some things to finish up on im sorry for holding you over

its okay see you Monday morning

she walks out leaving you and matt alone again.

if you need to go I understand I didn't realize we went over time

no its okay we still have some more stuff to talk about and to be honest I don't have anywhere to rush too

alright then what else do we have to talk about

what about this fantasy excites you the most

um I guess the fear of not knowing who's under the mask but also the fact they followed me I guess it makes me feel special and that he put in that much effort just to get me

Okay so fear turns you on?

I mean I guess but only in certain scenarios

okay so lets say you lived in a big house with a lot of land and you didn't have close neighbors and you had a stalker and he showed up every night watching you from far away . Is that something that would turn you on

yeah I mean the books I read have definitely tainted my mind but yes that would turn me on

what about having a stalker turns you on?

I guess the fact that they are so obsessed with me they feel the need to stalk and watch me

so you like the feeling of knowing someone is obsessed with you

yeah it would make me feel special I guess I don't know saying that out loud sounds concerning

no it doesn't I think you like attention you like knowing that someone is watching you and waiting to pounce on you when they want . You like thinking of someone taking you when they want and not having a say don't you

yeah I guess

so im guessing you also have a consensual non consensual kink ?

yeah you sigh . its kind of concerning how good he is at guessing your kinks and finding ways to get the information out of you without you having to just straight out say it. It honestly makes it less awkward .

so with the cnc kink what about it do you like?

I guess the fighting back I like to push buttons see how much of a fight I can put up until they finally brake and take their anger out on me

so your a brat?

excuse me you ask shocked at what he called you.

he laughs seeing you expression

y/n im not calling you a brat its a type of submissive trait you like getting a man annoyed at you so they punish you when they've had enough of your attitude

ohh yeah okay that makes more sense you say laughing softly to yourself

so you like being punished he says moving his leg closer to yours making them touch fully which has you pulsing around nothing. The way he speaks to you turns you on just the tones of his voice is deep yet soothing put there's also an underlying tones that makes it sounds like he's humiliating you with the words he speaks.

I mean I don't know ive never been punished a day in my life even as a kid I didn't get punished.

come here he says making you look at him confused

he softly grabs your arm then pulls you over his knees

w-what are you doing

don't worry this is strictly a lesson if you'd like me to stop I will but its easier to show you this way then explain with words

your breathing is loud at this point as your thighs squeeze together . the way he has you over his knees is doing something to you given the fact you know your ass is showing since your skirt is kind of short

are you okay with me showing you it will help you get an idea if being punished is something your into or not

you nod your head with cases him to jolt his knee up causing your body to bounce up and your skirt to ride up.

I need you to use your words y/n

y-yes this is okay I trust you

good now lets say I was your dominant okay. The thing I will be punishing you for is earlier can you tell me what that might be

ummm I don't know uh your voice coming out a little shaky. Your so turned on and you're sure if he looks down at any point he could see your soaked thong.

some on use your brain I know you'll figure it out he says as. you feel his hand on your back slowly rubbing small soothing circles

um when I didn't look at you after reading my fantasy

good girl thats exactly what I will punish you for and the punishment will be leaving my hand print on your ass would that be okay

y-yes

good now ill do 5 on each side okay if you want me to stop just tell me and I will okay

okay you say softly. The last thing you expected was for your first session to end with you over your therapists knee having a full demonstration of something you could be into.

his hand slides down your back to your ass as he rubs softly over your left cheek then his hand smacks down hard causing you to gasp.

thats one and I want you to count for me okay

y-yes sir

he groans causing you to blush and wait for the next smack

his hand comes down again making you squeak out Two

your doing good

after the last smack your breathing hard and your left cheek is stinging and pulsing in the spot he continuously hit.

his hand smacks down on your right cheek causing you to jolt forward .

fuck you gasp he hit harder than you expected.

you need me to stop

no im okay keep going

he finishes the last 4 and you're panting as your thighs are clenching together so hard you can feel the muscles straining. He helps you off his lap and you sit back down on the couch wincing in pain as your raw ass hits the surface.

he looks at you with dark blown out eyes with a slight smirk on his face.

well you obviously like being punished he says causing you to furrow your brows at him as you face got hotter.

oh yeah and how do you know that. you said in a snippy tone

because you clenched your thighs the entire time and ... I could see how soaked your thong was

your breathe hitched as you looked down at the ground trying to hide your embarrassment .

no need to be embarrassed . We did it to see if it was something you liked at it proved you did .

matt was about four years older than you making him 26 and you 22 which made this situation even hotter given the age gap.

yeah I know im just embarrassed I like it that much I guess

well I think we covered a good amount for out first session . When do you want to schedule your next meeting ?

do you have any openings on Tuesday ?

let me check he says getting up and going over to his desk to look at his computer .

he looked so hot leaning over his desk , his sleeves rolled up showing his toned forearms and his big veiny hands gripping the tables edge. God you wish you could have those hands around your neck. which makes you realize you forgot to mention one of your biggest kinks .

oh I did forget one kink that plays a roll in a lot

oh yeah and what is that he say still focusing on his computer

Hands you say biting your lip still looking at his hands.

he looks at you then notices you're looking at his hands causing his dick to stiffen even more in his pants. You hadn't noticed he had a hard on and he's glad about that. He's never had a client so close to his age that also fits everything he finds attractive . You're exactly the type of girl he's ever wanted , the perfect bratty submissive but he keeps it to himself knowing he's your therapist and he cant jeopardize your business relationship.

You snap out of it meeting his eyes as he's smirking at you causing your face to get red knowing he caught you looking at his hands.

I have two openings one in the afternoon for 1 pm or 7pm

can we do the 7 pm again

yeah of course ill put you in for 7pm

he finishes setting your appointment and starts grabbing his stuff you stand up off the couch and go to grab your phone where you had set it on his desk and grab your purse taking out your keys.

wait for me and ill walk you out its pretty late out you shouldn't be walking out of here on your own

okay thank you I mean you don't have to do that

no I insist he says before walking around his desk to you and leading you to the door.

he turns the lights off then locks his office doors then you both make your way down the hall to the sitting room area . He turns off all the overhead lights then meets you at the front entrance doors.

He locks those then you make your way to the elevators down to the parking deck.

so what did you think of your first session I know a lot of people don't like therapy

honestly I was really not excited but it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be

im glad I wasn't that bad

me too honestly I was expecting an old man not ...you

ill take that as a good thing

oh yeah no sorry I didn't mean it in a bad way im really glad your young it made me a little less nervous

im glad and I hope it helped to talk through some stuff

it did I mean I usually don't talk about most of this sex stuff with people so it felt good to get some of it out

well then I guess the therapy is doing its job

yeah I guess so you say smiling over at him

which floor did you park on

im pretty sure eight

cool me too ill walk you to your car

oh no you don't have to do that don't you have like a girlfriend to get home to or something

no actually I don't I do have brothers that are waiting for me to get them dinner though

oh well don't let me take more of your time im sure I can safely make it to my car

come on were in down town LA there could be crack heads roaming around ill walk you they can wait

fine if you insist

you make it down to the 8th floor of the parking deck and start walking in the direction of where you parked

so do you live with your brothers

yeah im actually a triplet so you know were very close we haven't really felt the need to move into our own places

oh wow thats cool I have an older brother but were not super close I always wished id had a twin sister though

how old is your brother

oh hes 26

ahh the older brother dynamic I get it its kind of hard to have a close relationship when your 4 years apart

yeah we've gotten closer through the years but you know he's a guy im a girl its different

yeah I get that

okay well this is me you say pointing to your car

thank you for walking me

of course its no problem see you Tuesday

yep see you Tuesday goodnight mr.sturniolo

goodnight y/n and just so you know you can call me matt

okay well good night matt you say as you start to get in your car .

he starts walking the opposite way to where he's parked as you start your car up and head home .

... part 2 coming soon.

#matt sturniolo #bd/sm daddy #therapist

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t3ag3rs · 28 days

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g e n s o - 0 6.

"it's now time to choose a class representative.."

sighs out mr. aizawa looking at the class. "vote for me!" exclaims various students raising their hands to gain attention.

"yeah.. probably dont vote for me" you say bluntly, hating the thought of having all the attention on you if you were to be class representative.

"no way! i wouldve totally voted for you!" replies kirishima staring at you in shock. you let out a laugh, "well thats nice to know, but the thought of all that attention just seems so wrong..!"

You stare at the results dumb-founded.

There was actually no way people had voted for you. "alright, which one of you guys voted for me?" you ask. mina and kirishima both turn their attention elsewhere and you narrow your eyes. "you two little shits are not sly" they let out a mischievous grin and stick out their tongues.

you stand in front of the class next to deku as mr. aizawa tells the class the roles for you two. you were given deputy and he was given the head representative. at the end of class you walk toward mr. aizawa and ask him to give your role to yaoyorozu, "if its alright sir- i would like to give yaoyorozu my role of deputy, i think she would be better fit for the role instead of me" you explain.

he just nods, "whatever you say kid..." you let out a smile of triumph and walk out of class.

deciding to skip lunch, you find a teacher and ask her if there was a gym or training room in the building. "there sure is! just head up to the top floor and there should be a receptionist who can help you out!" smiles a teacher, you thank her and head upstairs to find the receptionist.

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you talked to the receptionist and she registered you in the gyms system. she hands you a card and explains that the card will allow you to come into the gym whenever you wanted. you bow and thank her before walking into the gym lock. you change into a pair of workout clothes you had packed in your bag.

walking into the gym you let out a smile realizing it was completely empty. i guess no one wants to come into the gym during their lunch.. you throw your bag somewhere in the room and grab a set of hand wraps. placing yourself in front of a punching bag, you start stretching quietly while listening to music.

you stand back up after stretching your muscles. you throw a couple of jabs at the punching bag and step back to take off your sweatpants, leaving you only with a sports bra and biker shorts. walking back to the bag, you continue throwing kicks and jabs letting the sound of the bag echo the room.

you let out a smile enjoying the slight sting your knuckles felt when it came to contact with the bag. this place was your home, the equipment and the slight smell of sweat (as weird as it sounded) made you feel at ease. you could let everything out in here and no one would say anything.

suddenly you stop in your tracks when you hear the door open and close from the locker room revealing bakugou in a black wifebeater and sweatpants. You widen your eyes and feel a wave of insecurity hit you as you realize you were showing much more skin than usual.

