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harveywritings92 · 6 years ago

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Bad Wolf: Werewolf! Jason Todd x Reader

The following is a non profit fan based story Batman, Red hood, Nightwing etc. belongs to DC Comics please support the official release.

I gain no profit from this nor do I own anything other then OCs and whatever sprouts from my imagination. Thanks for reading!

Y/n woke up that morning her e/c stared blankly up at the ceiling trying to work through the deafening haze, she felt sore and her limbs felt like they were made of jelly. she turned to look at her alarm clock wincing as her hips protested from the sudden action, it was 8 am...the closed her eyes, she bolt upwards realizing she was late for wor....oh, right she didn't have a job anymore, she frowned wanting to feel angry and disgruntled, but couldn't find it in her.

She actually felt happy! that she didn't have bend over backwards for her lazy ass co-workers anymore. no more stolen credit, no work being pushed on to her, No creepy Chris from resources flirting with her and sending her creepy messages.

No Yvette her snotty supervisor belittling her in front of everyone...She was brought out of her thoughts when a large muscular arm wrapping around her naked waist and pulling her back down on to the bed.

"Go back to sleep Pip-squeak..." a tired voice rumbled the h/c blinked and turned to the second person in her bed a man with green eyes messy black hair with white streak, and a body that looked like it was chiseled from marble glared up at her lazily, Y/n blinked at the man mind still fogged up as she tried to remember the last 24hrs and how the hell did she end in bed with someone like him.

"You're firing me?!" Y/n shrieked staring at her boss gobsmacked at Yvette who tried to look sympathetic, but as he was clearly more interested in her stupid manicured nails and make-up to care. "We just can't keep someone, who just wants sit around being lazy and do nothing while her co-workers do everything for her." Y/n couldn't believe what she was hearing...Lazy?...Nothing?! she stood right up and slammed her hands on the desk causing Yvette to jumped.

"I've worked my ass off for this company for six years...I watched it go from a 40 person operation to 120! I missed my uncle's funeral because I was busy doing my fellow workers jobs and your fucking work while you were on vacation in Hawaii...and you accuse me of being lazy?!" The blond had heard enough and called security to escort Y/n off the premises, the h/c yanked her her arm out of the guard's hand. "Don't bother I'm going..."

She hissed before shouldering one of the large men she packed her things and walked out of building all while her ex co-workers whispered and snickered at the [y/h] who flipped them all off as she got in the elevator. Why the fuck did they choose to fire her tonight of all nights, It's cold and raining the bottom of cardboard box she had her stuff in gave out from all the water it absorbed,

scattering and breaking all the glass crap inside, She didn't even bother to picking it up she just stared at the broken remains of the last six years of her life slowly being washed away by the rain. She watched aluminum pencil cup roll down into a gutter and into the foot of some drunk passed out in the gutter.

The e/c stared blankly at the man debating if she should call someone to pick him up, she sighed and went over to the guy not caring if he was dangerous; with how shitty her night was going? Death would be a fucking godsend.

"Hey buddy, you okay?" She saw the guy more clearly now he was in some tactical looking gear, some kind of helmet "Sir are you okay?" She felt her heart speed up the man still hadn't moved she started speed walking towards him, Y/n Was going to call out to him again...

only for her voice to die when she realized just who the man was, it's was the red-hood Y/n felt fear curdle into her stomach she'd heard about the gun trotting vigilante, how he kills people well bad people but still people none the less.

the h/c took a step back, but then noticed the subtle stream of red pooling around his body being mixed with the water and washed away from the rain and the hole in his shoulder.

after some heavy thoughts the e/c girls managed to pull Red-hood up and somehow managed to dragged him back to her apartment. "Fuck you're heavy.." she grunted depositing the large guy on to her couch, then went searching around her apartment cabinets for that old bottle of whiskey her uncle had gifted for her 19th birthday...

The [Y/h] hummed finding it now she just needed to find the old med-kit. she looked into the upper crawl space and found her Uncle's kit and brought it down and went back to her living room Red was still out...And with a sigh the e/c girl tied her hair back and prepped for surgery, the benefit of being raised by a black market surgeon? was knowing that he didn't give two shits if she used his stuff.

She'd removed the bullet from Red-hood's shoulder being mindful of his privacy she didn't take his helmet off, but she did have to cut his shirt and unzipped his body armor off, if she wasn't in doctor mode right now the H/c would be drooling over his abs.

Y/n hummed as she pulled out bits of Kevlar and body armor from his wound and stitched him up, then went to examine the bullet curiously it had a dull sheen to it almost like...

There was knock at her door Y/n frowned she wasn't expecting any visitors? She got up from her coffee table and went to check the peephole and her nose scrunched up like she'd smelled something sour when she saw who it was. Chris...wait she never told where she lived. the h/c felt a lump form in her throat.

