#brings Eva coffee. brings her coffee.

[ashbeneviento]

Hello, Evil Residents :)

I’d like to introduce you all to my Village OC (who was amazingly brought to visual light by my good friend @crowquillustrate on insta🖤)

OC: Datura

Named after the sacred Datura flower (Hallucinogenic and possibly deadly if ingested improperly)

Age: 27/Immortal

Physical Characteristics: 5’3, Pale skin, Long wavy brown hair, Hazel Eyes. Has a scar that travels under her eye down to her neck from a Lycan Attack.

Background: Datura grew up on a farm just outside the Village with her parents and little brother Sebastian. When she was 18 a pack of rogue Lycans destroyed her home, killing her mother and brother first. Datura was attacked but her father sacrificed himself to save her, leaving her to fend for herself.

Mother Miranda took her in for a few years before sending her over to work for Donna.

Personality: Datura is hard headed but kind hearted. She immediately bonded with Angie, who reminds her of her little brother. It takes her a while to get used to Donna though, who always seemed to hide herself away from her. Datura CAN be cruel, especially when she feels disrespected. Does she go a little overboard sometimes? Yes, yes she does.

Hobbies: Datura likes taking walks at night, despite Donna’s wishes. (She’s worried for her safety) She’s a painter, a violinist, sometimes she likes playing the piano as well but she would rather listen to Donna play instead. She picked up on scientific hobbies from her stay with Mother Miranda, and likes to experiment with tea making/making medicine for the Village folk. Hunting.

Sexuality: Datura is sapphic but doesn’t really have a preference other than Donna. Would consider her grey ace. Likes to explore new things in the bedroom but would rather spend her time watching vintage romance movies and cuddling up to her love.

Relationships: Partner, Donna obviously.

She likes spending the night at Alcina’s and has a soft spot for Cassandra. She loves hunting so she brings the Dimitrescus the finest of her catches.

Karl reminds her of her father but hates visiting his factory (bc of the Lycans) but she learns to love them eventually.

Sal loves when she visits the reservoir. She made him a special tea that stops him from throwing up and built him a brand new boat for him to go fishing in. He calls her Deetee.

Mother Miranda also has a soft spot for her (though she tries to deny it every chance she gets) Miranda didn’t give Datura the cadou because she wanted to use her as a vessel, instead she felt sorry for her and actually asked Datura for permission. She’s the reason Miranda has came to terms with Eva’s death and has learned to appreciate the four Lords as they are. She’s getting there, don’t worry.

Other: Datura is noturnal. She doesn’t need to sleep as much so she can be awake for days on end, but most active at night. Where Donna can control the pollen to cause hallucinations, Datura does so through her eyes. Sometimes when she dreams those dreams happen in real life. Prophetic. Her bite is poisonous and causes the victim to calcify, though she’s only had to use that power once. It does not work on those affected by the cadou, so Donna is immune.

She can teleport but isn’t very good at it.

(Once she tried to teleport into the village and she ended up scaring the mold out of Miranda who was in the middle of making coffee, ouch)

I plan on posting fanfic drabbles on here once I get the chance! I’d love to talk about Datura more and meet your Res8 OC’s as well, it’s good to be back in the Village 😉

Please do not share this art without proper credit to the artist, you may not use my OC as your own.

[bxnnywrites]

🖤 Killers Reacting to Nervous!Reader Holding Their Hand (Pt. 2) 🖤

AN :: Since my last one was well received, I decided to do another one as a quickie! I'm also testing out a new layout so lmk what you think!! Hope you guys enjoy <3

Characters :: Kazan Yamaoka (The Oni), Eva MacMillan (The Trapper), Frank Morrison (The Legion), Susie Lavoie (The Legion), Bubba Sawyer (The Cannibal), Ellen Ripley (Bonus!) Pt 1 Here [link]

༉ Kazan Yamaoka :: The Oni

[PT: Kazan Yamaoka: The Oni]

✴ He's surprised by it at first, your small hand in his giant one.

✴ It puts into perspective just how tiny you are compared to him, though these days it's rare for anyone to be bigger than he is.

✴ You're so small, so frail. It gives him a surge of protectiveness, the need to keep you safe.

✴ He leans over and brings the back of your hand to his lips, kissing it softly, gentlemanly.

✴ Fucking hell that makes you blush even more.

✴ He chuckles a bit, ruffling your hair with one hand. A small act of affection to let you know you're safe.

✴ He will keep you safe, no matter what.

༉ Evan MacMillan :: The Trapper

[PT: Evan Macmillan: The Trapper]

✴ Honestly? He's a bit nervous too.

✴ He won't admit that though, won't even show it. Him? Nervous over someone holding his hand? Nah, he would never.

✴ He squeezes your hand in return, pulling you just a bit closer, but doesn't have much immediate reaction to it.

✴ Absolute sap about it in private though, can't stop thinking about it. It was so simple but it reminded him that you loved him, only him.

✴ The next time you're together he takes the initiative and holds your hand first. Keeping you close to him to really let everyone know who you belong to.

✴ Fuckin dork.

༉ Frank Morrison :: The Legion

[PT: Frank Morrison: The Legion]

✴ Aw, lookit you! You're so nervous from just some hand holding.

✴ "You're damn cute when you blush like that, babe."

✴ You pout in return and he chuckles, pulling you a bit closer and kissing your forehead.

✴ "You're just provin' the point, y'know?"

✴ More pouting and he's grinning ear to ear, bastard that he is.

✴ But you suppose that's why you love him in the first place, cocky son of a bitch.

✴ Anyways, similar to Michael, his hand now. It shall be returned within 3-5 business days. Dw about it.

༉ Susie Lavoie :: The Legion

[PT: Susie Lavoie: The Legion]

✴ asdfghjkl;'

✴ Oh my god hand? Hand Holding???? You are Holding her Hand?????

✴ Screaming internally

✴ You're blushing so much oh fuck you're so cute you're so pretty

✴ What does she do oh shit fuck uuuuuuh

✴ Holds your hand tighter, trying not to implode from her own nervous wreck of emotions.

✴ Eventually, and very quickly, she kisses your cheek.

✴ Trying not to die from her own blushing and embarrassment.

✴ You give her hand an affirming squeeze, smiling at her, and she relaxes.

✴ God how did she get so lucky?

༉ Bubba :: The Cannibal

[PT: Bubba: The Cannibal]

✴ You...you're holding his hand?

✴ You're so gentle, your hands are so small, so soft.

✴ He could crush your hands if he wasn't careful, a similar worry to Michael's.

✴ But you were holding his hand!!! Your dainty little hand was in his!!!!

✴ It was a sign you loved him, really loved him!

✴ He starts giggling, he can't help himself. He doesn't even notice how nervous you are, consumed with his own delight.

✴ Pulls you into a really, really tight hug. One of the ones where you have to remind him to be gentle.

✴ He makes an apologetic noise and nuzzles his face into your hair, picking you up bridal style to hold you close.

✴ He's so happy you love him, he loves you just as much. He's so darn lucky to have you.

༉ BONUS :: Ellen Ripley

[PT: Bonus: Ellen Ripley]

AN 2: wifewifewifewifewifewifewife

✴ Damn that's sweet.

✴ Sweet like the feeling of fresh coffee in her veins, like hearing her cat purr against her chest.

✴ And you're so damn cute all nervous like this, it makes her heart sing.

✴ God she's so glad to be trapped in this hellhole with you.

✴ She kisses the back of your hand and runs her thumb over it gently, giving you this look that lets you know you mean the world to her.

✴ And you look at her the same way.

✴ Wordless but full of meaning in such a simple touch. Affection that goes beyond what words could describe.

✴ The other survivors are gagging from how sweet you two are.

Final Notes :: I'm a big butch lesbian so I added my Wife as a bonus because this was a bit of a sausage fest (besides Susie, perfect lil angel baby). It was weird writing romance for Susie tbh bc when I look at her I'm just like "Ah yes, my child." because whenever I play as her I get weirdly protective and if she gets palette stunned it becomes like, a personal offense. That's my fuckign niece dude!!!!! But I know some peeps would love to be romantic with her so I am here to provide. As is the authors duty. If you make it weird I'm shanking you behind a Wendy's.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed! Don't forget to rb and follow if you enjoyed!! <3

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere! Bully! x Fem! Reader

TW: Suicide, suicidal thoughts

A/N: This piece was requested by ElinaHiganbana on Wattpad.

Kofi: Wanna buy me a coffee?

🍓🍓🍓🍓🍒🍒🍒🍒

It was senior year and the night of prom. Everything had been going well until it was time for the slow dance. That's when you saw your boyfriend kissing your best friend on the dancefloor. You feel tears run down your cheeks and ran to your hiding place in the woods. Now, you're sitting on the grass, looking at your pitiful reflection in the stream's water.

Maybe I was right to come here looking for a way to end it all? I always felt like I belonged in water. Maybe Adin was right when he said I'm stupid and worthless. Isn't there a beautiful estuary around here?

You take off your silver high heeled shoes, and follow the stream. You smell saltwater and start to cry more. Your feet and the end of your dress are stained brown with mud. Maybe by some mercy of a god somewhere, you'll live.

Meanwhile, your longtime bully, Adin Crossworth, is looking for you on the dancefloor.

"Does anyone know where Y/N is?" Adin asks aloud.

"She ran out of here after seeing her boyfriend locking lips with her best friend," A girl named Eva answers, sitting at a table.

Adin stomps to your boyfriend and pushes him against a wall, keeping a steady arm on his neck.

"If I find Y/N dead tonight, I'm coming to kill you and her so called best friend. Now where is she?!" Adin threatens, trying not to kill him right then and there.

"The woods. She loves the woods, specifically the stream. She wanted to see the estuary nearby someday," Your ex-boyfriend answers, stuttering.

Adin throws your ex to the side and runs out to his car. He takes off into the woods and parks in a ditch nearby the woods. He runs into the woods and follows the stream. He sees the high heel holes in the ground until they stop in a spot where moonlight hits the water.

"Y/N! Where are you?" Adin yells, hoping you're nearby.

A loud splash nearby makes all the alarms in his body ring. He sees your footprints and runs until they stop. When he gets to the estuary, he sees your dirtied shoes tucked inbetween the roots of a mangrove tree.

"No. Nononono!" Adin screams, looking for any sign of life. "Y/N! Come out! This isn't funny!"

Nothing but the sound of frogs, birds, and the stream respond to him. Then, bubbles float to the surface and pop. Adin's eyes widen, and he throws his coat and dives into the water. He desperately searches for you, and eventually, finds your body on top of a mangrove root. Adin puts you into his arms, bringing you back to the surface. He checks your pulse, and feels nothing. He immediately begins CPR. After ten minutes that felt like eternity, your eyes flash to life, and you're throwing up water next to Adin's shoes. You cough for several minutes, then focus your blurry vision onto Adin.