"the fuck you looking at genso?" he sneers, you turn your head away embarrassed he caught you staring, and focused your attention back to the bag in front of you. god why him, why right now..?

you kick the bag and jab twice, feeling the sweat start to drip down your neck. you hear the shuffle of his feet and see him pick the punching bag right next to you.

fuck this shit.. im out.

you walk to the locker room before bakugou called out to you, "where the fuck do you think your going?"

you freeze, before pointing to the exit and replying bluntly, "back to lunch."

bakugou scoffed and rolled his eyes, "yeah right.. and do what? stare at everyone else eating while you sit still and pick at your nails like yesterday?" he crosses his arm over his chest.

you widen your eyes, had he been staring at you in the cafeteria eating? "were you watching eat or something? kinda creepy bakugou..." you respond crossing your arms over your chest, mimicking him.

his face shifts into disgust, "why would i ever stare at you?" he retorts, "besides your going to fight me. right here, right now." he threatens, walking closer to you.

you let out a laugh, "thats real funny, but first of all.. back up," you put your hand on his chest and push him back feeling his muscles through the thin fabric. "and second- im not fighting you."

he smirks, "are you scared to fight me??" you roll your eyes and sigh out at his ego. "besides if you wanna start preparing for the sports festival i suggest you start training now."

"gee thanks for looking out for me bakugou, i greatly appreciate that reminder" you roll your eyes and walk back to the bags, "but im not scared of fighting you, i just dont want to." you swing at the bag growing impatient at the pestering of bakugou.

"couldnt give a flying fuck about your opinion- your fighting me and thats that" he shrugs with a sly smile.

right before you could shoot another retort, the alarm rings. "whats going on..?" you walk to the locker room door to open it before a wall of metal shuts you and him in. "great.." you sigh out, "im stuck in here with you outta all people.." you sulked.

"hah?! i heard that!" he yells, and you look at him and force a smile, "i wanted you to." he grits his teeth and his palms start smoking, "would ya look at that..! little bakugous angry!" you tease, finding his reaction entertaining.

of course you didnt realize your mistake until you were shoved up against the wall with tiny explosions dangerously close to your face. "listen here genso, im not gonna waste my time trying to convince you to fight me- you are going to whether you like it or not!" you hold your breath at the close proximity between you and him.

you use your wind and push him back a good two feet away from you. "listen here bakugou, i dont care if you think your so strong, i am not going to fight you and thats final. now leave me alone."

suddenly the wall of metal lifts and you rush out to the locker room to change out.

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you huff as you walk into class.

you find deku telling the class he wanted iida to take his role of class representative. sitting down in your seat quietly, you rest your face in your hands and bakugou walks in. he takes his seat next to you and focuses on aizawa.

stupid bakugou thinking he can always get what he wants... who does he think he is?? a spoiled brat thats what.

"alright, todays training will be a little different. youll have three instructors, we'll be focusing on rescue training." the class erupted in chatter. "you all will be dealing with natural disasters, shipwrecks, etc." explains aizawa.

you let out a small smile, your quirk was more helpful in battle, but it could be helpful in rescue when used the right way.

"what you wear in this exercise is up to you. it may be a disadvantage to use your costumes since you arent all that used to it yet, but it can also help you adapt quickly. this special training is at an off campus facility, so get changed and meet me outside to get on the bus."

you grab your costume and go to change. you quickly glance at the mirror to make sure you look fine before going to the bus. "gather round class 1-a! line up by your seat number so we can enter the bus efficiently!" whistled iida.

you giggle before waiting for everyone to get into the bus before walking in. you let out a low curse as the only seat available was the one next to bakugou. you drag your feet to the seat and you hear mina let out a small apology, "sorry y/n..! you know how explosive his personality is..!" you sighed and agreed, "literally explosive." the bus lit up in a fit of giggles.

"could i sit by the window?" you ask him quietly, he just stares at you and gets up. your eyes widen as you smile, and you giddily sit in the seat.

you sigh as the trip starts. putting in your earbuds, you lean against the window going quiet. breathing slowly you feel your body fall asleep.

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"oh my god kiri, look...!" mina points at you sleeping on the window peacefully. kirishima lets out a laugh, "holy shit look at them!" unbeknownst to the two of you, bakugou had fallen asleep on your shoulder.

"quick! someone take a photo!" exclaims kaminari enjoying the sight in front of him, gaining the attention of the entire bus. "geez he actually doesnt look so bad when he isnt raging about everything.." mutters mina as she snaps a quick photo.

"god im so gonna tease the two about it!" chuckles kirishima, as he stifles a laugh.

bakugou lets out a low groan at the noise and the whole bus goes quiet. "we probably should be quiet before he explodes this whole bus..." mumbles sero.

when you woke up you felt your face heat up at the sight of bakugou sleeping on you. deciding not to interrupt his sleep you stayed still and allowed him to continue. you relished in the quiet moments you got without having to hear him blast your eardrums.

he isnt that bad when hes not going rabid.. he doesnt look that bad either- what the fuck am i saying?? its katsuki fucking bakugou!

you move your arm a bit waking bakugou up. you stare at him sweatdropping, his eyes widens and a small blush creeps up on his face. "got a bit comfortable there ey bakugou?" teases kaminari smirking, "shut the fuck up dunce face before i explode you into last week!" rages bakugou.

ah there goes that quiet.

previous parts: pt. 0 0 / pt. 0 1 / pt. 02 / pt. 03 / pt. 04 / pt. 05 next parts: pt. 07 / pt. 08 / pt. 09 / pt. 10 / pt. 11 / pt. 12

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pinkcherryblossomangel · 8 months

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Away from myself

A follow up to AWAY FROM HOME

Bang Chan x reader

- it's eight months after the last chapter

- it's seven months since Y/N saw some nasty responses to rumours

- it's six months since she started spiralling

- five months since she stopped replying to his text

- four months since she stopped reading them

- three months since he stopped messaging

- two months since she stopped sleeping properly

- one day till she has to see him again.

STARING

Bang Chan

Han

Changbin

Y/N

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TRIGGER WARNINGS

Depression

NSFW

Negative body image

Anxiety

Self-hatred

General poor mental health

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His hand reaches up, grabbing mine out of his hair. Our finger interlock as he continues to explore.

My breath hitches at every change in direction.

The vibration of his giggles adding to the build up.

I glance down and see the smirk in his eyes.

The intense connection pushing me towards ~

I lurch awake. Panting, as sweat trickles down my back and forehead.

That didn't happen...

I wanted it more than anything, but that didn't happen.

I tear away my duvet and head to the bathroom. Walking down the dark hallway I know better than the back of my hand. It's been six months since I last spoke to Chris. And 3 months since he stopped trying to contact me.

Why do I always do this?

I always ruin everything good.

The cold water on my hands grounds me. The sensation reminding that this is what is real. The girl in the mirror is me. She is here. I am here.

"You okay sweetheart" my mums voice adds to the dawn birds song.

"Yeah just.."

"A bad dream?" She asks standing in the doorway. How do I answer this? Cause no. It wasn't a bad dream. It was an incredible one. One that reminded me of how utterly stupid I am.

"Yeah".

"Come here!" My mums embrace envelopes me in comfort. "Remember those bad dreams aren't really my love." I know that's the problem "and if they were I'd fight them off for you". She pinches my cheek like she did when I was a baby.

How can someone so full of love have made me?

"Now get back to sleep. Big day tomorrow!" Her excitement making me feel guilty for my lack.

"Do I have to go?!" I almost plead. She brushes my hair from my face.

"Y/N... my love yes. Yes you have to go! In two days time we will be in London. On a red carpet, at the premiere of your first every big film." The pride radiates off her. "My little girl" her eyes start to well, my follow in response. "Look at you living your dream! Being my little star!"

"I'm taller than you" I laugh between sobs.

"You'll always be my little girl." She switches in to PA mode, "Now go to bed, the train to London is at 9. And you have a call with your manager at 8."

"Love you mum"

"Love you too." She hugs me again "now move I need the toilet!"

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I beat my alarm by five minutes. My dad always said to set it 20 minutes before the scheduled arrival, so when you fall asleep, you don't miss your stop.

I guess he had some good advice after all.

My phones buzzes but it's not the alarm.

It's him.

It's Chris.

Fuck.

Fuckity.

Fuck.

I can't ignore him, tomorrow evening we'll be sat next to each other at the screening. Maybe I can ask Han to swap seats. Or is that too harsh? I just know that if his thigh touches mine...

Y/N, no. You can't do this. He deserves way better than you. Someone who could love him so much more than you can. You'll burden him. I love him too much to do that.

I'll check his message at the hotel. I pull my head phones and press shuffle.

Not now...

I haven't listen to them in months and now! The god damn universe hates me.

This will do. My eyes settle on the countryside flying past.

I need to be brave.

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I thank the receptionist as she hands me the PR plan for the next two weeks.

First the London premiere, then to the La premiere and lastly off to Seoul for the Asian premiere. The 3racha soundtrack is highly anticipated there, so much so they changed to an even bigger venue than la.

From what I heard it will be worth the wait. Chan would come over to my room every night after filming to show me what they'd come up with. Each snippet better than the last.

Each night ending in a passionate embrace.

No.

Stop it.

I close my eyes as if that will make the images erase from my mind.

Shit his text. I can't just ignore it. Why am I hyping myself up to read a text? What is wrong with me. Jesus.

I chuck my phone on the couch next to the TV. What am I gonna say.

I'm sorry Chris, I didn't message you for 6 months because I saw one tweet about us being friends and how I'm a fat piece of shit and I started to spiral and haven't been able to look at any thing to do with stray kids since then!

Or maybe

I'm sorry Chris that I somehow tricked you into liking me in anyway possible, we should just pretend nothing ever happened between us. Pretend that everytime something good happens, it isn't immediately ruined because I can't tell him. And then i wallow in my own stupid self-pity.

Christ... he really dodged a bullet

Flopping down on the bed, i open the manila envelope to see who I'm paired with for the interviews. I'm guessing it'll be with Jack, my on screen boyfriend. Haven't spoken to him since we stopped filming. So that's another awkward re-meeting tomorrow.

But it's not Jack's name there. Or jenna or tash. No it's non of my fellow actors. It's the boys of 3racha.

I immediately dial my manager.

"Hey Julie, I just got my PR plan. It says I'm doing the press bracket with 3racha? I thought I'd be doing it with Jack? Or another actor?"

"Oh yes! I forgot to say this morning! Since there's been such buzz around the soundtrack, Ryan thought it'd be a great idea to have them in the interviews. And he said you got along so well he'd thought you enjoy it!" Of course he did. "Is everything good? Do you want me to ask if they can change it?"

"No its okay, I was just a bit surprised is all" I can't kick up a fuss. I don't want any drama. "I'll see you tomorrow Julie!

" Remember, your interviews start at 9 am. I'll be there at 11. And then 7pm it's the red carpet and at 9pm it's the screening."

"I know," I say, trying to emphasise how many times I've been over the plan. "I'll see you tomorrow. Thank you"

"Thank you Y/N! Now have a nice dinner and treat your mum to something nice!"

"Don't worry I will". I hang up.

I need to text chan back.

I am not ready.

Someone knocks at the door. I open it and he's there.

Christopher is there in front of me.

I can't control myself. I burst into tears.

"I guess we're hotel neighbours again" he smiles sadly.

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thesewordsareallihavetogive · 2 years

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ch. 3: A Safe Place to Land - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x nurse!reader

Summary: 5k words. After an unexpected breakup with her long-term boyfriend, y/n had one goal: to keep her head down and finish her travel nursing contract as soon as possible. That was until Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw derailed her plan entirely. Just as y/n finished picking up the pieces of her broken heart, Rooster came along and showed y/n what it’s like to be loved again–if only she’ll let him in.