As she cautiously unlocked her door and opened it a crack. "What are you doing here?" Y/n hissed glaring at her ex co-worker suspiciously the greasy haired man pulled a "Charming" smile which failed miserably reminding Y/n of the joker.

"Well I heard Yvette fired you so I figured you could used a friend?"

"No, thanks I got enough friends and you sure as hell ain't one of them.." She went to close the door and Chris wedged his foot between it, as he struggled to keep the door open.

"Well, At least let me take you out for a couple drinks."

"No thanks, I've already got plans."

"With who?" Chris huffed still trying to pry his way in, The h/c tried to think of an answer when a tired and annoyed called from her living room. "Whose at the door babe?" Y/n glanced over her shoulder while Chris jumped away from the door as it opened wider to reveal a large man with raven hair with a white streak and green eyes coming up behind Y/n pulling a t-shirt on.

The e/c girl was borderline panicking and cheering to every god there was imaginable in her head, as her stalker gawked at the tall, handsome and muscular man who looked like he could easily snap his skinny ass over his knee like a twig.

"Oh this is Chris, he invited me for drinks." The greasy hair man swallowed as the large man's green eyes narrowed at him, like he knew all of Chris's dirty little secrets. "That was nice of him, Too bad you and I already got plans..." The raven haired man said curtly as Chris sweated bullets as he tried to come up with a response. But the message mystery man was sending him was loud and clear.

*Get the fuck out of here before I throw you off the roof.* Chris readjusted his tie and coughed awkwardly. "Yes, Well then I'll just be on my way." the greasy man said as the "couple" waved him off and closed the door, Y/n check the peephole and watched Chis stare bewildered at the door before walking out of her view,

She relaxed for a few moments that was until a large hand wrapped around her neck. and tall muscular figure loomed over her threateningly. "Where the fuck am, and who the hell are you?" the man demanded eyes filled with suspicion.

"Good to see you up red." The h/c wheezed as the man squeezed her neck harder, his face contorted into a snarl. "Answer me or I'll snap your neck." He hissed as Y/n winced trying to keep her eyes focused "Y/n...You're at my apartment....I found you bleeding out on the street..." His brows furrowed and he let go of the h/c's neck, She took breaths and coughed trying to breathe.

"Were you the one who fixed my shoulder?" Red asked examining her the y/h nodded clearing her throat. "Why?" The h/c shrugged rubbing her neck. "I don't know, would you have rather I call the cops?" Red's jaw set she had him there it was then he noticed a photo hanging on the side of her door, It was of an old man in army gear.

"I know that guy, he was some quack who set up shop in the narrows."

"Yeah that was my uncle...He taught me how fix people."

"Hmn, what was the deal with the neck-beard?"

"creepy Ex Co-worker, I just got fired tonight..."

Y/n muttered as Red's eyes went from the picture to her, she wasn't much to look at kind of plain really,her e/c eyes were swollen, hair a mess and her clothes were kind of sticking to her from the being caught in the rain. But other then that she smelled...safe, He hummed to himself then sighed "Go take a shower and put on some night clothes or whatever you girls wear."

Y/n looked at him confused as Red huffed in annoyance. "I said we had plans didn't I? The h/c seemed unsure but, complied fifteen minutes later Y/n came out of he room in a f/c hoodie, gray t-shirt jean-skirt. When she went out into her living room she found Jason on his cell phone texting he noticed her and put it way and got up from her couch. "So, where are we going?" the H/c asked.

And that's how they ended up at a bar.

Y/n was complaining about Chris and Yvette, Chris was a creepy guy who still lived with his mom, he smelled like he bathed rotten eggs and would constantly lurk around her desk or send Y/n messages and...with photos, though she never opened any of his messages with image attachments mainly out fear of what she'll see. And Yvette Martine she's 40 acts and dresses like she's 16 and looks like leather face under all that make up she wears.

"and she has this chihuahua named Pretzel that she drags around in a little pink bag." She takes another sip of her beer. "the poor thing looks at me, like it's saying put me out of my misery." Red listened to her intently he seemed pretty annoyed just from hearing about these people. "That place wasn't an office, it was a high-school." He snarked causing Y/n to snarf and him to burst out laughing as she tried to clean up.

Fifteen minutes later the two were arguing about how Violet should've won Wonka's contest she's the only one who was willing to stick her neck out for the Oompa-Loompas, Red was insistent that Charlie deserved it after all the crap he went through to get the damn ticket aside from that stunt in the soda room he was pretty chilled and polite about the whole thing.

Then that turned it whether or not the Smurf's were mammals or not."Oh my god! Smurf's don't lay eggs! They're mammals!? Papa has effing beard!" Y/n jeered Red rolled his eyes at her scoffing "It's a single female in large group of males, she'd in heat every 24/7 if she didn't lay eggs!" He snarled and pointed at the little graph he made on a napkin.

Neither had noticed they were getting closer to each other, Next thing they knew they making out on the bar, It wasn't till Bartender noticed Red pulling Y/n's skirt up and the h/c fiddling with his belt, "Yeah, alright Charlie get them out of here!" they snapped at the bouncer who kicked the two drunks out.

