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gingiesworld · 10 months

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A Friend

Jane Banner x GN! Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Mentions of Rape/Death.

Word Count: 1.9k+

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18+ MINORS DNI

It was no secret that Agent Y/L/N was hard on their team, they always were driven to solve any case thrown their way, but that made Jane hate them even more. She only knew a small amount about them, Y/N was never one to open up about their private life.

“So, we have a serial rapist on our hands.” Y/N informed them all as they handed their team a file. “This person has seven victims already.”

“Do you think it’s a copycat of the perp from 5 years ago?” One agent asked as Y/N pursed their lips.

“Maybe.” They answered them. “But we never really caught them from five years ago.” Jane watched as they tensed up slightly. “There is a possibility it is the same person.”

“So, what is the plan?” Jane questioned as she flicked through the file.

“We need to map out each victim’s last days, find out every location they have been and talk to everyone they have ever spoken to.” Y/N told them. “We will also need to talk to each of the families, get an idea of who the victim is because there may be a factor that has been overlooked.” They read out names of who would be teaming up and splitting the tasks accordingly. They approached Jane with an expressionless face. “Come on, we have work to do.” They told her before heading out of the briefing room, Jane rolled her eyes as she followed them to their car.

“So, where are we going?” She asked them as they started the car.

“Elle’s boyfriend.” They told her as they kept their eyes on the road. “She was the first victim and we need to know how she acted leading up to this.”

“Ok.” Jane mumbled as she kept looking over the files. She also had the files from the last investigation they had just been talking about, seeing a familiar name. Elizabeth Y/L/N, then she glanced at the ring that remained on their finger.

“Let me do the talking.” They told her as they shut off the engine before getting out of the car. Heading inside an auto shop. “Mr Brody? May we have a moment?” They asked as they flashed their badge.

“Yeah.” He nodded as he led the two of them through to the staff room. “Is this about Elle? Did you find the bastard?” He asked as Jane closed the door behind them.

“We haven’t yet, but we plan on finding him and not stopping until he is behind bars. For the rest of his life.” They informed him. “We just need to know if there was anything different about Elle leading up to her death?”

“No.” He whispered as he looked down. “It was just a normal week. She was coming home later than usual from her shift at the hospital.” He looked between the agents. “She called and apologised over and over again because she promised Sam that she would be back in time to read to him. There was nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Does she walk or drive to work?” They asked him as he shook his head.

“She walks to work.” He answered. “When she works long shifts, she doesn’t really want to drive in case of an accident.” Y/N nodded as they took down some notes.

“Would you be able to map out the route she walks to and from work.” They asked him. “It’s just so we can get the traffic cam footage from that night to see if there's anything out of the ordinary.”

“Do you think he followed her?” He asked them as Y/N sighed

“We can’t say for sure right now, but we need to cross off every possibility.” They told him. “But once we have our answers, we will let you know.” With that the two agents left the auto shop, ready to speak with the families of the other victims.

“How do you expect us to catch this person?” Jane asked them as they sighed before looking over at her.

“I know you are new to this department, but I have my ways of getting to the bottom of the cases I work on.” They told her.

“Or allowed to work on.” She murmured as Y/N pulled up, turning to face her, anger evident in their eyes. “I saw a name in the case files from five years ago. Elizabeth.”

“Don’t.” They snarled as she smirked. “I don’t owe you any explanation nor do I need to tell you about myself.” With that they got out of the car, Jane hot on their heels as they entered the building.

“I just don’t get it.” Jane said as she followed them into their office. “You weren’t allowed to work on the case five years ago for personal reasons, they never caught the guy and you’re allowed to work on a case that may be the same guy now.”

“Get out.” They told her firmly, neither paying attention to the small crowd outside of the office. “Get out of my office now.”

“I just need to know who I am working with. I am owed that much.” She told them as they chuckled.

“You really want to know?” They spoke angrily, Jane could see that she had hit a nerve. “My wife, the woman who I loved with all of me. She was pregnant when she died.” Jane started to feel bad. “Yeah. She was raped and murdered while she was carrying our child.” They stepped closer and she could see the years of grief and pain in their eyes. “So yes, I wasn’t allowed to work on the case because of personal issues.”

“Why is it different now?” Jane asked them.

“I have a 100% run on cases. Every case I have worked on, I have solved it.” They told her. “The agent who was in charge five years ago, he was getting old, ready for retirement. So he got lazy, and decided to just call it an unsolved case.” They took a shaky breath. “They failed my wife and child. They failed every victim before her, and I don’t intend to stop until he is behind bars and rotting.” She watched as they moved back behind their desk. “Now please leave. Ask Mouth about the traffic cams from the night Elle Brody was found, from the time she left the hospital.” Jane just nodded as she left, heading straight to the IT department.

Y/N sat with their head in their hands, the picture of their wife always remained on their desk, wiping away a stray tear that had escaped.

As the weeks went on, the team worked tirelessly as they narrowed down on suspects. Y/N’s eyes narrowed on to a familiar name, similar to the agent who led the case five years ago.

“What is it?” Jane questioned as everyone’s eyes were on Y/N and the director.

“Do we have an address for either of them?” Y/N asked their superior.

“We can get them.” He answered as Y/N nodded.

“We are going to need two separate teams.” Y/N said as they turned around to Mouth. “Get me their addresses and any place they may be hanging out.” They turned back to everyone. “Ok, I need a team to go for Horace, he is an ex agent. Retired around the time the old case was closed, marked as unsolved. So, we will need to be smart with him, and the others will go for Thomas. I want him more than Horace but I also want answers from him.”

“I think it’s best if you sit this one out.” Directeur Jameson told them.

“No.” They shook their head.

“Y/N, this is now personal to you.” He told them. “You have gotten this far. You got to the bottom of this case, now let me finish it.”

“But.” They tried as he looked at Jane.

“Please take them home.” He ordered her as she nodded, taking their arm as they didn't even fight. “I will make sure they both pay for this Y/N. I promise.”

“Keep me updated.” They told him as he nodded, they followed Jane out of the building and to her car.

“I need your address.” She told them, she listened as they directed her to their house. Pulling up in their driveway.

“Thank you.” They spoke quietly as Jane smiled slightly, watching as Y/N got out of the car, soon following them up the path. “You can go home Jane.”

“I am not leaving you on your own right now.” She told them. “You need a friend more than ever.” They sighed and allowed her inside, leading her to their kitchen.

“It’s nice here.” She told them as she accepted the drink from them.

“Elizabeth was the one who decorated here.” They told her. “She picked out everything when we first moved in together. That was almost 13 years ago.” They watched as Jane looked around. “I haven’t really had the heart to redecorate.”

“Everyone grieves in their own time.” She told them.