Warnings: so much is going on, buckle up y’all. descriptions of injury, medical situations, references to a shitty ex, fluffy domestic tingz, references to ~s*xual activities~ (but no actual smut), alcohol mention, violence/assault mention, guys being dudes, & cursing

a/n: hi hi hi!! once again–thank you guys so much for the feedback & support! i love hearing what you have to say & i’m so glad you’re enjoying this series with me 🥰 i took total creative liberty w developing coyote’s character in this chapter ngl. this man did not get enough screen time so i may or may not have modeled his personality after his wonderful actor, greg tarzan davis (beloved). sorry not sorry. enjoy y’all!

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The front desk staff at the base emergency room became pretty familiar with a certain lieutenant over the next few weeks. Rooster made a habit of dropping by the ER after trainings a couple times a week when he knew y/n was on shift. On the third time he came in in less than two weeks, the triage receptionist rolled her eyes.

“Let me guess, Bradshaw for nurse y/n?”

“Yes ma’am,” the pilot grinned widely.

y/n was almost always busy and had her hands full with patients, but she always made time for Bradley.

“What is it this time, Rooster?” y/n asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“I got a paper cut while passing out training schedules to the new students,” he groaned. His puppy dog face was pathetic and y/n was so glad he was never in a position where he’d have to lie for this job. He was a terrible liar.

y/n rolled her eyes and playfully swatted his arm with her clipboard. The butterflies awoke again at the thought that Rooster went out of his way just to see her. She was careful not to be too unprofessional at work, but she couldn’t help but walk the line with Rooster.

y/n was certain Bradley started stubbing his toes on purpose in the hanger so he’d have an excuse to come in. After the second time she refused to make sure his big toe was okay, she banned him from visiting for inconsequential injuries. That didn’t mean he stopped visiting altogether though.

On Rooster’s days off or the rare occasion he had a longer lunch break, he met y/n during her break. His favorite part about visiting her at the ER was the stolen kisses they shared behind the cover of vending machines.

The random visits weren’t one-sided. y/n suddenly took an interest in exploring the unrestricted zones on base and was ‘surprised’ when she bumped into her favorite aviator. There were downsides to venturing outside of the hospital while on base though. After the third time y/n got a glimpse of her ex from afar, she told Rooster she’d rather hang out at either of their houses rather than walk around base together. She didn’t tell him exactly why, but the aviator wasn’t blind. Bradley saw the way she tensed when a specific aircraft carrier team was in the vicinity and it bothered him that y/n’s ex still managed to get under her skin.

On the other hand, Rooster couldn’t complain too much. The trade-off meant that he and y/n spent far more time together off base, where they could both let loose. In the comfort of each other's homes, they didn’t have to stifle laughter or sneak kisses–which might’ve been Rooster’s favorite part of the arrangement.

For the first time in a long time, Rooster looked forward to going home. He was so used to sitting in silence by himself, nursing a beer while a baseball game droned on in the background. Now, his nights were often filled with dumb jokes, dancing in the kitchen, and having y/n sleep over at his house.

Rooster even passed on going out with the squadron to The Hard Deck a few times with the promise of spending his nights with y/n.

“Rooster, if you’re going to ditch us for a girl, you could at least introduce her to us,” Fanboy complained after Rooster declined a second invitation to The Hard Deck in less than two weeks.

“Maybe I will,” Rooster smiled, clapping his friend on the back before leaving the base.

It was totally an accident. Coyote was talking to an aviator from a different squadron between the F/A 18Fs that were parked just off the taxiway. He didn’t realize the particular jet he was closest to had been flown very recently, so when he casually rested his arm on one of the rear engines he was unpleasantly surprised by the burning sensation searing his arm.

That’s how Coyote found himself in the emergency room with a spunky nurse tending to his wound. He winced as she assisted him in running his arm under cool water. After gently patting his wound dry, she cleaned her own hands again. The nurse reviewed Coyote’s chart and led him back to the exam table to bandage his arm.

“You fighter pilots are so clumsy,” y/n chastised as she pulled out burn ointment and bandage supplies. She mostly said it for her own amusement, but Coyote gladly took it as bait and ran with it.

“Oh yeah? Who else do you know that can burn themselves on a jet engine?” Coyote teased, puffing out his chest. y/n snorted and focused her attention back on the aviator’s wound.

“I’m afraid that’s confidential patient information, Lieutenant Machado.” Between the painkillers Coyote took on his way to the hospital and y/n’s gentle touch, the ointment spread over his wound didn’t hurt nearly as much as he thought it would.

“Lieutenant Machado?” Coyote tsked at y/n’s use of his official title. “Miss me with that formal shit, homegirl. Call me Coyote,” he grinned, waving his eyebrows with a mischievous glint in his eyes. This time around, y/n was able to piece together by herself that Coyote was her patient’s call sign. With a raised eyebrow she met the pilot’s eyes once she finished securing his bandage.

“Homegirl, huh?” The interaction was rather amusing to y/n, especially since Coyote wasn’t trying to make a move on her like all her other patients did. All of their lewd comments fell on deaf ears, especially after y/n met Bradley.

“Yes ma’am,” Coyote said with a friendly smile. y/n rolled her eyes playfully but returned the smile with one of her own before reciting aftercare instructions. When she left Coyote at the discharge desk, she had a moment to breathe in between patients. She checked her phone and saw a text from Bradley.

5:01 p.m. How does dinner and a movie at my place tonight sound? I’ll cook :) - Rooster 🐓

5:33 p.m. That sounds great! I’ll make sure the fire department is on stand-by - y/n

5:34 p.m. Haha, very funny. - Rooster 🐓

y/n smiled to herself and pocketed her phone as she made her way towards her next patient’s room. The prospect of spending the evening with Rooster after a 12-hour shift was enough to power her through the final 2 hours.

After a brief stop home to shower and change out of her scrubs, y/n showed up at Rooster’s door with a six-pack of their favorite beer. When Bradley opened the door, y/n was greeted with a sheepish smile and a burning smell wafting out from the kitchen. y/n gave him a pointed look before she handed over the beer and stood on her tiptoes to give him a peck on the lips.

While Rooster placed the beers in the fridge, y/n glanced around the kitchen. She noted the smoky aroma and recently dismantled fire alarm, but most of all, the charred remnants of something in a casserole dish sitting on the stove caught her attention. Rooster quietly watched y/n take in the surroundings and scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“‘Good with my hands’, my ass,” y/n teased, giving the aviator the side-eye. Bradley’s nerves were suddenly gone and a mischievous grin spread across his face as he moved to stand right in front of y/n.

“Baby, you know first hand that I’m very good with my hands,” Rooster’s grin spread wider across his face while he looked down at y/n, towering over her. y/n concealed a heavy swallow–Rooster’s comment reminded her of some fun memories they made the other night.

“Hush, Bradley,” y/n said and swatted his chest. The pink tinge on y/n’s cheeks was enough of a victory for Bradley.

The pair flitted around the kitchen and worked on resolving their dinner, or lack thereof, issue. Rooster opened the window and turned on the ceiling fan before working on repairing the fire alarm. The tall bastard hardly needed a step stool to reach it. y/n took it upon herself to call in a Chinese take-out order.

“Get me some shrimp lo mein, please. And some spring rolls. And some General Tso’s chicken,” Rooster requested, focused intently on the tiny screws holding up the fire alarm.

“Are we feeding the Navy or just you, Brad?” y/n teased. Rooster rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at y/n.

An old ‘80s album played in the background and a candle that y/n was 90% sure was left by the last tenant burned as the pair debated which movie they should watch. Their discussion about whether or not Shrek 2 was an appropriate date night film was tabled when the doorbell rang. Rooster beat y/n to the door and handed the deliveryman cash before y/n could pull out her wallet. Chivalrous asshole.

They settled on watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off after eating. Halfway into the movie, y/n fell asleep with her head on Rooster’s shoulder. He didn’t mind at all, of course; after y/n worked two 12-hour days in a row, Rooster was surprised she agreed to come over in the first place. By the end of the movie, y/n was completely cuddled against Bradley’s side, with her legs tucked against his and her arm draped over his abdomen.

Rooster smiled softly and gently traced invisible patterns on y/n’s exposed skin. Though they’d kissed and held hands countless times, physical intimacy was hard for y/n. She was still guarded in some ways after her breakup–hesitance to cuddle was unfortunately one of those ways. The pair had only cuddled a few times in their six weeks of seeing each other, all of which occurred after hooking up.

Bradley sat on the couch with y/n against him long after the movie ended, simply content to have her by his side. With y/n in his arms, his house felt like a home. Being in the Navy meant that Rooster always had something to die for. Now? He had something to live for. That realization scared the shit out of him.

Rooster cursed the hands on the analog clock as the time ticked closer to midnight. The gentle rise and fall of y/n’s chest brought him a peace he hadn’t felt in years. Freezing time to stay on the couch with y/n by his side sounded like a pretty good idea to Bradley at that moment.

But, the lieutenant had an early morning training session ahead of him. From past experience after nights out partying, Rooster knew that if he wasn’t asleep sooner rather than later, his 6:00 a.m. alarm would be especially brutal. With a resigned sigh, Rooster moved to wake y/n up. Softly rubbing her shoulder didn’t seem to be doing the trick, so he resorted to planting gentle kisses on her forehead instead. Once y/n’s eyes fluttered open and she let out a groan in protest, Rooster knew she was awake enough.

“Honey, I gotta get you home. We both have work in the morning,” Rooster whispered with a bittersweet smile as he watched y/n stretch her arms and rub the sleep from her eyes.

“Roos…” y/n whined and flopped her head back against the couch. Despite having washboard abs and rock-hard muscles, Bradley made a damn good pillow. Hearing y/n near moan her new nickname for him did things to Rooster. His willpower was weakening by the minute.

y/n stood from the couch with a huff and gathered her things. She slung her purse over one shoulder and held one of Rooster’s hoodies that she claimed after a midnight tryst in Rooster’s bronco. She was halfway to the front door before she noticed Rooster was behind her.

“Why are you following me, hot shot? You have training tomorrow morning,” y/n yawned around her words and gently punched his bicep for emphasis. Rooster took her fist and kissed the back of it, before entwining their fingers together.

“I’m driving you home,” he said, as if it was obvious. y/n’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She drove herself to Rooster’s house, she didn’t see any reason that she wouldn’t be able to drive herself home. Bradley playfully rolled his eyes as he watched the metaphorical cogs spinning behind y/n’s tired eyes. She was stubborn as hell, but that was one of the things he liked about her.

“You can hardly keep your eyes open and are yawning every 10 seconds. I’m not letting you drive like that,” the pilot said firmly, though his tone was tender. y/n would’ve typically taken that as a challenge, but before she could argue back Rooster cut her off.

“Or, you could just spend the night here,” he suggested, waving his eyebrows with a grin.