The two burst out laughing and held each other up as walked down the street when Y/n stopped and glared at the large building. "Ish dis where yous used to works?~" Red slurred Y/n nodded bad mood returning. "Hey wanna trash yer bosses offishce?"

The e/c looked confused then smirked "Dey don't lock the back itsh brokin." she slurred back the green eyed man smiled like a kid on Christmas. "Aces! let's go." He grabbed her hand and led her around back, but paused at a junction box Red opened it and pulled a knife from his boot a and snipped a gold and black wire that controlled the security system and light blue one for the cameras.

Before continuing on to the back door. they found Yvette's office the and trashed the hell out of the shelves, awards smashed, make up and nail-polish smeared everywhere. and the cherry on top was when Y/n and Red had sex on Yvette's desk causing it to break.

"Oh, fuck...Yvette gonna blow."Y/n giggled into Red shoulder as he gave her piggy back ride back to her place, they had just missed getting caught by a security guard.

Red chuckled obviously still hyped up the benefits of being inhuman; beastly vitality and recovery time. "What I would do to see the look on her face." he snickered picturing a 40 year old Haris Pilton throwing a toddler temper tantrum over her office.

Needless to say their fun didn't end there, once they got back inside of Y/n's apartment, they had few more rounds of sex giving her neighbors an earful of just how loud the usually quiet h/c could be. it was around four am when they finally settled down. Y/n was pretty much knocked out and Red lazily threw his arm around her before dozing off...

Y/n's face heated up as it all came back to her, holy crap she trashed Yvette's office...holy crap she drunkenly gave her virginity up to a stranger...A hot stranger and it was mind blowing, but still a stranger!

But then again she trashed Yvette's office! Fucking over Yvette definitely weighed out the sex with a stranger...who was she kidding? the great sex and fucking over Yvette weighed out the stranger thing! Y/n had laid back down with Red who hummed tiredly pulled her closer to to him and dozed off...

only to be awaken abruptly a 11 by loud knocking she heard Red growl in annoyance next and mutter "leave it..." But the knocking persisted the h/n wiggled out of his arm and threw on a t-shirt and shorts wincing as she did so before making her way to her front door and opened it to reveal a enraged Yvette frothing at the mouth and crying causing her make-up to melt down her face. "Sorry, I'm all out ruby slippers, check with Dorthy down the hall." she went to close the door only for her ex-boss to hold the door open.

"YOU TRASHED MY OFFICE YOU BITCH!?" the blond shrieked causing a few neighbors to poke their head out of their apartments, just as an out of breath cop came running up to "Ma'm let us handle this." the pink pantsuit clad woman glared at the cop offended that he had the gall to tell her to stand down.

"Whats there to handle? I know it was her!" she pointed a finger a Y/n who stayed stone faced then turned to the officer "Look I don't know what she's on about, c'os I was here all night." the e/c girl said let she just described what color shirt she was wearing.

"And do you have anyone who can confirm that?" The cop said trying to restrain Yvette, as Red's voice cut in. "Yeah...Me and half her neighbors, pretty sure I had her screaming my name loud enough for the whole block to hear.~" He purred leaning against Y/n's bedroom door frame in his cargo pants, eyeing the h/c like a piece of meat. "Nice stamina on this one, kept me going till 4 am." he bragged the cop looked the nerdy looking girl in front of him was almost impressed then snapped out of it.

"Where were you before then."

"A bar, I think we got kicked out at about twelve?"

"Kicked out for what exactly?"

"Well, I did say until 4 am didn't I?"

Cop the coughed awkwardly "Right, sorry for the trouble. We'll just be... ma'am?" Both Jason and Y/n both looked a the wicked witch of the west side who was making goo-goo eyes at Jason who frowned obviously not liking the way she way looking at him,

The raven haired grunted and went back to Y/n's room as the cop finally snapped the blonde out of it "ma-huh...who was that?" Y/n not wanting Red being one Yvette's victims said the words that would screw her. "My fiancee." she heard Red trip in her room he was listening...

The blond woman sneered in disgust "what a waste of a good man..." She humphed and walked down the hall leaving the cop and Y/n alone "FYI she made pay cuts last week pissed off a lot people..try one of them." the h/c informed the officer who was still gawking at her.

"I'll be sure to do that...say if it doesn't work out betwee-" Y/n slammed the door in his face.

She then when to check on Red who had his head in his hands "Fiancee, seriously?" he asked looking up at her, Y/n shrugged "If you want to get jumped and diddled by the reason old people put plastic on their furniture, be my guest."

The raven haired man snorted then sighed when his stomach growled "Wanna get brunch?"the two were silent for a few seconds the e/c muttered "Hell, yes." they went to a crappy diner down the block laughing about what just happened. "By the way..."