“You speak like you know.” They said as they led her through to the living room.

“Well, we have all lost someone close to us at one point.” She told them. “My best friend was mugged and stabbed when we were in high school.” She took a sip of her drink. “That is why I wanted to become an agent. I wanted to get to the bottom of the cases that no one else could.”

“You wanted to be someone that people can count on.” They nodded as she smiled. “I really liked solving problems, so I actually went to MIT to study engineering.”

“Then how did you?” She asked them as they chuckled.

“I guess I never wanted to just be an engineer, work in a lab or a workshop.” They told her honestly. “So I joined the academy. I know, it was a waste of my degree but I just wanted to do something that means more you know.” They told her before a smile formed on their face. “Then I met Elizabeth when I was sent to the ER. I was shot in the shoulder, I was kind of cocky when I was younger.” Jane laughed at their words. “I remember flirting with her, asking her out and she turned me down, but after multiple trips to the ER, I finally wore her down.”

“So she felt pity on you?” Jane teased as Y/N laughed with a nod.

“She did.” They took a deep breath. “It only started as a cocky ego trip but I couldn’t picture my life without her by my side. That’s why it broke me when she was taken from me.” They gave Jane a smile. “Thank you.”

“What for?” She asked them, confused.

“For being a friend. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to have a friend.” They told her as their phone vibrated, they glanced at it before looking at Jane. “They’ve got them.”

“It’s over.” She whispered as Y/N took a deep breath, soon letting out a strangled sob.

“I can’t believe it.” They cried as Jane moved to wrap her arms around them. “She’s finally getting the justice she deserves.” Jane held them as they cried, knowing this was the closure they really needed from this case.

#jane banner x gn! reader #jane banner x reader #jane banner #wind river #elizabeth chase olsen #elizabeth olsen imagine #lizzie olsen x you #lizzie olsen x reader #lizzie olsen imagine

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hunkledunk · 1 year

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Can someone like. Talk to me about what it's like to be poly?

I've never been great with relationships. I've always felt like there's way too much that's expected of me to be a "good" partner and I simply don't feel capable of that emotional stability sometimes. So much of that feeling is "if I'm the only person you're going to be this close with I can't ever have faults or needs" because then I'd be weighing down this person that I care so deeply about, like they have to bear my burden all alone.

I feel like I would appreciate a network of people to be close with. Not being the first and only point of contact for the people I care about, but having a shared group we can all confide in and find support from where no one person is made to feel like they have to fix anything on their own.

I feel a little silly saying this, but I had written off the thought of a poly relationship because I don't think I could take part in a threesome without getting jealous. Not if it's with a dedicated partner and just some guy, at least. There's that feeling of "I'm not good enough, they need this other person" that sticks in my head.

I don't know necessarily if a poly relationship would be that different, but I think an understanding that everyone truly cares for each other (in a way just a friend group can't really match?) would help with that anxiety a lot. One person feeling depressed and anxious wouldn't be the sole responsibility of their one partner, but a time for everyone to come together in support. A threesome wouldn't be playing with a new toy, but a loving moment between equals. That sounds good to me.

I don't have anyone in my life who's poly, or who's even expressed a slight interest in the idea so honestly I feel like there's so much I don't know. I dont have a strong mental image when it comes to polyamorous relationships. I just joined tumblr recently and I've already seen so many people openly discuss all their sexualities and relationships, it's making me want to join in and discover myself in a way I've never really felt prepared for before.

If you have something you'd want to say to someone like me I'd really appreciate it. My DMs are forever open if you'd rather it be private, too.

#shoutouts to autocorrect for thinking poly was supposed to be polymerization #poly #polyamory #polyam #polyamorous #polyamourous #lgbtq #queer

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zargontari · 3 months

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HELL AND YOU

(intro, I suppose)

(thumbnail art of my sona done by @batstabb; go check it out!)

Hi there! My name's Zargontari, though I also go by Skippy, if that's easier to remember. I'm twenty-one, nonbinary, and probably the most rabid objectum you'll ever meet.

My blog is generally SFW, though there may occasionally be a suggestive reblog or sex joke. There also may be artistic gore. I primarily reblog, without much original content except for the occasional bit of writing, or general raving about whatever interest I'm into at the time of posting.

Ask box is open, and so are DMS! I adore interaction, and won't ever be bothered if you pop up out of the blue to say hello. Even if you just need to talk to someone and you feel like there's no one who will listen. I'm your guy. I'm chronically online and have little else to do besides work and look at my phone.

Currently, my biggest interests are: Expeditionary Force, Rain World, Mass Effect, Venom (movies and comics, though I have gotten nowhere in the latter as of yet), Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon, and dragons in general, really. Feel free to chat with me about those or anything else!

I don't often tag my posts (a bad habit, I know), but here are the common ones I use when I do!

#tblr bm: Tumblr Bookmark! Self explanatory; I want to keep whatever I saved to look at later. Another bad habit, really. I never look at the tag. Alas.

#through to the tether au: this is a big one. This tag holds all my nonsense and shenanigannary about my Expeditionary Force AU, Through to the Tether. The whole thing is convoluted right now, but there may be a larger text post about it later. I plan for there to be a fanfiction! Truly, though, no one knows. Especially not me.

#forsake everyone but demoman: demoman TF2 posting. I don't have to explain myself to the likes of you

Quick QNA:

Why does your blog look so fucking ugly?: This was the layout that I created whenever I first made a Tumblr, didn't understand how it worked, and assumed I would never use it. I will not ever change it. My sideblogs can be pretty but this bastard child won't ever be.

When are you most active?: On and off throughout the day, though early in the morning (USA-EST) and late at night are when I really crack down on that delicious screen time.

You reblogged something problematic. What do I do?: I would always prefer to be told if something I've done, said, or associated with is wrong. Contact me in private to let me know, and all will be well.

#tblr bm #through to the tether au #forsake everyone but demoman

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battle-subway-ghost · 1 year

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Intro.

Never been good at introducing myself. But, here we go.

I'm Paris. Or Ghost. Either one works. Ghost is a nickname, and has been an alias for a while now. I don't really care which one you want to call me. Anyways, I'm 24, and my pronouns are he/him.

I used to fight in the Battle Subway a lot. So if you remember a guy named "Ghost" from there, that's probably me. That's all over now though, I've been living in Galar for a while now. Still connected to my Unovan roots though. Imagine some braviary sound effects here, I don't fucking know.

If you think you recognize me, firstly no you don't. I keep my face private for a reason. Secondly, don't come up to me if you aren't looking to have a battle. Not gonna force you but I don't like talking to strangers outside of that.

So my horse accidentally posted a video of me getting attacked by my rival's Froslass. So my face is kinda out there now. Don't fucking harass me or shit like that, don't be a weirdo. (and no, this doesnt mean ill be posting more pictures of myself. Don't ask.)