"Why? Why couldn't you let me leave this miserable life behind?!" You cry, tears streaming down your mascara- stained cheeks.

Adin holds your head on his chest and lets you cry till you feel better.

"Sh, it's ok. I've got you," Adin whispers, holding a gentle hand on the back of your head.

"Why? Just why?" You weep, clinging to your bully's chest. "I though you wanted me, the miserable, stupid, worthless bitch that nobody loves, gone?"

"No, I love you. I'm an asshole for bullying you, but I should have dealt with my feelings for you in a better way. I want you to be mine. I want you to feel safe and loved with me."

"Well, it looks like you're the only one who loves me now."

"I want to say that's true, but I know your family and real friends love you."

You kiss Adin, and you both makeout like it's just you in the world. Maybe it's the lack of oxygen in your brain, but you enjoy every minute of his lips on yours.

"Can you stand up?" Adin asks, holding you tight.

"Yes, I think I can," You answer, grabbing your heels.

"Great, we can go to the hospital. Once you're ok, I can take you home or do whatever you want."

"Can we get some food on the way there?"

"Of course, my love."

Adin helps you into his car, and you two drive off into the night. You two silently sit in the ER, and eventually you're in a hospital bed.

~~~~~~

Two days after you are discharged from the hospital, Adin takes you back to the woods when the night begins to shine. Your prom dress is as good as new, and the high heels are just as clean.

"Adin, I thought I told you I didn't want to remember this night," You say as you look at the moonlight hitting the stream.

"I know you don't want to remember prom, so I'm remaking it into something better," Adin says, holding your hand as he guides you to the estuary. "Welcome to what I call the Night of Lovers."

Time slows as you look at the fireflies in jars strung onto tree branches. A small boombox is sitting on a mangrove root, and there's a trail of giant lily pads leading to weeping willow on a small island.

"How'd you do this?" You ask in shock.

"I asked some of my buddies to decorate this place while you were in the hospital," Adin admits, kissing your hand. "Do you like it?"

"Are you kidding me? Yes!" You reply, jumping on Adin and kissing him passionately.

Adin spins you around a little and gently place you on the ground. He removes your shoes, and carries you princess style. He thought the wooden platforms underneath the lily pads would hold you both, but he was wrong. You both go crashing into the water, and you giggle. Adin carries you through the water, putting you on the small island. Music starts to play, and you two slowdance. You rest your head on his shoulder, taking in the smell of salt water on both of you. Adin's hand goes to your wet back keeping a firm hold. He kisses and dips you before leading you to the weeping willow with a blanket near the roots. There's a basket with two blankets.

"Adin, what's all this?" You ask, leaning your back on the willow.

"The best night of your life," Adin responds, kissing you again.

Your leg wraps around Adin's leg, and he kisses your neck. His hands pull down your zipper, and you slide to the blanket. Adin takes off your dress and his coat. He strips the rest of his clothes away, leaving a trail of kisses on your chest. You guide his head toward your crotch, and he looks at you eagerly. His tongue comes out and slowly licks your pussy.

"Adin!" You squeal, your thighs wrapping around his head.

Adin begins to lick your pussy faster, and your moans become erratic. He kisses your folds, and suddenly your stomach feels funny.

"Adin, I-I feel strange!" You cry, not knowing what to do.

"It's ok, baby! Just focus on the pleasure," Adin replies, returning to eating you out.

"Ah! Aha! Adin!" You moan, cumming on Adin's tongue.

His tongue pulls out of you, and you rest a little on the weeping willow. Adin swallows your cum, then gently tugs at your panties.

"If you want to end it here, I'm ok with that. I'm ok with anything you decide," Adin says, looking up at you.

"I wanna go further," You state, cupping his face.

Adin smiles and takes both his and your panties off. He puts you in missionary position, looking at you with love.

"Are you ready?" Adin asks, kissing your cheek.

"Yes."

Adin puts a condom on his dick, then slowly sticks his penis inside you, making you flinch. He waits for you to adjust, then puts the rest of himself inside you.

"Adin, it hurts," You cry, trying to get used to him.

"Do you want me to pull out?" Adin asks, holding both of your hands.

"Wait, no! Just give me a couple of minutes! I swear I'll be ready to continue! I promise!" You plead, making Adin sigh worriedly.

"Y/N, I don't want to hurt you during sex. I don't want to hurt you ever again."

"I know, but I want this."

Adin waits for you to be ready, then sees your head nod. He pulls out of you slightly, and thrusts softly.

"Hn!" You moan, arching you back. "Adin, more."

He stars to thrust at a moderate speed, sending you into bliss.

"Hgn! Ah! Y/N!" Adin moans, holding both of your hands.

He kisses you while thrusting, making you go crazy. Adin thrusts faster, and your body feels electric.

"Adin, I-I love you!" You cry out, feeling your high reaching its peak.

Adin stops moaning and thrusting.

"I love you too, darling," Adin says, feeling a shiver of pleasure move through his spine.

You both cum together, and stay together, for a minute. Adin kisses you, and you turn his single post sex kiss into a makeout session. Both of you leave hickies on each other, embracing your newfound love for each other.

Adin pulls out of you, and reaches into the basket for the second blanket. He places it over you, then cleans himself up. You look at him and want his touch again. You move closer to Adin, then throw the blanket on both of you.

"Let's stay here until the sunrise," You say, holding his arm.

"As you wish, my love," Adin replies, kissing your forehead.

The frogs and birds singing in the estuary lull the two of you to sleep. You fall asleep on Adin's chest with your lovely new boyfriend holding you tightly. 

[iri-2]

Then There Will Be

Category: F/F

Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Relationship: Mother Miranda/Mia Winters

Characters: Mother Miranda (Resident Evil) Mia Winters The Four Lords (Resident Evil)

The cold white tiles and harsh lights of The Connections' lab stung Miranda’s eyes. As she was led to the lab by a staff member, she wasn’t really paying attention to his introduction of the organization. Her mind was solely focused on getting to the lab and conducting her research to bring back her true daughter.

The staff led Miranda to the end of the hallway, where she recorded her fingerprint on a scanner by the lab door to unlock it, as instructed. The new lab was several times larger than the basement she had in the village, equipped with dedicated rooms for chemicals, samples, and various precision instruments.

Miranda looked the lab equipment with approval. Then she turned to the staff and asked, "Is there anything else I need to know? Other than the documentation and samples you'll provide me with shortly?"

The staff member found it difficult to understand why this taciturn scientist had such an intense presence. "Yes, we’ve arranged for a researcher to assist you with your experiments."

Miranda raised an eyebrow. "Does this researcher understand what my research’s about? I consider it a very... personal matter." She bent down, carefully observing the activity of a mold sample.

"Rest assured, besides our boss, only she and Dr. Droney know the details of your project." The staff member said, glancing toward the door where a figure stood. He then addressed Miranda, "Dr. Miranda, she’s here."

Miranda straightened up and looked at the doorway. A woman stood there, her hair a similar color to Miranda's past self and the present scientist Miranda, perhaps a slightly lighter shade of black, with shoulder-length curls that fell over her chest. She was shorter and slimmer than Miranda, but with her sharp judgment, Miranda could tell that the woman wasn’t as fragile as she appeared.

The researcher walked directly into Miranda's lab and reached out her right hand. "Mia Winters, a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Miranda."

“Greetings, Mia,” said Miranda, just two words. After five seconds, the strange silence in the air finally caught her attention. She realized she should shake the new researcher's hand with her hand. Feeling uncomfortable with the gesture, Miranda quickly pulled her hand back afterward, without really thinking about what she'd done.

Mia hesitated briefly, surprised by Miranda’s odd behavior, but quickly recovered and continued her greeting, "I'll be working with you for a while. I'm not an expert in biochemistry, but I can assist you, and... handle some unnecessary trouble."

"Unnecessary trouble?" Miranda asked, puzzled.

"You know, sometimes test subjects have issues. I'm quite good at preventing those things from happening." Mia hinted.

Miranda's instinct was correct. Mia Winters did indeed have the capability to deal with failed test subjects. Though Miranda herself could easily handle such matters without breaking a sweat, she was not in her village. So, she smiled and said, "Welcome to my lab, Mia."

---

Miranda accepted the coffee Mia handed her. Having another assistant by her side was something she was certainly not used to. She remembered how, fifty or sixty years ago, her student Spencer left Romania because of their ideological differences. Since then, she hadn’t taken on another assistant. Few people truly understood her ultimate goal. Perhaps Alcina did, but she had her three daughters, through whom she found a connection. Miranda, however, never felt the same bond with any of her "children" as she did with Eva. Miranda convinced herself that they were merely vessels, but she couldn’t ignore the glimpses of her own life with her daughter that she saw in the Dimitrescu family. Those fragments pieced together the warmth of the days from nearly a century ago.

"Dr. Miranda? Miranda?" A gentle voice called her back from her memories.

"Hmm?"

"The sample you put in the centrifuge is ready. You can check it now."

"Alright." Miranda tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You always seem to drift into deep thought." Mia remarked as she watched Miranda walk into the equipment room.

"It's nothing. I just like to think about things while working. It helps me focus." Miranda replied, opening the lid of the centrifuge.

"I feel the same sometimes. When you're doing something you love, your mind tends to wander, doesn’t it?" Mia said, leaning against the doorframe and watching Miranda carefully take out the centrifuge tubes.

"Maybe." Miranda replied. She wasn't sure whether she truly enjoyed these tedious experiments, but they were too meaningful to ignore, demanding a century of her time without pause.

---

Eleven at night, Mia handed Miranda the organized data. Watching Miranda intently review the figure, Mia quietly asked, “Miranda, don’t you need to take a break? Every morning when I arrive, you're already here, and every night when I leave, you're still here. Have you even been home?”

Miranda turned and sat at the lab stool, picking up a pen and scribbling notes on the documents, vaguely responding to Mia’s concern. "Hmm? Home? Of course, I've been home. My Lords and villagers all know I’ll be away for a while."

“Not your village, I mean your apartment here. Wow, the way you talk about your hometown makes it sound like you’re not that close to your neighbors.” Mia remarked, once again finding Miranda rather strange. Perhaps she’d been overworking.

It wasn’t until then that Miranda realized what she had just said. A thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead, but since her back was turned to Mia, she had enough time to calm her rising panic. She followed, “Yes, I’m not particularly close with them.” That much wasn’t a lie. “Mia, it’s late. You should head home. You must have noticed you're spending more and more time in the lab each day.”