Y/n coughed trying not make this awkward "Last night was the first time I had sex." Red spat his coffee out at a waitress who glared at him, he muttered a quick apology then at gawked Y/n for a solid minute..."Fuck!.. Shit why didn't you say anything," He wiped off the counter with some napkins the waitress slammed in front of him. "I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked freaking out the h/c shook her head.

"No, I'm fine Red just sore." the green eyed man looked at her guiltily then sighed "Jason." Y/n looked up at curiously as money on the counter. "My name is Jason." and with that he left the diner, when Y/n got back to her apartment Red-hood's gear was gone. Y/n frowned suddenly for the first time in six years her apartment seemed dull and empty...

#werewolf! Jason Todd #Jason Todd fanfiction #Red hood #x reader #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #dc comics #Batman vampire au #supernatural au #richard grayson #Tim drake #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #interspecies romance #werewolf x reader #monster x human

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pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles · 6 years ago

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One Kiss (Girls Talk Boys part 5)

Possibilities I look like all you need

Each chapter has a song title attached so I could keep my files straight on my phone but it ended up really working so I kept it. I have 11 chapters actually written so far but they need revising so I'll be posting every couple of days or so if anyone was curious

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use and cursing. Usual stuff.

Previous Chapter

She says she's not ready to leave yet. Still trying to find herself. Keeps asking me to buy prosecco. Camille smiled at the message and the picture of her shiny pink pen resting on what she assumed was Calum's couch. Kicking off her blankets, sleep forgotten for the moment, she knew two could play this game. Camille snuck downstairs ignoring the obvious sex noises coming from Cher’s bedroom. Grabbing an empty beer bottle and Calum's Zippo she set the scene on the kitchen counter before snapping a pic.

Drank four Bud Lights before passing out. Won't stop calling me bro and asking if “they're real.” Tells dad jokes. Camille grinned as she hit send.

I still don't understand how you got my lighter. watch out he'll try to feel you up when he's buzzed Calum was quick to text back

I get to have my secrets. She's a messy queen when she's wine drunk. You've been warned. After hitting send Camille gave in to the butterflies and the way anything and everything Calum did gave her fanny flutter. She opened the drawer on her nightstand and an incognito tab on her phone.

Camille woke up to her phone chiming. She had to laugh when she opened the message. There was Calum, shirtless, still in bed, hair a mess, and eyes and lips still puffy with sleep looking wide eyed and panicked for the camera. Captioned (It's not what it looks like) Camille could see her pen lying on the bed next to Calum. Camille took his lighter off her nightstand placing it on her shoulder nestled in her hair she closed her eyes and feigned sleep and took the picture.

It IS what it looks like bro.

It went on like this for days. Calum sent her snaps from the studio, his home, his favorite coffee shop, his walks with his dog Duke under the pretense of holding her pen hostage. Camille reciprocated taking his lighter with her to dance practice with Tom, on her trips to the market, to the shelter where she volunteered. She even placed it somewhere in frame on her IG and Snapchat mock draft videos. Calum had noticed and teased her for going Hollywood. Camille was surprised by how goofy and silly he really was. He came off so stern and serious when they'd meet. Now here he is cracking up at her jokes, pulling silly faces to make her smile and all the time with the compliments. Camille didn't believe them all but she couldn't lie hearing Calum say she was cute, funny or smart made her entire day. She couldn't tell if it was friendship or flirting, but regardless it was a distraction. She reminded herself yet again, a tan gorgeous muscular cheeky distraction.Who has a girlfriend, and you've known less than one month.

Right now Camille needed to focus on being her damn job and not a sexy Australian. She had her first appearance on ESPN today and this game with Calum had messed with her concentration all week. Carefully arranging her hair into a French twist and priming her face for the studio makeup she put on her best charcoal grey A line dress and matching heels and headed for the door. Just before she reached her car she saw Calum walking Duke talking to Harry out for his morning run. She waved and the guys waved back. Harry shot her an appraising smile and a thumbs up. When she got to the studio she checked her phone before silencing it. There was a picture of Calum holding his dog under one arm and her pen against his cheek with a big cheesy grin.

Knock em dead today. You look great. We believe in you.

Camille shut her phone giggling. She then ran face first into a wall. At least it felt like a wall but really it was just a massive mountain of a man. Camille felt an arm encircle her waist keeping her from falling. Looking up she was met with golden eyes, rippling muscles, tattoos everywhere and a huge smile. She just blinked taking in the second best looking man she'd ever met and certainly the biggest. “Oh my gosh are you ok I'm so sorry” he was apologizing as Camille started to recognize who he was. #87 All Pro Wide Receiver for the LA Rams “Hi I'm Quentin Diaz-Castillo” he introduced himself. Holding out his hand to shake hers. “Yes you are” Camille let the words escape before her brain could move. Her hand felt like a child’s compared to his. Catching herself she shook her head “What I meant to say there was thank you, I'm fine. I'm Camille and it's a pleasure to meet you. You've helped me win my fantasy league twice.” Quentin chuckled “That's cool, a girl being into football.”