Anyways. Enough about me, here's my team.

I've also got a battler in-training, and 3 rattata that I keep as pets. I might as well give 'em all a graphic here.

FAQ because people in real life keep asking me this:

Q: Cheri looks very pink. Is that normal? A: Yes, he does. It probably is.

Q: Is that a shiny alolan rattata? A: No. Bean is albino.

Q: What's wrong with Grungle? A: Nothing. He's a weird subspecies or hybrid, not sure which yet. Either way, he's REALLY FUCKING BLUE NOW, HOLY SHIT. He's safe though- it's not dangerous.

Dunno what else to say here. My main interests are battling, so if you have any questions about that, feel free to ask me. I'm not an actual EXPERT on it or anything, but it's whatever.

Hello! This is the OOC part of the introduction! I follow from @act11as, and ooc posts will be tagged as such, and will usually have the color green. I don't always do this, as it can be grating to look at after a while.

My rotomblr "hub" account is @battle-subway-aftershow!

Muse is an adult, mod is a minor. Don't be weird, or I'll screenshot your ask and make fun of you with my friends. Into the hall of shame with you.

(Weird: NSFW/Suggestive asks, fetish mining, etc. Do not fucking do these.)

Additionally: If your main is NSFW, please do not follow me. I will block you for my own comfort.

ALL TRIGGER WARNINGS WILL BE TAGGED AS "[word] tw"! This is to make it easier to blacklist things! if I ever miss something or you need me to tag something in specific, shoot me an ask or a dm! I'll try to remember.

Guidelines/Rules I guess?

*ALMOST ANY kind of Pokemon Irl blog can interact! Eeby deebies, sapient pokemon, evil teams, whatever! I cannot guarantee that Paris will be nice to you, (ESPECIALLY an evil team) or believe you.

*Self-Insert fallers, please do not interact. I personally cannot handle these kinds of blogs. Self-insert ocs are fine, but the idea of a real person on rotomblr being isekaid into Pokémon is not.

IN CHARACTER anon hate is perfectly fine! Be an asshole to Paris! Keep in mind that I won't always respond to these however, especially if they go too far in my eyes.

PARIS CAN AND WILL BE AN UNRELIABLE NARRATOR! He doesn't know all the details, he can be wrong, he can flat out lie. Just something to keep in mind!

Extra:

Mystery Gifts are now open! And Preferred! Feel free to go crazy with this ^^

Pelipper Mail, un-mail, and Malice are always open! Feel free to torment this guy whenever you so please. (links go to the source posts for all 3 lol)

Musharna mail, (sending dreams) and Musharna malice (sending nightmares) are always on! Once again feel free to torment this guy.

Magic anons are usually off, unless I specifically specify otherwise!

Organizational tags:

#[nickname] the [pokemon] - Most posts about Paris' pokemon should be tagged like this.

#mind's eye - Usually ask games- these are not things Paris would actually say out loud, at least in the way the post says it, to a degree! Consider these semi-canon in nature. Feel free to press him outside of ask games, if you see something interesting though ^^

#Paris used Sleep Talk - a bit of a mixed bag, posts made by Paris either when he’s tired, falling asleep, or actually asleep. Usually angst but can be memes as well. Mixed bag like I said

#rival tag - Tag for posts mentioning/about Paris' rival, also known as @/subzeroiceshard

#mylah tag - Tag used for @/tinkatinktrain- Paris' friend.

#sprite tag - Tag used for @/thatfailedpokemontrainer- similar situation to the above.

#frosty tag - Tag used for @/frosty-sneasel!

#bluebird anon/bluebird tag - Tag used for @/blu3b1rdsss!

#beedrill tag - Tag used for @/a-nickits-den!

#shilo tag - Tag for @/shilo-sumac!

Previous arcs/Lore:

#A Frosty Reception / #A Frosty Reception 2.0 - Takeovers of one of Paris' childhood friends. done twice because I kept getting sick :(

#Gone Fishing Arc - Paris fucked off into the woods and almost never returned! Good look into his character. (warnings for pokemon attacks, injury, and frostbite)

#Kicked to Kanto - Smaller thing, what it says on the tin.

#Team Fauna - Inconsistently tagged, but should have the vital bits in the general area? (Check "Cult tw" if otherwise). Paris goes undercover in a cult to save his friends. This does not have consequences whatsoever (obviously, warning for cults.)

#Unraveling arc - Post Team Fauna- Something strange is going on with Paris' reality... It seems to be falling apart! Unraveling, even! (Warnings for horror, body horror, and unreality)

#Greyed Walls Event - The aftermath of Unraveling. Our Paris is missing, and a curious foxlike entity has gotten involved... (Askblog-style event- this is an AU of Paris, set in a post-apocalyptic world!) (Mild warning on top of the obvious apocalypse for horror and talks about injury + amputation!)

And finally, for music enjoyers- Here's his playlist! NOW ON YOUTUBE TOO BECAUSE FUCK SPOTIFY!

#pinned #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #rotumblr #rotomblr #pokeblogging #Spotify

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remytheartist · 1 year

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Hello again! (Sorry if I’m getting annoying) but I’m pansexual my mother says she supports me but I’m to scared to come out to my father I’m scared that he may not support me what do I do? (sorry if I’m getting to personal!! I just need someone to talk to :(

Q: Hello again! (Sorry if I’m getting annoying [You’re not- You good bookie-Remy] but I’m pansexual my mother says she supports me but I’m too scared to come out to my father I’m scared that he may not support me what do I do? (sorry if I’m getting to personal!! I just need someone to talk to :( |)

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Sun: …

Sun: I was scared to tell Moon too…

Sun: I told Monty first, considering they’re my best friend…

[ Sun: I’m pansexual…

[ Monty: YOU TOO?!

[ Sun: WAIT YOU’RE???

[ Monty: YES???

Sun: As you could tell, it went well…

[ Monty: If youre brave enough to come out to me, you can be brave enough to come out to Moon…And if he says anything stupid I can and will punt him for you.

Sun: And uhhh eventually I came out to him after a lot of pep talks from Monty, Freddy, and Gregory??? Who somehow found out-??? And well-

Moon: The dumbass forgot that Im acearo…But I’m still proud of him for working up the courage to not just come out to me but also to the others.