“Ha, nice try, Bradshaw,” y/n snorted but accepted the ride. He was right about her being on the verge of falling asleep standing up, but she wasn’t going to admit defeat that easily.

Rooster followed y/n out to the driveway and opened the passenger door for her. “What a gentleman,” she cooed and accepted his steadying hand as she climbed up into the vehicle. y/n nearly fell asleep again in the short ride to her house. Bradley pulled y/n from her sleepy haze by gently rubbing his thumb along her inner thigh–his hand had been resting there during the entire drive and his resolve was growing impossibly thin.

“What time do you want me to pick you up in the morning?” Rooster asked and cleared his throat. Sleep was starting to pull at his tired eyelids too. y/n shot him a quizzical look and muttered a soft “huh?” in between yawns.

“For work tomorrow morning. I’m leaving you stranded without a car, so the least I can do is give you a ride to the hospital,” Rooster spoke lowly and squeezed y/n’s hand. Maybe it was her tired brain fog or the way y/n got caught up in Bradley’s moonlight-illuminated features that caused her to pause and simply stare at the man before her. The ridiculously handsome, intelligent, funny, but most of all kind and considerate man before her.

y/n leaned forward wordlessly and delivered a tender kiss on Bradley’s lips. Unlike the passionate kisses they shared during their trips to the beach or in secrecy at work, this kiss was sweet and slow and perfect.

“I’ll see you at 6:40, lieutenant,” y/n whispered against Rooster’s lips once she pulled away. y/n left him with a final peck and a soft “goodnight, Roos,” before sliding out of the car. Bradley sat in the driveway for a few minutes until he was sure y/n made it inside okay before heading back towards his own house. Sleep came easy that night for both of them, especially with the promise of seeing each other again in the morning.

Sure enough, Rooster showed up at y/n’s front door at 6:40 a.m. the following morning with two hot coffees in hand.

The Hard Deck was just as lively as y/n remembered it being when she and Rooster entered with their hands intertwined. Oldies music pumped out from the vintage jukebox, making the bar feel like a walk-in time capsule. y/n might’ve actually believed she was right back in the ‘80s if it weren’t for the significant portion of female sailors and pilots in the bar.

Penny smiled from across the bar to Rooster and y/n. She was busy tending to the patrons–especially since Pete “Maverick” Mitchell had her attention–but always made a point to greet Rooster, and now y/n too. His visits to The Hard Deck had become less frequent over the past two months and Penny saw that he had a pretty good reason why.

y/n and Rooster waded through the crowded bar towards a pool table in the back corner. It was hidden behind the countless energetic bodies packed into the bar, but Rooster was sure he could find it if he were blindfolded with how many times he’s hung around it over the years. When people got too close to y/n for Rooster’s comfort, he let go of her hand and wrapped an arm around her waist instead, pulling her closer to his body. She could hold her own, he knew that, but he still felt protective.

Bradley was nervous about bringing y/n to meet his friends. He liked hanging out with them, but they weren’t always conscious of boundaries and were relentlessly nosy. To top it all off, he and y/n still hadn’t put any kind of label on their relationship yet. He was sure their lack of title would draw up its own line of questioning from the aviators.

“We can go if you want,” Rooster spoke against y/n’s ear to be heard over the rowdy crowd. He warned her on the drive over that his friends might be a little overbearing, but she laughed and brushed it off.

“Brad, I’ll be fine,” y/n reassured him for the second time that night. When the pool table and the pilots around it finally came into view, y/n smiled at the sight of a familiar lieutenant.

“Homegirl!” Coyote shouted, drawing the attention of those around him. y/n waved in greeting, amused by Coyote’s especially enthusiastic nature after he had a couple drinks.

“You two know each other?” Rooster asked, confused. y/n’s lips were sealed when she looked up at Rooster. The pair was pretty good at reading each other’s faces–sneaking around the hospital and base hallways made sure of that–so he had a feeling that y/n wasn’t at liberty to tell Rooster exactly how she knew Coyote. His feeling was proved right when Javy loudly told everyone how y/n treated his burn wound in the ER last week.

While Payback, Hangman, and Fanboy busted Coyote’s chops for the umpteenth time for burning himself on a jet engine, y/n gladly accepted the bar stool Phoenix offered to her. The nurse knew some of the group’s call signs from the stories Rooster shared, but she couldn’t attach names to faces yet. Phoenix, however, was a pretty easy guess considering she was the only other woman sitting with the group of Navy men. Brave girl.

When the boys were finished making fun of Coyote, Rooster introduced y/n to the group. He started with Phoenix and Bob, moved onto Fanboy, Payback, and Coyote, then reluctantly finished with Hangman.

“So, Rooter has a hen?” Hangman said with a cocky smile. The man oozed confidence, which was pretty typical of the Navy men y/n met while working at the base hospital. His smirk was mischievous, maybe even flirty, but y/n saw right through him and read him like a book. Rooster smirked to himself as he watched y/n politely smile. She was totally psychoanalyzing the bastard.

The night went smoothly, especially after y/n and Rooster both had a beer or two in them to loosen up. The laughs were loud and their smiles were wide as the aviators shared stories from their various deployments and missions–the details that weren’t classified, anyway. Eventually, the conversation devolved into a pissing contest about who could do the trickiest in-air maneuvers, who completed the most precarious missions, and who was the best aviator. y/n was biased, of course, so she sat back and watched with a smile as the pilots debated animatedly.

When there was a lull in the conversation, Bob spoke up, much to everyone’s surprise. Bob told y/n in between conversations earlier that his sister was a nurse and they briefly discussed their common ground before they were pulled in opposite directions.

“I bet y/n probably has more hand-to-hand combat experience than all of us combined,” Bob joked in response to the recent discussion about which pilot was a better fighter. y/n let out a chuckle before clinking her beer bottle against Bob’s with a knowing glint in her eye.

“What does he mean by that, homegirl?” Coyote was the first to speak up once the group of aviators focused their attention on y/n. They were a little lost, not quite sure what to make of Bob’s comment. y/n sighed and took a swig of beer, managing to keep a soft smile on her face through her next words.

“I’ve been working in hospitals for about eight years now, so I’ve had my fair share of aggressive patients,” y/n answered simply with a shrug. She subconsciously pulled a piece of hair from behind her ear to cover a scar she’d received from a particularly violent patient. Bradley watched y/n intently through the whole exchange and his heart ached when he noticed the small faded scar.

Rooster’s jaw clenched when he thought about anyone putting their hands on y/n, especially the patients she cared for. Despite the simmering rage brewing inside him, the aviator’s touch was gentle as he rubbed soothing circles on y/n’s hip where his hand had been resting. When Rooster looked at her again, seemingly lost in his thoughts, y/n squeezed his hand under the table and sent him a reassuring smile.

The group of aviators knew their jobs were dangerous–the understanding that each time they took off into the air might be their last served as motivation to push harder and take risks. The possibility of life-threatening injuries and death were simply an occupational hazard. The decorated pilots were so immersed in their own line of work that they often forgot about what work looked like for people on the ground, much less civilians. y/n sitting in front of them casually mentioning she’d been assaulted on more than one occasion while at work was almost humbling for them.

After a brief moment of silence, Fanboy realized the group of aviators hadn’t really shut up about themselves the entire night, so he asked y/n more about her work. The nurse absolutely lit up at the opportunity to talk about her job. Sure, she had some not-so-pleasant experiences while on the clock, but the good outweighed the bad by far. y/n went on animatedly about how she got into nursing, the different units she worked in over the years, and how she decided the ER was where she belonged. y/n didn’t have quite the travel stories that the naval aviators did, but she did have an impressive travel nursing resume–13 cities in the span of 4 years, to be exact.

y/n also treated them to some of her grossest case stories. The grimaces and groans from the macho pilots made her laugh and only spurred her on further. When she was certain her face might crack in two from smiling and laughing at their disgusted reactions, Hangman changed the subject. The blonde aviator hoped to spare himself from another horrifying open fracture or maggot-infested wound story. He did get a kick out of the baby-mama-drama stories though.

“I think y/n deserves a call sign,” Hangman grinned. He was slightly buzzed at this point, but fully cognizant of his words. y/n barely finished her half-assed protest about it not being necessary before Phoenix piped up with a name idea.

“How about ‘Patches’, since she’s always fixing you bozos up,” Phoenix said, shooting pointed looks to Rooster and Coyote in particular. The two of them grinned while the group mulled over the nickname. Nothing better came up, so Patches it was.

“Doesn’t Patches sound like a cat’s name?” y/n wrinkled her nose as she pondered the name. She wasn’t strongly opposed to it, per se, but it was definitely… unique.

“Maybe, but you’re stuck with it now, babe,” Rooster said, pressing a kiss to y/n’s forehead.

Conversation flowed easily within the squadron. It was more like a chaotic overlapping of two or more discussions at a time, but y/n appreciated it nonetheless. She had moved around quite a bit in the past several years, so it was tough to make friends, much less keep up with a large group. Rooster relished how y/n relaxed into his side and leaned her head against his shoulder. PDA was tough for her given her rocky romantic history and guardedness, so his heart swelled at the small gesture.

Unfortunately, the peace only lasted for so long. A few of the aviators clocked a burning stare being sent their way from across the bar.

“Why is Captain Richards staring at us?” Payback asked with all the discreteness a tipsy Navy man could muster. Most of the squadron didn’t know who the higher ranking officer was personally, but there were murmurs around the base of the decorated Captain and how he ran a tight ship—literally. After all, the only thing that spreads faster than STDs in the barracks was rumors.

A few of the aviators did know Ethan Richards from their abundant time spent on aircraft carriers, much to y/n’s chagrin. She glanced over her shoulder and visibly stiffened when her eyes locked with her ex’s. The bastard had the audacity to smirk at y/n. Something about Ethan’s nonchalance and cockiness lit a fire under y/n’s ass. She was tired of covering for him. She owed him nothing.

“-because he’s an ass.”

“-because he’s my ex.” Rooster and y/n answered at the same time. Bradley sounded agitated, but it didn’t spread to his face. For a terrible liar, he had a decent poker face. y/n on the other hand answered with a flat tone but smirked at Rooster’s remark.

Payback and Phoenix both choked on their beers and the rest of the group dropped their jaws in shock. Hangman was impressed, judging by the smirk that spread across his face. He took a break from toying with the toothpick between his lips to mutter “Damn, Patches.”

Rooster’s hardened face and y/n’s annoyed look wordlessly let the squadron know that it was in their best interest not to ask any questions. y/n thought she’d be bothered or upset when she saw Ethan for the first time in almost a month, but she felt oddly grounded. She suspected her confidence was sourced from the brooding aviator next to her. Rooster put on a tough guy act—hell, it was second nature to him now after all his time in the navy—but y/n was slowly learning how he ticked. Over time, she figured out that he was just an extremely guarded and protective teddy bear. Her teddy bear.

