#but of course the boss was freaked out about it and went through it

[fazcinatingblog]

My boss couldn't put the seek ad for the receptionist on last week because it was a full moon and she "doesn't like doing things on a full moon" yeah same

[bleedingoptimism]

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚

part 1

“You look pale,” Jeff comments making Eddie snort loudly.

Of course he looks pale, he’s got vampirism, doesn't he? But then again, so does Jeff and he looks great.

“When was the last time you fed?” He asks.

Eddie sighs heavily trying to reign in his bad mood. He knows Jeff’s just worried and wants to help, and he’s grateful to have run into an old friend from high school as soon as he moved into the big city. 

Because he’d be utterly lost without him.

He doesn't know where anything is, he gets lost in the subway, and he has no idea when he’s being charged too much for a muffin or suspiciously too little for a hotdog, or where all the blood markets are.

“Like, two weeks ago,” Eddie finally answers.

Jeff looks surprised but it’s not actually that bad, people with vampirism can go up to 4 to 5 weeks without blood. 

It’s not the same as those vampires from movies and books, they still eat food and they can stand in the sun with just minor cases of sunburn. There’s also the light sensitivity, making them all look like assholes wearing sunglasses everywhere.

Also, they are not allergic to garlic. Which, thank the heavens because Eddie loves garlic, a lot.

There’re a couple of side effects that do come in handy sometimes, like augmented hearing and smell. And the healing spit is super weird but nifty. No super strength regrettably, that would’ve been awesome.

Anyways, it’s like they have super anemia or something.

“I went to a blood bar, hooked up with some dude but. I didn't have a good time, at all. I kind of don't want to go back to bars for a while,” He elaborates and when Jeff frowns worried, he shakes his head,

“No, not like that. It’s just… the dude was like way too into it, you know? It kinda freaked me out.”

“What do you mean? Don't you find it hot? When you feed?” Jeff asks him, curious. 

Eddie nods quickly, “Yes, of course I do! It can be really sexy with the right person, but this guy, he was like- like way too loud and like, he was faking it? I don’t for who, though. And halfway through it, I started getting worried I’d accidentally hired someone instead of just hooked up and I didn’t have any money, and then I started thinking about money and my dick-”

“Ok! Ok, I get it.” Jeff thankfully interrupts him. “Dude, why didn’t you say something, I know of a place. I didn’t mention it before because it’s kind of boujee and handles itself a little differently.” 

“Oh? Do tell” Eddie tells him excitedly, he loves going to new places, especially if they are weird.

“Well, it’s real private, like ‘can’t get in unless you are on the list’ private. And it’s run by this girl. Blonde little thing, super cute. Scary as fuck. Everyone calls her ‘The Boss’” he says doing air quotes.

“Dramatic, I like it.” Eddie smiles.

Jeff chuckles, “So the gist of it it’s you go there and just hang out normally, like any other kind of bar. The place is beautiful, the music is good, and the drinks are delicious. But what's interesting about this place is the hostesses,” he says and even does a little pause for effect before continuing, “Similar to a blood bar there’re people there willing to be fed on but what’s cool about it is they get to choose.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, “That sounds kind of fun, actually.”

“Right? And it feels, safer somehow? For them?” Jeff agrees and Eddie nods and smiles at him, waiting for him to keep going.

“Anyway, the hostesses choose and then you get to go upstairs and talk through what you want to happen, just feeding, sex, talking, anything they agree to, it's on the table. I once ended up just playing a game of Uno with the girl I fed on and two other hostesses that hadn't picked anyone that night.” he finishes and Eddie laughs delightedly.

“Ok, this place sounds amazing, what’s the catch?” 

“Well, you have to pay an entry fee, the drinks are expensive and there’s always the possibility you’ll leave empty-handed. The first time is free though,” Jeff says.

“Like drugs,” Eddie replies and Jeff nods solemnly, 

“You know the hostesses can be kind of addicting.” 

…

That night, on the way there, Jeff tells him they have to sign a guest list at the entrance,

“No one uses their real name, not because the place is shady or anything! But because they want to leave that choice to us and the hostesses if you ever get too close with one. It's not like, frowned upon.”

Eddie nods listening intently, he feels kind of nervous in a way he hasn't in a while, but he’s not sure why.

“Also, secret nicknames are fun! I’m known as Jay there. So please don’t dox me. Or yourself.” Jeff tells him.

After careful consideration, Eddie smiles and says, “I’ll be… Strider”

“Nerd”

“Shut up, you are just jealous you didn't come up with it yourself”

Jeff laughs, “You got me there,” he says, and then, “We are here�� and he opens a big glass windowed door and vows to Eddie, inviting him in.

Eddie chuckles and enters and immediately almost runs into someone—a tall, massive guy with short curly hair and the shadow of a beard.

“Hey freak,” Jeff greets calmly, “He’s with me,”

Eddie cringes at the nickname, bad memories from high school bullying. But the dude just nods and gives Jeff the tiniest of smiles, so he figures it’s the nickname the bouncer chose for himself.

They enter and sign their name in the guest book, a girl about their age with dirty blond hair and hundreds of freckles on her nose and cheeks is there and she asks Eddie a couple of questions. Not in a weird way, but in a ‘you are new and I’m curious’ kind of way.

Eddie feels comfortable and excited as they go in.

Jeff was right, the place is beautiful. The lobby leads to a big room with high ceilings and fake candle-lit lamps. The chairs and tables are antiques and all different but roughly the same time period so they look good together. There’re old signs and posters from all kinds of drinks and different products adorning the walls. And the music is instrumental and oldie too, sounds like probably 40s or 50s.

It is incredibly boujee. But in a fun way, cozy and warm.

They get a seat at a small round table in a corner and Jeff lets Eddie look around for a while before asking,

“So? Weird right? It’s like stepping into another time,”

Eddie snorts, “Yeah, one that has no idea which time period it wants to repre- who is that?”

Jeff looks at where Eddie is looking and sighs, “Of course you noticed Sunshine,”

“Sunshine?” Eddie sighs.

“That’s what they call him. Because apparently he smells like flowers and summer and tastes like orgasms or something,” Jeff says amused rolling his eyes.

The guy, Sunshine, is probably the prettiest person he’s ever seen in his life, definitely the most beautiful man in this room. His face is a contradiction of sharp and round angles that is just absolutely perfect, and he’s wearing a black suit that clings to his body like a second skin, showing off his big shoulders and his tiny waist. He’s looking around the room with big, brown eyes that look bored as he leans against a wall like he’s above it all, he’s a fucking dream.

Eddie swallows audibly and looks smirking at Jeff for a second before his eyes drift back to the man, “Tastes like what, you said” he teases and Jeff snorts.

“Not that anyone would know, as far as I know, he’s never taken anyone upstairs,” he tells Eddie in a conspiratory tone.

That makes him incredibly curious, “Really? Why is he still here then?”

“I don’t know for sure, mostly rumors but he’s the boss’s favorite, that’s for sure. Oh!” Jeff exclaims and then nods his head to a girl sitting on the other side of the room, in a big fancy-looking chair that looks more like a throne than a simple piece of furniture.

She’s got blonde hair up in a ponytail and she’s wearing a flowery dress but there's something about the way she looks around the room, something about the way people walk around her and look at her, with respect or fear, or maybe both. She’s fucking intimidating.

While Eddie’s looking, the girl from the front desk, with the freckles, comes to sit on a small stool beside the “throne”, there’s another one on the other side that’s empty. The blonde girl moves her hand towards freckles and she kisses it and then her shoulder and smiles as she leans in closer and starts whispering to her.

It’s kind of surreal. 

“That’s The Boss, and the girl from the entrance, that’s Sparrow. She’s her girl.” Jeff explains.

“Respect for looking scary in a sundress,” Eddie comments.

And Jeff nods, “Anyways my theory is, Sunshine is actually just a bodyguard and not a hostess but the people that come here like to think they actually have a chance with him, so no one says anything to the contrary.”

Eddie snorts and nods, it makes sense. It's actually very good marketing, just like the ‘the first one is free’ thing. That boss girl is really smart with her business.

Jeff and he get a few drinks and they chat calmly, Jeff isn't looking to go upstairs tonight, he only came by to accompany Eddie and Eddie knows he should be looking around, trying to make eye contact with someone, but he can stop staring at Sunshine.

He even looked at their table at one point, and Eddie thought he was going to faint. He was scanning the room as he apparently does every couple of minutes when he caught Jeff’s eye and Jeff lifted his hand in greeting.

And Sunshine’s face completely transformed, his bored calculating expression changed into a beautiful smile that made his eyes shine. He wiggled his fingers at Jeff cutely before going back to looking like fucking Droopy Dog. If Droopy was the sexiest motherfucker alive. It was amazing to see.

Eddie’s jaw almost hit the table and he turned to look at Jeff stunned and he just shrugged,

“Sunshine was one of the hostesses I ended up playing Uno with. He’s fucking vicious,” he says smiling at the memory.

Eddie chuckles as his eyes follow Sunshine moving across the room, he just can't. Stop. Looking.

But the thing is, Sunshine is looking back now. Keeping eye contact with him obviously and unashamed. It’s thrilling and it makes shivers run down his spine.

He watches as Sunshine sits on the stool on the other side of The Boss’s throne and grabs her hand and holds it, intertwining their fingers. 

The Boss and her girl turn and look at him and the three of them start whispering, looking at him.

“Dude,” he says and turns to Jeff to see if he’s seeing what he’s seeing.

Jeff looks from him to the whispering party, “Un fucking believable, first time here and tonight is the night Sunshine is taking someone upstairs” he says looking fed up, but clearly in a joking manner.

“Is that what you think it’s happening? No way,” Eddie shakes his head as Sparrow says something that makes The Boss chuckle but Sunshine speaks up and she sobers up immediately. Curious.

“He’s looking right at you, he probably went to ask Sparrow about you,” Jeff insists.

“Maybe he’s looking at you”

“He’s seen me before,” Jeff scoffs.

He’s about to reply but their conversation gets interrupted by someone shily clearing their throat. A girl, a hostess, is looking at him with curious eyes, and shit… she’s cute and looks like a nice person but, Eddie can’t- he needs to know what those looks from Sunshine meant.

He needs him.

He looks back at the group quickly to see Sunshine and The Boss in deep conversation and Sparrow… is she glaring at him?

He rejects the girl, as nicely as possible and Jeff scoffs and murmurs ‘unbelievable’ under his breath again as Eddie turns to look back at Sunshine.

Who is walking toward them, holy shit.

“Holy shit,” Jeff says and then moves to stand. Eddie grabs his wrist and tries to pull him back.

“Wait what are you doing, dont-” But Jeff frees himself and starts walking away,

“Good luck!” He sings songs and then leaves him alone.

part 1: you are here

part 2: 👄

part 3: 🩸

bonus content: ☀️

ao3: 🌙

art: 🦇

coffee?☕🥐💕

[anti-the-glitch-bitch]

To be or not to be (a blackmailer) part 3

Duke thinks of how ironic it is that he named his ability the ghost sense when he never believed in ghosts. He understood the confusion when people found out about it for the first time. For the record, Duke has seen some absolutely crazy things, but he has never seen a ghost. He knows Justice League Dark has a ghost informant that was made by magic or something like that, but he doesn't know if that actually counts as a ghost.

Imagine Duke's surprise when he was walking around the shopping district of Gotham, and he sees this bright light in the vague shape of a person also walking around. Well, he wouldn't call it walking. It was more like floating. Anyway, it seemed to go from store to store where it would disappear for a few minutes inside the store and then come out again a little bit later. Whatever the thing was filled Duke with intrigue and, just like the rest of the Batfam, he had to investigate this phenomenon.

That was harder done than said. At times the vague shape would look exactly like some guy who looked kinda familiar but also not really, and then other times, it was so bright he had a hard time looking at it. It also seemed to get faster the more he followed it. A few times, when the thing looked more person like it seemed to stare directly at him with a cocked head, and then it would take off and disappear for a few minutes. It was really, really weird.

After a good couple of hours, Duke finally lost the weird thing in a crowded grocery store, where it disappeared through a wall and never reappeared. Confounded, Duke immediately called for a family meeting because if ghosts were real and his ghost sense wasn't just a made-up name, then he wanted to know so he could freak out later.

Bruce immediately called up Constantine (it took several calls to the weird magic guy and a call to Zatanna before the guy actually answered the phone), who started cussing worse than any sailor and told Bruce that he'd be there in a few hours to take a look around. Chaos erupted at that news, and the clan gathered around Duke, bombarding him with a million questions that he didn't have answers for.

Duke did, in fact, freak out later that night.

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Danny just wanted to check out the stores in the nicer parts of Gotham without having to worry about being mugged or some crazy villain popping up where he was, so of course, he went there invisible and intangible. Imagine his surprise when he caught some guy following him around. At first, Danny thought it was just a coincidence. It wasn't until he came out of the third store that he noticed the guy staring at him with shock and confusion.

He did a few experiments and visited a few more stores before being absolutely certain that he was being stalked. It would have been pretty unnerving if Danny had been honest with himself. He didn't need any of the Bats catching wind of him here. He's dead, which is a medical condition, but Batman may not see it like that and consider him meta.

Everyone knows how Batman feels about metas.

The guy followed Danny for hours until he just couldn't take it anymore. He went into the busiest store he could find, which just so happened to be a grocery store. The creep, of course, followed him in, but Danny lost him by walking out the back wall of the store and flying off.

He was quite upset that he couldn't buy anything while he was out. He'd just have to wait for another day off to actually go shopping, not that he could afford much in this part of town. Still, it was coming up on Tim and his 4-month anniversary, and Danny wanted to get him something special. Maybe his boss will let him leave work early tomorrow?

Part 2-To be or not to be (a blackmailer) part 2 – @anti-the-glitch-bitch on Tumblr

Part 4-To be or not to be (a blackmailer) part 4 – @anti-the-glitch-bitch on Tumblr

[itsmarsss]

Scandalous [Blitzø x Fem!Succubus!Reader x Stolas] (Helluva Boss) pt. 9 - If I Had a Nickel

pt 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4 | pt. 5 | 1st bonus | pt. 6 | pt. 7 | pt. 8 | pt. 9 | 2nd bonus

Getting into a weird three-way situation with an imp and a succubus isn’t exactly considered classy, Stolas.

If Blitzø had a nickel for every ex of one his friends’ he’d fucked he’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice, right?

Word count: 6,117

Warnings: since it’s something concubi need to survive, having sex with humans for that need is not considered cheating between them in of itself. doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel shitty. you’ll get this when you get to it. this takes place during spring broken but I’ve already said do not take the shows timeline as entirely the same as my own lol. Spring broken will have happened after Exes and Ohhs but Exes and Ohhs will have happened before Ozzie’s in this fic. Kind of sexual/physical assault of Moxxie (same that happens in the episode, nothing graphic or anything), pretty tense chapter, Verosika is very much a bitch here but don’t worry abt it.

If you were to say so yourself, things have been pretty okay the past few weeks, which is a great freaking accomplishment, especially with Spring Break coming up.

Apart from being emotionally hard, considering the... well, the memories tied to it, Spring Break just makes you anxious, more than ever now that you actually had access to the human world during it with Stolas’ Grimoire.

… Which is the exact concern Ozzie expressed during the last sleepover you had at his place the previous week.

But you got this under control.

Of course, you'd still be careful, planning on staying in the office more often until you could find yourself less nervous about going up, and you made sure to tell him that.

Besides, there's plenty things more fun and more important for you to think of. You've been hanging out with Blitzø a lot these days, and you were actually having fun with the ‘trade’ with Stolas that you were now an official part of. You and Milllie managed to keep the weekly sleepover nights pretty consistent, Loona hasn't been in such a terrible mood lately and, therefore, Moxxie has been significantly calmer, too. You'd even managed to be sooo brave and keep yourself calm enough to make small talk with Fizz when Ozzie left the two of you alone for a few minutes in one your nights over at their place. Hey, maybe next week you can ask him a question, even!

Not much, admittedly, but progress nonetheless. Befriending your best friend's boyfriend is a little nerve-wrecking, especially when he’s so wary of the fact that you’re the only demon in hell with the power to confirm the rumors about them are real and have shit hit the fan for them.

You even- wait.

You recognize the song the very second it starts playing, taking you out of your thoughts and glancing at Blitzø as he turns the volume all the way up.

“You were the spicy little demon with the bleach blonde hair-“ you sing along with the car radio, holding an imaginary microphone to yourself before holding it to Blitzø.

“F-fiending for some- uhh- yeah, when I caught your stare!” Blitzø tries to sing along into it as he drives and you laugh at his attempt to sing the lyrics, already knowing he'd get most of them somewhat wrong, before leaning towards him so you can both sing into the imaginary mic together.

“Thought it might be love- but what?”

“But you went too far! Fucked all my friends and-“ Blitzø’s eyes widen so much they might as well fall off their sockets. “Holy shit-“ He steers the wheel so violently everyone thrashes around in the car, everyone in the backseat falling over each other and pushes the brakes forcefully, making the car come to a stop abruptly and he immediately proceeds to shove his head through the open window to yell at whoever it was that, as you could see now, had parked in his designated parking space. “Oh, you suck for life, do ya?”

He even goes through the trouble of fumbling to grab a megaphone he apparently kept in the glove compartment for... situations like this? Well, something like that. He continues yelling out insults until the sight of who comes out of the car makes him stop speaking completely.

It’s a hard task making Blitzø shut his mouth, you gotta give her that.

“Oh, shit. Verosika.” You state out loud, but it's more to yourself than anything. What's weird is that Blitzø says the exact same thing, the exact same time.

"Oh, shit. Verosika?” He asks, and you figure it's more to himself than anything as well. He turns to face you for a moment, blinking a few times before speaking. “You know her?”

“Uhhh…. “ So much for things being good lately. You want to stall as much as you can, you want to vanish from where you were, you want the floor to swallow you whole never to be seen again. The most you can do about all of that is trying to sink down on your seat so she doesn't see you, but it’s no use, really. She pops her bubblegum and grins at you. She already has.

“Blitzo.”

“I should have known you’d be here. I could smell fish from miles, which is odd, because I believe the nearest ocean is-” he pushes himself so far out the window he ends up falling face-first to the floor, but gets up as quick as he can just so he can finish his insult. “Three rings down!”

“And I should’ve known you’d be here when I heard the amber alerts.”

“Oh, yeah? I’m surprised they let your fat ass out of rehab.” She was in rehab? Again? “I can see you're still a drunken whore, clutching onto that beelzejuice bottle like its the last cock in hell!”

“They let me out because I’m still famous. And rehab is for sad, loser washups. So… your sister says hi. You wanna come out now, y/n? I'm sure you're familiar with the subject."

You sigh, deciding it’s better to confront her right now than to let her say too much, and so you get out of the car, walking towards where her and Blitzø stood. “Hi.”