“Long enough to realize you never take a proper rest.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Miranda set her pen down and swiveled on the stool to face Mia. “Even though this experiment is important to me, there’s no need for you to stay here so long on my account.”

“I know about Eva,” Mia said softly, lowering her head as she looked sadly at Miranda, whose blue eyes quickly filled with grief. “I’m so sorry, Miranda. I’ve never mentioned it before because I didn’t want to bring up painful memories, but I know you’ve never really moved on. I’ve heard you were absorbed in trying to bring Eva back even before you came to The Connections. And now that you’ve found new hope here, your dedication has only intensified. I can’t imagine how you maintain that drive, I can’t fully understand it, but I urge you to think about yourself for once. Maybe go to your apartment and get some sleep, or return to your village. Even if you’re not close to your neighbors, the mountain air would do you some good. If not, there’s actually a rest area behind the equipment room with a small bed. I guess you’ve forgotten it.”

Mia left the lab. Miranda stood from her stool and walked toward the equipment room. Sure enough, there was a door in the corner. Miranda must have opened it when she first arrived at the lab, but she’d quickly forgotten about it, as its contents hadn’t interested her at the time.

Miranda opened the door for the second time, and inside was indeed a small bed. There wasn’t any dust on it, indicating that Mia often rested there. A small porcelain pot sat on the windowsill, holding a plump lithops plant that was clearly well cared for.

On the nightstand, there were two glasses, one of them labeled “Mia”.

Miranda took off her lab coat and poured herself a cup of water with the other glass. She didn’t need sleep, so she simply lay on the bed, quietly reflecting. Her thoughts went first to Eva. There wasn’t a moment she didn’t think of her daughter. She recalled how earlier that day, she had smiled to herself, thinking of Eva, and wondered if Mia had noticed from the other end of the lab. It was a memory of five-year-old Eva mimicking the sounds of various animals, from chickens to pigs to goats and even crows, each imitation spot-on. Miranda had laughed as she scooped little Eva into her arms and set her on her lap, encouraging her to continue recounting her exciting adventures of the day.

Miranda tried to blur the memories of the Spanish flu outbreak, but it was clear she could never escape those dark days. One by one, her neighbors had died, and then misfortune had struck the only person she held dear. But the misfortune never came for her, nor did fortune, not until the day she buried Eva.

After that, she became the center of power. The faces of the villagers flashed through her mind like a carousel, along with the series of failed vessels. Then there was this white laboratory, and Mia.

Miranda told herself it was merely because Mia didn’t know about her status in the village and viewed her as an ordinary person which Miranda found novel. It wasn’t because Mia held any special significance to her.

---

Miranda told Mia that she planned to return to her hometown for a week of rest. Upon hearing the news, Mia could barely contain her excitement, she nearly hugged Miranda, though she stopped when Miranda stiffened in place.

Miranda changed back into her black robe. She descended to the basement and switched on the lights. The dim laboratory momentarily disoriented her. Ancient books lay scattered across the table, and the Cadou pulsed rhythmically inside its container. Everything on the shelves was arranged just as before, and the photo of her and Eva remained in its place, slowly fading with time.

Miranda pulled out a new photo and placed it on the shelf. It was a group photo with The Connections team, a symbol of her new hope. Strangely, the photo was in black and white, though Miranda didn’t pay attention to that oddity. What she did notice, however, was Mia smiling in the picture.

After filing away the data she had brought from The Connections lab, Miranda didn’t stand at her bench as she usually would. Instead, she sat on her bed and opened her diary.

May 9, 2010

Mia Winters suggested I take some time to rest at home, and I followed her advice. I rarely allow anyone this close to me, but she hasn’t made me uncomfortable. In fact, she’s been a great help with my research.  

I hope we can bring Eva back.

Wait, did she just write "we"?

The villagers noticed that Mother Miranda was less strict when conveying the Black God's will in the church. When they shared the current situation in the village with her, she seemed absent-minded.

The Lords picked up on this during their meeting as well. She didn’t admonish Heisenberg when he called her "Miranda" directly without using her title, until Alcina criticized him, causing tensions to escalate between the two. It was only when Angie chimed in with a sharp "fight, fight" that Miranda snapped back to reality, reminded of her current predicament.

---

A week later, Miranda returned to The Connections lab. Mia handed her a cup of coffee, looking cheerful as usual. “Welcome back, Miranda. Good morning.”

“Good morning, Mia.” Miranda said with a smile as she took the cup.

“It’s clear that the week off did you good. You probably won’t accidentally drink the nutrient solution from the beaker as water again.” Mia teased, giving Miranda a playful grin, to which Miranda could only chuckle helplessly.

“Speaking of which, the mold colony report from the week you were gone is ready.” Mia led Miranda to the computer and opened the monitoring system, showing her the recent research on the E-type mold. “Out of two hundred samples, one hundred in the control group without Cadou did not produce any fully formed organisms. They remain in loose colony forms within the culture medium. Five of them exhibited some human traits, like sample 23, which developed humanoid palms, and sample 57, which produced teeth, but with sharp dentalcrowns, resembling a beast rather than a human arc.”

“In the experimental group with Cadou, all one hundred samples were more active than the control group. You can see them pulsing rhythmically, similar to human blood flowing through the colonies. Seventeen of the samples have developed mostly humanoid structures, though they are still covered in thick mold.”

Miranda pointed to one of the samples. “Sample 119 looks more active than the others, the mold is moving across it more quickly.”

“Exactly. It should be the most successful one. I examined its physical structure and found that its limbs are slenderer and its mouth is smaller, with a hyoid bone appearing in the throat.” Mia explained.

Miranda felt a surge of excitement and instinctively placed her hand on Mia’s shoulder. “Do you think sample 119 could be...”

“Are you thinking of sequencing its DNA?” Mia anticipated Miranda's thoughts.

Miranda nodded.

Mia skillfully assisted Miranda in extracting the “blood” sample, placing the processed samples into the expensive instrument.

“We just need to wait a day.” Mia said.

“Thank you, Mia.” Miranda offered Mia a warm smile.

The lab felt particularly warm that day, perhaps summer was approaching. Miranda sat on the bed in the small room, spending the hour before the results were due, contemplating every possibility.

Mia appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame. “You don’t need to be so nervous. We all saw how successful it was, the compatibility must be high.”

“I know, I know, Mia.” Miranda lowered her hand, which had been anxiously touching her cheeks, and looked up at Mia. “I’m glad everything is progressing positively, I’m just worrying about the future.”

“Worrying about the future? You just said the experiment will go well.” Mia asked, puzzled.

“It’s not about the experiment. I’m worried about life after all this ends,” Miranda sighed. “You know my life has revolved solely around Eva. I rarely pay attention to the trivialities of my life and other matters.”

“You’re worried that after everything succeeds, you won’t be able to adjust to that kind of life?” Mia walked in and sat down beside Miranda.

“Yes, my life has changed so much compared to years ago. I’m concerned I won’t be able to return to a normal routine with Eva. I don’t know what path to choose.”

“Do you want to take her back to your village?” Mia asked gently.

“I don’t know. That would bring about significant changes. Everything in the village would be very... different.” Miranda thought about the order she had worked hard to establish nearly a century ago. Would it all crumble with Eva’s return?

Mia was unaware of Miranda’s true background, she could only assume that the villagers would view a person’s resurrection as a miracle, which would undoubtedly shock them. In fact, it just required advanced scientific technology and relentless effort. “I think they will gradually come to understand everything. Many unusual events happen in our world, but everything calms down over time.” Mia placed her hand gently on Miranda’s back. “Eva’s mother is a powerful woman. I can’t believe she has such strong willpower to face all of this.”

Miranda turned to look into Mia’s eyes and, for the first time, noticed that her eyes weren’t entirely brown, they had a ring of deep green around the edges. “And you’ve been here with me through all of this.”

“You just need someone by your side.” Mia said, sensing the warmth emanating from Miranda, subtle yet noticeable only up close.

“And that someone is you.” Miranda reached out and took her hand, her thumb lightly resting on the back of Mia’s hand.

“Miranda, are you shaking my hand?” Mia suddenly laughed.

“Hmm? No, how come?”

“When we first met, you shook my hand like this. If you hadn’t done it so forcefully and quickly, and hadn’t bent down, I might have thought you were going to kiss my hand like those gentlemen of old.” Mia teased.

A blush crept up Miranda’s pale ears, as she completely forgot those details.

“To save you from this embarrassment, we can check the results now.” Mia said, pulling Miranda to her feet.

“Match compatibility with Eva's DNA reaches 93.87%. Miranda, you did it!” Mia leaned down and hugged Miranda, who was sitting in front of the screen.

Miranda reached out and hugged Mia back. “Yes, we did it.”

[tamales78]

Series: Teacher!Slenderman X OC!Reader

Chapter 5

Warning: Teacher X Student relationship, College Teacher & Student, Mention & use of drugs, smut 18+, reader is 21, Semi-Public Sex,

Summary: Amelia is used to being a straight-A student since middle school. Her English teacher Professor Slender grades her an F after discovering she used AI. How will she be able to keep her good grades? And have the English teacher do her favors?

"Shut up!" Slender groaned slamming into her clenching hole as he pressed her face to the drooled pillow.

"Keep on screaming and I'll stop. Will you stop being so loud?"

Amelia nods unable to form any words due to the intense pleasure that flooded her whole body and soul. Slender chuckles pulling her by the makeshift ponytail he had been holding onto her since she sucked him dry.

"Use your words, darling."

"Y-Yes-shit." She squeaked feeling him slam harder into her.

"Yes, who?"

"Yes, P-proffesor."

Slender nods pulling her face up at his, and smirks at her cock-drunk face. Before Amelia knew it he slowly let go of his strong hold on her hair.

“Should I let you finish? I don’t think I should after the little stunt you pulled,” He growled slamming harder, nearly making Amelia cry out in both pleasure and pain.

“I’m sorry!” She cried out feeling her peak.

“Do you mean it? Or do you just want to come?”

“Please! I promise I won’t talk back to you in class!”

Slender chuckles digging his fingers into her hips, and definitely leaving bruises. His pace quickened taking Amelia to a whole another level of pleasure she didn’t even know was capable of.

Her eyes rolled back in estacy making her professor chuckle darkly as he pinched her clit, and drawing a cry.