Sun: As long as you have a support system you should be fine

Moon: Even if your father doesn’t accept you, your mother has. Just try to focus on the people who love and support you for who you are unconditionally,,,

Sun: And you have us! We’ll always support you :D! So I’d say come out to him- Its better to have it out in the open rather then hiding it for so long,,,It takes a strain on your mental health and bond,,,

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Usually I wouldnt interrupt this with myself coming in here but this topic hits close to home since I have a situation where half of my family doesnt support me (specifically with being trans) but the other half does-

So like Sun said: I’d say come out- Ofc it’ll take a lot of courage- But you were brave enough to come out to your mom and thats a huge step- I believe you can do it again and nothing is stronger than a parent’s support-

If things go bad, focus on the friends and family you have that do support and love you unconditionally- But also remember that in most cases your father’s love of you wont change- You’re his child- Try to remember that he still loves you but also dont use that as an excuse to excuse any actions he may pull after finding out- I REPEAT: If things go bad DO NOT EXCUSE HIS ACTIONS JUST BC HES YOUR DAD!!!

But besides that you seem lovely and youre parents have raised you well so far- Im sure he’ll accept you and love you just as your mother has :D!

[If yall do ever need/want advice like this and would ever like to talk to me about this or just random shit my dms are open if you want stuff like this to be more private :D!]

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shebeezee · 11 months

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Welcome to my page! <3

I’m redoing this now that I’ve been on here for a little while. :]

Quick Intro:

Hey, I’m Bee! I’m a 21 year old queer hispanic from the USA. I prefer if a mix of pronouns are used for me but it’s not required.

I have multiple different disorders/ mental illnesses but you’ll mostly only find BPD related vents here so big TW for BPD related stuff. It’s a safe place for anyone who struggles with any type of disabilities, disorders, mental illnesses, etc.

My DMs, Inbox, etc is always open for any comments, questions, concerns, etc. I’m not very active on Tumblr (I don’t spent a lot of time on here) and I don’t have notifications on but I will respond once I see your message. If you’d like to be mutuals, feel free to interact with this post! Feel free to like, reblog, comment or shoot me a message! If I deem that your account is too triggering for whatever reason however, I may not follow back.

Take care of yourself honey! 💛

Tags:

#SheBeeZee - lil rambles or whatever else

#Inbox - inbox stuff

#BPD - bpd related vent/ rants

Longer Intro:

Hello again! I’ll just go into a bit more detail here. :)

I’ve been off the internet for a long while since I did cut off everyone in my life a few years ago. I isolated myself until more recently when I really started struggling and needed a place to vent out some frustrations. I struggle reaching out to people so feel free to reach out yourself, I promise you’re always welcomed here! :]

I only really post BPD related stuff here to try to keep things more of a safe place where there’s not too many sensitive things that can easily trigger people. I do have a side blog that’s not too hard to find but I won’t link it here because I’ll be rambling more on there about other sensitive topics that can be triggering.

I never had a “Tumblr Era” before this so I’ve pretty much been going in blind. I also don’t spend too much time looking at stuff on here either, not cause I don’t want to but just the mental illness brain talking.

I also do have pretty bad paranoia so if there’s ever something I don’t really answer or I seem to avoid mentioning, please don’t take it personally. I don’t mean any harm by it but I just prefer to keep some things private and my privacy is something I value a lot.

As I mentioned previously, I do have a lot of different disorders along with BPD so BPD can look very different on me compared to someone else who has different disorders. I am not a professional and only use this page to vent thoughts related to my experiences or things I’m going through. People without BPD might also relate to some of my vents since I do have other disorders that can affect my mindset so please don’t take anything I say or vent about as professional medical advice. If anyone wants to talk about it privately, I don’t mind that but please don’t take anything I say as 100% one way or the other since BPD can really look much different in people as well as my other disorders that are also factors to take in.

Thank you so much for reading and I appreciate anyone who sticks around! It’s definitely made me smile knowing there’s a lot of people who can relate to things I struggle with. It makes me feel much less alone than I did when I first started this account. It’s made me feel less crazy and less “it’s all in my head” about things. I appreciate each and every one of you. 🫶 Hope I see all my cute lil flowers around often! 🌻 Take care of yourselves, stay hydrated and remember you’ve been doing amazing with the cards you got given. If no one has said it, I’m so proud of you and love you! 🐝

Started: 9/27/23

Carrd: (bc I’m proud of it :>)

#SheBeeZee

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natal7e · 5 months

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private, mutually exclusive rp blog for natalie scatorccio of showtime's yellowjackets. i don't own nat, yellowjackets, etc. etc. will write nat in wilderness, young adult, and adult eras. will not write high school nat except in exploration with friends.

MDNI. triggering content present including ( but not limited to ) : ritual cannibalism, addiction ( to alcohol, drugs, and sex )

studying the themes of: leadership in hard times, shared trauma, best of the worst, drink the pain away, eat your young, supernatural psychosis, trauma love, bringing the darkness back, forever seventeen but never seventeen, star athlete, survival above all else, i'm worse, the wilderness chose, live by your guilt and die with it, all for one and one for none, the emperor, bloody queen

please note: this blog will be written in first person and therefore follow an unreliable narrator. in all eras, nat is an addict and will absolutely do whatever she has to in order to survive.

heavily affiliated with: @antl5r, @roseguided, @hollowvictory, @kwsatz

promo. memes. bio. vamp multi.

rules below cut

ONE . The first rule of my blogs will literally always be don’t be a dick. I don’t have time for it. You don’t have time for it. Just don’t do it.

TWO . I don't have any triggers, but if you do please let me know!! this blog will contain a boat load of triggering content including but not limited to gore, violence, and mature situations. I generally don't tag triggers unless I'm asked, but I tag things with NSFW when it needs to be.

THREE . I do practice mains and exclusives, because sometimes you just click with people and that's ok! I will follow duplicates of MY muse, but unless it's a friend, I generally won't follow duplicates of exclusive muses.

FOUR . As far as shipping is concerned, Nat is a really hard muse to actually ship with. She considers Travis ( and Lottie ) to be the loves of her life, and given the nature of her addiction after getting back from the wilderness, it's unlikely anyone could convince her to be than a hook up. I'm open to exploring it, it'll just take a lot of plotting.

FIVE . This blog is limited to interactions with mutuals. i always follow back / follow first if i feel like we can write together. if i haven't followed you back after a few days, it probably means i won't be following back to write. for the sake of my profession (i'm a high school age educator) i will not be following back anyone younger than 21. While i do not follow back younger than 21 because i feel icky if you're young enough to be my student, my messages are always open if you ever need anything! if you need an adultier adult to talk to about something i can always try to be that for anyone. i know how important trusted adults are.

SIX . This blog will be mostly private. I'm here for a good time not a long time. If you want to write with me, the best way is to DM me and say yo bitch let's RP.

SEVEN . My name is bee. i'm 32 years old. i've been writing on tumblr for like 10 years and rping in general for over half my life. i met my significant other through rp. we just moved across the country so i could go to rabbinical school. obviously i'm super busy but i love making friends!