“Hi? That’s all you have to say?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“For starters, what the fuck is going on, maybe?”

“What do you mean?”

“Getting with my fucking ex? Now that’s low even for you.”

“Your ex? Who's your ex?”

“Oh so you didn't know I dated him, that’s totally not why you’re here with him right now. Right.”

“You dated her?”

“Yeah, we dated for a while,” Blitzø shrugs. Oh, no.

“Yeah, until he ran off leaving me to pay for the hotel room, stole my car and-” Blitzø joins in, finishing word for word what she had to say, like he'd heard the speech a million times before. You don't doubt he has. “-ran three rings to wrath and max my credit cards on shitty horse-riding lessons!”

“Goddamit, whore, you will not let that go!”

“You… did that?”

“What, you gonna crucify me for it? How the fuck do you even know each other? Were you friends or something?"

“I- uh-”

“We dated too. Unfortunately.” Verosika spits out.

Blitzø turns to face you. “Wait what? You dated my ex?”

“Well I definitely dated her first. That tattoo was not there,” you point at the tattooed heart with Blitzø’s name crossed out inside of it, and Verosika instantly covers it with her coat.

“That’s true. Until… well, I’ll let the slut tell you what she did,” she tells Blitzø before smiling at you. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I'm doing a bit of freelance for one of the infinitely more successful companies in the building, and they wanted to have me come in this week to lead their team during Spring Break. Hey, maybe you wanna come too? Oh, wait, I forgot you’re on the big guy’s watchlist. Maybe he can give you a pemission slip?"

You avoid her gaze, feeling smaller than ever at the dig. She laughs at your reaction.

Blitzø interferes. “Well I don't know what that fucking means. But you said a week? No, no, you are not parking here for a fucking week.”

“Aw, you mad, Blitzø? Choke on a sandpaper cock.” She walks away flipping him off, and he chases after her.

You stay right where you are.

Blitzø follows suit behind her and threatens to call HR lest she parks somewhere else, which understandably sends all three of them into a laughing fit at the ridiculousness of the thought. Verosika snaps her fingers signaling to whoever her guard hound she’s parading around is to go, both exiting the parking lot.

As soon as they're gone, Loona barges out of the van. “You guys know Verosika Mayday?”

“Oh, yeah, her, yeah, we dated.”

“Yeah. Same.”

“Wait. You both dated Verosika Mayday?”

"Apparently."

“Ha! Now that’s karma.”

“Shut up, Moxxie,” Blitzø tells him.

“Was it before or after she became a popstar?” Millie asks.

“Sir. You dated a popstar?”

“Okay, why are you all acting like thats such a shock? Where's all that negative energy for y/n?”

“Hello? It’s Verosika Mayday.” Loona says, in a tone that's meant to shove it in his face that what they're trying to say is obvious.

“It’s… you.” Millie adds.

“I just- I mean, y/n is understandable. But you? Was she suffering some form of brain damage?”

“Okay, look, you are all making this into a way bigger deal than it needs to be. I don't pry into your stupid personal lives.”

A chorus of different ways to tell him he does, all the time, erupts from the three, you even joining in with a “dude, yeah you do.”

“What was sex with her like?” Millie asks you, and you feel like you’re going to short-circuit. This is not something you want to get into right now.

“Millie!” Moxxie exclaims before you can even say anything in return.

“What? She’s a popstar! You'd wanna know what sex with Michael Crawford was like.”

Moxxie opens his mouth to dispute her but stops himself. “Touché.”

“So, tell me later?” Millie asks you.

“Just drop it!" Blitzø exclaims. "Millie, find a temporary spot for that truck, okay?” He throws the keys to her. “Looney, Moxxie, Y/n, let’s go handle this shit.”

You take the elevator, and Loona begins to nervously pull on her hair. “Do you think they saw me? Fuck, I did my makeup shitty today.”

“Oh, you look perfect, Looney! Like alwaysss” Blitzø tells her, and she rolls her eyes.

“Shut up da- Blitz.” She shoves him away.

“You look great, Loons. Not coming from your dad.”

“Ugh, don’t say ‘dad’,” Loona complains, storming off, presumably to the office, but bumps into the hellhound Verosika had been with in the parking lot, who you assume is her bodyguard.

Loona stutters as she tries to apologize for bumping into him, clearly flustered, and hey, you get why.

Blitzø notices it too, though, and immediately goes into protective dad mode, throwing himself between the two. “Aww, big man, where’s yout bitch bag of an employer?”

The bodyguard doesn’t seem amused by Blitzø’s try at being intimidating, a bored-as-ever look on his face. “She’s in her office. There wasn’t room on the second floor, so they rented one here on this one,” he explained, pointing at the door….

The door right across from the I.M.P. office.

Great. Awesome. Fucking fantastic.

“Oh, come on!” Blitzø exclaims, frustrated as well.

The guy laughs and shrugs before walking out. “Sorry, man.”

“Oh, no, you don’t, bitch,” Blitzø mumbles under his breath, eyes trained on Verosika’s door.

Moxxie chimes in. “Sir! How about you let me go in and try to reason with her? You two clearly have a history with her, but I’ll be immune to her insults! I don’t really listen to what’s classified as ‘pop genre’ music, so her status to me is-”

“Moxxie, shut the fuck up and go,” Blitzø interrups, and Moxxie goes on his way, entering the office. Through the blurred glass wall, you could make out the silhouette of Verosika and two other concubi.

From outside, it’s still possible to hear what he says to her, and it is pitiful. “Hello Ms…. Verosika, was it? I work for IMP and it is actually rather important for us to retain the singular parking space we were assigned, because-”

One of the concubi interrupts him, and you swear you find the voice familiar. “Aw, look at the little one! He’s got a little bowtie!”

“Please don’t condescend me, ma’am. I’m-”

An incubus pops out of nowhere, offering to do something you can’t quite make out to him.

“A… kind offer, but… I’m married.”

Verosika leans down to Moxxie’s level. “Hey, why don’t you send a little message from me back to your limp-dick boss and his new girlfriend?”

Oh fuck, oh fuck-

They’re on him in a second, the true forms showing through the blurred glass as silhouettes..

“Shit, Moxxie!”

“Moxxie, don’t let her access any of your holes!” Blitzø yells at him.

“We should go inside!” You tell him, but it’s a mere second before Moxxie’s thrown out the door. You help him get up, and you can’t help but worry if he’s okay. “Mox?”

“I- I gotta go lie down, now,” he tells you, walking into the I.M.P. office.

For a second, Blitzø looks worried about him too. And then that’s replaced with anger. “Oh, this won’t stand!” He screams, kicking open the door to Verosika’s new office and promptly yelling at her. “Alright, cunt, that’s it! If you’re gonna be shitty to my employees, then I challenge you to a fucking…challenge! Fuck, I said that twice.”

“Is this imp boy starting a demon duel?” Fuck. It’s Izabeth. That’s why the voice was familiar. You remember being her friend too. Now she glanced at you as you stood by the door like you were nothing.

All of them did.

“I think he is!” Verosika replies, seemingly excited. “What’s the game, then, Blitzo?” Of course she insisted in calling him that, too.

“Every year you STD spreaders go up topside for easy picking while Spring Break is a prime time for crime of all kind.” You know he says it to hurt her, but his words hurt you too. Does he think that about you, too? Is that how he sees you? Is that how they all see you? There’s not much time to dwell on that just then. He keeps on. “So I bet you succu-bitches can’t fuck as many people as we can off by the end of the day.”

They all laugh at him, and, yeah, you would too if you were in their place, probably.

When Blitzø doesnt back down, she leans down to be at face-level with him. “Oh, you’re serious? Well, then we’re gonna talk rules.”

“Rules? You fuck and we kill why would we need rules?”

“Her.” She points at you with a gloved claw, and your eyes widen. “She can’t seduce anyone to lure them to be killed.”

“What? That’s bullshit!”

“Hey, I’m only making things fair! Seducing the humans is our thing. And you wouldn’t believe how good she is at that. There would be none left for us, would there?” she grins.

“Oh fuck you, Verosika,” you say, tired of the witty remarks about the past you so desperately wanted to bury.

“Bet you still would if I let you.” She leans down to face Blitzø once again. “Fair?”

“Okay. We don’t need that anyway.”

“Alright then. Game on, bitch.”

[. . .]

Blitzø manages a whole two seconds of silence as you walk to the office before he just has to say something. “So. Ya wanna tell me what that whole thing was about?”

“What do you mean?”

“The way she was acting super shady and talking shit about you? She said she’d let you explain what you did to her and that’s saying something cause when it comes to me? Oh she looooves talking about what I did to her.”

“I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“Huh. I’ll get it out of you somehow. But. Apparently you were like some sort of human seducing machine is what I hear? Why do we take so little advantage of that?”

“Cause we don’t need to. I’m an assassin now. I kill. I don’t need to seduce anyone to do that.”

“Okay! Okay, geez. Whatever. But don’t think I forgot whatever that was about you being on some “big guy’s watchlist”.”

You wish he would.

The two of you are the last ones to enter the meeting room, and you take a seat next to Loona as Blitzø stands in front of the big white board with stupid shit drawn all over it.

“Alright, shut your assholes! Here’s how we’re gonna do this shit.” He pulls out a drawing of yourselves, seemingly out of nowhere, and points to it as if it explained everything, when in reality it was pretty much indecipherable. “First, we find a fuck ton of clients. We portal up. We have our fun murder time as per usual. We pile all the bodies into a big fucking canoe. We push said canoe into some water. We light it on fire to attract the sharks and eagles and maybe a goose too, fuck it. They come and eat the bodies, we win the bet, we rub it in that sloppy bitch’s drunken whore-ass face, do you have any questions?”

“A canoe?” You ask.

“Why do we have to light them on fire?” Millie follows.

“Uh, yeah, why was that nonsense?”

“That one wasn’t a question.”

“That wasn’t a plan.”

“I’m sorry, that was a flawless presentation of what we should do, Mox, it’s not my fault you got a smooth little brain upstairs.”

“A what, now?”

“I’m calling you slow, Moxxie. God, why don’t you learn to take criticism, you talentless baby fucked troll?”

Moxxie climbs up to stand on the table, fuming. “Why don’t you take an art class?”

“Why don’t you see how expensive they are?” Blitzø yells back, pulling on the collar of Moxxie’s dress shirt.

“Hey, is there a way I can come with you guys this time?” Loona questions, nonchalant, interrupting whatever it was that was happening between the two and making everyone turn to look at her.

“Absolutely not, I forbid it. Not gonna happen. Sorry, sweetie, Spring Break is no place for young, vulnerable goth girls. You know the kind of freaks up there who drool all over you!”

“Just let the girl go, Blitzø,” you tell him, and he gives you a dirty look.

“Yeah, Blitz! I can blend in with humans easy enough. Just let me tag along!”

“Wait. Say that again.”

“I can… blend in with humans?”

“Do you have a human disguise?” Millie asks her, and you stop to think of it too. Since when has that been going on? Everyone’s seen yours plenty enough, even though you didn’t use it every single time you went up. How did you somehow miss the fact that Loona had a disguise of her own?

“Yeah, don’t all of you? I’ve seen y/n’s.”

The three share looks between each other, similar looks of deer caught in headlights.

“Wait. Are you the only one who has one?” Loona asks you.

“Well, yeah.”

“The three dickheads have been screwing around on Earth this whole fucking time without human disguises? And you’ve been letting them?”

“Hey how’s that my fault? Not like I can conjure disguises for them.”

“Hey now, we have to focus here! New plan. Y/n’s not allowed to use her human disguise cause apparently she’s this huge human awe-ing machine or something. But they didn’t say we couldn’t use Looney’s. Looney, you can help lure the humans to us and we’ll take care of the rest. Real simple, yeah?”

“Wait what’s that about a human aweing machine?” Moxxie questions.

“Unimportant,” you reply.

“How about the new plan, then?” Blitzø asks.

“Flawless logic,” Millie says.

“I think you’re missing the biggest issue, sir. Isn’t it crucial to have a client who demands enough kills to win this bet? We aren’t just going up to massacre!”

Moxxie has a point. But, surprisingly, it seems Blitzø has thought of that already.

“I got that covered.”

Blitzø takes out a blank piece of paper, scribbling away on it with the markers you bought him for his birthday a few months prior. After finishing whatever it was he was doing with it, he takes you all outside, revealing the handmade flyer as he glued it to a lamppost just outside the building.

Spring break

Victim

50% off!!

It even had a drawing of his very happy doodle-self beside a decapitated person and, naturally, various horse drawings scattered around the page that had nothing to do with anything. As charming as it was, there was really no way this single tiny flyer could attract anyone, let alone enough clients to have you win the bet with Verosika.

“Now, we wait.”

Moxxie voices thoughts similar to yours. “Sir, there is no way we are going to get enough clients by the end of the day with one poorly spelled, bad-grammar flyer!”

It takes less than a single minute for the street to be packed with people waiting in line in front of it.

Blitzø opens a cocky grin, laughing at Moxxie and elbowing his side before walking up to the first few people in line. “Now, who’s first?”

Okay, maybe he had this under control, after all. Huh.

[. . .]

Satan, Spring Break was… the exact same.

It was the absolute same as it ever had been, down to the thick, thick scent of hormones, sweat and bodily fluids mixed with sunscreen and a hint of weed, up to the obnoxiously loud music and even more obnoxiously loud people.

As annoying as it was to think of it now,, Spring Break did serve you a great deal in the past. Easiest, quickest way to human sex you’d ever encountered. The weeks of Spring Break could be enough to saciate a concubus’ need to go up for a long time if you were smart about it.

They were supposed to be enough, at least.

It’s been quite a few years since you’ve been up on Earth during this time of the year. Ozzie would not be pleased to hear about it, and he’d probably still go on and on about how irresponsible and careless you were being, but if you could get through this, and you truly felt you could, then maybe you could make him proud, too. Happy for you, even.

Well. Nothing like a little murder to get your mind off of things these past couple years. What’s some more?

“Now, remember, we can’t be seen, alright? And loose shots will likely cause a panic, so Loona can help with leading targets to a better spot to off ‘em. You got thhe, Looney?”

Loona takes a sniff at the piece of paper before nodding, standing up to change into her human disguise. Blitzø beams at her appearance.

“Oh, Looney, look at you, you look downright awful! I am so proud. Now fetch!” He points to the packed beach, and she does as said.

Luring the humans was going rather easily with Loona’s help. Blitzø wasn’t wrong, they were all over her. All it took was a look and a ‘come here’ motion, and she could take them wherever she needed: dark alleys where Blitzø could blow their heads off with a gun as she leaned back and watched, by the bridge where Millie could push them to their death and Moxxie could take care of the body, by some hidden corner where you could behead them… yeah, things were going pretty okay, and you had nine kills in no time.

Blitzø was just bragging about it to no one in particular when her voice came on.

“Alright, Spring Breakers! Y’all ready to get fucked up and make som ebitching bad choices?” Verosika announces from up on the stage, where she stood in her human disguise while huge pink-colored screens read ‘fuck you blitzo’ on them in block letters all around her.

“Fuck, she’s gonna sing. We’re not gona stand a chance,” you say, more to yourself than anyone else.

And that’s exactly what she does. “This is your final boarding call. All aboard.”

Pack your bags

Sun’s out

Take a vacay, babe

Take it straight to bonetown

V-time, free time, baby, relax

Self-care, no hair, brazilian wax

Hornt-up, succu-bus to the beach

Catch some rays while catching some D

It takes less than a whole minute for all the concubi she’d come up to earth with to find themselves busy with one, two or more humans each. Which makes up more than the total kills up until now.

“Goddamnit, that bitch started her goadish mating call! Now she’s gonna win all these sex maniacs, we gotta pick things up, guys.”

You nod in agreement, motioning to a guy throwing up beside you. “How about him?”

“Is he on the list, Looney?” Blitzø asks, but she’s… distracted. Of course, it’s pretty clear what’s going on.

“Yeah. Yeah I think so,” she replies, and it doesn’t reassure you at all, not when her whole undivided attention is trained on the Vortex guy who you have to admit looks pretty hot in his human disguise. And hey, he looked human but he wasn’t human, so you wonder if it would- no. Fuck, no. You’re not here for anything other than killing the targets in the list.

Loona’s reply seems enough for Blitzø, who grabs an axe from who-the-fuck-knows-where and quite literally slices the man in half after getting asked if he’s a leprechaun. “Alright, Looney, c’mon, who’s next? Looney? Loon- Looney? Where’s my baby?”

Blitzø immediately panics as he can’t find her where she just was a second ago, and you grab him by the shoulders to turn him in her direction as she walks up to talk to Vortex, making to take care of disposing of the leprechaun guy’s corpse with Millie’s help as Blitzø just stares for a moment before following her.

Pack your bags

Sun’s out

Take a vacay, babe

Take it straight to bonetown

Verosika takes a swig out of a flask before yelling out “now, who wants a piece of this?” and throwing it to the audience. The liquid ends up spilled into many people’s drinks as it flies through the air before landing on the ocean water, and it takes about three seconds for your suspicions about what was in the flask to be proven right as you notice the way people are acting now- that sure as shit wasn’t just alcohol..

You and Millie find Moxxie after you’re done, and he’s watching Blitzø pathetically try to cockblock Loona. He sighs. “Aaaan, we’ve lost him. It’s looking like it’s up to us to handle this list. You wanna make sure he doesn’t blow our cover?” He asks you, and you sigh in annoyance.

“Not like I get to want anything.” You stand up regardless, making your way to where the three stood while Millie and Moxxie began their speed-run (speed-kill?) of the target list.

“What, I can’t have a break?” Is the first thing you hear from the conversation, coming from Loona.

You immediately interrupt, scolding Blitzø. “Blitz you need to get the fuck out of here you’re gonna get us into shit!”

“That’s exactly what I just said!” Loona tells you.

“That is exactly what she just said, actually,” Vortex comments and you ignore it.

“A break? We have a parking spot on the line!” Blitzø yells back, and you know he’s actually being protective of her but pretending it’s about something else.

Vortex decides to tell him off too. “Hey, dude, why dont you chill out?”

“Why don’t you stay out of it? ‘Kay? This is our business.” He holds up another one of his doodles with his tail for a second. “Literally.”

Loona growls in frustration at him. “Fuck, Blitz! Why can’t you stay out of my face for, like, five minutes?”

“Because I adopted you! And that should mean something!” He turns his back to her, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly.

“Oh, what does it matter? You’re not my real dad. I was almost eighteen!”

“It still counts!”

“Well, it shouldn’t!”

“Loon-” you try to stop her. You know her well enough to know she’ll feel bad for saying whatever she’s saying right now, but it’s no use.

“No! I didn’t need him then and I don’t need him now. You hear that, Blitz? I. Don’t. Need. You!” She’s the one to turn her back to him this time, and he looks back at her with tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“Okay, look, I know that hurt, but you can’t be out here, Blitz.”