Rooster and y/n took a break from drinking at the table top and moved towards the squadron’s long abandoned game of pool. y/n told Bradley she didn’t know how to play when he handed her a cue stick; whether or not that was true was beside the point when Rooster moved behind her and started ‘teaching’ her. y/n couldn’t remember whose benefit her white lie was for once Bradley’s chest was pressed against her back and they leaned over the pool table, but she couldn’t have cared less. He helped her line up a perfect shot and sure enough, she hit a three-in-one.

Goosebumps erupted on y/n’s neck when Bradley whispered pointers and tips into her ear throughout the game, his breath hot on her neck. y/n shivered and looked up to see Rooster grinning. The bastard knew exactly the effect he had on y/n. Later on in the game, it became very apparent that y/n bluffed about her lack of pool skills. The game was fair, but y/n was mopping the floor with Rooster, especially after he showed her his tricks.

An excruciating hour of pining, not-so-innocent touching, and innuendos passed while Bradley sobered up to drive y/n home. His fellow aviators left the bar one by one during the pool game, each one making sure to say goodbye to y/n before they left. Hangman even managed to pull y/n into a side hug, not that she minded. The wink and devious grin Jake sent Rooster’s way earned him a subtle jab to the ribs from y/n. Oops.

After three games, Rooster and y/n had worn themselves out and were ready to leave. When y/n looked back towards the spot she’d seen Ethan before, he was nowhere to be found—just how she liked him. By the end of the night, y/n beat Bradley 2 to 1 in their unofficial pool tournament. Rooster tried to tease y/n by saying he let her win, but she wasn’t having it.

“Take that back, Bradshaw!” y/n lightly shoved Rooster’s arm, her jaw dropped in offense.

“Okay, okay, damn! You won fair and square, Patches.”

y/n paused to think as they walked towards Rooster’s bronco in the parking lot.

“Patches totally sounds like a cat name,” y/n decided with a pout. Rooster led them towards the parked car with y/n’s hand in his own.

“I think it’s perfect for you. Since you’re cuddly. But also sometimes a bit of an assho-“

“Rooster!” y/n exclaimed, on the verge of delivering another swat to his arm.

“I’m kidding, baby. I like the call sign, but I like you even more,” Bradley stopped them in the middle of the parking lot to wrap his arms around y/n’s waist and press a kiss to her lips. y/n hummed contentedly and gave up the argument.

“We can’t tell anyone about this conversation. It’ll fuck up my scary ER nurse reputation,” y/n stated, sticking out her pinky for Rooster to wrap his own around.

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise.”

a/n: it's my AU and i'll do what i want to (to the tune of Lesley Gore's "It's My Party"

lmk what y'all think!! xx

#rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun: maverick #bradley bradshaw #nurse!reader #rooster x y/n #bradley bradshaw x y/n #a safe place to land #tw: alcohol mention #tw: description of injury #tw: medical situation #tw: violence mention #tw: assault mention

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Why didn’t you ask Ichiro?

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Hypmic ARB in-game event story (Doppo, Saburo, Hitoya)

Recording Link: https://youtu.be/PCP9jVypO6Q (in case you wanna read along with the in-game voice lines and sound effects :D)

Warning: mentions of stalking, mentions of attempted suicide

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Chapter 1

Ichiro: Jiro, well done! Seriously, you were a great help!

Jiro: Hehe… It wasn’t that big of a deal!

Saburo: Ichi-nii, what did Jiro do?

Ichiro: Umm? Oh, I got a pretty troublesome odd-job. Jiro managed to take care of it all by himself. I really needed the help since I’m getting lots of jobs lately.

Saburo: I see…

Jiro: Big bro, you can count on me for any job! I can help you again any time!

Ichiro: Haha! As long as you do your best!

Jiro: Hehe!

Saburo: (That damn Jiro… getting carried away so easily… I am so much more talented than you!... just you wait and see!)

[The next day, at school]

Saburo: (... I wonder what I could do to prove I am way better than Jiro…)

Schoolgirl: Ummm… Saburo-kun, do you have a moment?

Saburo: Hm? What is it?

Schoolgirl: There is something I want to talk about with you.

Saburo: I’m thinking right now, so do make it quick.

Schoolgirl: …Thanks! …I actually got stalked recently…

Saburo: Huh?! Stalked?

Schoolgirl: Umm… Yeah, I need you to help me with it by introducing me to your older brother Ichiro.

Saburo: …Wouldn’t it be faster to go to the police?

Schoolgirl: Every day… in the morning and on my way home I receive a silent phone call… It feels like I am being followed every time. I don’t think going to the police will be of any help.

Saburo: It’s pretty hard to believe with no evidence…

Schoolgirl: But, I’m so scared…

Saburo: Sounds pretty bad… I guess it’s too late to get evidence after something had already happened. Understood. I’ll talk to Ichi-nii- (Wait… If I can solve this issue all by myself then I could prove to Ichi-nii that I am better than Jiro, right?)

Schoolgirl: Saburo-kun…?

Saburo: Actually, I’ll be the one helping you instead.

Schoolgirl: Whaat? Really?

Saburo: Yes, of course! I can’t let my classmate’s troubles go unnoticed.

Schoolgirl: Thanks, Saburo-kun!

Saburo: For the sake of my classmate, I’ll even make the fee a little cheaper.

[At the park]

Doppo: Phew… Finally reached a deal… I’m so tired of having so many troublesome projects… really. (Lately I’ve been coming to Ikebukuro so much for business that the morning and evening coffee I drink in this park have been my only way to relax.) It sure is a nice and peaceful park… (Every morning, every morning, taking the same train at the same time, following the same route and spending time in the same park to relax…) Ahaha… what the hell… Isn’t it bad to be like this just before 30… even my fellow classmates are married and have kids. Meanwhile, I was scolded by my bald boss and even my clients were making fun of me… Maybe I should go drinking after work…

???: Hey! You, over there!

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Chapter 2

Hitoya: I’ll be returning home tomorrow. Maybe I could get a drink on my way back to the hotel. *his phone starts ringing* …Jyushi? *picks up the phone* Hello?

Jyushi: Oh! Hitoya-san!

Hitoya: Can I help you?

Jyushi: Hitoya-san, you’re now in Tokyo on a business trip, right?

Hitoya: Yeah… how the hell do you know that?

Jyushi: When I passed by your office the receptionist told me.

Hitoya: How many times have you come to my office for no reason?

Jyushi: Hitoya-san! If you’re in Tokyo could you buy me something?!

Hitoya: What is it…?

Jyushi: Dreams and Gods’s new album!

Hitoya: You can buy it in Nagoya too… Why are you nagging me about buying it from here?

Jyushi: The store Tower Records in Ikebukuro has special offers for the latest musical releases!

Hitoya: Oh, is that so?

Jyushi: It’s all I could ever wish for!

Hitoya: Guess it can’t be helped… I’ll buy it for you then.

Jyushi: Thank you so much! As expected of Hitoya-san! Hitoya-san’s kindness is unmatched in all 3000 worlds!

Hitoya: 3000 worlds…? I don’t understand what the hell you’re saying. *enters the store* Woah, this place is huge… I guess it would be faster to ask than to search around?... Umm, excuse me.

Store employee: Yes?

Hitoya: Do you have the latest release from the band “Dreams and Gods are imitations”?

Store employee: I’m sorry, sir. I’m afraid it’s sold out.

Hitoya: I see…

Store employee: However, we’ll bring in more stock tomorrow. Shall I reserve the CD for you?

Hitoya: That would be great.

Store employee: Alright, then please come over to the counter, sir.

Hitoya: Sure thing.

Store employee: We’ll be waiting for you tomorrow then.

Hitoya: (...It’s such a pain that I have to come back tomorrow… however, Jyushi’s reaction to me not buying his CD would be an even bigger pain in the ass…)

[Back to the park]

???: Hey, you! The salaryman over there!!

Doppo: Uh!

Saburo: …

Doppo: W-wha-... you are Ikebukuro’s…

Saburo: You are… Kankonsosaizaka…Doremi?

Doppo: It’s Kannonzaka Doppo…

Saburo: Shut the hell up! I don’t care what your name is!

Doppo: Ah…ahaha… that’s right… my name truly doesn’t matter.

Saburo: Hey! Shut it! I know you’re a stalker!

Doppo: Huh? What… stalker?

Saburo: I’ll report you to the police!

Doppo: P-please w-wait a s-second… I don’t remember doing any of this at all!

Saburo: Get the hell out with that business talk, you stalker! You can’t fool me this easily!

Doppo: *gasps* (W-What the hell… what the hell is he saying?!… What did I do?!... this is it. I’m gonna get accused of a crime I didn’t commit, then I’ll lose my job and my life will be over… I hate this.)

Saburo: Come on! Let’s go!

Doppo: Uh! *runs away*

Saburo: Hey! Wait! Where the hell do you think you’re going!?

Doppo: *pants* (Run until you die! No, run even if you die, Doppo Kannonzaka!!! If you get arrested your whole life will have been a joke!!) UWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

???: Woah!

Doppo: *bumps into him* Ow-! It huuurts… H-hey, I’m s-sorry…Oh! You are…

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Chapter 3

???: Woah!

Doppo: *bumps into him* Ow-! It huuurts… H-hey, I’m s-sorry…Oh! You are…

Hitoya: Owch… watch where you’re going…!... Oh, you are Shinjuku’s…

Doppo: H-hello… I am Kannonzaka… um… I am truly sorry for this!

Hitoya: Oh… no, it’s fine… What were you in a hurry for?

Doppo: Oh, r-right!... *sighs* looks like he’s gone…

Hitoya: Was someone chasing you?

Doppo: Ahaha… I am in a pretty strange situation right now. (I can’t just tell him I was mistaken for a stalker and then chased by a middle schooler for it…) W-well… Hitoya-san… was it? Why are you in Ikebukuro?

Hitoya: I have a little work to do around here.

Doppo: I s-see… I’m really sorry for bumping into you at such a time then!

Hitoya: Right… don’t worry about it anymore. I just wanted to go out for a drink anyway.

Doppo: Is that so? … well…

Hitoya: What is it?

Doppo: As an apology for running into you, could I buy you a drink?

Hitoya: You don’t have to go that far...

Doppo: No, I truly feel sorry about it, so please let me treat you!

Hitoya: Alright, if you say so, then I’ll take it.

Doppo: Thank you very much! Let’s go then!

Hitoya: Why are you thanking me if it's your treat?

Saburo: *pants* …Damn! I lost him! (But that guy… is he really a stalker?... According to her story, it’s a salaryman in a dull suit who always sits in that park… Maybe I should check tomorrow too…) This case… I absolutely have to solve it by myself!

[At the bar]

Hitoya: …

Doppo: Puwa….! That’s right, Hitoya-san! I’m alwaysh always alwaaays being treated like shit by that fat bald boss!!!

Hitoya: You’re right… that’s so weird, isn’t it…?

Doppo: Weird doesn’t even begin to describe it! At this rate I’ll end up being just as bald and short as that short bald bastard!