CREDITS . psd and graphics made by @depreciate <3

#PINNED.#BEE / SHE/HER / THIRTY-TWO.

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str1ga · 6 months

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ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀꜱ. ᴀᴘᴇx ᴘʀᴇᴅᴀᴛᴏʀꜱ ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴀʟʟ-ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴅᴇᴛᴀᴄʜᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪɴ ɪᴛꜱ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇᴛʏ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴏʀʀᴏᴡ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟɪɴɢ ꜱᴀᴛɪꜱꜰᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴ. -- ʟᴏᴜɪꜱ ᴅᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇ ᴅᴜ ʟᴀᴄ

private mutually exclusive vampire multimuse. written by bee. primarily written in the first person. mature themes present 21+ only.

heavily affliated with: @agedrot @benefeco @fyllakas @maramcna @faebloods @badwo1f

promo. memes.

RULES AND MUSES:

ONE . The first rule of my blogs will literally always be don’t be a dick. I don’t have time for it. You don’t have time for it. Just don’t do it.

FOUR . This blog is limited to interactions with mutuals. i always follow back / follow first if i feel like we can write together. if i haven't followed you back after a few days, it probably means i won't be following back to write. for the sake of my profession (i'm a high school age educator) i will not be following back anyone younger than 21.

FOUR CONT. While i do not follow back younger than 21 because i feel icky if you're young enough to be my student, my messages are always open if you ever need anything! if you need an adultier adult to talk to about something i can always try to be that for anyone. i know how important trusted adults are.

FIVE . This blog will be mostly private. I'm here for a good time not a long time. If you want to write with me, the best way is to DM me and say yo bitch let's RP.

SIX . My name is bee. i'm 32 years old. i've been writing on tumblr for like 10 years and rping in general for over half my life. i met my significant other through rp. we just moved across the country so i could go to rabbinical school. obviously i'm super busy but i love making friends!

CREDITS . so far everything on this blog is made by me! including the PSDs.

MUSE LIST

all muses are canon divergent in some way. if there is a link on a character's name please click it for more info.

TWILIGHT

caius of the volturi coven. over three thousand. appears twenty-three. aromantic demisexual. single ship with @agedrot. fc: sam reid.

felix of the volturi coven. two thousand. appears twenty. single ship with @fyllakas. fc: jacob elordi.

bella swan. twenty-five. aromantic lesbian. note: heavily au. series takes place while she is in college and living with her dad. she grows tired of waiting for edward to turn her and instead @agedrot turns her after eclipse. no kids. only written as a vampire. fc: naomi scott.

jasper hale of the volturi coven. one hundred. appears twenty. demiromantic pansexual. note: heavily au. stolen from maria by caius and not carlisle. is sent to the cullens to spy on them. returns to the coven with bella. fc: timothée chalamet

THE VAMPIRE CHRONICLES

louis de pointe du lac. over one hundred. appears thirty three. homoromantic homosexual. mostly follows amc canon. fc: jacob anderson.

BALDUR'S GATE 3

astarion ancunín. two hundred. appears thirty nine. panromantic pansexual. rouge/ranger. deeply not ascended ever. fantasy as well as modern verses. fc: aaron tveit.

TRUE BLOOD

eric northman. two thousand. appears twenty five. panromantic pansexual. i'm here to right canon wrongs. fc: alexander skarsgard.

#PINNED.#muses and rules under cut.

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jedibetray · 6 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐝.

private and mutually exclusive portrayal of BODE AKUNA from star wars' jedi: survivor survived by bee. a story of: being the hero of your own story, fatherhood above all else, mercenary gunslinger, how far can the hero fall, the force, watching the world burn, survival above all else verses for star wars universe as well as au universes. main verse: jedi survivor canon ish until the final fight. au ending - accepting mercy on tanalorr.

deeply affiliated with @jedilone

primarily written in the first person. see stats for basic info/bio. playlist. other blog: @str1ga

RULES:

ONE . The first rule of my blogs will literally always be don’t be a dick. I don’t have time for it. You don’t have time for it. Just don’t do it.

FIVE . This blog will be mostly private. I'm here for a good time not a long time. If you want to write with me, the best way is to DM me and say yo bitch let's RP.

CREDITS . graphics commissioned from @gilbertsrph. image credits to @animatedjen! mdni banner credit to @cafekitsune.

#pinned.

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fcatton · 8 months

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so . . . red staircase. i accidentally fingered my cousin here. . . . henry vii's cabinet . . . ghost of granny, HI GRANNY! green room . . . gardens . . . some fucking hideous rubens . . . broken piano . . . uhh, blue room . . . it's blue . . . and . . . king's bedroom.

independent . private . mutually exclusive . portrayal of FELIX CATTON of emerald fennell's SALTBURN ( 2023 ) . not spoiler free . canon divergent . see bio for divergencies .

written in first person . felix is a very . . . forgiving and trusting narrator therefore completely unreliable .

affiliates : @we4ved . @bloodrancold . @devi1lute . @kuipher . @maramcna .

three main verses . one : canon era . two : gen z felix . three : bg3 / fantasy au ( felix is a high elf noble ranger from a family in the upper city of bauldr's gate . tav or npc ) .

promo . ask . memes .

a study in. lifestyle of the rich and the famous . little lord . bleeding gold . doomed by the narrative . naïve to a fault . falling victim . y2k . closeted royalty . family comes first .

rules under cut

ONE . The first rule of my blogs will literally always be don’t be a dick. I don’t have time for it. You don’t have time for it. Just don’t do it.

FIVE . This blog will be mostly private. I'm here for a good time not a long time. If you want to write with me, the best way is to DM me and say yo bitch let's RP.

CREDITS . graphics commissioned by the lovely @calisources.

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depressedbagpipe · 2 years

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"Blackbird to Robin, do you copy?" (Billy Russo x ofc)

Chapter one

Words: 4780 Warnings: foul-language, mentions of killing, mafia, death in childbirth, mentions of bombing and injured people. frank being frank. if i missed anything, please tell me, i know these are hard topics to read about :) and if you ever need someone to talk to, my dms are always open!! A/N: well... this took longer than expected. but welcome to the world, little dana. Taglist: @badasseddy, @noortsshift, @britishbassett

Series Masterlist Prologue <;> Next chapter

Chapter one

It was unnerving, to say the least. Having them stare at me like that, with their drawn eyebrows and stiff postures. They both mirrored each other, with their arms crossed and their legs opened just a tad as if they were waiting for me to attack. But we all knew I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. I didn’t know how.

The slightly taller man had reassured me over and over that they only wanted answers. The other one had yet to speak a word.

‘Billy Russo,’ he had introduced himself with an outstretched hand. ‘CEO and founder of Anvil,’ he had added with a rather charming smile.