“But- but Looney-”

“She just wants to talk to a cute guy without getting embarrassed. Let her be normal. She doesn’t mean it.”

“Oh how are you so fucking sure, huh? You keep secrets.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You ask him as you shove him away from the large group of people.

“Yeah I said it. You’re a- you’re a secret keeper! Who are you to know if people mean what they say?”

“Blitz, if this is about what Verosika said-”

“Oh but it is! It is about what Verosika said! Or what she didn’t say actually. Do we even know you?”

“My life before you is none of your fucking business- fuck.” you lose track of what you were going to yell at him when you see Moxxie get thrown in the air, getting exposed to a few people around where he lands on the sand. Blitzø’s eyes follow yours.

“Ah! Oh, my god, it’s a fucking possum!” A woman exclaims, pointing at Moxxie, to which he curses under his breath before some guy grabs him from the ground and shoves him into a beer cooler, immediately throwing it around in the air with Moxxie inside.

“Come on, we gotta go help Mox out,” you tell Blitzø.

“Ya hear that, Looney? I’m gonna go kill something. You enjoy your break!” He childishly yells to her.

You find Moxxie at the same time as Millie does. Pulls the cooler’s lid open and he falls out of it, clearly drunk off his mind from the beer. She stands over him and he calls out her name excitedly from where he lies on the sand. “Millie! Hi. Hey. Hey, where did you get four heads? I wanna kiss ‘em!” He makes grabby hands and a kissy face at her, to which she just smiles in return at the drunken state he’s in. It’s sweet, actually.

“Come on, Mox,” she mumbles before helping him stand up. He’s so wasted he needs to lean on her to keep himself standing.

“You guys okay?” Blitzø asks her.

“Yeah, we-” Millie starts, but is interrupted by… well…

“Ooh! Fish!” Moxxie exclaims, giggling, as he points to the huge, monstrous creature that rose out of the ocean, killing everything in it’s way out of the water and causing panic to overcome everyone in the beach, resulting in a screaming, bloody mess all over.

Personally, that’s not the word you’s use for it, but sure. A fish.

The fish captures Moxxie with its gross, gigantic tongue, pulling him towards itself before attempting to swallow the imp. Fuck.

Millie shares a look with you before promptly killing a man, stealing the glass bottle he held and improvising a molotov cocktail, throwing it at the creature and stunning it enough to fall back in the shallow part of the water. “Kill the rest of ‘em! Go!” She yells out to you and Blitzø, which is enough for you to trust her to solve the situation on her own.

You and Blitzø resume to killing whoever more you could identify as targets, a harder task now that they were panicking and running around in a frenzy, but you manage to get about six before Millie’s done, cutting the creature’s tongue off as it held Moxxie and sending him flying over towards Blitzø, where Blitzø, who manages to catch him in his arms, making one of the targets shocked enough for you to put a bullet though their head.

Millie finally begins to walk up to where you are after killing the monster, chest heaving with heavy breaths and spitting a little blood on the sand, but otherwise okay.

“Is Mox alright?” Is the very first thing she asks.

“Oh, yeah, he’s fine! Way to show off, Mills!” Blitzø yells, and she smiles. You give her a fist bump as she approaches you before she grabs a giggling Moxxie off of Blitzø’s arms, and she can’t help but laugh herself.

“This is funny. I’m soooooo drinky.”

She squeezes him tight and you smile at the interaction.

You only get so much smiling time when Verosika’s around.

“Blitzø.” She calls, and you all turn to see her standing with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Oh, perfect! That must be the whores!” He quips.

“I only see two whores around here and they’re right in front of me.”

“Hey you watch your filthy fucking mouth.”

“That was handled rather… obviously, don’t you think?”

Millie picks up Verosika’s flask form the sand, holding it up before throwing it to her. “I don’t think this belongs to any of us. Would be a shame if anyone found out you guys were behind a giant monster fish in the human world.”

“Yeah y/n here could tell the big Oz himself. He wouldn’t be very thrilled, don’t ya think?” Blitzø is quick to threaten.

“Ha! She should be more worried about him finding out she’s up here right now.”

“Go fuck yourself. He’s not the boss of me. He’s the boss of you, though, isn’t he?”

Moxxie laughs obnoxiously. “Oh, Satan! You got yourself fucked!”

“Yeah, well, you three nasty-ass gremlins will be in shit for not being in disguises." She turns to face you, a bitter, hostile grin taking over her features. "And you! Your little friend already took your crystal privileges away. You wanna be a bigger disappointment?"

“Don't act like you fucking know him."

Moxxie falls over face-first onto the sand between you. “A human called me a possum. I am not a possum!” He slurs out.

“Hold on, crystal privileges?" Blitzø questions you.

It's Verosika who answers, though. “She not tell you about it?" She lets out a laugh. "Doesn’t shock me.”

Fuck. “Verosika-”

“You little fucks never wondered why she doesn't have one?”

“What do you mean? She gets one from Ozzie when she needs it like all of you freaks-" Blitzø immediately defends.

“Oh, Blitzo, you really are fucking stupid, aren't you?" She interrupts him. "She used to have one."

No. “Ver, come on-”

“Don't! Call me that. No. You're gonna hear me say what you did." She turns back to Blitzø, the same rage in her eyes as when she recalled all the ways he'd wronged her in the past, earlier that day. "Your little girlfriend here was forbidden from coming up to Earth without Ozzie’s permission for years.”

“What?” Millie asks, and it seems accidental that she says it out loud.

“Yeah. Sorry-ass had to be babysat every time she had to come up. On a watchlist like a freakin' criminal, cause, well- she kind of is." She eyes you up and down before she spits out "I'm surprised you can even be here right now. Congratulations.”

“Well duh? Of course she's a criminal. That's kind of what we do.”

“Oh, Blitzo, the killing thing you guys do is adorable. But no one bats an eye at a little murder, it's Hell. No, she broke demon law." And, then, the final threat of a carefully blocked out, written-over past, coming to haunt you in the form of her. "You wanna tell them your record time or should I?”

“You have no fucking right-”

“I have every right! I have every right. It was five months, two weeks and two days. You know how pathetic that is?"

“That supposed to mean something, bitch?” Millie growls, protective.

“Other than her being a whore, no,” Verosika shrugs.

“What does that even mean?” Moxxie asks her.

“She stayed up here for five months, two weeks and two days straight once when we were dating. I was worried sick, we fucking lived together too. And then I find out she’s been up here fucking whatever human that came into her line of sight instead of coming back home.”

“I’m- it’s not-”

“‘It’s not what you think, Ver, I swear!’” She mocks. “Boo-fucking-hoo! Now she’s on a watchlist cause Asmodeus for some fucking reason liked her enough to just be worried instead of actually punishing her.”

“I wasn’t in my right mind, you have no fucking-” fuck, you’re voice is trembling now.

“Save it, bitch.”

Blitzø notices your discomfort, deciding it’s better to go home and solve whatever this mess was there. He walks up to Verosika. “Look. We keep this pathetic little b-movie scene on the down low and you let us use the parking space. She doesn’t tell her lusty bff about what you did and everyone lives happily ever after. Deal?”

“Fine,” Verosika says through gritted teeth. “But I hate you.”

“Don’t care. We fucking won!”

[. . .]

“So… you don’t have to talk about it, but… please talk about it. What was that?” Millie asks you, careful.

You sigh. Maybe this time there’s no running from it.

A/N: genuinely don’t even know of this is good vut alas! we’re so back! sorry for the long wait lol love y’all

[smuttykdrama]

[Hyunsu & Chanyoung as Subs ; SWEET HOME]

Hi, this is my first smut drabble and first post so please be kind! also note that i've only watched through sweet home once! i've just finished the second season lol. ><

Warnings: smut, sub!hyunsu & chanyoung, dom!reader, female!reader, masochism, only read if you're eighteen or above.

This is written with an older reader in mind, with hyunsu being 19, the reader being 29, and chanyoung being 25. Forgive my HUGE noona kink. 🥲 Even tho I'm only 22 lol.

Hyunsu

● Sub!Hyunsu, who only wants to please you, his noona, regardless of his own pleasure.

● Sub!Hyunsu who eats you out like you're a goddamn five course meal, savouring every part of you because you're his everything. The only light in his world.

● Sub!Hyunsu, who needs your praise like it's a drug. He's sadly very insecure, constantly worried that he's not doing well enough or that his body isn't good enough for you. You'd soon change those ridiculous thoughts of his.

● Sub!Hyunsu who is a sweet and caring boyfriend in the day, but a masochistic freak at night. You definitely take advantage of his healing abilities, allowing you to make Hyunsu's body your canvas. Scratches down his back, his front. Biting his chest, teasing him, and testing his pain tolerance.

● Sub!Hyunsu, who, after being in captivity and chained up, wants nothing more than to replace those memories with YOU. Tie him to the bedpost, put a hard metal collar around his neck. Anything to forget those painful times...and make new memories with you.

● Sub!Hyunsu who literally hate fucks you. Not because he's mad at you. But at himself. You know when he's depressed, because he shoves you onto the bed and buries his cock in your tight heat without warning. "Sorry, Noona...i really need you right now...i don't want to talk...i just need you."

● Sub! Hyunsu who gives you the best aftercare, even if he's the one who's all fucked out after a session. He'll even go out of his way to explore the city just to find a scented candle to light for you.

● Sub!Hyunsu who's monster wants you too, having felt just how satisfied Hyunsu was with you.

Chanyoung

● Sub!Chanyoung, who's a complete virgin when you first meet him, and he's unable to meet your gaze when you sleep together for the first time.

● Sub!Chanyoung who is so overstimulated the moment your pussy clenches around him that he doesn't know what to do with his hands other than clutch the pillow as you ride him.

● Sub!Chanyoung who loves being bossed around in bed, and being told what to do. Want him to fuck you like you're unbreakable? Got it. Want to finger him until hes a blushing mess beneath you? Done! He lives to be your living, breathing sex toy.

● Sub!Chanyoung who keeps his uniform on while he eats you out, having just come back from a mission outside the stadium, knowing about your soldier kink. He looks just so handsome in it, but oh so much prettier with it off.

● Sub!Chanyoung whos thighs and lower abdomen are the most sensitive parts of his body. The moment you start leaving hickeys on his thighs or tracing the lines of his abs, Chanyoung goes crazy. "Not there, jagiya...i'll go crazy."

● Sub!Chanyoung who kneels at your feet after a long day, practically begging to bed you, looking up at you with his puppy like eyes.

● Sub!Chanyoung who is so drunk on your kisses, that he could come in his pants from the mere sensation of your lips on his.

● Sub!Chanyoung who can't believe that even after the world went to shit, he still has you to look after him. He may be your protector, but really, you're the one who saved him.

[END]

(A/N): Wow first smut headcanons!! I am here totally for the Hyunsu switch & Chanyoung sub agenda. Please like and leave a comment/reblog if you liked ^^ Let me know what Sweet Home Hyunsu & Chanyoung reaction you'd like next! I currently only write for those 2 characters :)

[crazychaoticizzy]

Write Me Letters

You never expected to find someone that you could correspond with romantically. You never thought the poetic letters you wrote for a living would ever be exchanged with someone you were interested. Though, maybe Armin could be that person.

NOW PLAYING: “Write Me Letters” | Hot Freaks

ARMIN X READER

CONTENT: 20th century time period, Violet Evergarden and Divine Rivals inspired, fluff, war mentions, meet cute (i think?)

WORD COUNT: 4.1k

a/n: this was originally written for @kentopedia love through the ages valentine’s day event. uhm. let’s please ignore that this is a bajillion months later and also rylie if you don’t want to add this to the masterlist please do not feel obligated to i know this is so fucking late i’m sorry 😭

masterlist

AOT masterlist

You wrote for people who couldn’t.

It was your job. You worked for a company that sent literate writers wherever the customer wished and drafted manuscripts or wrote letters or transcribed trials. Anything the customer wanted, you travelled to write.

The most common was love letters. Any kind of letter, really, but you got assigned to write out confessions the most often.

At first you were elated. You loved doing this. You had dreamed to be a romance novelist once, but that dream was quickly squashed once you had been put to work in a publishing firm when you were sixteen. You had hoped it would give you an in to publish your novel, but your manuscript was rejected and burned by your boss right in front of you, and your pay was reduced by five cents.

You had no idea why, but you had a feeling it was because you were a girl writing trivial nonsense no one wants to read about.

You were the first to be cut from the payroll when the factory went bankrupt.

You’d lost your job and were nearly kicked out of the flat you lived in with three other people. You had tried cross dressing to see if you could raise your chances at getting another one, but your hair had fallen out of the hat you’d worn and you had done nothing but embarrassed yourself.

That was before an old friend of yours proposed an offer. Mikasa Ackerman, the distant cousin of a rather wealthy man with enough money to her immediate family to make it by with many luxuries. You’d met her one day in the late hours of the night on your way home. She had been canoodling with one of your dirt poor coworkers, and for you to keep it a secret she offered you anything you wanted. Of course, you asked for enough money to keep you comfortable for a month or two, and oddly enough the two of you became friends.

And then, in your time of need, she offered you a job. She’d shown up at your door one day with a wrapped box tied with a bow and invited you out. You accepted and the two of you walked to the park.

Once you had sat on a bench, she gave you the box. You carefully ripped at the seams to open it, feeling Mikasa’s dark eyes follow your every move.

After lifting the lid, your mouth fell agape, and you looked up at Mikasa.

The typewriter was beautiful. The mahogany wood was smooth beneath your palms and the metal keys were cold against your fingertips. It was a rather large, heavy thing, which gave you true insight into how strong Mikasa truly was.

“What’s this?” you had asked.

Mikasa smiled. “A typewriter, silly.”

“Well, yes. But why?”

Mikasa straightened (if that were even possible. Her back was always straight as a board) and folded her hands over her lap. “My mother is starting a business. She believes it would be nice if those that didn’t know how to write could send letters to those they care about. Even more, she has a friend that has recently become disabled, so they can no longer write. My mother would like to create a community willing to do that for those who can’t.”

You nod. You had heard about that friend MIkasa was talking about in the paper—an older woman who had lost her arm in a power loom, or something of the sort. You had seen the headline the other day and turned away, not wanting to know more.

“Anyhow,” Mikasa continued, “I thought you might like to work with us, since you don’t have a job.”

Something about the way she said that sent a pang to your heart. You should have expected it. Not only was it true, but Mikasa was always rather blunt.

You thought it over for a moment. What was the worst that could happen? You certainly wouldn’t lose any apendages or fingers, and surely you would make decent pay, right?

You nodded firmly at Mikasa. “Alright. I’ll take the job.”

Mikasa’s lips stretched into a soft, ladylike smile. “Wonderful.”

—

It was essentially your dream job. You got to dress in your finer clothes daily and write love letters and confessions. You couldn’t have asked for anything better.

But after years of sitting at a desk, it got tiring. Especially after the war.

It turns out the company wasn’t lying when they said their dolls went anywhere the customer wanted. Not to mention that after writing responses to the soldiers that were drafted got depressing fast. There was so much talk about unlikely futures and dreams that would never come true. It broke your heart, because you knew from your coworkers on the field that the receiver of the messages had already passed.

You were lucky enough to not have been sent. Lord knows how you would have ended up if you needed to travel to the front lines just to write. You’re sure you would have taken your own life before anyone else was given the chance.

But now that the war was over, you were tired. You were bored. Tired of writing letters for other people and bored of writing the same things over and over.

I miss you. Please come home safe. I imagine we…

And maybe some secret part of you wished you could put your own skills to use and write your own love letters to someone you admired. That was a desire you held deep down. You wanted to have a lover. You wanted to exchange letters with him and smile giddily whenever you receive a new one.

For once, you wanted to write for yourself.

But your workplace was mostly women. The only men that were consistently there were either married, entirely too old for you, or completely uninterested in even talking to you.

Until one day, a very slow and drab one, Mikasa strolled into the main building with a blond boy following behind her. You watched from your cubicle as the two of them went into Mrs. Ackerman’s office, trying to see if you could get an idea of why they were there for through the crack left in the door.

They both emerged a few moments later, and Mikasa led him into another room—the one that letters were stored in to be delivered at a later date. Mikasa came back out alone.

“Who was that?” you asked as she passed your desk. Mikasa paused, lifting her hands to crack her knuckles as she talked.

“Armin Arlert. He’s the new mail boy,” she explained, switching hands. “Mom says we need someone else since Eren’s getting overwhelmed by himself.”

You softly nod. Mikasa stays for a few seconds before she walks off. You look back down at your typewriter, flipping through a few requests until you found a letter you wanted to write.

Your phone rang just a few moments later. You picked it up and said in the kindest voice you had, “Good afternoon. You’ve reached the Shiganshina Letter Company. How might I assist you today?”

The old woman on the line spoke slowly. You hummed and nodded along to what she said as if she could see you. She was in a wheelchair confined to her house, so she couldn’t travel to the building. She requested your presence and, as stated in the company policy, you began packing up what you would need.

You stored your typewriter in its box and stowed blank sheets of paper in the pocket on the side. You lifted it from your desk, a feat that had become easier the more you lifted it and got used to the weight, and made your way out of the building.

—

She was a sweet old woman. Her graying hair was pulled into a ponytail at the base of your neck and when she let you in the first thing she offered was brownies and a glass of milk. You politely declined the brownies and milk, but when she offered a drink of water you felt it necessary to accept.

The letter she wanted wasn’t a love letter. At least, not a traditional or stereotypical one like you would think. She wanted you to write to her granddaughter, whose mother had recently passed away. You sat with her at the table and wrote, wiping your eyes with the corner of your sleeve as you pulled the paper out of the typewriter.

You handed it to the woman to read over, and were overjoyed when her eyes became teary and she sniffed. It always made you happy when what you wrote could evoke such emotion.

She held her arm open, offering a hug. You leaned over, careful not to lose your balance, and wrapped your arms around her softly. She asked if you could deliver, which you said yes to.

And now, back at the company building, you’re walking around the delivery room trying to find the correlating street address. You didn’t go into that room often, as Eren was always there to take letters that needed to be delivered, but Eren was off by that point. You were alone.

That’s what you hoped, at least, until someone came up behind you and said, “Can I help you?”

You startled, not expecting someone to be in the delivery room. When you turned you saw the blond boy Mikasa had brought in earlier, Armin.

“Oh, apologies. I didn’t mean to impose.”

Armin shook his head. “No, it’s alright. My shift is over, technically, so you aren’t imposing on anything.”

You softly nodded, a gentle smile gracing your lips. You remembered the letter in your hand and held it out to him. “Carnela Street?”

Armin took the envelope from your hand, reading over the address. “Oh, over here.” He tilted his head back up to meet your gaze and tilted his head for you to follow. “The system’s organized alphabetically by rows. A through D is that first one when you walk in.”