By now they had gotten through security to the actual studio and Camille could see her boss chatting with the host of Fantasy Squad. “So Quentin, how's that wrist feeling after surgery” she leaned into him forcing him to crouch to hear her “would you say you'll be back to full strength by the season opener or should we draft Pickens as a handcuff in deeper leagues?” Camille asked with her most wide eyed innocent little girl voice and the devil in her eyes. Quentin stared at her processing her words. Her boss and owner of profantasysports finally spotted them and hurried over. Stephen tossed her a jersey “New season, new merch Cam. Sorry but it just came in.” Camille pulled the jersey over her head avoiding her hair. Looking at Stephen she asked “cap or no cap? Glasses or no? Are we selling smart or cute?” “Both” Stephen replied “no cap, wear your other glasses, and I like your hair up but can you make it, bigger?” The studio stylist nodded and started to lead Cam away. She stopped and placed a hand on Quentin’s arm “you never answered my question.” He answered in a loud stage whisper teasing her “I can't tell you my secrets in front of everyone.” “Fine” she let out a dramatic sigh “I guess you can tell me over dinner.” “I don't have your number” Quentin answered as the stylist pulled Cam away to get her ready for the camera “He does” Cam pointed at Stephen who promptly whipped out his phone.

Cher invited Luke and Tom over so they could watch Camille’s big debut. Calum and Ashton came along with Luke. The theme music for NFL Fantasy Live started and Cher made everyone hush. Cher cheered out loud when her friend appeared on screen. She was split screen with two guys who kept trying to talk over her but Cam was having none of it. It was verbal jujitsu watching her take down both so called experts. She hit all of her talking points, corrected one guy’s stats, name dropped PFS and looked great in the new merch. Cher made everyone in the room high five her when the show ended.

Cam stepped off stage and found Stephen waiting for her. “You were fantastic” her boss looked pleased “I have no doubt they're gonna ask you back.” Internally she was jumping up and down and screaming, on the outside she was still pretty giddy. “That would be amazing” Cam stopped and glanced around hopefully. Stephen noticed “Sorry, he had to leave, he seemed to like you though.” “Did he want my number?” Camille tried and completely failed not to sound too eager. “I gave it to him but don't hold your breath” her boss warned “He has a serious reputation.” Camille turned her phone back on walking to her car. Her phone started buzzing like an electric beehive. She scrolled smiling at messages from her friends and family till she saw Calum's number.

Am I supposed to be impressed? Because I'm impressed.

Her chest fluttered but then an unknown number popped up.

If you're hungry I'm free right now. Look up.

Camille raised her head and there was Quentin lounging against an expensive looking Rover.

“Let's get lunch. I'm starving” Quentin called out. Camille snapped a quick pic and sent it to Cher. Going to lunch with this guy. Don't wait up.

Camille was both thrilled and terrified. The little bistro he'd taken her to was simple yet elegant. They were tucked away on a little patio to give them a little privacy and Quentin some room. Restaurant chairs just weren't designed with 6’4, 220 lb NFL players in mind. It wasn't just that he was an enormous human being Quentin was even better looking up close. He had an easy smile and his eyes went from chocolate to amber with his moods. Quentin had a great sense of humor and was a natural entertainer. He kept Camille laughing with story after story about football while also being genuinely interested about her life and interests. They were both into football of course. It turns out Quinton was as obsessed with 90’s music as Cam was. They both loved Game of Thrones, Beyonce and boy bands. Her head was spinning and Camille wasn't sure if it was Quentin or the wine.

The food was excellent. Brined and roasted duck with truffle mac and cheese and fresh snap peas. “I'm glad to see you're a girl who appreciates food” Quentin commented. Camille felt herself blush, she'd always been self conscious about her weight. “What do you mean?” She replied trying not to sound defensive dropping her eyes to her lap. Quentin immediately grabbed her hand across the table. “Nothing is worse than going on a date with a cute girl who won't eat or talk” he winked at her. Now she was blushing as she smiled at him “I've never been afraid of either. In fact not being able to shut up got me here today.”

“I saw your segment. Those jerks kept trying to talk over you” Quentin leaned back motioning for the server “ doesn't that bother you?”

“Of course it does, but I've been playing fantasy for ten years, professionally for three. Before that I worked in restaurants. I'm small, female and pink. Nobody ever takes me seriously, at first” with that Camille’s sour expression switched to a sly grin. Quentin faked a horrified expression “I'd hate to get on your bad side” “They don't call me the Angry Chihuahua for nothing” Camille finished her wine. Quentin cracked up right as dessert arrived.