‘Yeah, I’ve seen your name around,’ I had answered, uncertain. Why was he here?

‘Look, me and my workmate here were wondering if we could speak with you? Privately?’ the man in the suit took his sunglasses off. His irises were still as dark.

‘Is there a problem? Am I in some kind of trouble?’ I knew I was trembling slightly.

‘That’s what we’re trying to find out,’ his tone wasn’t threatening, but it didn’t ease off my nerves.

‘Listen, if this is because of the rent, I already spoke to Mr. Morrison, I will have the money by the end of the week,’ I was already shaking my head, pleading for something.

‘This isn’t about rent,’ he was suddenly serious. Off was his smile, and the darkness of his eyes got deeper.

‘Then what is it about?’

‘It’s best if you come with us.’

That’s how I found myself in what seemed like an interrogation room. Every corner was lined with grey tiles, only enhancing the chill that found a home in my bones. Outside, the sun was shining high in the Manhattan skyline, and the single bright bulb that hung over the metal table wouldn’t ever compare.

The chair I sat on was uncomfortable, yet I didn’t dare complain. I still didn’t know what had happened, why I was even there in the first place, and their hard stares did little to reassure me.

‘Would you like some water?’ Billy Russo had finally asked after what appeared to be an eternity of uncomfortable silence.

I shook my head slowly.

‘No, thanks,’ I replied in a small voice.

I was undeniably thirsty, but I knew what that offer meant: my DNA. Whatever the reason I had been quietly and illegally arrested for interrogation, I wasn’t willing to enter their database forever. That, if I wasn’t already on it.

‘Alright, better get down to it,’ Billy Russo sat down on one of the chairs on the other side of the table, pulling a folder out of his back and opening it on the first page before sliding it to me.

My hands rested on my knees under the table. I didn’t reach for the papers but gasped audibly at the picture. That seemed to alert the two men.

‘Do you recognize this man?’ he pointed at the picture.

I gulped. Of course I did. And by the look on his face, he knew I knew him too.

‘Yeah. That’s Richard Alcaide,’ I tried to answer nonchalantly.

‘What do you know about him?’ he brought his palms together, interlacing his fingers in faked interest.

‘Been on TV too many times to count,’ I shrugged my shoulders. ‘Mafia boss. Scary. Dangerous,’ I listed off my head.

I had practiced this discourse way too many times.

‘And tell me, do you have any idea why are you here today?’ he sounded like a high school headmaster ready to expel a troubled student.

It infuriated me.

‘You tell me. You’re the ones who came to my university and practically forced me into your car,’ I lifted an eyebrow at him.

I knew defying the boss of a high-profile security business that hired war professionals was not the most intelligent of moves, but I was terrified. I had been hiding for so long, and I knew the minute he extended his hand to me, my cover was blown.

‘I believe you got in the car willingly,’ he wasn’t smiling, but his tone wasn’t threatening anymore. He had leaned back on his chair as if he were enjoying it.

Shrugging, I copied his movement, crossing my arms in defense. ‘I can still sue you. The case would bring a lot of unnecessary attention to the firm, and guess who’d end up with a fat check of money in exchange for their silence?’ I said, only half-smirking.

‘We both know you’re not gonna do that,’ he lazily smiled, looking briefly to the side before adopting again a serious stance.

‘Never say never, Mr. Russo,’ I replied. ‘I’m much more capable than I look.’

He squinted his eyes at me and moved his body closer, his chest pressed to the edge of the table, but kept his arm on the backseat of the unoccupied chair by his side. ‘What can a college student do against the highest-grossing business in America?’

I waited a couple of seconds.

Nothing, I knew the answer. I had lost the argument before starting it.

‘Why am I here, really?’ I really wasn’t trying to snap, but his waiting face and his mocking-looking smirk were testing my limits. ‘You clearly know who I am, so why beat around the bush? What exactly am I here for, Mr. Russo?’

He too waited a couple of seconds. He shared a look with the man behind him, who hadn’t moved from his place. His stare was even harsher than Billy’s.

They shared another look before Billy Russo turned to me again. It was both ridiculous and unnerving how they seemed to be on the same wavelength even without talking. Only a split second had been necessary.

‘Earlier this week, the Alcaides were victims of a rather meticulously planned attempted murder. Hundreds of people were injured in consequence and the threat is far from over,’ he said after a big sigh.

He pulled other papers from the folder: news reports, security footage, criminal files. He laid them carefully on the table, making sure to keep them perfectly lined up with each other without touching.

I peered at the images, remembering the day. The bombing had caused many nearby evacuations and my own university among them.

‘Yeah, I remember. I had a test that day, we had to clear the room right in the middle,’ I said, still looking down at the big black lettering of a newspaper.

‘Now, we wanna know who did it,’ Billy added with a quick nod of his head.

I snorted. ‘And you think I did, right?’

‘You are amongst the primary suspects,’ he tilted his head, looking up, finding the right words.

‘Un-fucking-believable.’

‘You’re saying you were in the middle of an exam when the attack took place, right? We can just make a few calls, check your alibi.’

‘Then why bring me here in the first place?’

He took a deep breath. He wasn’t enjoying this conversation either. ‘Whether you like it or not, you’re also a target. Now, we don’t know your personal history with your father, but even there are things about your file that don’t add up.

‘So I have a file?’

‘Everyone who steps into this room does.’

‘That’s not reassuring.’

Billy suddenly stood up, using both hands to steady himself as he got even closer to me. ‘Richard Alcaide stated you killed his wife. Maybe these two things are connected. Maybe daddy’s little princess didn’t get enough attention, so instead of crashing her pink Lamborghini, you went the other route.’

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. No beating around the bush anymore, apparently.

‘Yeah, sure, whatever, I did kill her,’ I shrugged my shoulders.

His eyes were triumphant. ‘So you confess.’

‘What do you want me to say? That it was my fault I didn’t know how to be born properly? That it was my fault that bringing me to the world would be hazardous? I was a fetus, thank you very much.’

Both men seemed confused.

‘Excuse me, what?’ Billy glanced back to the other man, whose eyebrows had shifted upwards ever so slightly, but enough for me to know he at least wasn’t some sort of robot.

‘My mother died in labor, you dickhead. So yeah, I guess I did kill her, that what you wanted to hear?’

The silence after that was brutal. Nobody dared say anything. I kept my eyes on him, lifting one of my eyebrows, daring him to say something. Billy looked dumbfounded, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. For a tall and imposing man, he suddenly seemed small. Even the other man’s gaze had softened a bit.

Billy cleared his throat. ‘Well, I’m incredibly sorry, about that. We didn’t know,’ he lowered his head slightly. He seemed genuine, but it didn’t make me feel any better.