You nodded along, not quite understanding what he meant until he showed you. You made an O shape with your mouth when you realized, feeling a bit stupid at not being able to figure that out yourself.

You watch as Armin scans through the files until he reaches a drawer labeled Carnela-Draise and opened it. He dropped the paper in before closing it.

An awkward silence enveloped the two of you until you couldn’t take it anymore and gave him a sweet smile. You excused yourself and, cheeks heated and palms sweaty, turned around to walk out of the delivery room. You packed up your typewriter when you reached your desk and saw Armin again on your way out, where he gave you a small smile and soft wave.

You gave a curt nod in return before walking out of the building.

—

The first letter appeared on your desk a week later.

You thought it was nothing more than a request for you to draft something, but the scraggly writing on the front that spelled out your name told you otherwise.

You set it to the side and forgot about it until you returned to your dinghy apartment. It was small and fit no more than a twin bed and desk, but you had made well enough friends with the neighbors and oftentimes found yourself yearning for the comfort of the small room. At least it wasn’t crowded with other people, as you knew so many others were. That was one luxury you were grateful for.

You had placed your typewriter case on your desk and opened it. The corner of the letter poked out from the bottom, and you managed to wedge it out from beneath the heavy machine without having to lift it out of the case.

You opened it with your letter opener, a birthday gift Mikasa had given you when you first started working for her. It was made of fake gold and the handle had your full name and a rose carved into it. Honestly, you could have pawned it or sold it to some unsuspecting person for hundreds, but the fact that Mikasa had bought it specifically with you in mind made you keep it.

The letter was simple. Short and to the point the way you liked. You suspected that the writer must have asked someone about it.

While you enjoyed writing the flowery and poetic language you did, you never liked receiving it. You always doubted and found the double meanings that weren’t there. It was a misunderstanding waiting to happen.

I’ve found that your beauty has captured my attention. I shall like to get to know you. Might I take you out for dinner?

That’s what it said. It was signed with two curly A’s, and you wondered for a moment who it was from.

Armin, maybe? Though the written language seemed too refined to belong to him. He’d spoken to you rather casually during your last interaction, so it couldn’t possibly be him.

The next day when you walked into the office, you noticed Armin stepping into your cubicle with a square of paper. You stood by for a moment until he emerged, the piece of paper now gone. He turned his head toward the entrance and simply gave you a smile before sticking his hands in his pockets and walking across the aisle into the delivery room.

This time, you opened the letter immediately. You used your nail to pry up a corner and peeled apart the rest, leaving a jagged tear in the pristine paper.

We haven’t been properly introduced. I suppose I should have started with that. Please forgive me for being ungentlemanly and asking you out before even hearing your name from yourself.

The signature at the bottom confirmed the conclusion you drew the night before. The curved writing spelled out Armin Arlert. You found yourself leaning over your desk in an attempt to catch a glance at him in the delivery room, but he wasn’t there.

You grabbed a spare sheet of paper. You considered feeding it into your typewriter, but something drew you to pick up a pen and ink to write it out instead. It seemed more personal that way.

It was rather improper for you not to introduce yourself first. I’m sure Mikasa has told you my name, correct? No matter, I accept your invitation all the same.

You signed it with your name and folded it into threes. You quickly wrote his name on the front and walked across the way to the delivery room. You left it on a desk and walked out before anyone could spot you.

—

It was an odd correspondence. Neither of you spoke to each other, likely too nervous to stumble across your words or stutter out sentences you didn’t mean, but you wrote letters. They were lovely, well poised and written with increasingly beautiful prose. You were falling before you knew what was happening, and you found yourself pushing down a smile any time there was a new square of paper in your cubicle.

It took a while to set up the date Armin had asked you on. Tiptoeing around the subject and your unpredictable schedules didn’t come together well. Some days you were called to travel hours out of town, which always threw a wrench in your plans.

But you finally found a day. It was a Tuesday afternoon, the air crisp with the chill of fall and the leaves drifting in the breeze with vibrant colors.

He’d invited you to a small cafe. It was a narrow building, seemingly wedged into the extra space between two others, but the table you chose to wait at outside was nice. You sat with your hands folded in your lap, looking out at the street.

Armin approached you from your peripheral. You turned your head, softly smiling when you recognized his slightly tousled hair and blue eyes. He returned your smile, holding out a small bouquet of wildflowers to you.

“Good afternoon, Miss L/n,” he said as you took the flowers. He sat across from you, leaning forward against the table.

“Y/n is fine,” you said, your voice soft. The habits your mother drilled into your head as a child returned. Speak softly and sit with your legs crossed.

You glanced around, noticing the absence of a third presence. “No chaperone?” you teased.

Armin’s lips tilted up, and he let out an amused breath. “I was under the assumption that you would bring one. I can find one, if you’d like.”

You shook your head. “No. No, it’s alright. I’d rather not have one. It would make this more natural.”

You gave him a soft smile. Before you knew it, you were slipping into conversation with him like he was an old friend. Like he was your lover.

It was easy. Talking to him felt as natural as breathing. You didn’t have to force laugher or interest or smiles, it all just happened with him. You’ve never felt more relieved or energized in your life.

When the sun had gone down and the only thing lighting the street was the dim lights and you and Armin were the only ones on the sidewalk, he gently took you by the hand and stood up.

“Allow me to walk you home.” He smiled at you, running his thumb across your knuckles. “It’s late. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Alright. Although I warn you, I do live quite far.” You took his arm when he offered it, looping yours through his as you began walking.

“That just gives me more time to talk to you.”

“We’ve already burned through half the day talking. Don’t you tire of me?” You turned your head to him, quirking a brow and tilting your head slightly.

“I don’t believe I could ever tire of a voice as beautiful as yours.” Armin met your gaze. His eyes were clearer than a cloudless sky, the reflection of the stars shining in them. “Or a beauty as ethereal as yours.”

Your cheeks heated. You smiled and gave a flirty laugh, your hold on his arm becoming slightly firmer. “You flatter me.”

“I’m not saying anything that isn’t true.” He smiled sweetly at you. “I could talk to you for hours.”

You quietly hummed, averting your gaze to instead look down at the ground. Stray weeds grew between the cracks in the concrete. Despite the city’s rigorous upkeep, bright dandelions always managed to peek through.

A moment of silence passed between the two of you. In that short time, you replayed the day in your head. You noticed that Armin spoke more . . . refined. He talked to you with a voice more becoming of a rich man, one that contrasted the casual tone he used with you at the office.

“Is there a reason you’re speaking differently?” you asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, that day I entered the delivery room your language was more casual,” you explained, still looking down at the ground. “Now, however, you’re speaking more refined. There’s a poetic way to the way you’re talking, almost.”

Armin looked down at the ground with you. Even if you weren’t meeting his eyes anyway, he wasn’t going to take any chances of his gaze catching yours.

“You noticed?” His tone was teasing, and you let out an amused hum. “If you were talking to a pretty girl, you’d want to impress her, wouldn’t you? Especially if she’s clearly more educated and well read than you are.”

You smiled again at the indirect compliments. An odd flutter in your stomach alarmed you. You had been complimented before—why were his sending your mind spiraling with delusional images of a life with him?

“Thank you, though I assure you that I am not as sophisticated as you’ve made me out to be,” you said. You were no longer looking down at the ground, but you still didn’t turn to look at him.

“Are you not aware of the letters you write? The linguistic dialogue you use in them is beautiful.”

You finally turned to look at him, your eyes widened and your palms beginning to sweat.

“You’ve read my letters?” you wondered.

“Only one or two,” Armin replied. He lifted his head and met your gaze, a faint smile painted across his lips. “Mikasa’s shown me a few. She says she wished her lover sent her letters like those instead of one of her closest friends.”

You laugh, although you aren’t sure if it’s because you’re amused by what Mikasa said or because you now have the knowledge that he’s read what you’ve written.

Armin moved to keep walking, but the gradual stop in your steps made him falter. He looked at you curiously for a moment before realizing that you had stopped in front of your building.

“Well, thank you. Again, that is.” You tucked a bit of hair behind your ear, glancing away again. “I was always told in school that my writing was too flowery and confusing.”

“I think that’s the best part of it.” Armin smiled, stepping closer to you in the dim light of the street. “If you write it well to someone you know will understand it, then the recipient won’t misinterpret it. That’s the beauty of finding someone like you, don’t you think?”

You blinked at him, turning his words over in your head, before your lips stretched into a smile. You had never thought of it that way, but Armin’s insight only made you want to find that special someone even more.

“I suppose that’s true.” You look up at your building, realizing that you didn’t want to part with the blond quite yet. “Say, would you mind walking me to my apartment?”

You watched Armin’s eyes light up. The faint smile that seemed to have been permanently etched onto his face widened, and he nodded. “I would be honored.”

You don’t think you’ve ever been so happy in a single day. You’ve smiled more times than you were able to count talking to him alone and your cheeks were beginning to become sore.

You motioned for him to follow you. You gently pushed open the door and began the ascent to your floor with him.

You weren’t sure if it was an appropriate topic of conversation, considering the two of you had only met recently and didn’t know a great deal about each other, but you began speaking about soulmates. You said that if written language could act as a crafted secret between one and their beloved, then surely soulmates could be made.

Armin agreed with you, though he added his belief that there was a higher being that manipulated paths and made certain people come across each other at the right times. Maybe soulmates could be made, but there was still that line of fate.

Although you didn’t believe in fate or destiny, you hoped that whatever was out there had written a story for you where he was yours.

When you reached your apartment door, you slowly slid your key into the lock, hoping to postpone the inevitable moment where you would have to leave him and walk into your room. You placed a reluctant hand on the doorknob, running your thumb across it before looking up at him.

“Thank you.” It seemed as though that was all you were doing. “For walking up here, but also for the day.”

Armin flashed you a smile, bowing his head. “It was my pleasure. I quite enjoyed today and hope that you will accept my invitation for another like it?”

You hummed, feigning thought. “Will there be a chaperone next time?”

Armin chuckled. “Only if you want one.”

“I suppose I might entertain the idea, then,” you teased. You regretfully turned the handle and opened your door, wishing that you could invite him in. “Goodnight, Armin.”

When Armin gave you the last smile of the night, you found yourself wanting to kiss him. You wanted to brush your lips against his and taste the sunshine he radiated. You wanted to hold him close and thread your fingers through his hair.

Armin turned to walk away, but the soft call of his name stopped him.

He turned to look at you. “Yes?”

You ran your thumb across the doorknob again, searching your mind for the words. “You don’t need to talk fancy to win my favor. I’d rather get to know you.”

It’s clear that you caught him off guard, but that faint, ever present smile never diminished.

He nodded. “Good night, Y/n.”

You returned the nod, stepping into your apartment and clicking the door behind you.

You pressed your ear against the wood, listening to the sound of his fading footsteps as he retreated. When you could no longer hear him, you peeled yourself away from the door and dropped onto your bed, staring up at your ceiling with a star struck gaze.

Maybe flowery writing wasn’t all that bad.

please ignore that the writing style changed like halfway through i don’t know why that happened

anyways this is basically the start of my come back to writing because uhm. i kind of took a long unannounced hiatus from it BUT that’s besides the point ✨

i’m also scared i lost my writing sparkle please tell me if this was normal for me (if that makes sense) because i need validation

anyways hope y’all have a good day/night and that your pillow is always cool on both sides love y’all <3

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[drezendragon]

V to UV Art by DonnyK9 Murder Drones AU Idea Rambling Alright this is a “Drezen Ramble” I watched Murder Drones as it was coming out and after the last episode had an idea for a AU that then spiraled out of control a bit. It took a long time to finally find someone to draw some stuff for it and hopefully I can find more people to comm stuff for this but here we go. Should probably note I copy pasted most of this from a conversation I had with a bud so sorry if it comes off as nonsense XD

Context: this idea was inspired by the last few episodes where we find out “Effective Drones were cloned more” and Cyn’s comment that N’s Team always surprised her along with the fact V was willing to make a deal with the solver and that V’s persona kind of a mask to deal with the horrors. 

Most of this little story would take place on a different world probably a few years before Copper 9 and the main plot. I mean the solver had to get through Copper's 1 to 8 after all plenty of space to fill so assume it takes place on one of those many outings. 

Basically this AU would center around a different V who went with a different persona to mask behind instead of canon V this AU V takes up the persona of a "Tomboy" (+ a little shonen protagism) this Persona of V basically sets out to try and make sure this Squad is a proper Team and not barely functional mess... Basically She and N use “Democracy” to vote out J as leader and put V in charge who then actually raises team efficiency (much to J's annoyance) by basically doing all she can to be N and J's friend attempting to give them both therapy while mediating their clash of Extrovert and Introvert. N she actually deals with the fact his brain is wiped although basically spoon feds him info (basically tells him the mansion stuff but not the Gala incident) and also kind of gently shuts down his crush on her because she can't really remember what it was like to be the Girl N fell for and she thinks he deserves someone who can take all the love he has in his big dumb heart (She does promise to wingman for him though if they ever find someone who meets his fancy). Becoming friends with J was a lot harder. The girl has so many walls up she basically lives in a mental fortress but together they actually get their job done much faster and making N less annoying for J to deal with they become actual friends.

The Team did so well they actually finished the job with a year to spare which they spent further bonding and talking about what they might do after..... then Cyn and the other J show up. The Team freaked out but they did their job and they did it well and V hopes that this means the deal she made of "Leave us in Peace" will be upheld which Cyn says it will... as she proceeds to rip one of V's arms off. This of course freaks them out and Cyn clarifies it is holding up its end of the deal to "Leave them in P-I-E-C-E giggle" in fact she is so happy with them she is extending the deal to "Pieces"  isn't she the best boss (Happy Sarcastic Tone) the Team panics and tries to fight back but doing so causes Cyn to kill N (guess he didn't want to be left in Pieces oh well hopefully the next back up is more of a team player) J (Team) fights J (Solver's Pet) kind of messes up the “Solver's Pet” to see herself fight back choosing her Team over Corporate... but she too goes down once Cyn gets bored with the resistance and uses Admin permissions to lock up the Team has her pet J finish off the other J and then Cyn takes time ripping V into pieces removing her arms, peg legs, smashing her visor face and shredding her voice box after V tries to curse her out/ scream to just annoy Cyn. In the end V is left just a torso with her upper leg stumps still attached, a smashed face and something that shouldn't be called a voice and due to Cyn being Admin she won't be regenerating. Cyn eats the planet but makes sure to leave the chunk with V and her team’s remains as untouched as she can after all would be rude to not let V keep her reward.

Cyn eventually leaves for the next planet and V is just kind of left she can't see or hear anything only feel the wind but even that eventually fads and she is left alone with her thoughts for a very long time.... until something finds her something finds a broken doll discarded by a cruel "god" V is not sure if she has gone mad but she tries to call out and whatever it is doesn't retreat from her distorted cries instead it seems to try and comfort her and she feels herself being gently picked up so long since she last felt kindness that she drifts off to sleep. When she wakes up she has been repaired.... mostly it seems whoever repaired her used the parts of her team leaving her with N's lower legs, J's voice box patching up her own (Basically she doesn’t sound like V or J her voice is either deeper or growly-raspy sounding), no idea whose arms she has since they all look so similar but her upper arms seem to be new parts, seemingly J’s unbound hair, no stinger tail and when she looks into a mirror she sees her eyes are now basically the color of UV lights and on closer inspection she swears she sees more eyes beneath her visor but before the panic of whatever that is about set in she notices another addition of…. Animal Ears in place of her Headband eyes with said ears expressing her current mood before twitching as she hears someone in the next room and with checking herself over done she leaves out the room to whatever awaits her next.

Notes:

She is nicknamed "UV" because of her eyes she never actually introduces herself to the person who put her back together so “UV” is just what they call her until she either introduces herself or picks out a name for herself.

Her lights were changed from yellow to purple by the person who put her back together both as a side effect of some of the alterations made when repairing her and also so that she hopefully wouldn’t freak out when seeing yellow drone eyes looking back at her when she looks in a mirror.

She is the admin of her own system Cyn’s Admin rights were replaced but despite that UV was unable to regenerate which is why she was repaired with available parts. The current status of her solver is UV has admin rights but the solver does not seem to work in any capacity. 

She can't use her arm weapons so has to carry actual weapons which after finding some Disassembly Drone arms with their Swords sticking out she takes the blades to make into actual swords she can wield. She also can’t use her wings anymore.

Her body has a few upgrades beyond the patch job repair due to the person who repaired her getting hit with inspiration while examining her but they stopped themselves from going overboard as they acknowledge UV is a person and any alterations should really be of her choice… granted this person also looked through her memories just to make sure they weren’t repairing a psycho.

Upgrades and modifications she now has are: Her new upper arm parts compensate for her lack of wings since they allow her arms to extend (Think Reg’s arms from Made in Abyss), her visor she can now customize things like the type or eye brows she has when she expresses along with a range of other options to help her be who she wants to be, She can eat human food being no longer reliant on oil but she can still eat it and other drone foods if she has to and probably a few other features relating to her new visor and ears that she didn’t bother to ask about once the shock of being rebuilt started to wear off.

Having her Teammates limbs attached to her has had a bit of an effect on her psyche causing her to take up some of their personality traits on top of her Tomboy Persona leading her to be more Chipper like N but also making her call the person who fixed her up "Boss" (thankfully she is spared using the mountain of corporate jargon that J does)

She has a lot of mental grief, having survivors guilt and refusing to get any further upgrades or better repairs to desperately hold onto what she has left of her friends which sometimes leads to her hallucinating them when alone or stressed out.

Character Inspirations: Murder Drones's V: Eldritch Robo, Fake it till you make it, Cloned Traumatized Killed Cloned again, Sacrifice her own happiness for her friends.

Fate's Mordred: Knight of Rebellion, Artificial Being Cloned from another, Tomboy, Traumatized but kind of dealing with it.

Underverse's Cross:  Quotes "Am I evil for what I did? Am I evil for what I am?" " What's the point of feeling useful and valid in a reality plagued by thousands of us...?" "Yes, our origin is an imitation... ready-made from another. But...our pride, our experiences... Maybe they make us authentic." Scrapnik Mecha Sonic: Haunted by the fight that left them in pieces, Shadow of their “maker” looming over them, feels like a misshapen thing with scraps for limbs, surprisingly dangerous for their current state of repair. 

[simplydannie]

Previous: Back to the Underground || Find Them || Poisoned || Side Effects || The Troll || The Hideout || The Call

Introduce two new OCs, Apollo and Agni! One by my friend @kais-va and the other by me. I’ll do an introduction post about them one day! Hope you like it Kai 🫶 Thank you for your support!

TRIGGER WARNING ‼️ MENTION OF GUNS

After turned in by Creek, the twins find themselves back at the hands of their father: Vaughn. Angered that they have escaped her grasp, stricken by fear that Vaughn is now after her, Mistress reveals the secret of whose children they are…. Now all of the under-city will be out for their blood…

The table went flying.