The restaurant was known for its “tea”rimisu. Consisting of rolls of spongy floof cake drizzled in the house crafted green tea liqueur, layered with whipped marscapone, more delicious floof cake, topped with a dulce de leche sauce and fresh whipped cream. Camille took her first bite and gazed across the table at Quentin. Their eyes met as the sweetness hit her tongue. Camille felt her heart flutter and knew she'd fallen in love. This cake was that fucking good. She closed her eyes not wanting to let anything ruin the moment. “You should see the look on your face” Quinton teased her. “Now I know your secret to being such a ladies man. Seduction by cake.” Camille teased back.

It was almost 9 pm by the time Camille got home. After dinner she'd wanted to leave a thank you note for the pastry chef. This turned into a quick visit to meet the kitchen staff and Quentin posing for a few photos. Quentin had volunteered to drive her home, but Camille didn't want the hassle of picking up her car the next day. She'd only had one glass of wine with a full meal. She came home to just Cher and a surprisingly tidy house. “Oh you're home, and alone” Cher came out of the kitchen. “Good Lord I just met him this morning I'm not going to drag him to bed that quickly” Camille had to laugh. “Well I ran the boys off just in case” Cher responded “some of them were very eager to meet your date. Cody is dying to hear from you and tell you about him and Nick. Tom says Quentin is one of his favorite players. Calum didn't look all that thrilled though. I wonder why. Probably doesn't want you replacing him as your boyfriend.” “I don't have a boyfriend” Camille snorted. “Not yet” Cher shot back lighting a joint and handing it over.

Next Chapter Jealous

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ificouldbegin-to-be · 7 years ago

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//it’s so fun to think of little just emerged Aquamarine, bitchy as can be, so malicious and mean, burning any gem she comes across and bossing them around like a commandant

falling asleep against Blue in that little kid way where their heads just droop before their whole bodies do

little Miss Independent being a complete mama’s girl, so possessive of Her Diamond that she glares at everyone that comes near her like an angry chihuahua

throwing tantrums

little Miss Mama’s Girl demanding to be carried places despite the fact she can fly

lashes out at any gem violently that hurts her feelings and acts like nothing fazes her and cries to Mama when no one is around

even clingier to Blue if she hasn’t seen her in a while

I just. 'newborn’ Aquamarine

#character headcanons #I need more threads with Aqua where we see her child side #ch: Aquamarine

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moitessiera-blog · 8 years ago

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MysMe prompt RFA + V & Saeran. The wedding of MC and random LI, meeting MCs friend who is super cute. (So RFA+V&Saeran meeting an OC at a wedding) Love you!

I love you too.Okay.

Yoosung- it’s MCs younger sister.- she’s a little comic book nerd- glasses- MC pulled the same prank Seven did re: chocolate milk on Yoosung, but on her.- He and she spend the night gossiping about the pranks MC pulled on her and Seven has pulled on him. - She mentions how MC told her that Yoosung plays LOLOL too. - So she created an account.- OMG that’s you who’s the loot thief!- They swap numbers at the end of the night.- Over the next month they troll each other through LOLOL, stealing each others kills.- They go for coffee and a movie and it progresses from there.

Jaehee- MCs best friend from college.- She was bridesmaid with MCs sister.- They’re sitting at the bar, ordering wine.- “I hate my boss. I do three times the work of everyone else and get nothing to show for it.”- They bond over it.- “So what do you do?”- She’s a sous chef at Fancy Cake shop. - OMG, I love the pistachio eclairs there.- “I wake up at 5am every day to make those, at least someone appreciates them.”- Jaehee pops into Fancy Cake every time she can to order coffee and these pistachio eclairs. - She catches her one time and they swap numbers after reminiscing about the wedding.- Jaehee tells her one day “I want to quit my job, open up a coffee shop.”- She says that should Jaehee do it, she’d gladly leave her job and make cakes for her.- A few months later, she texts Jaehee. - “Were you just daydreaming about that coffee shop?”- “No. Why?”- “My uncle died. Don’t be sad, he wasn’t that great. But he did leave me some money. Lets do it!”- They open a coffee shop together, little almond croissants, pistachio eclairs, blueberry muffins. - Jaehee is so excited, it’s hard work.- One night, cleaning up, she says “I think this is the best wedding I ever went to.”- Jaehee laughs, knowing exactly how good it was that they met. “How would you make it better?”- “I’d tell this cute girl I met there how I feel.”

Zen- He popped outside for a cigarette, it was very noisy and they were playing a trashy song that was all lovey-dovey. It made him angsty over not having someone to love!- Oh, hey, you were the singer from the reception right?- She blushes. “I’m not supposed to be smoking. Bad for the voice.”- You were better than this crap that’s on now.- She blushed again! Zen laughs softly.- “I need to get going. Do you have any gum? My bf will be pissed if he notices the smoke smell.”- “Just my luck. Fresh out. I’ll walk with you to the local shop to pick some up.” SAD ZEN!- They exchange numbers, Zen mentions that an understudy role in this play he’s doing keeps on dropping out. And she’s good at singing, audition for it!- They keep in contact, she gets the part but isn’t needed because the actress isn’t sick or injured. - “Zen… Can I come over?”- He’s all concerned, they meet at Fancy Cake and “My bf split with me. He found my cigarette stash. I should just quit and apologise to him.”- “Well he doesn’t really love you for you if that’s why he split.” Zen is lowkey cheering in his head.- Oh, did I tell you? I got the part in This Romantic Play!- Fast forward and Zen gets a late audition for this low-budget play, obviously landing the part of Male Love Interest.- They’re at rehearsals and “I thought you got the part?” - “I did. I got the part as Best Friend of Male Love Interest!”- After rehearsals he’s like “I got the part because I thought you’d be opposite me… Because you’re a great singer ofc!”- She kisses his cheek. “That’s very sweet of you.”