Hitoya: If it brings you so much pain, why not sue him for power harassment? If you’d like, I can give you a consultation for cheap.

Doppo: Thank you for the offer… If I do that, my position at the company…

Hitoya: If they lower your score on the performance review for this, then you’d better consider changing jobs as soon as possible.

Doppo: Aaaaaa! How easy would it be if I could actually do that!! I cannot change jobs so easily... I have no time to look for a new job…!! AAAAAAA! I hate it! I hate everything in this world!! Aaaaa, at this rate, my spirit is going to collapse!

Hitoya: Calm down, Kannonzaka…

Doppo: How the hell should I calm down!!? Today, as I was hanging out in East-Ikebukuro Park as usual, a middle schooler kept calling me a stalker, so I had to run away!!

Hitoya: You were chased by a middle schooler?

Doppo: Uhhh… what could he possibly have had against me…

Hitoya: What the hell, that’s all kinds of weird…

Doppo: Fuck… Now I have to watch out both for that bald bastard and for this middle schooler… even if by some miracle things got better… I don’t think I could forgive them even if they apologized.

Hitoya: Look, Kannonzaka. We’re drinking here! Let’s have some fun, ok?

Doppo: Y-you’re right… I was getting really embarrassing there…

Hitoya: Hey, if you’re not guilty of anything you should feel proud, right? Riight?

Doppo: R-right! I should feel proud… how hard could that be, right? I’ll do my best!

Hitoya: Yeah! Well, then, cheers again!

Doppo: C-cheers!

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Chapter 4

[At the park, the next morning]

Doppo: Phew… After the incident that happened yesterday, Hitoya-san advised me to be more bold, so I’m going to drink this coffee proudly. Yeah! That’s right! I’m sure the whole thing was a misunderstanding! I should just stop overthinking it and focus on doing my best for the work I still have to do!

Saburo: Are you sure the guy sitting over there is the stalker?

Schoolgirl: Yeah… For sure…

Saburo: As I thought… that perverted bastard… You should wait here. I’ll go confront him by myself.

Schoolgirl: Thanks!

Hitoya: Hello…

Store employee: Thank you, sir~!

Hitoya: (Alright, now I can go home) Oh, there seems to be a shortcut here.

Doppo: Alright! I’ll do my best to reach an agreement on that contract!! *gets grabbed by Saburo* Uh! W-what the…!

Saburo: Don't play dumb! You fucking stalker!

Doppo: Waaaah!! Get away from meeee!!

Saburo: Woah, stop acting like you just saw a ghost!

Doppo: O-ok… tell me what I did.

Saburo: Shut up! I’ve caught you once and for all! You can’t escape now!

Doppo: B-but…I haven’t done anything…

Saburo: Shut up and come with me!!

Doppo: N-noooo! Somebody! Help me~!!

Schoolgirl: KYAAAAAAAAAA!!

Doppo and Saburo: !!

Stalker: Fuuu… Fuuu… you’re so bad… because you made me come this far…

Schoolgirl: Hey, let go!!!

Doppo: Woah, he has a knife!

Saburo: Oi! Let go of the girl!!

Stalker: Tch, don’t get close!!

Hitoya: Hey, what’s going on?!

Doppo: Oh, Hitoya-san!

Stalker: T-this girl and I will be together in eternity!

Hitoya: O-oi! Put the knife down…!

Stalker: Shut up, shut up, shut up!!! I’ll kill this girl and then myself!!!

Schoolgirl: H-help!!!!

Doppo: H-hey… I-If I die and go to hell with you instead, will you release this young girl with a bright future…?

Hitoya: W-who the hell would want to pass away with an old man like you?!

Doppo: U-uhhh… You’re right…

Hitoya: Oi… do you guys have your mics with you?

Saburo: Y-yeah…

Doppo: Y-yes…

Hitoya: Since it came to this… let’s beat the crap out of this guy.

Stalker: L-let’s go then!!!

Schoolgirl: Kyaaaaaaaa!!!

Hitoya: OOOOOO!!

Saburo: Haaaaa!!

Doppo: Waaaaa!!

Stalker: Ugyoraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

Hitoya: Phew… somehow we got out of that ruckus…

Doppo: R-right…

Saburo: Are you ok?

Schoolgirl: Y-yeah… ummm, thanks!

Saburo: You should thank those two guys instead… so it turns out that guy was the stalker. Why did you think Kannonzaka was the stalker?

Schoolgirl: It’s because… I felt like he was following me every single morning in the same vehicle, and then on my way home I saw him every time in this park, always sitting on the same bench…

Doppo: I d-didn’t do all that…! I was really just going to work at the same time, taking the same train, and then resting in the same place at the same time…

Hitoya: In other words, it was just a misunderstanding.

Schoolgirl: I… I’m sorry!

Saburo: Same here… Kannonzaka… I’m sorry I doubted you….

Hitoya: What will you do, Kannonzaka? Will you sue Yamada Saburo for defamation?

Saburo: Uh! … I was the one who caused all this. I’ll accept any punishment.

Doppo: H-hey, what’s with all this talk of suing…?! Anyone can make mistakes. Not to mention, he’s just a middle schooler… I’m not angry about this.

Hitoya: Right…

Saburo: I appreciate your generous response… however…

Doppo: ?

Saburo: Don’t go treating me like a child! You damn underpaid salaryman!!

Doppo: Underpaid, huh… T-that’s true, but truth can sometimes feel like a blade stabbing you deeply in the heart…

Saburo: Shut up! I’m not a child!!

Doppo: W-why do I feel like I’m getting angry now…

Hitoya: Heh…what the hell are you two fussing and crying about? You’re acting like I’m not even here.

#hypmic translations #hypmic arb #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #doppo kannonzaka #saburo yamada #hitoya amaguni #mytranslations

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somethingaboutmunson · 2 years

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needles

pairing: bartender!eddie munson x tattoo artist!reader au (fem!reader)

word count: 1k+

18+ only

a/n: hi, my name is fable & welcome to my first eddie fic. reader does have a nickname in this instead of using “y/n” :)

Brooklyn. 1994.

“Is that a fuckin’ stick and poke?!” The squeal made Eddie’s head whip up from his wallet. Their voice was laced with joy and disbelief - it was a welcoming voice.

He couldn’t see who’s voice it was but knew it had to be coming from one of the rooms lining the tattoo shop.

The shop was completely snow white with baby blue and black accents. It was very clean, almost too modern for the early 90’s. It was early morning, the shop had only been open for an hour or so. Eddie hadn’t slept much the night before so he was up and ready to hop on the train to get here in the morning. Right at opening probably would have been too much, he guessed, so he waited it out a bit by grabbing a coffee from a cart on the street and taking it all in while watch the morning traffic fill the streets on a bus stop.

A regular, Rob, at the bar Eddie started working at a couple months backs, had told him about it. A friend of a friend owned it and Eddie should consider “getting a real fucking tattoo that didn’t look like it was done by a 16 year-old.”

Eddie would never tell him that a 16 year-old did do them. Some schmuck that was handy with a paintbrush from his art class.

Rob barked out the address and said that walk-ins are always welcome.

“Did you get it done a church camp-Oh my God, you did, didn’t you? Why have I never noticed that?!”

When the receptionist behind the tall black desk popped her Big Red, Eddie’s eyes blinked and he returned to pulling out his ID.

“What the fuck is Hawkins?”

Eddie’s brows furrowed in confusion before he realized what the receptionist was referring to. She didn’t say it with an attitude but with more of a genuine curiosity and a laugh in her throat.

“The kind of place that’a probably not on a map here.”

The receptionist smiled and leaned down a little to start scribbling some information down,” Like some top-secret government town.” Eddie soft chuckled it off,” So, Baby is the only one in for the day. I can show you some of her work…”

She titled her body back to bend down. A big pink scrapbook dropped down between them, a little too loudly.

“Marisol!” That same voice from earlier yelled.

“Sorry!” The girl on front of Eddie snickered a little and began to open the book. She turned it so it was facing Eddie the correct way. It was filled with pages and pages of out of this world tattoos - traditional styles that were turned into something very personal.

Eddie was blown away.

“She stupid good,” Marisol smacked her gum, leaning to watch Eddie flip the pages. Each Polaroid on the page had a quote scribbled down which Eddie assumed was from the customer speaking to how much they liked the tattoo. It was a really cute touch.

Eddie flipped to the last page and felt the wind almost knock out him. A girl and a wide smile, piercings lining her ears and black shadow on her eyes.

In pink marker under the photo was a huge signature that Eddie could make out as “Baby” and “Fuck what your mom thinks and get the tattoo 10/01/94”

Well, Baby looked like a goddamn angel.

You were a dream.

And Eddie was fucked.

“This is just work from the past year?”

“Amazing, right? She’s been doing this for-Baby! How long have you been tattooing?”

“Uhh, like 3 years. Why?” A yelled sounded out.

Marisol ignored the rest of the conversation and went back to looking at Eddie,” Fuckin great, right?”

“Amazing.” Eddie said breathlessly.

“So when she’s all done with this client, you’ll give her an idea of what you want, sketch some stuff out and get your quote.” Marisol smiled,” Depending on how comfortable Baby is, with it, it can all get done today or you’ll get an appointment for another.”

Eddie nodded as Marisol handed him his ID back. His chains rattled a little as he turned to sit down. Marisol stowed the book away and dropped a magazine in her view. Claudia Schiffer’s eyes stayed on him as time clicked by. He wasn’t due at the bar tonight so it had all the time of the world to get this tattoo done. Eddie also knows, maybe too early and too much, that he’d wait any length of time for you.

“You took that like a champ, Emilio.” A door clicked open - heavy boots made their way down and a rush of nervousness rushed through Eddie’s chest.

“Don’t eat anything with an extreme flavor index - like nothing too spicy, too acidic, too hot, too cold, you get the point...”

You finally stepped into view - a flowy white dress and covered in tattoos. The combat boots were a very adorable choice for the look, Eddie noted. Your hair was slicked back in a bun expertly like in Naomi Campbell kind of way. Eddie damn near fell out his chair at the sight of you.

“You always heal super easy so I’m sure this one is no different. You’ll need to give your mouth a little rinse after every meal too!” You stepped beside Marisol, giving her a little sideway squeeze.

“Marisol is gonna draw you up an invoice and if you have any issues, don’t hesitate to call me - You still have my landline right?” Emilio nodded fished out his wallet to give you a tip.

“Thanks, Baby.” His gruff voice sounded. Eddie realizes why he never heard him respond, his voice was almost too deep to be heard.

“Of course! I’ll see you a Midge’s bday party next week.” You smiled and stepped from behind the desk and right in front of Eddie.

Eddie stood, almost too quickly which made you step back in alert.

“I’m sorry-“

“Hi, I’m Baby.” You pushed your hand out to shake Eddie’s,” All is good, my friend. How can I help you today?”

Eddie was stunned a little at how soft your hands were and how cool the huge dragon on top of one was. He recouped quickly and patted his pocket.