Broken pieces splattering everywhere. The Mistress looked outside the window into the city of Mount Rageous.

“What…. Happened…” She fumed as she asked her goons. The Rageons standing in front of her were afraid to speak. She turned and faced Shank, her face burning red, “YOU HAD THEM! WHAT HAPPENED!?”

“What happened was you didn’t tell us the freaking truth.” Shank said plainly.

“You didn’t need to know anything. All you need to know is that I NEEDED those twins back!”

“YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THAT THEY WERE THE FREAKING CHILDREN OF THE DAMN CRIME LORD OF UNDER RAGEOUS!!!”

She fell silent.

“That was my business to know… that was information you don’t need to worry about.”

“Really? Because it would’ve helped me if I would’ve known that! We go after them after they use the damn smoke bombs only to be bombarded by the Montegue gang! I lost half my guys dammit!!! Only reason he let me live was to give word back to you!”

She turned around to face him, “Word? What word?”

“That he knows. He knows what you did and what you’re trying to do…. That you’re going to pay for taking his kids out from the under-city…. That you’re going to pay for the death of his wife…”

Mistress stood silent. She stared out into the bright lights of Mount Rageous. A scowl came across her face…..Vaughn Montegue: father of the infamous twin duo that had Mount Rageous eating from the palm of their. She knew what he was capable of. He owned and ran most of the corporations that supplied Mount Rageous. Of course, his goal was to run them all, but the other gang lords ran the rest. He was cunning, vile, and cruel when needed to be. He was the top dog of Under Rageous, wealthiest of them all…and on the side, he ran his own hustle of importing and selling Trolls for their essence…

But with one word, Vaughn had the power to end the economy of Mount Rageous, especially now that the powers of the upper-city had used his children to make them money. For that he was angry….for that he was coming for blood….her blood. Mistress needed to make sure he was stopped before he could plan anything, before he even had the chance of coming after her…

“Then it seems I’ll have to make my first move.” She murmured.

“And what the hell would that be? Unless you want to keep me in the dark again?” Shank asked her. She turned around to face her lover. Walking up to him, she placed a hand on his chest.

“Not again babe. Me and you are in this together after all.” She smirked, “I want EVERYONE to know…”

He cocked an eyebrow, “Known about what?”

“Know the truth about those identical brats. I want all of Rageous, both upper and under, to know where they come from, who their father is.”

“And what good is that going to do to you? Didn’t you want those brats alive?”

“That was before their father got involved… Now I want them all dead. Their father can’t protect them forever. If the other crime bosses of the under-city know, they’ll kill them all for me. How do you think his darling wife was murdered?” She looked back out into the city, “I want their blood splattered along the streets of Under Rageous…”

She could feel the whirring of the car, the sound of the engine humming through. Velvet stirred, she could feel herself regaining the strength in her body, her consciousness slowly coming back to her.

“What…What in the world…” Her hands stretched across as she felt the black leather….Leather? Her eyes opened more allowing her vision to clear. Turning to her left she saw Veneer was still out cold. “Ven?” She saw the gash she had left him on his eye. Velvet swallowed the lump in her throat…she had done that to him…out of her fit of rage again, she hurt him badly.

“Wait?” She looked around again, the Troll, the little one they had met back up in Mount Rageous, where was he? Where were they? Why were they in some fancy car? Where was that annoying purple, fancy talking Troll?

“Don’t remember your own car do you?” A deep voice spoke. It came from across them, sitting on the opposite side. It was familiar…She didn’t even need to look at who the voice came from. Her eyes fell upon the figure sitting across from them: a tall, pale Rageon, with peacock green hair. He wore his business attire as usual…still fiddling with the wedding ring he’d always wear on his finger. His ice, blue eyes fell upon her, “Did you two really think you could avoid me?”

She scowled, “Well we tried our damn best didn’t we dad.” Velvet turned to try and shake her brother awake, but he didn’t budge.

“What’s with the gash on his eye?” Vaughn did not take his eyes off his daughter.

“I…I don’t know….So could you just leave it?” She snapped.

“What. Happened.” His tone came out more serious, more menacing.

Velvet side. Crossing her arms she faced out the window, “I don’t know! I just got angry…I can’t…..I can’t control.” She stared back at him, “There! Is that a good enough answer for you?”

“So you guys did use the little Troll after all?”

Velvet looked up to stare at her father…

“I know the side effects of Troll essence ...I've seen it first hand. Something I didn’t expect or want my children to experience.”

“Well…you wanted to be part of this family business after all didn’t you?” She said.

They both turned to find Veneer stirring and moaning, his eyes opening as he regained consciousness, “Wh-what happened….Wh-where, are we? Where’s Branch?” He turned to face his sister. She remained silent. Veneer began taking in his surroundings…he grew silent and still when he laid eyes on his father sitting across from them.

“Veneer. You have matured since the last time I saw you. Without all that disgusting attire you were made to wear in Mount Rageous…I can see you have grown, both of you.”

“See. Which means we don’t need YOU in our life anymore.” Velvet spat. Veneer eyed his sister, then his father….Perhaps so. Perhaps they didn’t need him, but Veneer WANTED his father back in his life. They had messed things up with Floyd…so perhaps this was another chance they were getting?

Vaughn scoffed, “Just because you are older does not make you wiser. For one, you two were fools falling into the hands of Mistress. For having her use you as puppets.”

“…But we got out of it didn’t we.” Veneer responded.

“How do you think that solves anything?” Vaughn cocked his head to the side, “Who do you think sent those goons after you?”

“Well why do you think she’s after us?” Velvet exclaimed. This caught Vaughn by surprise, “She knows we’re your damn kids doesn’t she? That’s why she gave us hell, that’s why she wanted us? That’s why she took us away? So all this is YOUR fault!”

“Vels come one relax…” Veneer protested.

“No! It’s true! You know it is!”

“And why do you think I tried protecting you! Why I was hard on you! If you had not run away none of this would have happened!”

Veneer covered his ears as their father and Velvet began to bicker back and forth. His eyes closed shut, he began squeezing his head, “Enough!”

They stopped to stare at him. Veneer began to shout, “We needed a dad when mom died! We needed you! We lost her too and we miss her! But we have you! We NEED our dad!”

BANG!

A small explosion caused the car to swerve out of control. Velvet clung on to the seats as fear entered her body.

“What’s going on!” Vaughn yelled to the Bergen driver.

“Ambush!” The Bergen on the passenger's seat began loading a gun.

BANG! BANG!

More explosions. This time the care flipped. Velvet and Veneer let out a yell. Out of instinct, Vaughn took off his seatbelt and engulfed the twins in his arms. He held on to them tight as the car flipped and turned off the road seemingly down a ditch. It tossed and turned uncontrollably until it came to a halt landing upside down. The twins and their father stirred in the back as they regained the strength to move.

“Teal! Coal!” Vaughn called out to the Bergens that were driving…but they were out cold. He reached over to a compartment underneath the seat pulling out a gun.

“What the hell dad!” Velvet exclaimed.

“Want to fight whoever did this with bare hands? Be my guest. I for one am not going to give them the advantage.” Voices were heard coming closer…they were outnumbered…they were at a disadvantage. Vaughn pressed a button within the compartments of the car…a signal for backup up…

“Oh Vaughn! We know you and your brats are in there.” A conniving voice sounded from outside. Vaughn loaded the gun and prepared to walk out.

“What are you doing?” Veneer called out in a harsh whisper.

“Buying time until backup arrives. You two stay here.”

“Like hell we are!” Velvet exclaimed. She moved to open the door, but their father firmly grasped her by the arm and looked her dead in the eye.

“For God’s sake. Listen to me for once and stay here!” His voice was demanding, serious, and fierce. The twins only blinked to him in response…the father in him coming out for once in his life. Taking a deep breath Vaughn stepped out of the car alone. Veneer attempted to peek through the shattered windows to get a view of who was out there, who was it that ambushed them…All he could see was the glowing lights of a Strobe Rageon.

“Crap! It’s a Strobe! And where there’s a Strobe you know there's a Goyle! What do we do?”

“Nothing. He wants to be stubborn and told us to stay here. We stay.” Velvet crossed her arms and pouted.

“Seriously! Now out of all times you decide to listen!”

“What the hell are we going to do Ven? They’ll probably shoot our dad dead in a second! Then we’re next!”

Veneer bit his lip as he peeked through any opening he could find, his ear listening to the conversations that were happening outside…

Vaughn stood boldly in between the Rageons in front of him and the car that had his children behind him…It was a young Strobe standing amongst his comrades…

“You? You did this?” Vaughn seemed surprised. The young Rageon smiled, his glowing green eyes staring him down, his oranges hair illuminated brighter along with his yellow markings as joy soured through his veins.

“Pretty good wasn’t it?” He twiddled with the gun in his hands.

“How did you know where to find us?”

“Hmm, that’s for me to know and for you to NEVER find out. How does that sound?” The Strobe smiled, “Now! Word has it that you have spawns! Weird how a cranky old guy like you had any game to be able to reproduce anything at all.”

Vaughn fell silent, but his expression was unchanged. How? How did they know about his children? That damn Troll opened his mouth didn’t he….or worse….the Mistress was done being silent.

“Depends where you hear the news from. I wouldn’t believe anything this damn under-city has to say.” Vaughn responded.

The Strobe frowned. Taking his gun he shot towards Vaughn’s shoulder….The older Rageon was unbothered as he did his best to absorb the pain it gave. Inside the car, the twins gasped, holding their mouths.

“Oh my god! Next time it’ll be a bullet to his head!” Veneer said, “Vels, we HAVE to do something…He’s our dad.”

Velvet looked at the pleading look in her brother's eyes. She let out a groan as she reached for the compartments inside the vehicle…she drew out two more guns. Handing one to her brother.

“Whoa, whoa!” Veneer held his hands up in defeat, “Nope. Nuh uh. Any other options?”

“Want to help dad out or not chicken feet?”

Veneer casted a long glance at his sister before finally sighing in defeat. He took the gun carefully, “I guess we are our father’s children aren’t we.”

“I guess we are.”

The lights of the Strobe Rageon illuminated brighter as he grew angry, “MOVE OUT OF MY DAMN WAY!” He yelled at the top of his lungs. Vaughn cocked an eyebrow as the blood from the bullet wound began to drip down his shirt.

“Apollo.” He Said. The Strobe stared at him in disbelief, “You’re Eros’s boy. Crime boss of your district. You’re his boy aren’t you?”

“Congratulations! My identity has been revealed! Dad said this was my moment, my shot, kill you and your brats or bring you back to him….I’d prefer kill. NOW MOVE!” Apollo yelled. But Vaughn stood still holding the gun firmly in his hand. “I’ve had enough…AGNI!”

PLOP!

A red Goyle Rageon with shoulder length orange hair and big round horns landed on top of the car. The twins screamed inside.

“No!” Vaughn lifted his gun to shoot the Goyle Rageon, not before others came to disarm him.

“Get them out of there!” Apollo demanded.

“With pleasure.” The Goyle Rageon, Agni, began to tear apart the vehicle with his bare hands.

Velvet and Veneer let out a scream…

“Teal! Coal!” Velvet yelled out to the Bergens who were still out cold.

CLANK! CLANK!

They could hear the Goyle tearing apart the car. Veneer caught a view of the Goyle Rageon through the opening he was creating. Lifting the gun in desperation, Veneer began to shoot…but the bullets bounced off the Goyle, leaving him unscathed.

“Adorable. A for effort.” He smirked as he began smashing the car.

“Leave them alone! It’s me you want isn’t it. It’s me your father has a quarrel with. Not them!” Vaughn spat. Apollo came around and began to strike the older Rageon.

“It’s you and any spawn you reproduce Succubi.”

Vaughn laughed, spitting out blood, “What a coward. Sending a child to do a man's bidding.” Apollo glowed bright and fumed. He took out the knife he had in his pocket.

“What if I brought him your head?”

“Make sure it’s mounted on a gold platter, I don’t look well in silver.” Vaughn smirked.

Agni kept beating down on the car as the twins screamed inside. He reached into an opening taking a firm hold of Velvet’s arm. She screamed trying to pull him away as he pulled. Grabbing something sharp, Veneer was able to run it into the Goyle's skin. Agni screamed in pain.

“YOU LITTLE BRAT!” He tore a piece of the car straight off exposing the twins. Apollo turned to finally see the twins.

“Don’t do anything yet! I want them to see life leave their fathers eyes.” He smiled a wicked grin as he pointed the knife to Vaughns throat.

“DAD!” Veneer jumped out of the broken vehicle, attempting to run to his father. The Goyle Rageon grasped him by the shoulder tearing him back.

“Oh no you don’t! You get to watch the show, tiny man!” Agni smirked.

Apollo ran the knife down Vaughns cheek… blood began trickling down. Vaughn made no movement, no sound, he endured the pain. If he fought now, he knew that Goyle would snap the twins in two with ease. His eyes met his children as they stood horrified. He made a notion…a sign for them to run when they could, but he could see the small head shake they each gave him…

“DAD!” Veneer cried out again struggling against the tight hold Agni’s grip. His eyes began to glow, an orange-pink hue. “NO!” He yelled as he lifted and pointed the gun towards the Strobe Rageon…

BANG!

[idlerin]

HYPNOTIZED, MESMERIZED

guitarist!suna rintarou x assistant!f!reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | extra

the ikarus incident (band au)

+ word count: 3.5k

note: enjoy the tooth rotting fluff babes

he was your boss, but sometimes, he was more than that.

SUNA RINTAROU is your boss, but some days he feels more like a friend. Like now, with the both of you sprawled on his couch, a beer in hand as the two of you unwind in the form of lounging lazily after a hectic day while complaining about your workmates.

“He was so rude, was all like ‘how would you know?’ with that look— you know his look? That I’m-better-than-you-you-trash as if he was actually doing something worthwhile!” you munch on the chips you were eating angrily. This was also one of the times where you lose your composure around him. “I resisted the urge to snap back at him,” you frown, “I shouldn’t have. Who cares if I’ll suffer through his death glares in the next shooting?”

“Next time you should put him in his place,” Suna says tipping his beer towards you, “I’ll help you, I still hate the way he dressed us up in fucking neon that one time on live television,” he shakes his head and takes a sip of his drink, your eyes briefly glanced at the way his adam’s apple bobbed and promptly turned away.

“The one from 3 years ago? When Atsumu went viral for twerking in his hot pink tutu?” you ask, brows furrowed, suna groans at the memory. “I remember that! My friends were talking about IKARUS— well they were always talking about your band— but more specifically ‘tsumu and his pink tutu! That’s why the nickname tsu-tsu became famous in your fandom right? You were stuck with that zebra print cowboy hat and neon green sunglasses,” you laugh.

Suna throws a pillow at your face and you laugh even more. “I think it can still be found on the internet right?” you smile cheekily at him and put down your chips and beer to reach for your phone.

“Don’t even—” Suna tackles you to take your phone away, you let out a squeal because you didn’t expect him to freaking jump you. Now the both of you were on the floor with him hovering above you, your phone raised over your face, him gloating that he got it while you groaned because he was purposefully putting most of his weight on you.

“Get off,” you grumble, you watch as he throws your phone on the couch without making any move to get off of you, so you try and push him away on your own but he’s like an ironclad wall, a muscle-y ironclad wall. You know he works out, of course you do, he slaves you around in the gym with him! But you didn’t know he was this strong.

“Are you enjoying putting your hands on me, sweetheart?” Suna teases and you immediately put your hands away.

You made the mistake of looking into his eyes. It was full of mirth with a hint of something else you can’t pinpoint while he was staring at you. Maybe it was the beer— yeah you were going to blame it on the beer— that made you think ‘he’s really pretty when he’s like this’ although nothing compares to when he’s on stage, you think he’s really hot especially when he— stop.

“Are you so mesmerized by my looks, [name], that you can’t say a thing?” he taps your nose, “You’re so cute.”

Heat spread on your cheeks and you hope that it’s darkly lit enough for him to not notice, “That’s not what I was doing,” you glare, reaching out to the side and getting ahold of the pillow he threw at your face just a moment ago and shoving it on his face this time, catching him off guard and making him ironclad-no-more as you roll away. Once you get out, you look down at his laughing figure clutching the said pillow as you glower, “And I’m not cute.”

He tilts his head to the side, “You are. Also, you said your friends always talked about my band. Does that mean you did too?”

You made your way back to the couch and laid on it, stretching your legs and making yourself comfortable, opting to act as if you didn’t hear him.

“So you did? Aw, were you a fan too?” He sounds far too happy about it.

“I partook in some of the conversations,” you admit in defeat, “I liked some of your songs,” now that one was a lie, you liked their music so much you have all their albums, but you were never the type of fan that was immersed in the members themselves, and you’ve never been to any of their concerts too, well, before you started working for him.

“So..” he goes and lays his head on the edge of the couch, beside your stomach, “Do you want an autograph?” he jokes, you ignore him again as one of his hands reach for yours and he starts playing with it, you let him, even though you know you guys were beginning to have one of those moments again, you’ll blame this on the beer too.

“And to think I thought you didn’t even know I made music when you showed up in my studio for the job, you had this really strict deadpan face on, but you were secretly a super fan,” he continues, drawing circles on your palm.

“I was not a super fan,” you refute but he ignores you, this bastard, you picked up the ignoring thing from him.

“I’m surprised you’re letting me hold your hand,” changing the conversation and tugging on your hand to make a point. You sigh, you’re not sure why you’re letting him hold it too.

“Rin?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

“Get up," you order your boss. It was 7 in the morning on a sunday and you were not happy about being woken up from a series of calls from the other side of the door. The guest room was nearer to the entrance so your rest was disrupted, and you knew you had to get the door, because Suna was a deep sleeper after a tiring day, which is almost every day. And you were too awake to go back to sleep and ignore it, so you begrudgingly got up in your pajamas still, as you were greeted by the sight of an angry relative of suna’s.

She asked to be let in but you said you can’t because it was Suna’s place and you didn’t have the right so you slammed the door on her face.

"Do I have to?" Suna laid on his bed shirtless while you loomed over him with your death note planner. You were bringing it to appear to look professional, despite the duck pattern on your pants. “We don’t have any appointments this morning, do we?”

"it's err.. your aunt, Suna-san, she’s outside,” translation: go send her away. You want her to leave quickly, you’ve always gotten weird vibes from her and it wasn’t just because she shamelessly asks Suna for money every time she tries to contact him.

"Suna-san? What happened to Rin?"

"That’s what you pick up from what I’ve said? Your aunt is just outside and it's already awkward as it is because I'm the first one she sees in your penthouse. She might get weird ideas."

Suna groans as he sits up, he stays like that for a few seconds before he reaches a hand out to grab you— making you drop your notebook— then he pulls you back down with him. Caging you in his arms, your notebook on the floor, as he starts to close his eyes, planning to fall asleep again.