Seven - he’s canonically bi! :P- He’s MCs roommate from before RFA days.- While MC was locked in Rikas apartment and hadn’t text him (or come home) for three days he’s panicking.- So he was furiously trying to find her by using a remote tracking app that they both had on their phones. (HC - they’re worried about each other after MC once got mugged on the subway)- Ofc Seven intercepted that and told him not to worry. She’s fine.- They’d been spamming each other with memes ever since.- But this is the first time they’ve actually met.- He’s so tall, and is that a beard? Seven never imagined him with a beard. Let alone one that’s dyed green (it matches his hair though).- They chat pretty much all night long, nobody understands the constant memes.- They start drinking at one point. And Seven lowkey admits to his depression.- He wraps his arms around Seven and pulls up his sleeve, revealing a long row of silvery scars. Seven traces them.- That kind of tickles Seven.- Neither of them thought that depression could bring people together.- Rather than worrying about MC from then on (She did just get married), he worries about Seven.- Seven is round MCs old apartment, being cooked for and they joke about how he looks after Seven like a husband.- He jokes back that he’s not his husband yet.- Seven loves that. Yet.

Jumin- MC tasked Jumin with making sure her cousin doesn’t mess things up.- He’s expecting this demanding little brat.- But she’s not. She’s just very exact in what she likes. How is it a crime to like having your food cooked properly?- Or to spend a bit of time on the phone? (She was making sure her PA didn’t mess up in her absence)- MC never said her cousin owned the family business.- He assumed she worked for them. And it was MCs dad or grandfather, or uncle who owned it. (Which he realised is pretty sexist but it was only a thought, he didn’t say it out loud)- He finds her positively delightful, if he’s honest.- MC! Why didn’t you invite her to the RFA party?- “Oh MC thinks I’m too highly strung. I’d love to come to the next one!”- MC is really glad they get on so well. She gets annoyed at her cousin for the same reasons she gets annoyed at Jumin - for treating employees like crap and being little trust fund kids.- At the end of the night, she has to get to the airport, fly back home.- Of course Driver Kim can drive her and he’d be remiss not to accompany her.- That’s MC’s family name on the plane. How did he not know about this?- “She’s too embarrassed to use the family money. But if you’re earning it, why not use it?”- They keep in contact, Jumin does really well making business ties with her, he’s lowkey annoyed MC didn’t introduce her sooner or invite her to the party.- She has a dog! No! On her social media there’s this Chihuahua in her handbag!- When she flies in for a business meeting with him and his father, her Chihuahua and Elizabeth III get put in the same room! He’s super angry, how dare they. He’s going to find out who botched this up!- She’s angry too! If that cat has scratched her precious!- But they’re cuddled up together on a chair together. They laugh and go out for coffee. Jumin is relieved and admits that he thinks she’s very cute, and was worried about her dog.- She admits the same and her worry about Elizabeth III. She’s not generally a cat person but Elizabeth III is sweet.

And I tried writing V and Saeran but they weren’t too great. Sorry!

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Psycho in 3 Minutes

Hello, I need to vent before I go to bed. To give you a better understanding, I am a 22 year old female who currently works at a hotel for animals. I know what it sounds but it is much more than playing with animals all day. I am basically an overpaid animal sitter.

I joined the hotel team about a year ago in August with two other people. After about a week, I started to form a relationship with the girl who was hired right before I did. For the sake of the story, lets call her Annie who just turned 21. Not long after, my chihuahua of 16 years wasn't doing too well. She started to have kidney issues that lead to the possibility of having her put down. I knew she was a fighter and got the best treatment for her. After three days of crying and hoping, she pulled through. Annie was there to help me ride the emotional roller coaster. 4 months later, my dog passed away.

After that experience, Annie and I were a team. We did everything together. We went to the movies and hung out on our days off. It came to the point where I would take her and pick her up from work since she didn't have a vehicle.