You watched him unfold a piece of notebook paper,” Uh, yeah. So, a friend of mine drew this up and I was wondering if you could just make it look better?”

You grabbed the paper from Eddie’s fingertips and smoothed it out the best you could. It was a cute attempt at Sorcerer with “Hellfire Starter” in cursive under it.

It was a shitty drawing Dustin drew and mailed it to Eddie to hang up in his apartment.

“I can definitely do something with this,” You smiled. You folded the paper back up look up at your customer,” I didn’t get your name?”

“Oh, Eddie- it’s Eddie.”

“Hi, Eddie. Let’s see what I can do, walk all the way down the hall, there’s some stools and a long table..”

Eddie nodded and made his way back.

As soon as Emilio jingled the bells on the door on his way out, your eyes quickly looked for Marisol. You held a stare for a moment.

“I know.” She whispered.

You spoke at the same volume, setting on elbow on the desk” Ouch! He’s so pretty?”

“I know.” Marisol grinned.

“Oh my God and definitely not from New York -Thank God.”

“I knoowww.” Marisol giggled,” The hair.”

“I can’t date my customers, can I?”

“It’s the nineties, Baby! You can do whatever you want.”

You gave the desk a little kick and pushed yourself off of it,” Like so pretty.” You mumbled walking towards the back of the shop.

Eddie twiddled his thumbs as you stomped down the hallway. You regained your composure, and pulled out a very misshapen sketchbook and some tracing paper.

“Did you do this?” Your pencil hit the sketchbook, straight lines, curves and hashmarks. Eddie watched closely as you turned something wholesome and sweet, into a work of art.

He shook his head,” Kid-friend from back home.” Eddie rubbed his hands together under the table, slightly spreading his legs,” I didn’t bring much of anything when I moved up here so my apartment looked pret-pretty naked. I went on about it and he sent this up.”

You looked up at him, eyes sparkling in amusement,” That’s very sweet.” You erased some lines away and quickly started to put it back together,” Kid-friend have a name?”

“Dustin.”

You nodded,” Where’s back home?”

“Indiana.”

“Holy shit- You’re a long way from home, Dorothy.”

Eddie chuckled a little, using a hand to comb some of his hair back. Your eyes caught sight of the rings on his fingers - gorgeous and cool. His fingernails were painted black like the fuckin’ hot metal kid he was.

“Always wanted to go to New York. When I finally graduated, I started working odd jobs and some full-time gig to save up and get up here.”

“Finally?”

Eddie got slightly embarrassed at his slip up but decided it was better to be honest,” Flunked senior year twice. Didn’t really care to go to class much.”

You didn’t react much. You didn’t scowl at him or roll your eyes or even laugh. You just nodded in understanding and kept drawing,” Well, welcome to New York, Indiana.”

“Thank you.” Eddie probably wasn’t to extend his gratitude but he did anyway. You really smiled at that. A sweet, humble thing wrapped up in a metal bow.

“Yeah, of course.”

“You from New York?”

“Go Mets.” You teeth shined through your lips. How you managed to not get any of the red lipstick you had on you teeth, was a mystery to Eddie.

You finished up the rough sketch, knowing you’d more time to size it up to where he wants it and add in detail.

“Here’s what it’s gonna kind of look like. Give me about two hours to work it around and we can get it done later today. It’s probably going to be a lengthy tattoo session…” Three to four hours you were probably guessing with shading.

“Wait this isn’t the finished project?” Eddie was in disbelief. Your sketch was outstanding, something Eddie would definitely put on his body right now.

You laughed,” If I put this on your body, it would mean I actually fuckin hate you.” You slipped the racing paper over the page and shut the sketchbook,” Where are you thinking about putting it?”

Your words went dry and a lot of bit of saliva collected in your mouth when Eddie lifted his body up. His pretty fingers collected the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up slightly and showing you the skin just above his belt. Specs of hair and a tiny mole of two, he was almost too cute.

“Yeah, so right here.” Eddie didn’t mean anything by the action. His innocence was evident as he showed you the area with genuine direction,” I want it to come just over…” His fingers slid over his ribs. His touch was soft, lazy.

You could only nod, measuring it with your eyes. The final sketch wouldn’t be much bigger than what you’ve already drawn out.

“Great,” You squeaked a little,” Just give me about an hour then.”

Eddie smiled, pulling back down his shirt.

“ You’re more than welcome to hang out in the waiting area or there’s a great little diner down the street - they have books you can check out while you sit.”

“I’ll do the latter. Thank you,” His slight nibble at his bottom lip was also too pretty,” Do you an estimate on the cost?”

“About $175,” You looked down at your sketchbook and tapped it twice with your pencil,” Yeah. $175.”

You both stood up straight, Eddie to leave and you to head to a light table.

“I’ll see you at 1, then?” Eddie asked. You confirmed it with a nod and let Eddie lead the way. Fresh white Reebok��s were light on his feet and on the floor as he made the bells go off on his exit.

***

“More brutal than I thought it be.” Eddie intake of breath was sharp as the needle hit the bottom of his ribs.

The Cranberries played softly in the background, as choice that Eddie very much approved. Not that you needed it but you did crack a smile when he hummed along the lyrics.

“This is a pretty gnarly area. Could make an ex-con cry.”

Eddie used his middle finger and thumb to squeeze his eyes close in pain. He was handling it very well, keeping your conversation going and not moving his body away from you.

When you finished up one part of the tattoo, you give him a bit of a break and took a sip the coffee he brought back for you from the diner.

“They had a lot of John Grisham.” Eddie had told you in his return.

“You’re doing really well.” You were starting to fill in areas, the lining being the easiest part,” You’ll be done in no time.” Marisol had come back to bother a few times, mostly to get a look at Eddie’s tiny waist and interrogate him.

Yes, Marisol asked if he had a girlfriend.

And no, he does not.

And then she rephrased the question with “boyfriend.”

He also doesn’t have that.

He found the tattoo shop through the bar he worked at. He really liked orange cream soda and has never voluntary watched a football game in his life.

The conversation between you two, went on without missing a beat. It was easy and Eddie felt all the nerve he had earlier melt away. He was comfortable for the first time in a long time.

“When did you get your first tattoo?” Eddie swallowed. Your turned to dip the needle in more ink and readjusted the glasses you put on your face before the session started.

You clicked your tongue, which Eddie had noticed also had a piercing like the one had given Emilio,” Oof, I was like 13 or 14. My brother’s best friend had been doing them like in his parents’ basement with a shitty kit- I’m sorry do you want the long story?”

“Absolutely,” Eddie chuckled.

You focused on shading of the Sorcerer’s cloak,” Yeah so, my brother came home one day and showed me a really bad caricature he got of Padame and I was fascinated,” The memory made you shake your head. Your brother reeking of Beer and something sweet, was ecstatic and seventeen.

“I didn’t even need to beg him to let me get one. He offered. And the next day, it was just the three of us and my new Carebear tattoo.”

“Now that’s fuckin cute.” Eddie spit out before he could even catch what he was saying. A cute story about cute tattoo on a cute girl. A triple whammy that made his brain short circuit and say exactly what he was thinking.

You shivered at the compliment and uttered the smallest thank you,” It’s on my ankle. Totally faded and very kind of demonic looking. Did I mention he wasn’t the greatest artist?”

Eddie’s laugh could be felt on your arms that rested on his thighs. Clad in tight jeans and slightly flexed in pain, Eddie was kind of perfect to you.

“I will never cover it up though.”

Marisol popped back in with Chinese takeout and an unlit cigarette between her lips, “ Figured you’d both be hungry by now…” The clock was approaching 3PM. You’d had a quick bite while sketching up Eddie’s tattoo but it wasn’t enough to satisfy you.

You wiped down the tattoo and asked Eddie if he wanted a break.

“Hell yeah.”

The three of you squeezed in the small room, passing chopsticks and a glass bottle of soy sauce that Marisol stole from a chain restaurant once. Why you didn’t to the back where you could actually eat off a table instead of your laps - you didn’t know.

Eddie’s shirt was tighted into a knot so it wouldn’t go passed his breastbone. Too much of Marisol’s delight (and your own) you could soft eyefuls of the smooth skin of his stomach.

Too fuckin pretty.

Eddie’s eyes flicked to you probably more than they should have. You were softer. You sat with your legs crossed with Princess Diana. You dabbed the side of your mouth like you were at a fancy dinner. Soft, feminine, gorgeous…

The energy between the two of you could be seen and most importantly felt like no other. The hum of tension was evident and as obvious as it could be.

“I like you, kid.” Marisol giggled out as Eddie tried his best to explain ‘The Fellowship of The Ring.’ Eddie was nipped the tip of his thumb to get some chili sauce off of it, giving her a toothy smile.

“I like you, too.” His eyes flicked over to you, swallowing down a piece of broccoli, “Very much.” Eye contact kept and a flush rising on his cheeks.

A shyness washed over you, so you pushed your gaze down to your food, clicking your boots together.

The food was finished. You washed your hands so you could finish up the tattoo. Eddie’s mood was a mix of disbelief and exploding happiness.

“This is fuckin’ rad, Baby.” It’s the first time he said your name. The way he rolled off his tongue made your heart skip a little,” Thank you.”

Your fingers were soft on him as you smoothed cling-wrap. Knees raw against the floor and Eddie’s height towering over you, he was holding his breath afraid that if he even exhaled, you’d move away from him.

That couldn’t be further from the truth, not that you knew what he thinking. He smelled like cinnamon and Calvin Klein’s Obsession (a gift from Wayne). It intoxicating to you - damn near close to hit by Cupid’s arrow.

You waddled a little as you stood up, Eddie swiftly grabbing your wrists to help you. The top of your hairline weakly colliding with his nose. Eddie inhaled something sweet.

“S’rry.” You tried to giggle your way out the accident. That made Eddie grin and let go of your wrists,” I’ll walk you out.”

The transaction was quick, the tip he gave you was large and the gaze Marisol had on you two was heavy. You squeezed yourself in front of him, holding open the door to the busy streets of Brooklyn, letting it close behind you.

“I don’t really know how to do this but-I’d really like to see you. Outside your place of employment.”

Already wadded up in your hand was your landline number torn from your sketchbook.

“Is that so?” A curl played at your lips making Eddie heat up all over.

“Very much so.” Eddie didn’t know how to play it cool. He just knew that he wanted to get to know you and want to now.

You took a step towards him, pushing your number in the front pocket of his jeans,” I’d like that too.”

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Monster Hunter Tri Diary, Part 5: Slaying Jaggi(a) & supplies for Kelbi horn medicine

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I've only realized now that "Moga Woods" is the proper name used in English instead of "Moga Forest". It's technically not that much of a difference, but I went back and edited it in my other entries to avoid confusion.

Also, I've summarized everything interesting from the villager conversations under "Village Talk".

Disclaimer: Text is paraphrased from my localization and might slightly deviate from the English version.

Quest: Farm Aid

Before starting out with the quest, I cleaned up my inventory a little. I threw out the harpoons and the BBQ spit, so now I only have potions, steaks, bugnets, and pickaxes in my bag. As for the whetstones, I know where to find those on the Deserted Island, so I can gather them myself if I need them.