"This is highly inappropriate and not the time," you try to reason while making no attempts to break out of his hold.

"Not a first time for us. Hm."

"I despise you." lies.

"Sure."

"Get up and go," you say, hitting him on the chest, well, at least attempting to.

"You’re so mean to me [name], I just want to hold you,” he says with that raspy voice of his.

"You are so..." you feel that he can sense that you were upset because he loosens his hold on you, letting you go. You pick up your notebook and make your way into his closet. Suna sits up and frowns, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. You come back out and toss him a shirt.

"Now, go face your aunt," you walk out of his room, going to the kitchen and deciding to make yourself a cup of coffee to calm yourself.

“[name] are you mad?” you hear Suna call from his room.

Are you mad? Honestly? You weren’t really, and that’s what’s bothering you. And then the incessant knocking from the front door starts again, this time, Suna rushed down in sync with the knocks because he hastily put on his shirt and was following after you. You gave him a look and signaled for him to open the door, instead, he walks to your side and tugs on the sleeve of your shirt as you stir your coffee.

You stayed silent, shoulders stiff, and he made no move to leave.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, tugging on your sleeve again.

You sigh, and nod, you can’t really stay mad at him when he’s acting all soft and stuff, how infuriating.

You spread your picnic blanket on the sand and made sure your umbrella was placed sturdily. Today you were at a private beach resort the company rented out for the band’s music video. You’ve had some extra time and carefully planned out your escape before anyone could ask you to do anything else. You could just not do it since it’s not like the company’s the one who’s paying your salary, but you find it difficult to say no, afraid of them thinking you were rude. Plus, lately you’ve been putting yourself out there and saying you’re free to help but now there’s too many people in need of help and only one of you.

You smile contentedly at the little space you’ve made for yourself, the ocean just the right distance away, not too far, not so close you’d get swept away by the water. You slump on the ground and pick up your book.

Finally, some peace, quiet, and relaxation.

“You were here.”

You glared at Suna who was looming over you, blocking the sun and shattering your peaceful escape. How did he even find you?! You didn’t even tell him where you were going, you just said you were going somewhere, this wasn’t an easy place to find either.. Can he not live without you for five minutes?

“Is there anything you need from me?” you ask, giving up the image you had of having total relaxation in your head. You really don’t want to see him right now, not that you’re mad at him, or that he’s done anything wrong— actually that one can be contemplated— but it’s you and your feelings that’s mostly the problem. After that evening you’ve been putting a little distance between the two of you, just a little, you were still doing your job well, but when it comes to outside a boss-employee relationship, you’ve been avoiding him like he was the embodiment of plague. And you know that he knows you’ve been distancing yourself.

Suna crouches, leveling so he could be with you face to face, “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous, if I was avoiding you, I wouldn’t have shown up to work today?” you said with a ‘duh’ tone.

“You know what I meant, playing dumb doesn’t suit you, sweetheart,” there he goes with that endearment yet again— “Do you think I haven’t noticed how unusual you’ve been for the past few days? Leaving earlier than you usually do? Making excuses as to why my personal assistant just has to help out the crew?”

“I’ve done my job properly—”

“You have. But if you have a problem with me, then tell me so I don’t have to guess what’s suddenly making you walk on eggshells around me for days.” Suna’s forehead was scrunched up and he was sitting on the blanket now, clearly upset.

And that’s how your supposed to be peaceful, quiet, and relaxing afternoon reading at the beach turned into Suna’s head resting on your lap, your hand in his hair and him holding onto your hand as he verbally lists things you’ve done that upset him (“unsettled him” is his words but you know that’s just him downplaying that he was upset).

“[name],” the way he mentioned your name was a whisper, something only for you to hear, and your heart starts beating abnormally fast again.. this is why you were ignoring him. “Why can’t we?” he mumbles, he raises the hand he was holding to his face and pressed a light kiss on it, it tingles.

You gulp, “You know why,” you say quietly, choosing to stare out into the vast ocean.

Suna reaches a hand out to cup your face, making you look down at him. He stares at your eyes then drops to your lips, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

Your breath hitches and in your panic, you stand up suddenly, making his head fall from your lap. Without thinking, you start running towards the waters. You can hear Suna’s laughs distantly, you raise your middle finger at him, still in the middle of running away.

You fumble with the stupid banner as you try to hold it properly, your sunglasses start falling off of your face and you try to catch it while at the same time still trying to hold up your sign properly. The concert was about to start soon and there you were in the pit, your beanie and sunglasses on, the sign you stayed up making held in front of your chest, it was just a simple ‘You’re amazing Suna Rintarou!’ but you were still red faced and was trying to hide yourself as much as possible.

This was stupid. You could’ve just gotten free tickets from Suna himself but you had to buy a ticket with your own money. You wanted to support him by showing that you willingly wanted to do this, which is again, idiotic, cause you were hoping he wouldn’t spot you in the first place.

The concert was the opening one IKARUS will be having for their world tour, and Suna told you about how he was a little nervous about touring after two years, of course, he said it after a little pushing from your end, and he was also grumpy after admitting it. But you were too preoccupied with thinking of a way to show him support for the other stuff to matter. Merely an hour ago you were with him backstage and watching him prepare, giving him your last thumbs up of good luck before running to get your disguise and banner and making your way to the front of the pit. You spent a crazy amount of money on this, but you can’t help but feel that it’s worth it.

Soon you hear the deafening roar of the crowd as the beginning of a fan favorite song plays, a song you’re familiar with as you stayed up with Suna listening and watching him create it.

Akaashi’s voice is the one you hear first, greeting the crowd and making them go feral. It was a good thing you had ear plugs. Concerts really weren’t your thing in general, but then Suna’s voice rang through the stadium as he sang the opening line. You felt the goosebumps on your skin as his voice has always had an effect on you, you find yourself screaming along with the crowd, you really hope he doesn’t notice you.

It was Sakusa who spotted you first, you saw him raise a brow at you. It was in the middle of one of the times where they’re talking to fans and reading signs. You removed your sunglasses because you were starting to feel silly, but then immediately after that you locked eyes with Sakusa, you had a silent conversation with your eyes wide with threat and him glancing from Suna who was doing fan service and reading some of the signs to you who was holding a sign with suna’s name.

You can tell he wants to laugh but refrains from doing so.

“Suna Rintarou, marry me please?” Suna reads aloud, he chuckles, “If you give me a ring then maybe I’ll think about it,” the fans scream and it makes Suna laugh again. He looks like he was born to be on a stage like this, in front of millions of people, he has that kind of presence.

“I want you to be my baby daddy,” Atsumu squinted and pointed at the sign from a fan from a seat a little far away, “Which one of us?” he asks, the fan shouts distantly, ‘all of you!’

The next one you lock eyes with is Atsumu, he was going around the stage singing an awful song while fist bumping fans and when he got to you he was like ‘uhm [name]?’ Of course he didn't say it out loud but you could see it in his eyes so you hastily bump his fist as he moved to the other fans. Then it was Akaashi taking over the crowd and saying how much their fans mean to them. Meanwhile, you were trying your best not to respond to the burning gaze on the side of your head Atsumu was making.

The next song was starting and this one had a guitar solo from Suna. You can’t help but think that the way he works his guitar looks really.. It's really hot. The fans think so too since they won’t stop screaming.

It was at the final act where you see Atsumu talking to Suna and subtly pointing in your direction. You were going to kill him! You try to hide yourself behind your sign but you know it’s too late because you feel Suna’s familiar gaze on you already. Defeated, you lower your sign and let yourself lock eyes with him. He had a small smile on his face the whole time they played the last song.

As the concert reached its end, you were in the private parking lot because that was where your car was parked along with the band’s and the other staff's vehicles. You were rushing to put the sign in your car when someone called your phone.

You saw that it was Suna who was calling you so you promptly ignored it and fixed your bag. You jump when someone’s arms wrap around your waist and pull you into their chest, “Why aren’t you answering my calls, hm?”

“I- uhm- eh?” you were malfunctioning.

He turns you around to face him, arms still wrapped around your waist as he pushes you to lean on the car. One of his hands leaves your waist and trails his touch to the side of your face, “You watched me?” he hums and cups your cheek. His simple touch was making your knees weak. “Did you enjoy the concert?”

You nod, still not having the right words.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to watch?” Suna asks, leaning down to rest his forehead on yours.

“It was supposed to be a secret,” you mumble, avoiding looking into his eyes, managing to form a response despite the way he was so close to your face makes you so flustered.

“You could just tell me I’m amazing anytime you want to,” he teases, and your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” playing dumb is your go-to reaction.

You were met with silence, you could feel Suna’s gaze stuck on you, but right now you were worried that people were going to be here soon to get their cars—

“I want to kiss you,” Suna says, those words made you look up at him, your mind going blank. “I know what you’re going to say; that we can’t do it again, I know, but, I really want to kiss you right now,” he says. Your face was heating up, he was so unfair.

But.. but maybe you can let him off this time, only once, just once, this would be the last, just a peck, you convince yourself. You stand on your tip toes and reach for his lips, barely brushing against it before pulling away. Suna takes his time processing what just happened.

“T-There–” you don’t even get to start a sentence before he captures your lips into his once again. This time with his hand on your nape and him deepening the kiss.

“Rin,” you say in a gasp, “People will be here soon and your manager would be looking for you, what if they see us like this,” you manage to get those words out before he leans in to chase your lips again but you put a hand over your face to block him.

“Let them watch,” Suna says, placing a kiss on the base of your throat, trailing it up your neck, he then gently removes the hand on your face, kissing your palm before giving you a light kiss on the tip of your nose then he takes his time kissing you on your lips. A relief you've dreaded to have washed over you, but right now, you were too lost in him to care.

note: im back!! and ready to write lmao ive been so busy

[doumachi]

beautiful stranger

ᰔᩚ beomgyu x reader coworkers to potential lovers

ᰔᩚ sfw / just silly fluff / mentions of a cafeteria? not proofread / pictures not mine

the first time you saw him was in the cafeteria, you’ve never seen him before, but he’s with a group of other guys chatting away. you can’t stop looking at him except for when he catches you staring and returns the favor with a cheeky grin.

you can see from your peripheral vision that he's walking straight towards you and your friends.

you freak out and quickly tell your friends that you have to go to the bathroom not giving them any time to reply before you're gone. you decide to end your break early and go back to your cubical.

the second time is when you’re making copies of paperwork but, this time it was him who saw you first. he came to print a document but got distracted when he saw you through the glass door. you looked so pretty and he accidentally bumped into the door.

as a result, you jumped and turned to the side. there he was, leaned against the wall holding his face in his hands. he lifted his head and saw you trying not to laugh, a grin on your face as you propped the door open and went back to your copies.

“you okay there” you ask, trying to calm your face, grabbing your papers ready to leave. “hehe, yeah im fine,” he replies with an airy chuckle.

desperate to keep the conversation going, he quickly changes the topic, unfortunately for you, he chooses to talk about how you were staring at him earlier :)

“soooo,” he begins, “do you always stare at handsome men in the cafeteria?” he asks playfully. you freeze trying to come up with an excuse.

“handsome men? i didn’t see any. did you?” you respond back causing him to chuckle softly.

“oooh okay, i see how it is,” he laughs and turn to look at you, “then that’s a shame, cause i saw a beautiful girl in there and wanted to ask her what her name was,” he says, making you blush and look away.

“it’s-“ ”hey!” you here your friends voice calling you while banging on the glass door, signaling you over to her immediately.

you ran to her without saying goodbye to the man with you and started whining to her, complaining to her how she chose the wrong time to call you over:( she smiled and informed you that your boss was losing her patience and needed the paperwork now, causing you to bolt into your boss's office.

the third time, you’re on your way back home after an exhausting day at work. you’re on your last life it feels like until right before the doors close someone else gets on. the same pretty coworker that you saw just a few hours ago. he sees you and sits down right infront of you with a small laugh.

you can’t help but stare at him from time to time, and whenever you do, you find that he’s already doing the same to you, but you never find the courage to start a conversation.

though the ride is long, it doesn’t feel as long with him making silly faces at you whenever you lift your head to look at him. he sticks his tongue out and puffs up his cheeks to make you laugh.

your stop unfortunately arrives and you overthink, deciding that you would talk to him. as you’re about to step out though, you feel timid tap on your shoulder and turn to see him.

he’s much more beautiful up close with his chocolate brown eyes that shine, his hair framing his face perfectly, and features that most could only dream of. he pauses for a couple seconds, seemingly forgetting why he was doing this. it’s like his body moved without his mind thinking.

he finally says, “see you tomorrow, at work i mean of course, my name is choi beomgyu,” he spits out extremely quick, voice a little shaky. and before you know it he’s walking back to his seat.

now it’s your turn to get possessed because, you catch his wrist in your hand. the man, you now know is beomgyu, turns his body towards you with a hint of joy and hope in his eyes waiting for you to speak.

you breath in and speak, “ im yn. i’ll see you tomorrow then,” you respond while still holding onto his wrist.

he moves his hand up to meet yours and grasps it slightly in his before letting go.

“promise you’ll get home safely, yn,” the way he said your name sent heat straight to your cheeks and a smile to your lips.

with that you both let go, you exiting the train trying to hold back , and failing, the smile that was so wide it hurt your cheeks.

beomgyu sitting back down and looking at the ground with a lovesick smile on his lips and a dreamy sigh thinking about how pretty you were.

both of you couldn’t wait for what tomorrow held.

a/n: caught myself writing my own name a few times...

also i wrote this while listening to beautiful stranger by laufey :)

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Role Reversal

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~3.2k

Summary: Y/n is the mob boss 😎.

A/N: Anon Request: Can you write a Silver Springs au where reader is the MOB leader and Wanda is the civilian one? Update, I’m finally home!! My dogs didn’t miss me really, and I am too tired to write tonight, but I will start tomorrow with the requests. Enjoy!

Warnings: none

Wanda smiles as she takes a deep breath and basks in the wonderful smells that surround her. She’s in her kitchen cooking and in that moment, she realizes this is one of her favorite places to be. She’d rank it third probably, and she’s grateful that she gets to do this every day. She’s the owner and executive chef of a restaurant downtown that she’d opened with her brother close to a decade ago. It catered to anyone who wanted a home-cooked Eastern European meal. After fleeing her country with her brother at a young age when her parents died, she’d been desperate to find a way to honor them.

She remembered her time in the kitchen with her mother fondly and it was with her that she’d learned to love cooking. Despite not being able to bring much of anything with them, Wanda had managed to bring the old shoebox that held all of her mother’s recipes in them. She remembered how daunting it was moving to America and only having her brother with her. They were poor and desperate for money, and they had lived in and out of shelters and on the streets for months.

It wasn’t until Pietro made a risky decision to get involved with the mob that things started to turn around. He started to make money, and despite not telling his sister how she had grown suspicious relatively quickly. She’d managed to get a job of her own while looking for a place for them to live.

Three months later, they were off the streets and making enough money to start saving. Wanda struggled to figure out what she wanted to do with her life, and it was one night when she’d been cooking to cheer herself up that her brother suggested she open a restaurant. She’d laughed at this and told him that there was no way she could do that. She didn’t know the first thing about running a restaurant. She was barely working in one as it is. She felt like she was just being run ragged as a waitress and wasn’t really learning much other than that drunk college-aged men tipped poorly.

The next week, Pietro had signed her up for business courses at the local university. They’d gotten into their first fight since arriving to America about this because Wanda was scared. She didn’t want to fail at something that could mean so much to her. She’d love to open a restaurant and be able to cook what their mother had taught her every day. That said, she was afraid that if she failed at this, she would fail her mother as well.

It took a lot of convincing, but eventually Wanda went to school, continued to gain experience at a better restaurant job, and 5 years later she and Pietro were able to get a loan to start their own restaurant.

Then Wanda had met you.

One night Pietro had come home from his job hurt really badly and Wanda had freaked out. She’d known that his job was a little risky, he’d told her that he worked security for various night clubs and businesses, but nothing like this had ever happened. He’d been shot through and through in the arm and someone had gotten a few good punches in before back up had arrived.

Wanda had interrogated her brother for nearly an hour before he finally cracked and told her that he didn’t work security. Well, he did, but he was more personal security for one of the city’s most infamous criminals. Wanda hadn’t reacted immediately because she’d honestly been waiting for her brother to smile and tell her that he was just kidding. When this didn’t happen she started screaming at him.

This ordeal unfortunately led to Wanda making a very bad decision that involved following her brother one night when he left for work. She’d followed him downtown to a secluded area near the docks where a group of people were waiting for him. She’d nearly been shot when she accidentally tripped over some old shipping crates, and her embarrassing squeal gave away her location quickly.

She’d thrown her hands up immediately because she hadn’t known what else to do. This group of four men and one women were all armed with guns, and the woman who Wanda realized quickly was the boss had two dogs beside her that she feared almost more than the guns.

“Who might you be?”

Wanda still remembers to this day how your voice had caused a shiver to run up her spine. She hadn’t been able to see you very well in the dark, but she could see you smiling at her as one of your henchmen dragged her towards you. Wanda didn’t even get a chance to respond before Pietro recognized her and cursed in surprise. He’d been pissed at her and told her to go home, but you’d simply shaken your head and told him to take her home himself. He wasn’t needed tonight.

After that disastrous night, Pietro had thought he’d lost his job and Wanda had felt horrible about it. She only had the night to worry about money and how this would affect them when she woke up the next morning to a knock on the door. Pietro was still asleep and after looking through the peephole and not seeing anyone, Wanda opened the door to find a huge bouquet of flowers in a vase on the welcome mat.

Sorry for almost shooting you.

You’d signed your name and Wanda had immediately taken the flowers and set them on the counter. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to do with them, but they were very pretty and it was very unexpected for you to send them. When Pietro woke up, his sister was sitting at the counter on her computer looking into the mob boss that had almost shot her last night.

Wanda was still a little dazed when she ran into you again and you’d been just as apologetic as your note. Wanda had somehow convinced you that it was fine and from there something unexpected happened. She’d start to see you more, and eventually the two of you were almost friends. You only hung out when you weren’t busy which wasn’t often, but you’d given the brunette your phone number and told her to text you if she ever got bored.

You and Wanda started dating around the time that you fired Pietro. You’d told him that he’d still get paid, but you didn’t want him on your security team anymore. You were always at risk and therefore so were the people around you. You didn’t want Wanda to lose her brother because someone wanted to try and kill you. Pietro had been a little ticked and this only worsened when he realized that you were interested in his sister. Wanda had been touched and she’d kissed you for the first time only a week later.

Now, nearly a decade has passed and you and Wanda were married with a 4-year-old daughter. Natalya was a handful and the spitting image of your wife. So much so that it weirded you out sometimes, but you loved your family and you hated when you were away from them for even a minute.