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“Next time respect me in class and maybe I won’t go too hard as I did,” Slender lectured Amelia as he buttoned his dress shirt, meanwhile she slipped back her panties.

“I don’t know I kind of liked how hard you went.”

Amelia giggles making Slender scoff as he turned around to smirk at her comment. Maybe he should go that hard again.

“Still want me to buy you that coffee?”

“Of course! You know I will never not accept that offer!”

Slender chuckles shaking his head as he tried to tie his tie.

“Need help?”

Slender shakes his head still attempting.

“Here,” Amelia jumped off her bed walking to her professor and pulling his tie.

“There’s a certain way I like it-“

“If I untied it then I can tie it back,” she smirked successfully tying it.

“How did you?-“

“I’m a quick learner, professor.”

Slender chuckles grabbing his coat as he turned to the window and see it was still raining outside. Amelia snuggled closer to him as she also enjoyed looking at the rain.

“How about I take you out to eat?” He asks putting his coat back on.

“You sure? What happens if someone sees us? Won’t you get in trouble?”

Slender shakes his head reassuring Amelia that they wouldn’t get caught. God, he loved how she worried about him.

“You choose the place,” She smiled softly giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Steak and wine it is.”

Slender grabs Amelia kissing her and almost fucked her when he pinned her to the wall.

“W-Wait! I need to change!”

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“You sure no one will notice us?” Amelia asked as she walked to their table while holding Slender’s arm.

“A broke college student wouldn’t bring anyone to a place where they have a VIP section,” Slender chuckles as there taken to their own booth.

“Yea, I know but what if somebody you know-“

“I have my ways,” He smirks helping her sit down.

“Plus, why did you think I asked for a table far away from everyone else?” Slender chuckles caressing her inner thigh.

“I never thought you would be this freaky, Professor.”

Amelia giggles caressing his hand as it traveled between her legs. However, at the sound of their waiter approaching he quickly pulled away drawing a whine from Amelia.

“Hi, my name is Eva and I’ll be your server for today,” the young woman smiles handing the both of them the menus.

“Do you have a drink in mind? Or do you wish for me to come later?”

“Bring us the Barolo Riserva Monofortino.”

“In glasses or bottle?”

“The whole bottle,” Slender nods waiting for the waitress to leave.

When she finally leaves his hand travels back to Amelia’s inner thigh. A soft quiet moan leaves her lips the moment he begins playing with her clit.

“H-Here?” She whimpers softly biting onto her bottom lip.

Slender nods looking at the menu as his fingers began scissoring Amelia.

“Look at the menu and try to not make it too obvious.”

Amelia nods taking the menu to hide her face and expressions. Slender chuckles humoring himself as she tried to hold back and hide how he was finger fucking her.

“You close?” He whispered biting her ear softly.

Amelia nods unable to form any words.

Slender chuckles pulling away before Amelia could reach her climax. However, he looked around making sure no one was near and went under the table.

“S-Slender!” She whisper shouted at feeling him rip her panties, before feeling him eat her out.

She held onto the expensive table cloth. Amelia opened her legs further wanting him to have more access.

“You okay, miss?” The waitress asked putting down the glasses, and bottle.

“Y-Yea, why do you a-ask?”

“You seem very red.”

“O-Oh, I’m just h-hot. That’s all,” Amelia fake smiles trying to hide the fact that she was being eaten out by her teacher .

“Are you ready to order? Or do you wish to wait till your partner comes back?”

“Wait!” Amelia nods as the waitress walked away confused.

“H-Hurry up,” Amelia whispered before finally meeting her peak. Slender crawled out licking her juices up, and wiped the remaing with a napkin.

“Just had to have a taste before drinking the wine,” he chuckled serving the both of the wine.

Moments later the waitress came to ask for their order, and after they ordered Amelia expected the rest of the date to go smoothly. However, as they waited she immediately noticed how close Slender had gotten to her.

By this point she was almost sitting on his lap, and was practically fondling her ass.

“Again?” She sighed as she felt Slender slowly raise her dress enough for him to have some access to her dripping core.

“Just keep an eye out,” he said kissing her cheek and unzipping his pants before pulling his cock out.

Amelia held her breath at feeling Slender enter her, and bit her lip as he slowly bounced her on his cock. A soft moan left her lips when he began kissing her neck and even kissing her lips.

“We need to hurry…” she whines grabbing onto his arm.

“Fuck-you look so damn gorgeous with this dress on,” he smiled kissing Amelia and looking up to make sure nobody was coming.

Thank god, he choose the booth farther away from everyone else.

However, the atmosphere immediately changed when the waitress came holding their food and yelped at seeing them fucking.

[evita-shelby]

Knight in Shining Armor

Tommy x Eva

cw: mentions of cheating, wedding jitters and feelings.

based on this prompt

taglist @thegreatdragonfruta @hoodeddreams13 @justrainandcoffee @peakyswritings @zablife @jbrownta

The first time they drink together brings a rather strange conversation.

Tommy had been strange that evening, coming to her to find a reprieve of having to be Thomas Shelby. He had found her drinking tequila sitting with her feet up on top of the coffee table hearing a story on the radio and joined her there.

He is just Tommy here; he is not Mr. Shelby and she’s not Miss. Smith.

Especially tonight as the neighborhood was in a frenzy of how John fucked a whore while out with Arthur to celebrate something or the other and Esme left him claiming she was done with him.

They would reconcile, Esme would be moved by some romantic gesture and the fact that she can’t leave him now that four becomes five.

“Sometimes I fear I might hurt you like that.” He admits turning to her knowing she’s too proud to ever forgive him if it happened.

Unlike most women, Eva has the money and family support to leave a man should she wish it. She also possesses the ability to kill her husband and his mistress if she wants the respectability of a widow and the thrill of killing the bitch who took her happiness from her.

“You wouldn’t, even if I have to beat women off you with a stick.” The witch assures him even if that fear of his is one they share.

Sex means something else to him and other men. Sex is just another activity that produces relaxation or joy like drugs and booze, for Tommy it’s the cheapest currency to get what he wants. He fucked Grace to keep her from suspecting he knew what she was even if the reveal of her true identity had killed any love he felt for her.

Eva fears the day he may do that to her or, worse, uses his cock to open doors money cannot.

“Save yourself. I’m a tragedy waiting to happen.” Her fiancé and soon-to-be husband said so earnestly as if hoping she’d somehow change her mind about marrying him in fifteen days.

Despite him being the one to pop the question and propose to elope before her extradition papers get arranged, Tommy's confidence over being true to her have taken a blow thanks to John’s fuck up today. Now he's afraid he’s going to fuck it all up before they even say, ‘I do’.

“Well, maybe I could be your knight coming to sweep you off your feet and save you.”  She removed her feet from the wooden table and leaned on her side to face him to instill some confidence back into her lover.

His fears of failure break like gray clouds breaking away to let the sun through. He is the less shaky as he reminds himself, he is not John, nor Arthur nor even his blasted father, he is Thomas Shelby who wouldn’t be so stupid as to throw away everything they’re to build for a cheap fuck. “Thought I was your knight in shining armor, love.”

“You save me, I save you.” Eva proposes and the gangster seals this deal with a kiss.

“Maybe I should get you a sword for our wedding.” He smiles again, most of his worries forgotten as they make out like teens on the couch.

“I am very good at fencing.” The witch agrees as they use the noise from the radio to cover up what they intend to do now that Shelby’s off the clock and no one’s around to stop them.

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Spencer POV Fic Recs [SFW]

Hey friends! Someone requested recommendations for SFW fics from Spencer Reid’s POV. I’ve collected all the fics me and the lovely people of my Discord could find. I hope this helps!

GN!Reader Fluff

Spoonful of Sugar by @reidgraygubler: Spencer stays home from work to take care of his partner, who’s sick with the flu.

Kiss Them, Or Keep Them by @/reidgraygubler: Spencer loses his best friend, but has a secret gift to bring them back.

GN!Reader Angst

Better Off Without Me by @sassymoon: This is the end of a relationship that was the best thing he ever had, and it’s time to say goodbye.

Week From Hell by @/reidgraygubler: Spencer has one hell of a week after he has nightmares and a close call on a case.

Fem!Reader Fluff

Java Jive by me: Spencer and Emily take a break at the local coffee shop and she makes an understandable mistake about barista Reader and Spencer’s relationship.

Pumpkin by me: Spencer can’t handle how cute Reader’s southern accent is.

Serendipitous by me: Spencer’s pretty sure Penelope mixed up his blind date.

Prickly Pear by me: Reader tries to hide her body hair from Spencer. It doesn’t end well.

Not Your Backup by me: Spencer!POV. Following JJ’s confession, Spencer admits she’s more like a sister to him. Spencer and JJ argue about JJ’s unwarranted jealousy of his girlfriend.

Impromptu 3AM Meeting by @andiebeaword: Spencer learns the woman he’s falling for has a teenage daughter.

Side by Side by @foxy-eva: Spencer is mesmerized by Reader on their first date and is surprised that she apparently feels the same way about him.

Different Dialects by me: Autistic!Reader. Spencer is trying to tell Reader he likes her, but it feels like they speak entirely different languages.

Funny Thing Fate by me: Autistic!Reader is tipsy and lost in D.C. when she spots a man she thinks might be able to help.

Porcelain by me: Autistic!Reader has a meltdown in the cafe. Luckily, there is a Dr. Reid nearby.

Baggage Claim by me: Autistic!Reader is having a hard time at the airport.

Act Your Age by me: Platonic. Reader was recently released from being held hostage for several years, and for whatever reason, she’s taken a liking to Spencer.

You are My Destiny by @/reidgraygubler: Spencer meets a girl at a club. She convinces Spencer to dance with her.

Look at My Son by @/reidgraygubler: Spencer has a heart to heart with his newborn son while his wife sleeps.

Buttercup Bakery by @/reidgraygubler: Spencer meets the woman of his dreams at JJ and Will’s wedding, but misses the chance to get her number.

Lonely Moonlight by @/reidgraygubler: Spencer left his partner and ends up regretting it.

Fem!Reader Angst

Rib Cage by me: Spencer realizes Reader is the one, but it might be too late. He has to find her.

Forbidden Fruit by me: When Professor Reid falls in love with a student, he learns why Adam choked on the Forbidden Fruit.

Passing in the Night by me: Spencer learns about Reader’s feelings too late and loses his own battle as a result.

I Won By Loving You by @sassymoon: Reader is terminally ill and is saying goodbye to her loved one.

If I Could See Me Now by @andiebeaword: Spencer hits his head. Next thing he knows, he’s talking to himself … from 15 years ago.

Handle with Care by @foxy-eva: Spencer tries to be there for his wife after a traumatic experience.

Partial POV

Defining Family by me: [Fem, fluff] Spencer finds out he’s a dad… to a twelve year old girl. Your twelve year old girl, who just broke into the FBI.