‘Of course, you didn’t,’ I muttered. ‘I mean, why would you? He’s hated me for it my entire life, of course he was gonna throw any target he could on my back.’

I crossed one leg over the other, still resting my back on the chair. My hands gripped my arms tightly, grounding me, still alert not to touch anything other than myself.

‘Could you tell us more about it?’

‘What else is there to say? She knew I was in danger as soon as she found out I was a girl. Also knew she was in danger a few months into her pregnancy. He wanted a way in, and she wanted a way out.’

‘A way in?’ Billy inquired, frowning deeply.

I sighed. ‘He wanted sons to secure his power over the town, not daughters. I was his first and last disappointment.’

I looked down at my nails, anything to distract me from his deep dark gaze.

Billy asked again, shaking his head in disbelief. ‘How do you know these things?’

‘One of my mother’s friends was the nurse that took me in after she died. Supervised her pregnancy and made sure to keep the results a secret until I was born. She became my guardian as soon as my mother stopped breathing,’ I shrugged. My eyes fell on the silver ring on my right index finger, the only remaining heirloom from my old self. ‘Everything I am today is thanks to her.’

I finally looked back at him. His eyes were fixed on mine, yet I didn’t blink. I wanted him to know that I could play his game just as well. A pretty face wouldn’t intimidate me.

‘I’m truly sorry for your loss,’ he said at last. His hand seemed to flicker, as if he wanted to reach out to me, but he kept it in front of him.

His fingers were no longer crossed, and the way he held himself was different. Caring. Understanding. Maybe.

‘It’s alright. I never knew her, and he never cared enough to know me. So why should I?’ I leaned forward slightly. ‘What I’m much more interested in, is how the fuck did you find me? And why am I still here?’

Billy sighed deeply before standing up, picking another smaller envelope, and putting it on the table. ‘Your father hired us to find out who’s trying to kill him and his family. This morning, he received an envelope full of your pictures. So, either someone’s trying to frame you, or they’ve been following you too and they’re sending a warning. You may not be responsible for the bombing, but you could be the next victim, Miss Alcaide.’

‘It’s Dana,’ I cut Billy off before he could continue.

He froze for a split second. ‘What?’

‘My name. It’s Dana. Dana Jones.’

Billy took a long look at me, before rolling his eyes. ‘Alright, Dana Jones. Bottomline is, somebody is set to bring the Alcaide clan down. You’re part of it. You’re in danger. And we’re here to protect you.’

I snorted. ‘Protect me? Did he pay you to do that?’

‘Something like that,’ he hesitated.

‘Not every day you discover a mafia boss neglected his own daughter and let her fend for herself. Just imagine the headliners. That would be bad for the business,’ I added as sarcastically as I could, despite the loud thump of my heart in my ears. ‘I appreciate your bought concern, but I’ve managed alright for 24 years, I think I can hold on just fine by myself.’

‘Every member of that family has some form of security except you. They can fire a gun and hit a target, they know how to combat, and they have the experience to not lose a single fight. Not only were you already a target but the risks you’re exposed to grow exponentially when you’re on your own.’

I huffed. ‘So what, am I gonna be locked up from now on until you deal with the assailants? I have a life, Mr. Russo, and I certainly cannot put it on standby. I have a degree to get, bills to pay, coffee to serve…’ he was the one to cut me off then.

‘Are you even listening to what I’m saying right now? You could be murdered any minute,’ he raised his voice.

I stood my ground, but let his words resonate in my skull. I had worked so hard, tried so hard to escape the ghost of a past that had never even belonged to me. I had been on my own for so long that I had almost managed to forget my roots. But the past always came back.

‘It’s not fucking fair,’ I almost choked on my words but managed to keep them in. I would not break in front of strangers. I would not break in front of my father.

‘Nothing in this life is, Dana Jones.’

‘And what are you gonna do about that, Billy Russo?’

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‘Just… don’t touch anything, alright?’ I said with a deep sigh. I twisted the key to the side, opening the old wooden door to my apartment.

Both men followed after me, the floor creaking under their weight as they awkwardly stood at the entrance.

The apartment was small, littered with books and half-burned candles. The building was certainly old-fashioned, with an out-of-order elevator and random leaks, and the fire escapes were sure to give tetanus to the unfortunate soul who didn’t pay attention. I smiled slightly when I turned on the light, glancing at my haven. I wouldn’t change it for anything.

‘You sure you don’t wanna move to a safer place?’ Billy said after looking around. ‘We have plenty of penthouses, free of charge.’

I shook my head quickly. ‘No thanks. I know it isn’t much, but this is my home. I’ll die defending it if I have to.’

The kitchen was right next to the door, with a small circular table where I pretty much had all my meals. The living room extended up front, with two big windows that overlooked the busy street. A small hallway led to only two bedrooms and a bathroom. There were plants all around, many pots being used as paperweights on the many law books laying around on every surface.

Frank Castle, Billy’s workmate, left my bag on the table. I nodded appreciatively at him.

‘Thank you, Mr. Castle,’ he had quietly asked to carry my bag up the stairs after arriving. I had been exhausted ever since leaving Anvil’s headquarters, so I had naturally agreed to his offer. I wasn’t really in the mood to climb seven flocks of stairs with two six-foot-tall men inspecting my every step, all while carrying my bag full of lecture notes and academic disappointment.

‘Call me Frank, kiddo. We’ll be seeing each other more often,’ he sent another nod my way. ‘Could I please use the restroom?’ he asked, more politely than I thought him possible.

I quickly nodded and pointed to our left. ‘Yeah, down the hall, first to the left,’ I answered.

Frank nodded at me again and walked away with quick steps.

I was left in silence with Billy, who was still unabashedly poking around. ‘You done with snooping?’ I told him, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

‘This place’s nice,’ he commented, raising his eyebrows in innocence.

‘I know you’re used to more… extravagant luxuries, but this works just as well,’ I rubbed my arms.

‘Didn’t say anything,’ he raised his hands in the air before opening up the buttons on his black suit jacket.

I picked up my bag from the table and started emptying the contents. I carefully placed my old laptop on the small kitchen island, next to the stationary I had brought with me for the day’s classes. I could feel Billy’s eyes on my neck, but I still didn’t look up at him.

My hands moved mechanically as I cleared the books away, stacking them on the small coffee table before the couch, making sure to keep the pages marked before doing so.

I finally looked up as heavy steps approached the living space once again. I stared at the two men in front of me, who seemed to have a silent conversation of their own.

‘Alright, so, uh… I only have one spare bedroom and I kinda need to get up early tomorrow so uh… also I couldn’t go grocery shopping today as I planned so, either we order some takeout or die of starvation,’ I said, bringing my hands together as I awkwardly swayed forwards and backward, trying to ease of the tension off my shoulders.