You’re busy at work tonight and had left Natalya with her favorite uncle until Wanda was home. You’d already told her that you would be late, and given that she’d been married to you for so long she realized that this meant not to wait up. She’d finish up her shift at 6 and take their daughter home for dinner and then bedtime. The sound of the kitchen door opening and little feet padding across the floor made Wanda smile before she even turned around.

“Mommy!”

A small body slammed into her legs and she couldn’t help but laugh as she turns to see her daughter smiling up at her as she held her tightly.

“Hi there little one. Did you have a good day?”

Natalya, or ‘little Nat’ as you’ve taken to calling her, starts to tell Wanda all about her day at preschool and then her afternoon with her Uncle Pietro.

“He’s gonna teach me to jump out of a ‘copter!”

This is said with the type of excitement that only a child is capable of expressing as said uncle walks into the kitchen to find the wayward brunette. Wanda shoots her brother a look that he just smiles at before shrugging in defeat. He might not get to take his niece skydiving anytime soon now that the cat was out of the bag.  

“Not until you’re older, milaya.”

Little Nat doesn’t have time to complain before her mom is picking her up and showing her what she’s been cooking. She loves how her daughter’s eyes light up in excitement and recognition at one of her favorite dishes. She’d been wanting to help her mom cook as soon as she could hold a spoon, and she knew these dishes well by now.

“Parikash, mommy can I have some?!”

Wanda smiles at her daughter but she shakes her head because this isn’t even close to done. She looks around to the other staff who are trickling in and realizes that her shift is almost up. She pinches Nat’s cheek when she realizes she’s frowning and she tries to cheer her up with promises of food soon.

“Sorry, Natalya this isn’t done, but we can have some of our own at home. What do you say?”

That’s how you find your wife and daughter when you arrive home a couple of hours later. It was an early night for you which you love and hate. Considering the circumstances of your last-minute change of plans you should be in a horrible mood. You might lose out on a lot of money because someone fucked up and was followed to the drop point for an important deal. That said, you could forget about that for now if you just allowed yourself to enjoy one of the rare days you’re home before Natalya’s bedtime.

“Mommy, you’re doing it wrong!”

You watch from the doorway as your daughter catches on quickly to Wanda’s ‘mistake.’ You know that your wife knows this recipe upside down, backwards and sideways, and she’s just testing your daughter to see how she’s learning. You both smile widely when she grabs the correct ingredient and tries to put it into the pot without cutting it. Despite being brilliant – you’re not biased at all, sometimes her enthusiasm causes her to skip important steps.

You blamed this on your wife’s similar excitement when she cooked, but Wanda wanted to pin it on you for some reason.

“Ah you’re right. So smart milaya.”

As you shut the door to the condo that you and Wanda have been living in for five years, the brunette immediately looks up at the sound. You really need to move your family to a larger place because the floor plan makes it near impossible for you to sneak up on anyone.

“Welcome home, detka. You’re early.”

You hear the unasked question but you just shake your head for now as you watch your daughter look up, and then realize that you’re home. She smiles widely and nearly trips twice in her rush to run over to you.

“Mom’s home!”

You hurry to meet her half way so she doesn’t fall on her face, and you let out an exaggerated groan as you lift your daughter up with a smile.

“Hey Little Nat. How was your day?”

Instead of giving you a play by play of events like she had for Wanda earlier, she just hugs you tightly before muttering under her breath. Wanda can’t hear what she says, but when she notices you frown a little she can’t help but wonder.

“You’re here. You’re never here.”

You can’t help but feel stung by the statement despite it being mostly true. You only see your daughter in the mornings since you’re usually out late at night working. You knew she wasn’t oblivious to this and that she was going to miss you, but seeing her so happy to have you here during the day makes you feel like a shitty parent. She’d requested that you watch some television with you while coloring and she would undoubtedly tell you about her day.

You take this time to head over to the kitchen to greet your wife with a tired sigh. She smiles sympathetically at you before meeting your lips for a kiss. When you pull away, Wanda’s shooting you a questioning look.

“How was your day, Y/n?”

You sigh again before shaking your head and muttering something about working with idiots under your breath. Wanda just chuckles at this before watching Natalya run out of her room and start to set out all of her supplies on the coffee table. You aren’t surprised to see what she’s brought and you know that you’re not going to be great at this.

“What about you, love? How was the restaurant today?”

Wanda tells you that work was good, but that she was glad to be home for the night. You agree with her and follow her to the living room when your daughter waves you over. You sit down and prepare to color absentmindedly as you talk to your daughter about her day, but you don’t get a chance to grab a crayon before the brunette shakes her head.

“No, Mom, watch.”

You smile and Wanda laughs as Nat decides she just wants to show you how to do it and she crawls into your lap with a fistful of crayons. You just listen carefully to your daughter tell you how to best color a giant fish. Wanda just watches in amusement as her wife who she is pretty sure still has her gun on her is instructed by their 4-year-old on the art of coloring. You sneak a peek at your wife and shoot her a charming smile.

“Mom you’re not watching!”

You immediately turn back to Nat and refocus on her drawing with a determined look.

“So sorry. Continue please.”

Wanda leaves briefly to check on dinner before she decides to just watch from the kitchen as you continue to humor Nat. You hug her close to you as you bask in the little free time you get with your daughter during the day. You know that your job isn’t ideal at all, not right now or long term. You want to be present for your wife and daughter and you need to try better. You aren’t sure how you could even consider leaving, but if you had the opportunity you had to take it.

As you watch your daughter color her fish like a rainbow you promise yourself that you’ll do better. You’ve always wanted a family, and you weren’t going to half-ass it because that wasn’t fair to anyone. You didn’t want your kids to be surprised when they got to see you twice daily.

You turn around while Nat’s distracted and look to Wanda with a sigh. You’ll have to talk to her about your plan tomorrow. Tonight, you just wanted to enjoy time with your family.

You jerk in surprise and it takes you a minute to realize that you had fallen asleep. You had just come in here to take a quick nap before dinner, and the next thing you know it’s nearly 8 o’clock. You frown as you stand up and try and find your wife. You figured that she was still downstairs since she wasn’t in the bedroom, and your assumption was proven right when you glance over the banister to see her sitting on the couch in front of the television with your two dogs.

“Hey, detka.”

You walk down the stairs quickly before you realize that you truly had missed dinner. It was mostly put away at this point, but you could see that Wanda had made a plate for you. You assumed the dogs were fed, and Boone even jumps off of his blanket to come greet you. Rogue only wags his tail when he sees you before laying his head back down in Wanda’s lap.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to miss dinner.”

You lean in and kiss her quickly before you steal Boone’s spot with a sigh. You’re exhausted from your day and you aren’t really surprised your nap turned into two hours instead of 15 minutes. You had needed the rest, but you didn’t like missing out on time with your family.

“It’s alright. You needed to sleep.”

You nod before glancing to the television to see what Wanda had been watching. You’re not surprised to see that it’s a nature show, and you turn back to her with a curious look.

��The little one is in bed, I assume?”

Wanda nods because she’d put Natalya to bed almost an hour ago. She’d wanted to stay up and wait for you, but despite her insistence she’d fallen asleep watching the elephants with Wanda on the couch. She’d used Boone as a pillow for most of the time because he was more tolerant of it than Rogue was. The older shepherd couldn’t comfortably accommodate a toddler, but luckily Boone loved to snuggle.

“Yes, she tried to wait for you.”

You smile at this and glance back upstairs as you consider going to kiss your daughter goodnight. You stop short though as you turn to your wife with a smile. She’s not sure what you’re going to say, but she definitely wouldn’t have guessed it no matter how much time you’d given her to think about it.

“While I was napping, I had a weird dream. I was the badass mob boss and you owned a Sokovian restaurant.”

You stand up with a stretch before you head over to the kitchen to grab yourself some dinner before going back to sleep. You know you’ve surprised Wanda because she doesn’t stop you or try to follow you immediately. She’s trying to figure out why you’d have a dream like this after so long. She’d been out of the business since Natalya was born and she’d convinced her brother that retirement had its perks. She wouldn’t be surprised if his new protégé didn’t take over within the next few years.

“You what? Wait, I don’t understand.”

Wanda struggles to stand from the couch because Rogue is dead weight and doesn’t want to move. He grumbles, but Wanda ignores him as she heads to the kitchen to try and get clarification. You don’t offer much as you put your food in the microwave before smiling and heading upstairs.

“Yeah, Little Nat was there and everything. Speaking of…I’m going to go say goodnight. I’ll be back.”

Wanda thinks about stopping you and asking you to tell her everything, but she figures that if it had been anything important you would tell her. She’s curious as to why you’d have this dream, and why you were the one to be a criminal. She doesn’t think about it for much longer as it occurs to her that this might have to do with the role playing from the other night…

 Masterlist

[octuscle]

Hi Chronivac Support, I need some help, I'm a 23 year old Korean American and every time I try and get myself transformed writers first thought is to turn me into some big white guy in his 40s Could your app give me the transformation of my dreams? I want to be turned into a huge muscle freak but stay young and stay korean american. I'd love to grow bigger randomly at inconvenient times, like if im on a date with a guy my nice button up stretches and rips as I swell bigger. I want to sweat so bad everything I own stinks. I fantasise all the time about getting stuck in door ways, being so big I break furniture by sitting on it, sweating and stinking so bad people laugh at me for it. Please just make me a big gross muscle freak

Your wish is my command! And we start directly. During a business lunch. Your back becomes a good deal wider in one fell swoop. Your jacket tears open over your back. You struggle to get out of the jacket. The buttons above your chest are still holding.

You excuse yourself, get up and leave the restaurant. You need air. The first button of your shirt flies off. And the fabric rips over your swelling biceps. And a short time later, your pants give up the fight with your thighs.

It doesn't help, you have to buy something new to wear. At the fitness store across the street in the mall, you get compression shorts and a tank top. And return to your lunch. Your coworkers make a few funny remarks, but no one really seems surprised by your getup.

For the rest of the day, all you can think about is the gym. You drink one protein shake after another. And with every protein fart you feel like you've gained another kilo of muscle mass. And while all your colleagues are still diligently sitting at their screens at 5:00 p.m., you just can't take it anymore. You have to lift weights now. Now! And leave the office.

The next morning you work from your home office. Of course, you went to the gym as soon as you got up. You were sweating like a pig. But now you're showered. You even found a shirt that fits. But you have to wear your compression shorts with it. There were no shorts that fit over your massive thighs. It will do for video conferencing. The first conference is barely two minutes in when your fresh light-colored shirt gets dark stains. You're sweating even more than you did during the workout. After a short time, the shirt sticks to your upper body, soaking wet and stretched to bursting. You try to stay cool. But you hear your colleagues giggling. Now you just have to tense your chest muscles. You have to free yourself from this straitjacket. Your buttons bang like pistol bullets on your screen. And your nipples shine into the camera, freed from their prison. Your boss sends you a private message. Whether you are still in your right mind. You can't help but tear the shreds of your shirt from your sweaty torso. And you let your pecs dance in the camera. Your immediate suspension is already in your e-mail inbox.

You don't care, you can spend more time in the gym. It doesn't matter that you sweat and stink of sweat. You don't need to wear a shirt or a tank top. Everyone should see your sweaty upper body. As long as you need a new job, you can work in the gym as a janitor.

Chronivac Inc. supports its customers wherever possible. Also in the search for a new job. I think I have found something suitable. It doesn't give a shit if you sweat through your uniform. Your partner is a gym rat too and almost stinks more than you. Any crook who has to ride in the car with you is almost punished enough.

However, I can't guarantee that at some point even this uniform will suddenly become too tight…. Take care of yourself!

[neurodivergentbraingoblins]

Story time about how being "inclusive" is often used as pretty jewlery to make workplaces seem less shitty than they are.

So I used to work for a place that did workers compensation claims. I was a data entry worker - essentially my job was to processes all incoming and outgoing documents and make sure they digitally got attached to the correct claim so other people could do their job.

I had been working at this place for about 6 months, and we had a MASSIVE turnover in people. Like over half my team/coworkers quit. Well, I just happened to be really, really good at data entry work. My pattern recognition skills and OCD compulsions were a perfect fit for this job. Even management constantly would say how impressed they were with the amount of work I could get done.

Here's the problem - the 2 other people who didn't quit during the turnover were my superiors. They had problems with the way I communicate (AuDHD). So instead of dealing with it, they openly harassed me in group chats. Our boss would see the chats and then call them out on it and tell them to stop.

Fast forward a few months later. Shit is getting crazy for our company as we were expanding. I'm getting harassed constantly by all my "teammates" and from higher ups. I go to HR about the concern and they decide to have me just directly report to our boss. But the problem wasn't solved. I still had to work with and ask questions to the team who obviously hated me. Simply because I communicate and work differently than I do. I was always willing to help them get caught up on work, but never the other way around.

So I've been at this place for about a year now and I'm testing a brand new method of cataloging data to the correct files. (Example- adding medical records for a specific person to their specific digital file so the adjuster assigned to the claim can review it). Turns out something broke with the process and over 700 files were lost.

So I get pulled into a very sudden meeting with me, the 2 teammembers who were my superiors and my boss. They are freaking out trying to figure out how to fix this. When I could finally get a chance to speak I told them I had backups of most of the files. They all went silent and just stared at me.

I explained that the way the process worked gave me anxiety because of this very potential issue. Once the files were uploaded to the claims, they were deleted from the storage location. Gone permanently. I didnt want to be the one responsible for losing important documents if something when wrong, so as a precaution (and a newly developed OCD compulsion) I would save most files to a different folder as a backup (usually just the files I had to convert from one format (ex: word doc) to a PDF).

Turns out I ended up saving the company thousands of dollars and thousands of work hours. My boss literally said to my face "your OCD saved the day! You're a hero!". The very next day everyone was back to being upset at me for how I did my job 😅

Well, over the course of my year there, management put together a COMPANY WIDE MANDATORY meeting about inclusivity and anti-discrimination. Of course I attended and I was having to hold back tears and laughter as everyone made all these promises to not judge people and to be open to "other working styles". The meeting was a 5 hour long meeting with different games and activities. You could tell the company execs were so proud of themselves for the meeting.

The very next day I received the perfect example of what NOT to do from my own boss who helped lead the company meeting! Essentially she heard a rumor that I was setting up meetings with other departments to work on things that hadn't been approved through the proper channels. She pulled me into a virtual meeting and, I kid you not, lectured me for 5 minutes straight about how that wasn't allowed. When I finally got a chance to speak I calmly told her I'd never done anything like that before. I admitted that occasionally I would ask someone else questions in a random email here or there when it related to what we were talking about. But I had never done any of the things she just accused me of and lectured me about. She was "assuming the worst and the negative instead of something positive" which was one of the core values we had spent almost an hour on at the meeting the day before.

I immediately went to HR crying. What was the point of that ridiculous mandatory meeting if the company superiors were still going to discriminate against me??? Well after a year of putting in hard work for them, fighting against all the harassment they threw at me, and doing my best to advocate for myself I ended up quiting. It was an amazing paying full time (40hr) job that fit my skills perfectly. But I had to quit because I couldn't stand listening to them say "we love your OCD and it really helps the company, but you need to stop doing things that way. It is really annoying and takes too long. Plus your coworkers don't like it. But keep giving us those same results! You really are our best worker!"

My OCD was turned into a joke. Something that was only okay when it benefitted them, but a disgusting trait to hide away when it didn't.

Tldr: I gave a year of my life to a company that outwardly toted being "inclusive" while simultaneously being harassed for my OCD and AuDHD symptoms. All while being told my "OCD saves the company money but like, can you please stop doing things that way? Thanks!"

[ghost-bard]

I've had this theory for a while now, and me n my friend (@nightshadetq ) have talked about it a bit as The Magnus Protocol continues, but I really don't think Alice's indifference to the paranormal/statements/cases ect ect is proof that she like. Has no idea what's going on, or will be in for a rude awakening.

[Note: this post is not free from spoilers up to episode 18]

I think she knows a decent amount of what's actually going on, and is trying to protect Sam (or her uninformed coworkers in general) from getting in too deep.

Other than Lena, who I assume has been the boss since Alice arrived, Alice has worked at the OIAR the longest, "nearly a decade" and has consistently told Sam not to look into anything, to not be curious, and to just do his job, and those moments are when she is the most serious, an odd departure from her typical attitude, very likely a coping or defense mechanism (or survival tactic) on her part.

We also have how she and Colin interact, and her conversation with Teddy in the most recent episode (18 as of writing). While yes, her and Colin's unlikely duo could be in part simply a fun dynamic, grumpy/sunshine, whatever, but we also don't really know what has happened within the last near decade of Alice working at the OIAR. The only person Colin likes is Alice, perhaps because she's the only one he trusts, or maybe they went through something together, that's mostly speculation on my part I'll admit.

What's more interesting is Alice and Teddy's conversation, the weight of Alice calling Teddy a liar, her saying to herself for Teddy to "watch himself" because she's worried. I would point out we have no idea how long Teddy worked at the OIAR, though in episode one there's a mention of "another four years" which implies he's worked there about that amount of time, and so Alice had still worked there the longest.

Honestly it would be weird if Alice hadn't seen weird shit pre-canon given how long she's been there, and that despite the jobs turnover rate hasn't quit despite everything, almost like she's obligated, to the job perhaps not, but maybe to the other people working, given we know that people can and have quit. Of course it could also just be the getting a new job is difficult and she has a younger brother to help out occasionally, but truthfully I find it a bit difficult to believe that being the only reason she wouldn't have quit by now.

Also interesting that the only thing Alice said in response to Gwen talking about Mr. Bonzo, where Sam laughs and thinks she's joking, is after she leaves saying "Curiosity will get you killed, best try and ignore it" wherein Alice clowning on Gwen is what I, at the least, would expect in response. Yes, she questions Gwen interacting with monsters, but she doesn't push her to talk about it, and in fact, gave her an out on what the Externals are.

Considering both Gwen and Sam didn't know about them until 1. Gwen asking Lena to let her "in" and getting work about/for the Externals, and 2. Sam just now being informed. Meanwhile Alice has a fake explanation on what they are, providing Sam with said explanation, therefore shielding him from the truth of the matter, and letting Gwen not have to talk about it, only for Gwen to then say what they actually are. So either Alice already knew what an External was, and lives by the "if you don't know about the real goings on nothing will happen to you" deal and tries to act the part herself, or someone who no longer works at the OIAR AND worked with Externals told her that that was what they were, which I'll admit is also a possibility.

There is also her seeing the drowning victim and her reaction to them. Her primary issue as I remember it was the dead body, given how she implies she hadn't seen a dead body since her parents passed. However, her having a negative reaction to a dead body doesn't mean she hasn't seen other freak shit. There is also the option that she lied about not having seen a dead body since her parents, and she (rightfully) still has an averse reaction to them, though I don't necessarily believe this myself, I am presenting it as an option.