Dead Air by me: [Fem, fluff] Professor Reid is hesitant to be a guest on his old student’s true crime video series, but is surprised to find it’s not so bad.

Moonlight by me: [Fem, Angst] Spencer tells Reader’s boyfriend how she really feels.

Sleepless in Quantico by @/andiebeaword: [Fem, fluff] Spencer is a widower. His son wants him to be happy. Spencer’s son and his therapist conspire to get him on a radio show to talk through his grief. Reader is one of the listeners. 

A Lettered Confession by @/andiebeaword: [Fem, Angst] Spencer is in love with Reader. He confesses his feelings through a letter.

Everything I Want and More by @/andiebeaword: [Fem, Angst] Spencer believes that Reader is head over heels for another guy. He has no idea the guy she’s in love with is actually him.

No Expectations by @/andiebeaword: Reader is in love with Reid. He’s fallen for a woman named Maeve. While trying to save her, Reader makes a choice.

Wanna See Something Beautiful? by @/andiebeaword: [Fem, Angst] Spencer has been in prison for months now. After he chose to take her name off the visitor’s log, Reader decides to start writing Spencer letters. Eventually, he writes her back.

Wish I Could Take it All Back by @/andiebeaword: [Fem, Angst] Spencer gets his usual coffee, only to follow the girl to an NA meeting

[chaosandcrimson]

LOCATION: Grand Treasure Plaza FOR: Lio Harker ( @cyberneticatoms )

"So, did Eva say anything about me after the party?" Ruby asked casually, glancing over at Lio as she sipped the cup of coffee she had gotten to go. She hadn't known how to bring it up, but she figured that even if she didn't, he would. After thinking about it for a few days, she had decided to simply tell him the whole story and let him do whatever he wanted with that information. She wasn't petty enough to actively try to ruin things between them. But she also wanted to look out for her friend.

[goldfishontheceiling]

TEAM E-SCOPE (+ Owen) BEACH HEADCANONS!!

Pronouns for these HCs:

Izzy: She/They/Xe (Izzy uses neoprounouns it's canon I'm Fresh TV /j)

Eva: She/He

Owen: He/Him

Noah: He/They

Izzy:

- insists on driving (do NOT let her drive!!)

- loves sitting in the front

- stares out the window or sings along to the radio most of the car ride

- begs Eva to stop at the gas station

- xe always gets sour gummy worms

- no sour gummy worms? sour patch kids

- no sour patch kids? sweedish fish

- no sweedish fish? RIOT

- absolutely LOVES the water

- they go out super deep and scare the shit out of everyone

- chases the icecream truck until xe gets the whole group icecream

- *borrows bridgette's surboard* *tries to surf* *fails miserably*

- 100% brings googles

- likes catching fish with their bare hands (or teeth)

-she splashed Eva once (and got thrown headfirst into Owen's sandcastle as a result)

- collects seashells

- tries to take home crabs as pets

- a little more chill on the ride home but this is Izzy we're talking about xe's never chill

Eva:

- designated driver (has road rage)

- *aggressively honks horn* "DRIVE FASTER BITCH"

- always gets some chocolate and a coffee at the gas station

- hates the radio but plays it for Izzy (she keeps the mp3 player on standby incase it gets too bad)

- mostly swims with Izzy or plays volleyball

- *plays volleyball with some strangers* *gets mad and chucks the ball at one of their faces*

- tries to relax (emphasis on the tries)

- she knows cpr!!

- he gets salt water and/or sand in her eyes everytime

- will yell at you (lovingly) if you forget to put on sunscreen

- he makes sure everyone drinks water (no Izzy ocean water doesn't count) and stays hydrated!!

- wears sunglasses pretty much the entire time

- will make sure nobody tracks sand into the car

Owen:

- sits in the back with Noah

- he gets everyone to play "I spy" with him (Izzy can't focus, Noah's half asleep, and Eva's more focused on trying not to scream then things that are the color yellow)

- if the others are busy/don't want to play he usually whips out the DVD player

- did I mention that he collects DVDs? his favorite movies are cloudy with a chance of meatballs, toy story, and ratatouille

- always gets gummy sharks or jolly ranchers

- Owen packs the best snacks and brings things they all like (strawberries, veggie straws, goldfish, cheez its, etc)

- he even made sandwiches and fruit salads!!

- the water's nice and all, but the SAND!!

- he makes the best sand castles

- since Owen canonically has 3 brothers, he knows a lot of games (sand castle building contest, marco polo, "who can dig the deepest hole in 5 minutes," etc)

- gives the seashells he finds to Izzy

- speaking of Izzy, xe burries Owen in the sand atleast once everytine they go

Noah:

- he ususally drives for shorter trips, but long car rides make him tired

- you can not convince me that this man doesn't latch on to Owen like a koala when he naps

- Owen angles the DVD player somewhere they could both see incase Noah wakes up

- at first, Noah just reads a book (or stares out the window when he gets carsick) but he always ends up falling asleep at some point

- whenever they stop at the gas station, Owen always makes sure to get something for Noah

- they always bring their book with them to the beach

- he protects that book like a lifeline

- once he either finishes the book or the others bug him enough, THEN he does stuff

- Izzy always tries to convince them to get in the water

- 9 times out of 10 he says no

- but on the occasional times they say yes, they almost drown

- Owen carries Noah pretty much everywhere lmao

- he doesn't really like water (and no I won't be making an IOTS refrence no matter how tempting it is)

- they help Owen with his sand castle!!

- Noah isn't much of a beach person but that doesn't mean he can't have fun

- and ofc he falls back asleep on the ride back

[liamrrys]

your modern sotcn headcanons are giving me LIFE i need to hear all of them forever actually eva and rame being lawyers just makes SENSE it's like you got a vision from the characters themselves

anyway: modern sotcn where they're at a gala for their firm and they meet the characters from Laws of Attraction (and Thomas Mendez cuz why not) 😭😭 who are from a rival firm and chaos ensues maybe Livius was invited as a friend of a friend, and Amen was there to investigate Eva and Rame's firm

yay!! i'm so glad you like them!! i've been putting them out into the void for my own guilty pleasure, so it's so fun 2 see others enjoying them too!!!

YES!! i love a gala sideplot unfortunately i don't remember much of laws of attraction im so sorry </3

funnily enough i like to think that livius was invited as rame's unofficial +1 😭

eva's +1 to these events will always be isman. that's her brother, that's her boy, roomies 4 life. however, isman doesn't really want to be in a room filled with stuffy lawyers (which is fair enough) and asks if he can bring a friend from work.

eva asks who he's bringing, and if it's anyone special. she makes fun of him for working so hard, that the only friend he's made so far is his boss.

livius also finds it amusing, but because he's a bit of a material girl and enjoys a bit of glamour in his life — he'll never turn down a gala. he might even use this time to make connections on behalf of the hospital.

eva grits through her teeth when she shuffles to rame's work cubicle, coffee in hand, looking unbearably and uncharacteristically sheepish.

she places the coffee down gently on his table.

he looks up at her, slightly confused, and back down at his work. "who the hell are you and what did you do with evthys."

"ramesses... we're friends right?"

"not really." (he's smiling)

she asks if he could pretty please give his +1 invitation to her so that isman doesn't have to go by himself. rame pretends to think about it. he wasn't going to use it anyway. he just wanted to see eva squirm a little bit.

(dia and isman meet here for the first time. eva and rame are too busy checking each other out bickering outside of work hours to notice.)

as for amen:

being in a room full of people who wanted him dead was not the way he wanted to spend his saturday evening, but when duty calls, it calls.

when the mayor wants a representative from the police department, it's not easy to decline, so much to his protest, he attends with his second-in-command, titian.

titian's chatty abrasive (though surprisingly charming) attitude saves him from having to do any real socialisation himself. the con is that he gets along with them too well, and kind of leaves him stranded for the rest of the night.

literally nothing this dude hates more than lawyers and pleasantries — and yet here he was.

it's a little funny to see someone so imposing as amen look so out of his element. livius sees amen from a distance. recognises his white hair and alabaster skin. an old patient of his.

(livius helped perform extraocular muscle surgery on him to alleviate some of the pain he experiences due to his ocular albinism during his first year of medical residency.)

he taps him on the shoulder and hands him a drink. "i take it you recovered well."

"doctor pella." amen's rbf softens at the sight of him. there's even a hint of a smile if you look hard enough. "it's good to see you again." he takes the drink offered. "i trust you survived your residency?"

"by the skin of my teeth, detective." he clinks his glass to amen's. "tell me what you've been up to lately."

[hazellovesnuts]

Eva Green x Reader 🇫🇷 : Admitting Love

Ah, the feeling of being in love and having a crush! It's exhilarating and nerve-wracking all around

the same time. Whether you are experiencing it for the first time or a hundred thousand times, it can still leave you feeling a little lost.

Having a crush can be one of the most exciting feelings you can feel in the world. Your heart races, your palms sweat, and you can't help but start daydreaming about the person you're crushing on. It's a natural human emotion that can bring much happiness and excitement to your life. Though they don't always lead to something more, it is important to manage your expectations because a crush is a crush, an admiration, and that's that. This is exactly how I feel right now, especially for someone I shouldn't even be crushing on, my best friend Eva.

I've been crushing on Eva for months now and I'm doing the best of my abilities not to show my feelings for her. My heart was racing every time I spoke to her and every time that I'm with her, my palms are sweating and my mind is racing with thoughts on what I should say and how I should act.

As I sat across from Eva at our favorite coffee shop, my heart was pounding in my chest. I knew it was about time I  tell her how I felt. "Eva," I say as I began to take a deep breath. "I must tell you something."

She looked at me, her blue eyes meeting mine. "What's the matter, Y/N?"

“Ihavefeelingsforyouformonthsnow,” I rambled quickly, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. "I know it's complicated because we're best friends and all of that, but I had to tell you. I can't keep it to myself anymore and pretend like I don't feel this way toward you." I explain quickly while looking down at my lap.

Eva's expression softened, and she reached across the table to take my hand. "Y/N, sweetheart, I had no idea," she said, her thumb rubbing the soothing circles at the back of my hand. "But I want you to know something." I looked at her waiting, "I feel the same sweetheart, I like you - no I  love you more than a friend should." She says looking me in the eyes.

My heart pounded as I asked hope lasing in my voice. "You do?"

She nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I just didn't know how to tell you, but I've been feeling the same way for a while now. I was just too afraid to say anything."

Relief washed over me, and I couldn't help but smile at her. “I am very glad you feel the same way as I do, my love,"  I said, giddy with happiness. "I don't know what the future may hold for the both of us, but I'm willing to give us a chance."

Eva squeezed my hand and her smile widened. "Me too, sweetheart. Me too."