I could already upgrade my Iron Sword+ into a Buster Sword, but since the second path with the Rugged Great Sword gives more damage and sharpness, I'll wait for now. (For the upgrade to the Rugged Great Sword, you need Great Jaggi Claws, so I'll have to hunt a Great Jaggi first.)

Head Farmer in the quest description: "A stubborn herd of Jaggi has infested my farm!" Hilariously, the actual quest is about hunting Jaggia, not Jaggi (if you don't take the subquest into account). I guess technically, Jaggia are just female Jaggi, but it's still a bit odd since the Head Farmer insisted they're having trouble with Jaggi.

"The vermin eats whatever it can find - roots and stuff like that." Whaaat? Now you're just pulling my leg - why should carnivorous bird wyverns eat roots? All of this seems kinda fishy somehow... (Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if the Jaggi attacking the farm is just an excuse to get rid of them. Like the villagers were annoyed by the Jaggi, submitted some vaguely plausible reason to the Guild why they want them gone, and the Guild approved of it and made it into a quest.)

Man, these Jaggi got skills - one of them just attacked me, spun around in my direction and bit me! They must've been training while I wasn't looking.

When all the Jaggi in area 2 are dead, the Aptonoth return. Sweet - I guess they feel safe now that there aren't any carnivores around.

Jaggia are tough - I need so many hits with the Great Sword until they go down. Good thing I already upgraded it once!

It's cute how some of the small monsters share moves with their big counterparts. For example, the Jaggia have the same hipcheck as the Great Jaggi, in miniature format.

And there we go - kill quests are usually over pretty fast. xD Still, I always like to use the opportunity to snatch some other stuff from gathering spots as well. If you can't carry everything, make sure you at least pick up the stuff from the blue ones.

Return to Moga Village (day)

Head Farmer: "The Guild informed me you've taken care of the Jaggi herd. Nice of them to make it official and all that, but I rather would've liked a visit from the cute receptionist." Wait... Is that? This old geezer just was lovesick for the Guild Sweetheart (whatever you may think of that), so he made up a quest and hoped she’d come over? Jeez...

And then he just hands me some bomb casings as a reward. I mean, I'm grateful, but... How did you get these? Why do you even have them? Couldn't you have used them to make something to scare the Jaggi away yourself? (What are you hiding from me, Head Farmer?!)

And the biggest disappointment: I didn't even get any new Felynes (I would've at least expected that, since the Head Farmer claimed it would make them "feel better".) So basically, I just killed a bunch of Jaggi(a) because the Head Farmer wanted a date with the Guild Sweetheart he didn't get anyway. Great.

Btw, the "rarer" plants also cost more resources to cultivate. Waterblock Seeds cost 20 resource points per cycle, and Might Seeds cost 80 per cycle (in fact, if I were to cultivate Might Seeds for 3 cycles, it would use up all of my current resource points).

Out of curiosity, I carried the Poogie to my house before the last quest to see if it would stay there. Turns out it doesn't - I suppose I'll always have to go to the farm before setting out on quests to cuddle my Poogie, then. (Because even if it's just a rumor, we will religiously cuddle our Poogies to get that bonus chance for rare quest rewards.)

Also, I bought the first Book of Combos from the item shop. The irony is that when I had the book in my box, I actually failed to combine a Bugnet once and an Iron Pickaxe twice. xD (Considering this, it's almost miraculous how I managed to combine an iron pickaxe in the field twice, with just 75% success.)

Quest: Prescription Pick-Up

For the purpose of this quest, I'll bring along my Sword & Shield again so I can stun the Kelbi (even upgraded it once for a little more damage output). Also, I threw out the potions for now, since the first-aid meds should be enough and the Kelbi most likely aren't going to tear me to pieces.

Medicine Man: "Congestion, back aches, performance anxiety - my patients are going to the dogs! Two Kelbi horns would cure all of them." I thought Kelbi horns only helped against stomach problems. Now they're said to work against back aches and psychological stress as well? What kind of wonder drug is this?

Guild Sweetheart: "Come back safe and sound, alright?" Aww, don't worry - I will. :-)

I only realized now that you actually get 5 first-aid meds from the supply box instead of the usual 3. Very generous.

You only get Warm Pelts if you slay the Kelbi. Makes sense, since you can't skin them without killing them.

However, stunning them also adds to the kill count, apparently? (At least the Kelbi I stunned were counted as "kills" for the subquest.)

There are lots of Kelbi in area 7. Time to farm some Kelbi horns for my own stock, now that I've got the two required for the quest safely in my bag. (As the Guild teaches us: Never help someone without taking something for yourself.)

If you hurt the female Kelbi, they just try to run away. Meanwhile, if you attack the male Kelbi, they actually fight back. I guess that's because male Kelbi are more aggressive when provoked? (They are MH's deer, after all.)

After farming some horns and materials from the Kelbi (and probably almost driving the Moga Woods’ population to extinction), I'm gonna do my usual round to gather some items for extra cash. (The Red Coral Stones you find in the underwater areas are - as their description says - a great way to make quick money. You almost always get some from piles of bones strewn across the ocean floor, so you can easily get a stack of ten which is worth a good sum.)

Funnily enough, touching the tentacles of the jellyfish (like swimming below them) doesn't do any damage.

Contrary to their description as "submissive herbivores" that "panic when danger is present", the Epioth defend the other members of their flock if you attack them! (They'll give you one swipe with the tail, then swim away.)

If you're fighting close to the surface and the camera is positioned outside the water, the fighting sounds are actually muffled. I gotta say, that's a really cool detail!

If you stay around for a bit, you can watch the Epioth grazing on the ocean floor. Their description does say they "subsist on water grasses and moss", so I suppose they're something like the manatees of the MH world.

Another thing that's great about the subquests is that especially during the early game, they're a great way to earn some extra money. I've got 1100 zenny from the total quest reward, as opposed to just 500 from the main quest. (Plus 2450 zenny from all the account items I gathered.)

Village Talk

Guild Sweetheart: "How's the hunt going? I was super busy around here. Taking a walk, yoga... Oh, and I played with the piglet on the farm. Such a cute thing! Yeah, this was really an exhausting day." Yeah, relaxing is really a tough job. (Also, Idk, but it's hilarious to me that she seems to go to the farm pretty regularly. So, you know, it shouldn't be such a rare thing for the Head Farmer to see her?)

I gotta say though, the Head Farmer gives off serious grandpa vibes. He just forgot about what the special fertilizer does and says "I'm getting too old for this..." xD Maybe you should just start drawing your pension, eh?

Village Chief: "Hold on! Don't say anything. I can read it in your face: "She wants me to pluck mushrooms!"" Well, he obviously knows how things work in the Hunter's Guild... xD

"Don't forget that the Lagiacrus out there is still a danger. You never know when it shows up and... HELP, BEHIND YOU! Haha, just kidding, hunter!" Very funny.

"Everything can happen on a hunt, so you've got to be ready for anything." Perfect summary of Monster Hunter, actually. (However, more often than not, "be ready for anything" actually means "be ready for all kinds of exceptionally stupid coincidences".)

The Chief tells us that the farm is situated on a "cliff near the village". That actually makes sense, since you can see a panorama of Moga in the background at the farm's entrance; so, it can't be in the immediate vicinity of the village. Still, since there doesn't seem to be a path directly connecting the village and the farm, I wonder if they also go there by boat?

"The Outfitter only thinks about the ultimate weapon. If there really was something like an ultimate weapon, of course every hunter in the world would use it. Actually, it's only about preferences. Somewhere out there, there's the ideal weapon for YOU, and that one you have to look for!" Nicely said. Everyone has a different playstyle, so the weapon which is ideal for you might be entirely unfitting for someone else. It goes even farther than that, too: The definition of "ideal" is literally different for every person, so although it might sound cheesy, you really have to listen to your heart and do what's fulfilling to you.

Chief's son: "These torches from the fireplace are for the villagers, but... It's too dangerous bringing them into the village. Do you want to burn everything down?" Would you care to tell me, then, why there's a large torch standing right behind you?

"These buzzing Bnahabra are so annoying." Oh, trust me, they're not nearly as bad as the Vespoids from the 1st and 2nd gen. The Vespoids paralyze you, like, with every second sting - until now, the Bnahabra haven't paralyzed me once. (Tbh, I have a feeling the Bnahabra might be the response to MH fans raging over the Vespoids; so, Capcom just decided to make something like a "Vespoid light".)

Item vendor: "You can use barrel bombs underwater, too. A triumph of science!" Now that you mention it: It actually is noteworthy that you can use barrel bombs underwater. Back in Freedom Unite, you literally couldn't use them if it was raining in the jungle at night. Considering that Large Barrel Bombs are made with gunpowder, this actually makes sense, since gunpowder won't ignite if it's wet. I suppose they finally figured out how to put the gunpowder in a waterproof capsule, then.

"A Needleberry works wonders against stress at acupuncture points." So Needleberries are used for acupuncture - nice to know.

Gossip Lady: "Whenever monsters get to close to the village, we scare them with bombs." Since you're all so adamant about not bringing any torches/fire into the village, the same would probably go for bombs. So, if they're blowing up any bombs, they're most likely doing near the entrance to the village in area 1 (where you start out if you go hunting in the Moga Woods).

So, the Gossip Lady tells me about stunning Kelbi to cut off their horns (a little late, but thanks anyway), and there's a little pun at the end where she says "You don't know if the Kelbi are "down" for it? I don't get it." (Funny that she doesn't seem to understand any wordplays aside from her own. xD) I'm not sure if my translation above is accurate, but this line is actually pretty funny in my localization: It uses an idiom that means "up for it", but the literal translation of the word would be "buck", as in roebuck (the closest English adjective I can find to it is "horny", but that has kind of a different implication... xD).

Smith: "All products that leave my artisan shop have a hundred years gurantee!" Well, I hope so - I'll make sure to hold you to it.

"Be careful about storing iron equipment! It rusts in the salty wind!" I believe that - also, it's gonna make the job of my Felyne housekeeper so much easier if I take good care of it myself.

Chamberlyne: "I make your bed every day so you can always take a nap. And then there's the laundry and cleaning everything up... You're lucky that Felynes love cleanliness!" You know, if it was up to me, you'd get a medal for "employee of the month". Housekeeping may not be the most popular job, but without the help of our trusty Felyne, our daily routine would most likely be a mess. (That Felynes love cleanliness is kinda a cute detail, though; it definitely shows they're cats. xD)

"Did you see the large windmill over there? It's my job to repair it if it's broken. Quite a lot of work." What?! Not only is the Felyne charged with doing all the housekeeping for me, they're also obliged to step in as a construction worker if need be? Seriously, give this kitty a break...

Meanwhile, I can't afford to take a break since I still have some quests to do. Next time, there's gonna be some more aquatic action when we tackle the Sunken Treasures and Goldenfish quests. See ya then!

To be continued

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