Maybe I'm talking out my ass, but I really don't think Alice has completely avoided everything up until now, especially given how weirdly cagey she is about anyone (mainly Sam, but they have a history so maybe she feels responsible for him in some way) getting curious about what they do, or wanting to look into the cases they receive. If she didn't know anything at all, I don't know why she'd care about someone getting curious about their cases, or at least care as much as she seems to.

[dehydrated-for-donghae]

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content warnings: little bit of angst, misunderstandings, implied one night stand (non-explicit), some stupidity, fluff.

sound track: It's Complicated, There She Goes Again, Beautiful Paradox (all by Yesung) (basically the whole mini album but these three especially)

Thank you anon for requesting :)

sorry it took me so long, everything I've written recently turned out smutty and I wanted this to be... not smutty. it turned out longer than I meant it to, almost 3x Leeteuk's version 🤦‍♀️

I hope you like it and that it was worth the wait :) let me know okay?

First Kisses with Super Junior: Yesung

Curled up on the sofa together, you wonder how much longer this can last.

Yesung has been your best friend forever. Ever since kindergarten, when a boy stole the toy truck you were playing with. You hadn’t ever spoken to the other boy, the quiet one with the dark eyes who everyone was a little afraid of. But he went up to the thief and told him to give it back. 

He didn’t hit him or even push him. He just stared at him, until the other kid was so freaked out he gave the toy back to you. Not saying anything, Yesung just sat down next to you. Even though you were still a little scared of him, you thanked him and smiled shyly.

Then it happened. Yesung smiled at you. It lit up the room, and you were smitten. 

You'd been inseparable ever since. Through thick and thin. Through awkward phases and terrible fashion choices, through bouts of teenage angst and heartbreak.

He had punched a boy for you in the end. You first boyfriend, after he’d dumped you the day before senior prom. As much as it stung seeing him posing for pictures as prom king, with the girl he cheated on you with, the black eye Yesung had given him definitely lifted your spirits a little.

Even when he became a trainee at SM, he still made time for you with video chats and voice notes. It’d been hard but you made it work. At least you were both still in Seoul.

Of course, him debuting as an idol had complicated things a little. Like that time Dispatch had published some blurry photos of the two of you at a restaurant. 

It had been slightly hilarious at first, but then stressful when SM got involved and there had to be official statements. They’re childhood friends, nothing more. While it was true, it still stung a little bit.

The company had “advised” Yesung to keep his distance for a little while. Yesung said of course he would, he didn’t want to cause the company any stress.

He called you five minutes after the meeting, making sure you were still good for your planned movie night that evening.

When his managers realised there was no separating the two of you, they decided it only made sense for you to join the company too. Obviously not as an idol, you made it very clear you had no stage-based aspirations (and you had all the singing talents of a desert rain frog). 

So one of them took you on as his personal assistant, a job it turned out you were naturally very good at. You liked keeping things organised, you had an excellent memory, you liked the freedom of leaving the office to run errands. 

And on a slightly stalker-ish note it was nice to know where Yesung was and what he was doing.

Okay, that did sound awful. But you were both so busy (it wasn’t just Yesung’s schedule you were managing, and Leeteuk was a flighty tart), sometimes it would be weeks before you could see each other outside of work. Overcrowded work schedules aside, you both had your own private lives now. Adulting is annoying like that.

But even then, when you did finally get your Yesung time, it was just like it always was. Cozy on the couch, candles on the table, movie on in the background. Talking about all the things you couldn’t discuss at work. Chatting about how your parents were doing, bitching about your boss’s annoying new girlfriend. Ruminating on Donghae’s obsession with stupid fucking hats.

There was only one subject you didn’t talk about. The reason soon you wouldn’t, couldn’t be curled up on the couch any more. 

Everybody knew Yesung was in a relationship. A long term girlfriend, who he’d never mentioned to you, never introduced. Your heart had shattered like a glass teacup when you heard the other assistants gossiping about it at work. Of course they’d asked you if you knew who the lucky lady was, eyes sparkling with mischief. 

Those sparkles fizzled out quickly when you told them you had no idea, the honesty clear on your face.

We always thought it would be you…

Secretly, yeah, you did too. 

Maybe if you’d stayed, maybe if you’d talked about it like adults. Maybe if you hadn’t run away like a little bitch. 

You tried to live your life in a way that had no space for regrets. But. There’s always an exception to the rules, and sometimes, often late at night… you ached to go back in time and change that morning. Just to stay asleep in his arms, and figure it out together.

It had happened two years ago, after your last -and particularly brutal- break up. Another cheater. You certainly had a type. This one tried to justify his actions by accusing you of sleeping with Yesung. You’d tried to explain, with that same phrase that had haunted your friendship all this time. We’re just childhood friends. 

Even after all these years, even while you were looking in the face of someone who was supposed to love you, those words tasted bitter. And apparently that showed on your face, because your ex’s last words were like a punch in the gut.

But you want more, don’t you? You love him. And if you’re not lying, and you’re really not fucking him behind my back, good. Because that means he doesn’t love you back. 

For the first time, you didn’t call Yesung immediately after that break up. How could you? You knew your ex’s words were true. But it still sucked to be confronted with them. It was like having your heart broken twice, simultaneously. 

You’d been a mess, four glasses of wine deep when Yesung turned up at your apartment. All the alcohol renders the memories a little fuzzy, but you remember the way he looked. Standing too close, looking down at you with dark eyes. Almost angry.

You’re not sure how it happened, but you remember how soft his lips were when he kissed you. Or, more likely, when you’d kissed him. You don’t remember it too clearly. 

But you do remember him pinning you up against the wall, smashing your mouths together like he wanted to devour you. Kissing you like a man starved. Mumbling beautiful things about how he’d been waiting for so long, how it was always you, why didn’t you tell him you felt the same way…

Yeah, you’re not entirely sure how much of that really happened. It’s difficult to separate fantasy and fact when a lifetime’s worth of daydreams gets mixed up with actual memories. 

Other than being able to remember what actually happened, your biggest wish is that you could go back in time and change that morning after. 

You would've stayed where you woke up, curled up on Yesung’s chest with his arms around you. You would've talked it out, figured out what happens next. Been brave and faced your feelings, learnt how he really felt about you. 

And maybe, just maybe…

But that's not what happened. You woke up in his arms alright, with him mumbling your name and something that sounded a lot like “I love you” (realistically you know that one’s gotta have been a fantasy, but you’re going to let your blurry brain remember it anyway). 

You woke up to everything you'd ever wanted. And you ran away like a coward.

Well, you quietly and quickly collected your things, scribbled some note about needing to get to work early. And then you ran away like a coward. 

Sneaking out your own apartment was a strange experience. Almost as strange as sitting at the communal desk at work, dreading Yesung’s impending arrival. For once grateful for the mountain of paperwork in front of you and how it gave you an excuse not to look up when he finally came in.

You had that moment of intense panic, feeling shy and stupid and tongue-tied for the first time in your whole friendship. 

But Yesung just placed a coffee (from your favourite takeaway place that was no where near your apartment and he would’ve had to make a big detour for) in front of you, ruffled your hair, and sat down next to you. Just like every other day.

You never spoke about what happened, but after that, your friendship always felt like a little bit of a grey area. 

Like now, with you both curled up on the couch. Yesung in the corner, one arm propped up on the arm to read his book, the other slung over the back of the sofa, almost around your shoulders. You, resting against his side, the heat of his body pressed against yours making you tingle. Playing games on your phone to distract you, wreaking avian vengeance on nuclear green pigs as some movie played in the background.

You’d always done this. You could and frequently did spend hours in silence, just like this. Falling asleep on each other. You didn’t have enough fingers between the two of you to count the amount of times you’d woken up to find yourself wrapped up in a blanket with his head resting on yours, dozing.

But you just can’t relax tonight, not after what you’d heard at work. 

You tried not to pay attention to the gossip always flying around, it’s inescapable in the idol business after all. But today, there was only one rumour on everyone’s lips.

Someone, somewhere, had heard that Yesung was going to propose soon.

Even if it was just a rumour, it still stung. No, that’s a lie, it stabbed. You might look like you were standing by the water cooler, nodding along las if you already knew it all. But really, you were bleeding out from a gaping chest wound, lying on the floor like a fainted fairytale princess. 

A fainted fairytale princess with no Prince Charming coming to save her, because Yesung was proposing to someone else.

And yet. Here you were, cuddled up on the couch like it’s just a regular Thursday. 

You may not know who the hell his soon-to-be fiancé is, but you’re pretty sure she wouldn’t be happy about the way Yesung is absent-mindedly playing with your hair. Especially when all you can think about is grabbing him and kissing him, making him see that it should be you instead. 

He should be with you. He should be proposing. The two of you should be together, riding off into the sunset on a motorcycle while some epic, end-of-the-movie, they-finally-ended-up-together music drowns out every other sound.

But no, you’re not that kind of girl. So you swallow your feelings like you want to swallow his tongue, and face the truth. 

Yesung is going to propose to his girlfriend.

You should probably talk about it.

“We should probably talk about it.”

“Mmm…?” Yesung sounds sleepy, stifling a yawn as he pulls you in for a one-armed cuddle. “Lemme finish this paragraph.”

Usually that would be fine, everyone knows how irritating it is to be interrupted mid-chapter. But if you don’t have this conversation right now, you might lose your nerve. And then… who knows. You need to know where you stand here.

“Aren’t you going to propose?” 

You didn’t mean to blurt it out like that, but hey. Might as well get straight to the point. Rip the bandaid off. Stab yourself in the chest and hope the blood doesn’t stain the carpet.

Yesung drops his book, his arm flinching away from you like a man burned, breaking the cuddle as he stares at you with eyes full of shock and… confusion?

“You’re proposing right?” You’re proud of your voice for holding out, for not breaking the way your heart is.

“…how’d you find out?” The words are almost a whisper, and you weren’t imagining it. He, confusingly, looks confused.

“Everyone was talking about it at work. Relentlessly.”

Yesung doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t deny, or confirm, just looks at you with those big dark eyes that have had a hold on your heart since you were six years old, before reaching into his pocket. Cautiously pulling out a ring box and handing it to you for inspection.

You don’t want to do it, you don’t want to see it, but your body is not listening to your brain and your fingers are already opening it. 

And there it is. Your favourite stone, in your favourite setting, glimmering up at you like it hasn’t just ripped your heart out of your chest and spat on it. 

It’s your dream ring, the one you’d described to him when you were teenagers pledging to get married if you were both unmarried by 30. Obviously his career had derailed those plans, but he’d still remembered your description. This is your ring.

He’s going to give your ring to someone else.

“This isn't how I meant to do this…” Yesung looks… embarrassed? Slightly desperate? 

Probably hoping you’re not about to rip his arms right off, because that is your ring in that box, and he’s giving it away to some bitch who doesn’t know he’s scared of microwaves because one time you dared him to put half a grape in on full power and it exploded into a burning ball of plasma.

“This is my ring.” You sound angry.

“Yes?” Yesung sounds confused.

“This is my dream ring.” You are angry.

“It is?” Yesung is definitely confused.

“And you're giving it to someone else?!” You didn’t shout, but you might’ve torn a vocal cord. 

“…why would I do that?” Yesung genuinely looks confused, and a little bit hurt.

“But.. your girlfriend…” You barely believe what’s happening. You’re trying to connect the dots, but all your thoughts being muffled by hope, fluttering around in your skull like a very confused pigeon. “Yesung… who is your girlfriend?”

“You?” Yesung is staring at you like you’ve grown a second head, and that second head is singing sea shanties in Swedish at him.  And frankly, you might have. Because the world is not making sense right now.

“…what?” Nope, you’re definitely not speaking Swedish.

“We’re not dating?” 

“What?” Yesung looks as confused as you feel. But considerably less outraged.

“After that night… I thought…” That night? That night? The one you’ve spent the last two years wishing you could go back and change, confessing your feelings and imagining he felt the same way. Wishing you guys had talked it out and maybe… maybe… Yesung has been feeling the same thing all this time?

“It has been literal years.” 

“Yes.” 

“We never talked about it.”

“I didn’t think we had to?” He says it like it’s obvious.

“We haven’t done anything. We haven’t gone on dates.”

“…but all our movie nights…”  You’re not sure why you’re arguing. Are you arguing? You’re so confused.

“We haven’t kissed…” That was supposed to be an inside thought. Yesung is… blushing?

“I didn’t want to pressure you.”  Yesung is blushing. “As long as I’m around you, I’m content.”

Somehow, your brain hasn’t exploded. Your heart is intact, even if it’s beating fast enough to bruise your ribcage. Yesung is content around you. Because Yesung thinks you’re dating. Yesung thinks you’re dating. You’d pinch yourself, if you hadn’t just had a better idea of checking that you’re not dreaming.

“…don’t you want to?”

If actions speak louder than words, Yesung is shouting.

Except Yesung isn’t shouting. He’s kissing. 

He’s kissing you, and it’s even better than you’ve ever imagined. And you’ve imagined it a lot. Imagined how easy it would be, from the way you curl up together on the couch, how easily Yesung could tilt your chin if you turned just so and…

And he does, cupping your face with his hands as he presses your mouths together. Pulling you close, holding you so carefully like you’re made of glass and could break at any second. 

“I’ve wanted to do that every day since I woke up without you.” Yesung’s eyes have always been intense, but more so than ever right now. “I think about kissing you every day. All the time. It’s my first thought in the morning, and my last one at night.”

” You’re a little breathless, and all you want is his lips back on yours but you’ve gotta know.

“..why didn’t you?” 

“I didn’t want to pressure you. All of your other boyfriends have been assholes, I wanted to treat you better. I’d do anything for you…” Yesung is blushing. 

But more importantly, his mouth is within kissing distance.

“Kiss me.”

And kiss you he does, wrapping you up in his arms and twining his fingers in your hair. Whispering your name against your lips, telling you how much he loves you. How he’s always loved you. How he’s always loved you, and he always will love you. The sun could explode and the world could end and he’d still love you.

It’s not technically your first kiss. But it’s the first kiss of your future…

"Wait, did we skip dating and go straight to marriage?" "Seems like it."

m.list

[birthfan]

Your 3 weeks over due with twins. Your absolutely massive with babies you can’t hardly walk but when you do you have the best/ biggest waddle ever. You work for the best real-estate companies around and your the #1 Realtor at the company. On a Saturday you get a phone call from your boss begging you to work an open house because the others can get it sold even though your on leave already. You agree but are very disgruntled but you slip into a loose sundress (only thing that fits) put on your heals and go to the house open it up and start letting customers in. ****As expected the open house brings dozens and dozens of shoppers *****

"hmmm of course everyone would hnnng decide to come today" I mumbled to myself as the potential buyers kept coming in, it was to be expected on a Saturday. "mmmnn it's almost like she wants me to pop out hnnng this baby in front of them" I thought to myself; my boss had called me up that morning offering triple my month's salary for working on this open house, apparently no one else was available but the overdue woman who was going to be induced the next day, whatever, I needed the money for the hospital expenses.

"excuse me miss, about the second floor.." a customer approached making me put on my customer service smile as I held my contracting belly, I'd been having contractions all day and they were starting to get closer and stronger, but I tried my best to keep a straight face, if it all went well I could just drive to the hospital once everyone left.

"well it's better if I show you" I said leading the customer towards the stairs, every step made me want to push, the baby felt so low and heavy and the pressure was unbearable; we finally reached the top of the stairs.

"huuu as you can hmmm see th-the s-second floor ba-haa-bathroom is..." I tried my best to best to describe the house as the contractions were now on top of each other making me pant and wince as I talked.

"Ma'am I'm sorry are you alright?" The customer asked worriedly "ooh d-don't you worry about me, I'm fi-" I was unfortunately interrupted by a loud splash as fluids gushed of my womanhood soaking the carpet beneath my feet.

I squatted deeply as I could feel the baby's head passing through my cervix causing me to push "hnnnnnng haaaa" the customer freaked out and yelled "OH MY GOD!" Catching the attention of everyone in the house.

My face turned a deep red as I turned towards the stairs to see that almost everyone had flocked at their base where they could see my soaked panties under the skirt of my sundress.

I pushed again feeling my lips bulge under the now almost see-through panties "hmmggaaah" I groaned as I slowly stood back up and asked the customer that I had accompanied "huuu c-could you lower m-my underwear haaa?"

They blushed deeply as they lowered themselves in front of me, went under my dress and lowered my drenched panties down to my ankles "th-thank you" I pant out before I hear someone say "Call an ambulance!!!".

Another customer went up the stairs "I think it's best if we get you down miss" he said as he reached me and the other customer "Y-yeah th-that seems like a good idea" I wrapped my arms around both of their shoulders as they helped me down.

Every step was torture as the movement of my legs caused the baby's head to slowly open me up, by the time we reached the bottom of the stairs another contraction hit me "mmmmmmnnnnnggggggghh" I grunted as the baby almost crowns.

"quick get her to the couch!" a customer yelled as my two helpers lead me to the expository couch. As I sat one of the customers opened my legs up and made me put my feet on the coffe table.

"She almost to a full crown I don't think the ambulance will make it in time" she said with a soothing calmness in her voice "alright hun listen to me, the next push is going to hurt like hell, but I need you to keep going until you can, okay?" She said.

I nodded as I tried not to think at all the people watching me in this sorry state. I felt a powerful contraction and began pushing "hnnnnnnnn" "alright good keep going" "nnnnnhhhhhaaaaaaa" "the head is at a full crown, keep pushing" "aaaahhhmmmmmmnnnnggg" I moaned as my pussy felt like it would split apart in front of everyone as I pushed.

"gggggggAAAAAH" "alright nice job miss,the head is halfway out, with the next push it should come out no problem" the woman said smiling softly at me as she lead my hand towards the top of my baby's head to feel it.

As my fingers felt my baby's hair and wet head I could feel myself begginning to cry from joy "oh my god that's my baby" I said tears streaming down my face.

The woman smiled "yes it is and in a minute you'll finally be able to hold them in your arms" she said, her fingers helping my lips stretch, as my body prepared fr another contraction.

As soon as it hit I pushed "hmmmmggaah" I grunted as the head popped out spraying fluids on the couch "amazing hun, let me just check for a cord" she said, all the other customers looking amazed at the head dangling in-between my legs.

"hmmm quick I gotta push" I whimper as the woman checks my baby's neck "alright you're good to know, push to your heart's content" as soon as I heard those words I pushed as hard I could, feeling the shoulders stretch my vagina again as they slowly came out, with my baby sliding out of me into the woman's hands.

"haaa haaa haaa" I panted, my body exhausted from having to birth my child. The woman handed my crying baby to me "it's a boy, how do you want to call him?" She asked as I began nursing my baby as the remaining fluids still leaked out of my sore womanhood.

I look at the woman and ask "what's your name?" She looks puzzled "huh Jessica" she answers, I smile to her and answer "then I'll call him Jesse"