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

This is my first ever time writing and publishing a one-shot story so please bear with me I know it's not perfect but I will do my best to improve. I accept criticism to help improve my writing. Thanks, lovelies remember to drink water and stay hydrated.

- Zel

[themultifandomgal]

Antonio- Moving In Together

"Dad where does YN want this?" I hear Diego ask

"Errm bathroom. She's in there sorting out the cupboards" just then Diego appears with a small box

"Thank you. Just pop it on the floor" I say. Once Diego has gone I open it up and take out my period pads and tampons putting them in the cupboard with more of my toiletries. My phone begins ringing from downstairs. Before I have chance to get up I hear foot steps running and Eva comes in holding it in her hands

"It's Jay" she tells me. I take the phone and answer it

"Hey"

"Ive got the unit you wanted, but I couldn't get it assembled"

"Ok don't worry, I'm sure we're will figure out how to build it" I walk out of the bathroom

"Dad mums here!" Diego shouts and I make my way downstairs to see Antonio opening up the door

"I've got to go. Laura's here for the kids"

"I'll be over in 10 with the unit"

"Thanks" I hung up and smile at Laura but she looks me up and down. She mainly stares at my stomach

"I'm not pregnant if that's what your wondering" I say crossing my arms

"Only reason Antonio would be having you move in"

"Laura" Toni warns her

"It's ok Toni don't worry, I'm not here to cause any drama. Just want to say goodbye to Eva and Diego" the kids both give me a hug. I say my goodbyes then leave Antonio to deal with his ex.

"You alright?" Antonio asks walking into our now shared bedroom while I'm folding my clothes

"Yeah I'm fine"

"I'm sorry about Laura. I told her she had no right to be questioning our relationship"

"Like I said, I'm ok" I sigh "she's your kids mom. She's got ever right to be cautious of me, how long will I be here? If we have a baby will we spend more time with our child and not Eva and Diego. She's just being protective of them and hopefully when she realises that I'm in it for the long hall she will except me"

"Your amazing you know" Antonio smiles wrapping his arms around me, I wrap my arms around his neck "if the rolls were reversed I'm not sure I'd be a cool about this all"

"I've see so many children suffer because of parents aren't getting along. I wouldn't want that for yours. All bad mouthing each other will do is effect the children"

"I love you YN"

"I love you as well" I kiss Antonio before we're rudely interrupted by Jay bringing my makeup unit "I best go and help Jay"

"I'll help Jay. You go grab us some food"

"You sure you want me to leave you alone with one of my brothers, and arguably the most protective one out of the two?" I raise an eyebrow at Toni

"Babe I work with him and we have never had a problem"

"Yeah you work with him. Your off work right now, this is personal time, so he's going to be in big brother mode"

"I'll be back ok with Jay"

"Your funeral" I raise my hands and walk out of the bedroom and down the stairs "I'm going for food. Please don't kill each other" I warn Jay before grabbing some money and leaving the house.

I return home with take out to a quiet house

"Hello? Please tell me your both alive" I joke walking into the kitchen "Jay? Toni?" I place down the food then head yelling in the living room. I follow the noise to see my brother and boyfriend watching football. I notice the the makeup unit spread across the floor "you boys want a beer after all the hard work you've done?"

"Sorry YN. We couldn't figure it out" I roll my eyes at Jay and grab the instructions off the coffee table and start looking at then also getting confused

"You think Kelly will know how to build this?"

"Already text him" Jay tells me "he's coming over tomorrow. Now shhhh we're watching the game"

"You boys and your football seriously" I shake my head and go back to the kitchen and grab 3 plates and plate up the food. I bring their food to them before grabbing my own and sitting next yo Antonio also watching the game.

[jerzwriter]

Sweet Stuff

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Characters: Tobias Carrick x F!MC, Ethan Ramsey

Rating: Teen

Words: 1,700

Summary: Recently engaged, Tobias & Casey are enjoying breakfast at one of their favorite places when they spot Ethan. Ribbing and bantering can't be far off when this trio begins to do their thing. And yes.... this is leading up to Eva.

A/N: Participating in @choicesflashfics (I have a reputation to uphold) and @choicesjuly2023challenge (Barbie, dream house) All it took is a conversation with a friend about what Casey & Tobias's go-to breakfasts are... and this happened. lol

They walked through the door hand in hand. The familiar bells affixed to it jingled to announce their arrival… as if they needed one at all. It was hard to determine who “the sunshine” was when it came to Casey and Tobias. Each shined so brightly on their own, and when they entered a room together, the combustion was impossible to ignore. 

Newly engaged and secretly expecting, they found themselves wrapped up in nostalgia. They were spending more time than usual at the diner where they first met, a place they were already considered regulars. Both waitresses on duty smiled when they spotted them, each rushing to bring them to one of their tables. But there could be only one victor, and while Dorothy may have out-aged Carla by two decades, she was quick on her feet. Carla’s grin faltered as Dorothy ushered her favorite couple to one of her booths.    

“Dorothy! Sweetheart!” Tobias drawled. “You’re looking gorgeous as ever.”

Carla stood nearby with a frown. “Doesn’t it irritate you that he’s always so flirtatious?”

“What?” Casey’s head popped up from her menu. “T? Nah, that’s just who he is. Besides, Dorothy is gorgeous!”

The waitress harumphed and started to walk away, but Casey called after her.

“Carla!”

She turned with a hand on her hip.

“You’re gorgeous, too,” Casey winked.

“She’s not lying,” Tobias concurred, and just like that, Carla was disarmed.

“You two are something else,” Dorothy laughed as she poured their coffee. “Are you ready to order?”

“You know… give us a couple minutes” Casey responded.

“Yeah,” Tobias snickered. “Please give my fiance ten minutes to look over the menu she’s memorized so she can order the exact same thing she does every time we’re here.”

Casey crossed her arms defiantly and stared daggers over the table.

“Oh, really?” She challenged.

“Yes,” he smirked, leaning closer for effect. “Really.”

Casey closed her menu with a flourish. “Fine! I’ll have chocolate chip pancakes with maple syrup and hot fudge. Oh, and a little whipped cream on the side.”

“Strawberries?” Dorothy asked.

“Yes!” Tobias answered as Casey glared at him. “Sorry, I know it’s Saturday, but I  want something healthy in there.”

Amused by their bantering, Dorothy shook her head. “I can only imagine how he’ll behave when you’re expecting one day.”

Casey’s eyes shot open, and coffee spat out of her mouth. Tobias handed her his napkin and jumped in with a save. “Easy there, Dorothy, we just got engaged. Try not to scare her away from me.”

“Oh, sorry,” the waitress laughed. “I didn’t mean to startle you. Maybe I should stick to my job… what about you, Tobias? Ready to order?”

“I am. I’ll have the corned beef hash and scrambled eggs.”

Tobias and Dorothy both looked at Casey as she broke out into a fit of laughter.

“Something amusing, dear?”

“Yes!” she replied, wiping her eyes. “You!”

“Uhh… care to elaborate?”

“Corned beef hash and eggs?” She admonished. “Who orders that?”

“I do.”

“It’s an old person’s meal, T. Which kind of checks,” she teased. “Since you are my old man and all.”

“I am not old!” Frustrated, he turned to Dorothy. “Am I the only person who orders this?”

“Well, no…” she started, “you’re not, but….”

“But he’s the only one who’s not a senior citizen, though… isn’t he?”  Casey giggled.

“I plead the fifth,” Dorothy said, taking the menus from their hands. “I’m about to tell Carla to take the table after all if you two don’t start behaving!”

“Beahave?” Tobias questioned. “Where’s the fun in that?”

As soon as Dorothy left, Tobias had Casey’s hand in his, his eyes locked on her with a loving gaze.

“Have I mentioned that I adore you?”

“Not in the last fifteen minutes,” she blushed. “I adore you too. But, oh my God! That expecting comment… I’m not showing, am I?”

“Not at all,” Tobias reassured. “It’s just one of those things people say. But if you spit your coffee out like that again, people may get suspicious. Not too smooth, MacTavish.”  

Before Casey could reply, a baritone voice bellowed from the counter nearby.

“I hold you accountable. She shouldn’t be drinking coffee at all.”

Their heads swung around to find Ethan sitting at the counter nearby.

“Ethan!” Casey hollered. “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough.”

Tobias pat the seat next to him. “Come join us, buddy!”

“No, I’m fine here, I….”

He stopped speaking when he caught the evil eye Casey was throwing his way. 

“Get over here!” she spat. “It’s part of the best man contract. You have to join us!”

Tobias flagged down Dorothy. 

“You can serve him here, right?”

“For my favorite customer?" she grinned. "I can bend the rules.”

“Wait!” Casey gasped. “Which one is your favorite customer.”

“You can tell him the truth,” Ethan insisted. “He’s old enough to handle it, Dorothy. Tell him... it’s me.”

Tobias turned to Dorothy in mock horror. “Do you have something you want to say to me?”  

“Uh, yeah… whose paying?”

Casey nearly choked on her coffee again. “Knowing Tobias, he’ll figure out a way to ensure Ethan pays.”

“Hmmm…” Dorothy hummed. “You know, to play it safe… Casey is my favorite.”

“Well, your stock just went up in my book,” Tobias winked. “I have to agree with your choice.”

“I even have to concur,” Ethan chimed in.

“Aww, well, thank you,” Casey beamed as another server placed her breakfast in front of her. A look of horror instantly appeared on Ethan’s face, and he turned to Tobias with disgust.

“What?” Tobias asked. “I made her get the strawberries!”

Ethan looked around to ensure no one could overhear, then muttered to Tobias under his breath. “Do I need to remind you that prenatal nutrition is….”

“ETHAN!” Casey hollered.

“Yes.”

“One more word, and I’m flinging this whipped cream at you!”

“But then you’d have no whipped cream, hon….” Tobis reminded.

“I’d get her more,” Dorothy smiled, placing Tobias’s plate before him. “After all, she’s my favorite.”

Now Ethan stared down at Tobias’s breakfast. “What the hell are you eating?”

“What? You've never seen corned beef hash and eggs?”

“Who the hell eats that?” Ethan scoffed.

“Old people,” Casey suggested. “That’s who.”

“Exactly! My father orders that. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that placed in front of anyone under the age of sixty!”

“Face it, T,” Casey said with her most adorable grin. “You’re an old man.”

“Oh really?” He spat. “Shall I rattle off all the times you’re not complaining about your old man, princess? For example, there was last night when I had you over….”

“OK! Stop! Stop! Stop!” Ethan demanded. “I can be back at the counter in five seconds flat.”

“No, you can’t!” Casey smiled. “Best man contract… we have wedding business to discuss.”

“Fine,” Ethan sighed wearily. “What is this wedding business we need to discuss?”

Tobias took a sip of his coffee and shrugged. “Got me? Ask the boss.”

“Boss?” Ethan inquired.

“I want to know who you’re bringing as your plus one. I’m the bride. I have the right to know.”

“No one. Now, can I go back to the counter?”

“No!” She insisted. Looking around, she whispered. “It’s not just me. Your godchild-to-be wants to know, too!"

"Are you really using that card?"

“Come on, Ethan,” she implored. “I promise you, I’ll eat nothing but alfalfa sprouts and bean curd for breakfast for a week if you tell me.”

“Actually, that wouldn’t be your best choice. You see, bean curd is….”

“Ethan!”

“No one, Casey. I’m bringing no one.”

“Why?”