She started to talk to this boy who we will name Jose. He told her that he like the idea that she slept with another person before him. At that point they were just talking for a week. She wanted me to meet him to give her my opinion. Off the back I didn't like the guy. Come to find out he had major anger issues that resulted to violence. That is a hug red flag right there. She was already falling head over heels for the guy. Her past relationship was abusive so you would think she wouldn't even bat an eye for Jose. After a couple of weeks she sleeps with him and tells me all about it. Days went by and they were officially dating. Every week it would be something different. "He is ignoring me", "All he does is play video games when he gets home from work" and "he is such a good boyfriend". Three months into their relationship she moves in with him. Her and her parents aren't on the best of terms ever since they moved here two years ago.

Five months ago she finds out that she is pregnant. She already assumes that her parents are going to disown her since that is what they always told her growing up. She decided to keep the baby and stay in the relationship. Weeks after I get a phone call. Shes crying and I am unable to translate over the mumbling. I get in my car at 11:30pm and drive 30mins to go pick her up at her boyfriends house. Shes sitting on the curb crying her eyes out. I told her to grab a pair of clothes and get in the car. She did and I had her spend the night. She told me that they got into a fight over something little. The next morning, I took her back home to her boyfriends house.

There was a time where she was very nauseous and Jose didn't do anything about it. It was about 11pm when I got my flip flops on and I ran out the door. I went to Wal-mart, Smiths, and Walgreens in search for Preggie Pops. I spent over an hour trying to find something that would help her. It was 1am when I finally found something. I drove to her house, gave it to her, then went home. I was annoyed. Every week she would call out saying she was too nauseous to leave the house.

In February, there was talk at work regarding me. I only know this because Annie told me. Her being my friend, I believed it. She was saying that everyone disliked me and that ate me. I hated going to work knowing that. There were times that I was afraid of even saying the wrong words to them. One of our seniors put in their two week notice which opened a position. I wanted the title but she wanted the money. We tried to be civil about it by asking about our options. They were slim but it could of worked. It took weeks for us and the boss to decided who should be senior.

That senior positioned pushed our relationship against the current. When it came down to it, I was the one who was dependable, had the availability and a better fit for the position. Her knowing that, she would push her pregnancy thinking I would back down from the offer. Me being me, I would of. The offer was still on the table when I went to Montana for a week. When I came back from my vacation I noticed the schedule was different. I found out that Annie quite over text message and didn't tell me. I gave her the benefit of the doubt and waited for her to message me.

She ghosted me for two months. No text or call. I thought I was her best friend. The one who went to her appointments and found out the gender together. The one who would always make her smile when her boyfriend was being mean. Apparently not.

When I got the senior position, everyone told me that Annie was a terrible person. She would say stuff behind my back to make herself look better by comparison. She was a two-face person that didn't deserve my loyalty. She made me think that everyone hated me to where I didn't want to come into work. She was the one who everyone hated. They were afraid to tell me this because I was her puppet. She would make me believe that they were lying. Now I know the truth. She was a terrible person.

Two days ago I get this message:

Annie: My dad passed away on Saturday and we are in the process of planning his service. Is there any way you could bring home my speaker from work and Jose will pick it up at some point from where ever? I need it for his service

Keep in mind, she didn't need the speaker for months since she quite. I left it on read and went about with my day. I didn't want to be in the middle of this. I didn't want any drama. She saw that I read it and made Jose message me saying.

Jose: Hey since your're not gonna answer Annie. How about we make it easier for the both of us. She really needs that speaker for the service that we're gonna have for her father since you might be aware that he passed away. i can come by your house to pick it up when you let me know you have it so she can have it back and you can avoid confronting her

I was irritated that she would send her boyfriend after me. I asked around asking what should I do? Should I block them or tell them that I won't help them so they could stop asking me. Of course I went with a passive aggressive message.

Me: Listen here, I'm not going to help you. I am well aware that your father passed away, and I feel sympathy. If you really need that speaker, after two months without needing it, you can get it yourself at the hotel. I don't appreciate you contacting me for a simple task that the two of you are too afraid of "confronting" us. The two of you need to learn that using people for your personal gain is disrespectful. Don't take people for granted. You'll understand when you grow up. Have a nice life

Not even five minutes go by and I get an angry message showing her true colors.

Annie: I really don't know who the fuck you're talking to but your definitely have nothing that i want. I would gain absolutely noting from you lmao. You're nothing. After 2 moths without needing it? My father didn't pass away until last week so no shit i need it now if that's when he passed away and i need it for his service. And no ones afraid of confronting you honey. i can most definitely go confront you if you'd like. It means nothing to me to do so. you feel sympathy for me due to the fact my father died? Hilarious that those are the only words you have to say to me when I was the only one there for you when your fucking dog died. Maybe you should take a step back and look in the mirror and worry about yourself being the age you are and being so fucking heartless and self centered (heart emoji)

After that she blocked me. I sent pictures of Annie's response to her boyfriend so she doesn't twists it. After an hour I get a response saying

Jose: Damn you got roasted (laughing emoji)

The two of them deserve one another. Both are toxic people who are ugly on the inside.

That's my story, I'm going to bed. Good night everyone.

#friends #am i in the wrong here?#did i do something wrong?

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