“I get it,” Tobias said, patting his friend’s shoulder. “You want to come solo… scope out the single chicks who are devastated that I’m off the market and need a backup to comfort them. Solid plan, my man. Solid plan.”

"You know, you're an ass," Ethan said with a shake of his head.

"I try to be," Tobias smirked. "I have a reputation to uphold."

Ethan shot Casey an incredulous look. “Why are you marrying him?”

“Because I love him,” she gushed. “I love him soooo much.”

“I love you, too, baby,” Tobias replied as Ethan rolled his eyes.

“I’m going to lose my breakfast before it even arrives.”

“Hey, enough of that,” Tobias ordered. “As much as your plan is gold, I would recommend bringing a date. It's going to be an intimate affair, and the guest list is small, so if you intend to hook up there….”

“I’m not intending to hook up there!” Ethan yelled, a little too loud.

“Ethan, just bring a date," Casey sighed. "If you don’t have someone, I have the perfect person in mind!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No! Casey, why the incessant need to set me up? Do you realize it never works?”

“It hasn’t worked yet!” she corrected.

“In fairness… it usually doesn’t work because you’re a pain in the ass.”

“Precisely!” Casey enthused. “Ethan, you’re not trying!”

“I don’t want to try,” he replied. “I’m happy with my life as it is.”

“What?” Ethan defended when Tobias scoffed. “I get it. You're domesticated Tobias & Barbie now. I'm happy for you. Really, I am, but stop trying to drag me into the dream house?”

“I’ll see if I can arrange an introduction,” Casey continued. “her name is….”

“NO!”

“Fine!” Casey pouted. “I’ll just drown my sorrows in these pancakes!”

She pierced her fork into the sugary concoction and shoveled it into her mouth. The moment the sweetness coated her tongue, her shoulders dropped, and hooking Ethan up was the last thing on her mind.

“Ohmygosh!!!” She mumbled as she stuffed another spoon in her mouth and let out a slow, deep groan. “Ohmygod this is soooo good!”

“Uh, Baby?” Tobias chuckled. “Calm down there. We don’t need to reenact that scene from When Harry Met Sally here, ya know?”

“And I was so happy at the counter,” Ethan groused.

“But this is sooo good,” Casey insisted. You should try some!”

Tobias shook his head, “I’m good.”

“Yeah,” Ethan chuckled. “He has his old man food.”

Tobias shot Ethan a dirty look; he was about to speak when Dorothy brought Ethan’s food… an egg white and spinach scramble... to the table. Casey frowned in disapproval and started sprinkling pepper on top of Ethan’s plate at once.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m adding some flavor! You really need some spice in your life, Ethan. Luckily, you have me to help you out."

“That’s my girl,” Tobias beamed.

Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “I really hate the two of you,” he groaned.

“No, you don’t,” they said in unison as the three burst into laughter.

“So, can I introduce you?” Casey smirked.

“Maybe,” Ethan shot back, merely to get off the topic.  The man just wanted to eat his breakfast.  “So, how about those Red Sox.”

“I think she likes baseball,” Casey added.

“Ethan…” Tobias muttered.

“Yes?”

“Just meet her. You know resistance is futile... look what Casey did to me?"

"He's right," Casey smiled.

"I said we'll see!" Ethan insisted. "Now, let me try those pancakes."

(Thanks for the inspo @mydemonsdrivealimo! I had no idea I'd be writing this when I woke up today! lol)

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[downwiththeficness]

Shadow and Veil-Chapter Thirty Five

Summary: Eva Moore’s life was a carefully constructed fiction.  Every day, she did exactly what her mother in law, her husband, and his  best friend expected of her. No mistakes. And, that was going pretty  well for Eva right up until a huge complication literally tried to run  her over. Now, she’s faced with trying to keep the pieces of her life  from falling apart while attempting (and failing) to keep her feelings  for her husband’s new business partner at bay.

A/N: This fic is a sister-fic to A Need So Great and A Need Unleashed.  You do not need to have read ANSG or ANU to read this fic, but there  are Easter eggs from those fics in Shadow and Veil for readers with keen  eyes.  This fic is explicit for canon-compliant blood, gore, violence,  and sex. As such, it is intended for an adult audience, only. A/B/O  dynamics come with their own warning. Anyone under the age of 18 should  not interact with this work. I do not consent to reposting this work to  other platforms. Reblog only to Tumblr.  

Word Count: ~2,200

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Eva stood in the kitchen, waiting for a fresh pot of coffee to brew. It was almost lunchtime and she’d already taken her normal route around the neighborhood. There were no new job openings to inquire about, so she bought a piece of fruit from the vendor and wandered around until she got tired. Then, aware of the time, she headed home and turned on the next episode of Sergio and Maria’s story.

Luz had no idea that Sergio was struggling with the question of whether or not he would go through with marrying her. She spent most of the episode filling out invitations and looking for dresses. Maria, on the other hand, was drowning her sorrows in tequila with her best friend who was encouraging her to seek out her long lost love. All in all, Eva found it very entertaining.

The ring of the phone startled her during a commercial break. Eva picked it up with a tentative ‘hello?’

Horacio’s voice came through, “Eva, did I leave my lunch on the kitchen counter?”

Leaning around the doorway, she looked for it, “Yes, you did.”

“Would you mind bringing it to me?” He asked, “I would normally just get something here, but I was looking forward to the leftovers.”

Eva sympathized with him. If she hadn’t eaten every scrap of food on her plate, she would be looking forward to the leftovers, too.  “I can do that,” she replied, already reaching for the phone book to call a cab. “You’re at your office today?”

“Sí,” then, “Gracias, Amorcita.”

Eva smiled wide even though he couldn’t see her, “You’re welcome. I’ll come right over.”

After hanging up with Horacio, Eva dialed a cab company and very carefully asked for a ride from her home to Horacio’s office. The person on the other side of the line didn’t seem bothered by her stilted speech and gave her a wait time of twenty minutes. It was plenty for Eva to get cleaned up and make herself presentable.

She knew that there was little that she could do about the fact that she stuck out in a crowd. Eva was a foreigner and too new to the country to effectively hide how American she was. She just had to try her best to make a good impression wherever she went, especially if she was going to Horacio’s office. As long as she was polished and polite to his coworkers, it probably wouldn’t matter too much that she was from an entirely different hemisphere.

She selected her outfit with care. Her sartorial choices were limited, but she had enough accessories to add a little flash here and there. After stepping into her heels, she put some money in a handbag and went to the kitchen to grab Horacio’s lunchbox.

The cab pulled into the driveway and Eva gave the address to the driver. Along the way, she attempted to memorize the route. It was further away than she’d been, aside from the first trip from the airport. The neat houses gave way to a highway flanked by trees until the car reached the outskirts of the city, proper.

Most of the buildings were uniform concrete with official looking signs. Eva made note of a medical center about half a block from where the cab eventually pulled to a stop. There was also a post office and general store. In the distance, Eva spotted a small park with children running through it.

She paid the driver and got out, smoothing her skirt nervously before climbing the steps to the front door. While she walked, Eva practiced the translation for ‘hello, I’m looking for my husband, Captain Carrillo’ in her head. The closer she got to the doors, the more nervous she became. When she cleared the stairs, Eva made herself stop and take a deep breath. She was just a wife dropping off lunch to her husband. No big deal.

Another fortifying breath and Eva breezed into the lobby as if she belonged there. She found a secretary who patiently listened to her inquiry. A moment later and she was standing in an elevator staring as a sticky note with short directions written on it. The doors opened and she stepped out, looking both ways to find an office number.

At the end of the hall, Eva dropped down a short set of stairs to an open floor littered with desks. The sound of people talking was muffled by the click of typewriters and the loud scratch of a fax machine printing in the corner. Eva paused at the base of the stairs so that she could scan the room for Horacio. It didn’t take her long to spot him.

Moving quickly through the spacious room, Horacio’s purposeful steps carried him alongside another officer. He was speaking to them in words she couldn’t hear, but the tone was clear: This is what I want, and this is how I want it. It was a tone that she knew intimately and just hearing it made her skin prickle.

Other officers noted Horacio’s approach long before he got there. Eva watched their bodies stiffen and move out of the way to let him through. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him part a crowd just by walking towards it and Eva had always assumed that it was a Diego thing. That the danger Diego represented was telegraphed so acutely that anyone could sense it.

Evidently, it was a Horacio thing.

Eva quickly calculated where he might be going and easily found her entry point when a group of officers scurried off down another hallway. She put herself in Horacio’s path and waited for him to spot her.

She waited about seven seconds.

Horacio locked eyes with her and the ambient sounds of the room dimmed. His mouth pulled up into a smile and he seemed to completely forget that he was speaking to someone. The even stride shortened and quickened as he made his way towards her. When he got close, both hands reached out to grasp her hips.

He kissed her cheek lightly, “You brought lunch?”

Eva held up his lunchbox, “I brought lunch.”

The officer he had been talking to stood off to the side, watching their interaction with interest. If the expression on his face was anything to go on, Eva thought seeing Horacio kiss someone in public was a rare event that would later result in gentle ribbing between them.

Horacio took the lunchbox from her and stepped to the side, “Eva, this is Officer Trujillo. Trujillo, this is my wife.”

Like the last time he introduced her, Eva’s heart fluttered at the way he said ‘my wife’. No hesitation. No stumbling over the word. No derision or sarcasm in his tone. Just a simple statement of unequivocal fact.

“Mrs. Carrillo,” the officer greeted, “its nice to finally meet you.”

Eva smiled, “Its nice to meet you, too. And, thank you for finding the house for us. We’re very grateful.”

Trujillo dipped his head in acknowledgment, “You’re welcome. Besides, what else was I supposed to do when I heard the Major went to America and got married without telling anyone.”

“Major?”

Horacio shifted on his feet, “Ah. I got promoted this morning. I was going to tell you when I got home.”

“That’s wonderful!” she gasped.

Trujillo stepped forward and slapped Horacio on the shoulder, “I’m looking forward to hearing how you managed to bring down that American doctor. We could use some new strategies.”

Eva felt her smile freeze in place.

Horacio, bless him, noticed, “I’ll let you know when I’ve scheduled the training. Right now, I’m going to have lunch.”

Trujillo waved him off with a grin and Horacio guided Eva away with a hand on the small of her back. They walked to an office that was in disarray. Boxes and filing cabinets were half opened. The desk was covered in accordion files that were bursting at the seams. On the far wall was a couch that had even more boxes stacked on top of it.

Horacio closed the door behind them, “Sorry about…”

Eva shook her head, “He doesn’t know. Its fine. Just caught me off guard.”

He looked at her a moment more before he seemed to accept her answer. Eva watched him walk around his desk and kneel down. The sound of rustling preceded the distinct chime of a microwave starting.

“So, new promotion and a new office?”

Head lifting so that he looked at her from just above the edge of his desk, Horacio replied, “Something like that. I’m supposed to head a task force to hunt down drug dealers.”

She huffed an amused laugh, “I’d say you have a head start on the job.”

He stood, “Yes. I think so.” A tilt of his head, “I doubt it will be nearly as exciting as playing a drug dealer. But, I’ll manage.”

Sauntering over to him, Eva said, “I wouldn’t toss Diego aside so quickly. You might need him back someday.”

There was something in his expression that flinched, but he covered it smoothly by pulling his mouth into a very Diego-like smirk, “I’m sure Diego would be thrilled to hear you think so highly of him.”

Eva turned her shoulders coyly and scrunched her face, “Have to say: When I first met him? Total asshole. But, he grew on me.”

Horacio took her hand and held it loosely, “You’re right. He was an asshole. But, he was efficient. And, I never would have met you without him.”

He was right. If Diego hadn’t stormed into her life, Eva would still be living in that stupid fucking house surrounded by pretty things and slowly dying inside.

“I’m glad I met him,” she murmured.

“Me, too.”

The microwave dinged. Horacio knelt down and carefully pulled the Tupperware from it and cleared off a space on his desk. He sat in a rolling chair and gestured for her to take on of the two chairs opposite.

“We’ll share,” he announced, picking up the fork.

Eva sat and leaned her elbows on the desk, “That’s very gracious of you.”

With a bright hum, Horacio passed her the fork so that she could take a bite, “I’m glad you liked the restaurant. We should go back soon.”

“We should,” she agreed, “We have a promotion to celebrate.”

“Its not a big deal.”

Eva pointed the fork at him, “It is a big deal. You said it, yourself. The whole point of going to Louisiana was so that you could get this promotion. And, look, here it is. You did it.”

Horacio took the fork from her, “I had help. Your help, actually.”

She rolled her eyes, “Yeah, I was a big help while I had a complete mental breakdown and cried for, like, six months.”

“It wasn’t an easy situation.”

He had a point, but Eva refused to allow it, “And, I didn’t make it any easier.”

Horacio chewed thoughtfully, “I don’t need the promotion to be happy with what happened. I got something better.”

How was she supposed to argue with him when he was saying such sweet things? Eva shook her head ruefully, but let him have the win. He forked another bite into his mouth instead of gloating.

Eva’s gaze shifted to the mountain of files on his desk, “Are these your first cases, Major?”

Before he could answer, her eyes caught the familiar Ardent logo. She laid a hand on the file and looked at him in question.

“I,” he began in a long, drawn out syllable, “got an update faxed in from Javier. Its about the trial.”

Her chest clenched, “Oh?”

“The evidence we gathered was very, very good and the DA was suggesting a minimum sentence of twenty years.”

“That’s good, right?”

He nodded, “But, a few days ago, he fled. They’re not sure where he went—he covered his tracks pretty well.”

Eva couldn’t speak around the fear that began to bubble up from her stomach and into her throat. The food in her mouth suddenly felt like lead.

Horacio caught her attention, “He won’t get close to you. I’ve already flagged him at every airport in the country. That’s if he figures out that you’re here, which he won’t.”

She remembered the extra measures he took while they made their way to Colombia. Meticulously, Eva walked through them, looking for weaknesses that Josh might be able to exploit. They were few and far between, but they were there.

The best plan would be for the authorities to catch up with Josh and put him behind bars. But, where…?

“I know where he is,” she said.

Horacio’s brows rose, “You do?”

Eva nodded, “He’s in Mexico. Before everything went to shit, he said that he wanted to move the operation.”

Picking up a pen and notepad, Horacio began to write, “Did he say where in Mexico?”

She shook her head, “No, but I would look for manufacturing towns—places where he could create a new company and start over. Somewhere that he could export the product back into the US.”

He wrote down her words with bullet points and set down the pen, “What was that about not helping, again?”

[blckbarbiedoll]

Ghost Of You (M.B)-Chapter 26

Two Divorces

2020-Chicago, Illinois

Angie sipped her cocktail while Tiff threw back another shot. The blonde coughed at the burning sensation before sighing with relief.

"I needed this."

"Clearly."

"To divorces!" She raised her glass.

"I'm not divorced." Angie chuckled, tapping her drink against her friend's.

"Almost."

"Not almost. We're just separated."

"But you're gonna go through with the divorce, right?"

"I don't know. I thought about it."

"But?"

"But, he seems to be doing better. I mean, he's been sober for like six months."

"He's been sober for six months before. Who's to say that he won't relapse again just like before?"

"He's seeing a therapist, Tiff."

"He's been to therapy before too."

"He won't even take the antidepressants he was prescribed 'cause he doesn't wanna relapse."

"Angie, I love Michael, I really do. But I know how he's hurt you, and I don't want you feeling like that again."

"I know."

"I'm sure he is doing better. But if it were me, I wouldn't jump right back into things with him so soon."

"Yeah." She sighed. "You're probably right."

"I'm just looking out for you, sweetheart."

"I know you are." She grabbed Tiffany's hand. "I appreciate it."

"So, you got your eye on anyone else?"

"God, no. I'm still married."

"Technically." She rolled her eyes. "There's no one that you'd consider getting back into the dating game for?"

"Well..." She hesitated. "There's this guy I work with."

"You've been holding out on me."

"It's not a big deal. He just sits a few desks away and he brings me coffee sometimes."

"You should ask him out."

"No." She chuckled, sipping her drink. "Dating is the last thing on my mind right now. I'm just tryna put all my energy into taking care of Soph right now."

"I totally get it. How's she adjusting?"

"She's kinda upset about it. She doesn't like only seeing her dad on the weekends. But, she's getting used to it."

"That's good."

"What about Eva?"

"She doesn't get it. It's all going over her head."

"Maybe that's a good thing."

"Yeah. Maybe."

"What about you? Any guy you're seeing?"

"I wouldn't exactly say I'm seeing him. But, you know Frank?"

"Frank? Frank....oh, Frank! Girl, he's hot!"

"I know." She grinned.

"This is nice." Angie laughed. "I haven't felt this relaxed in a while."

"Well, I'm glad I could help."

🤍

"Hey." Mikey opened the door. He let her inside to shield her from the chill of the December night. "How was your dinner with Tiff?"

"It was good, thanks. Is she all packed?"

"Yeah. Soph, come on down!"

The little girl came down the stairs bag in hand. She waved to her mother and hugged her father goodbye.

"You have fun?"

"Yeah."

"I gotta talk to your mom for a second. Why don't you go in the car, princess?"

"Okay." She hugged him once again before heading outside.

"Everything okay?" Angie asked.

"Yeah. What, I can't talk to you now?"

"What do you wanna talk about?"

"I miss you." He smirked.

"You miss me?"

"'Course I do. You miss me?"

"Of course."

"Then let me come home."

She sighed and looked down at her feet. "Listen, I don't wanna get your hopes up. I don't know if I'm ready."

"We could take it slow. We could have dinner together once a week like a family."

"But that's not exactly what we are anymore, is it?"

"We could be that again." He reached over and grabbed her hands. "I wanna be that again."

"I...Michael, I don't know."

"It's okay. You don't have to have an answer right now." He wrapped his arms around her and softly kissed her forehead. "Just think about it."

She sighed and let her body fall limp against his. Mikey softly rubbed her back with his thumb as she looked up at him.

"I'll think about it."

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@holyfied asked:

four nights .

four nights since fýlix's driver saved eva from a rain soaked stalker and ill intentions . four nights since she , drenched , climbed into the back seat of his car , sobbing . four nights since she still jumped whenever fýlix accidentally cast a shadow in the wrong spot in her sensitive vision .

he wanted her autonomy , as little encouraged as it was , to come back . he missed her spirit , her confidence - the little hints of it that he got here and there , now gone .

so he planned a small evening , at sundown , to go to one of the bookstores in the area having a poet read some work from a new collection . the lights would be dim , the moment intimate , and fýlix would be right there with her the entire time . then street food , of any kind , and back to the house .

now he just has to ask her . he has the tickets for the event in a little card , attached to a small sleeve of chocolate covered strawberries . to top it off , a bouquet of flowers already in a vase , more for rich scent and thick color than anything else .

it's already in the little study that he's thinking of giving to her , her own space for whatever interests she may have . carrying her , he brings her in where their morning coffee is already waiting for them , and gently sets her in her corner of the loveseat , right before the flowers . he kisses her temple as he moves to close the doors and give them some privacy , but he's listening for her response , his smile barely hidden . [fýlix ↝ evadne, mortal verse]

unprompted ask | Always Accepting

Evadne felt so incredibly stupid for what happened. She worked for a security company, she had training, she knew about the bad things that people could do. Yet she had let herself get so in her head with her daydreams that she didn't notice the creepy man approaching her. It was sheer luck that Fýlix's car was where it was. That his driver called out to her and that her boyfriend was in the back and able to cradle her until she felt safe.

Since then, she struggled greatly. She had refused to go home, she had refused to leave Fýlix's side. She had even refused to leave his house. All she knew was that he had great security, he made her feel safe and that her family was watching the surrounding streets and trying to track the creep down. For now she had just busied herself working from bed or the couch and curling up under the blankets to watch comfort movies in her love's arms - far more quiet and withdrawn than she had been before.

Yet Eva can't help the soft smile that pulls at her lips when he lifts her into his arms so effortlessly and tells her he has a surprise for her. She did like his surprises and the smile on his face told her that it was good. Holding onto him, she watched as he brought her to the study. The gifts were spotted before she was even set down and she gasped at how many components there were.

The coffees, the flowers, the box and the card.

"What's this? It's not our anniversary." She asks softly, reaching to pick up the vase to be able to admire the flowers in closer detail and sniff them. She knew their anniversary was in a few weeks, she tracked those details of their life closely.

"The flowers are beautiful! So pretty and all different pink colours." She describes them to him as he moves to sit beside her and holds them so he can smell them closer before putting them down.

"Should I open the box or the card first?" Her legs slip over his lap as they sit together, bringing the box and the card into her lap.

There was a pang of guilt that she hadn't gotten him anything, but she was learning that he just really liked getting things for her. And she was slowly learning to accept that.