Very few people had ever come to my apartment, and none of those invitations ever involved two ex-marines.

‘I could use some Chinese. Anyone?’ Billy said, shifting his gaze from Frank to me.

I only nodded in response.

‘Chow mein?’ Billy asked again, receiving our nods of approval in return.

‘Alright, I… uh… I’m gonna take my stuff to my room and change into something different. Feel free to get comfortable, and, uh… if you need anything…’ I trailed off, suddenly desperate to get away from them.

‘We’ll be right here,’ Frank answered this time, his voice much rougher than Billy’s, despite his clear efforts to soften his tone.

I nodded again, feeling like a small child right after having their parents yell at them. Picking up my laptop and charger, only to give my hands something to grasp, I silently walked to my room, closing the door behind me and letting my back hit it as I closed my eyes.

I slid to the floor, my eyes slightly watery as I held my laptop closer to my chest, sitting down on the floor with my knees bent. I took several deep breaths, just trying to concentrate on my breathing rather than the world collapsing around me. A few tears fell from my eyes, but I rapidly brushed them away as soon as I heard one of the floorboards creak. Someone was standing right outside my door, but I didn’t move from my spot.

I put my hand over my mouth only to stop loud breaths to escape, and for a few seconds, the only sound in my room was the faint ticking of my wristwatch.

The floor creaked again, the quiet steps fading, letting me know I was alone for the first time that evening.

With another sigh, I stood up, put down my things on my desk, and changed into comfortable clothes, looking at my reflection in the mirror I had in front of my bed. My eyes were still a bit red, but I couldn’t care less. I was tired and anxious, and hungry. I was praying for the day to be over.

I straightened my back as I opened the door, crashing into Billy in the hallway.

‘Shit, sorry,’ I said, feeling his warm hands on my shoulders as he prevented me to fall.

My cheeks felt warm, only because it had been way too long since I’d stood that close to someone else. The man just happened to be gorgeous.

‘No, it’s okay. It’s my fault. Just came to tell you the takeout’s here,’ he put his hands away, dropping them by his side.

‘Great.’

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‘So, tell me the plan again?’

‘I’ll stay here with you for the time being. Personal bodyguard, if you will. Either Frank or I will keep an eye on you when you leave your house until the threat is gone,’ Billy answered over his noodles.

His chopsticks expertly danced across his fingers, the movement almost too distracting to hear what he had said.

‘Do you know when that’ll be?’ I asked again, eating down the last of my food.

He shook his head. ‘Sadly, no.’

‘I figured.’

‘Look, I know it’s not ideal, but taking the situation, this is the best we’ve got. We’ve already scouted the building and the apartment’s safe, for now. We just gotta keep you alive until we figure out who wants to kill you,’ Billy explained again.

‘And what happens when you do?’ I ventured.

I put down my chopsticks, leaning back on my chair as I stared at the two men. We were sitting around the circular table in the kitchen, facing each other, yet not really speaking. We had remained silent for the most part, until I tried to break the ice.

‘We’ll leave you alone,’ Frank answered this time. He barely looked up from his dinner, seemingly enjoying his three takeout boxes.

‘That sounds promising,’ I gave him a half-smile. ‘So, um, Billy, you can take the spare room. I think I can lend you some clothes, if you wanna,’ I turned to the other man, suddenly embarrassed.

‘I would appreciate that, Dana, thank you. Don’t worry, tomorrow we’ll run by my penthouse and I’ll grab my things.’

‘We?’

‘This is full-time, Dana. I’m not letting you out of my sight.’

‘But… I have class tomorrow…’ I trailed off, suddenly realizing what he meant.

‘I hope your classes are entertaining,’ he winked as he took a sip from his beer.

I groaned, rubbing my eyes in frustration. ‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.’

Billy laughed. ‘What? You won’t even notice me, I’ll sit at the back of the class and pretend I’m a casual listener.’

‘I sit at the back of the class,’ I complained, pointing at myself.

He shrugged casually. ‘Well, then I guess we can share notes,’ he winked again.

‘For fuck’s sake.’

‘Alright, I’m leaving,’ Frank said as he stood up, effectively cutting our fight off. ‘Please, don’t kill each other tonight. Billy, behave,’ he said, extending a large finger in his direction. ‘And Dana,’ he looked at me. ‘If he becomes too much of a pain in the ass, just kick him in the balls. And stay safe, both of you.’

With one last nod, he took his jacket, opened the door, and left.

I stared after him, slightly confused at his sudden leave, but Billy seemed unbothered.

‘Does he usually do this?’ I asked Billy, feeling like I should begin some truce, at least for the night.

‘All the time.’

‘You’ve known each other for long, then?’ I asked again, standing up to put the dinner away.

‘He’s my best friend.’

My heart pumped a little harder at his words, realizing there was more to the man sitting on my kitchen table than met the eye.

‘Well, uh… here, let me pay for dinner,’ I said as I walked to my purse that hung next to the door.

Billy stood up quickly, shaking his head energetically. ‘Please, it’s on me. It’s the least I can do after the day you’ve had.’

‘You’re already doing a lot,’ my hand was digging around the vacuum that was the inside of my purse, but his warm hand on my forearm stopped any other movement.

I looked up at him, suddenly crashing into his dark eyes.

‘And I don’t mind doing a little bit more.’

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I still had some trouble adjusting to the fact that a complete stranger would now be living next door, but his comfortable proximity and charming looks were making it even more difficult.

Thankfully, a knock on my door saved me from further embarrassment.

I tried to move to open it, but Billy was quicker. He used his hand on my forearm to drag me behind him, his other hand moving to the side of his pants, and walked carefully to the door.

‘Who is it?’ he asked in a low, authoritative voice that sent shivers down my spine.

‘Dana? Dear, are you there?’ Mrs. Bardot’s concerned voice called from the other side.

‘Shit, let me open the door,’ I forcefully shoved Billy to the side, opening it to find my neighbor with a distressed look on her older face. ‘Mrs. Bardot, is everything alright?’ I asked, grabbing her hands in mine.

I made sure to keep Billy out of sight, keeping the door slightly closed.

‘Oh, my dear, I saw this awful-looking man exit your apartment and I thought something bad had happened! And I just knocked on your door and someone else answered!’ she said as she looked me over, also trying to peer over my shoulder into my apartment. ‘Are you sure you’re okay?’

I chuckled softly. ‘Oh, you mean Frank! Yes, yes, he’s a… a friend,’ I opted. ‘He’s just visiting, he’s an ex-marine, you know,’ I bit my lip, silently cursing at myself for giving away unnecessary details. ‘And, uh…’ I pushed the door open completely, showing a smiling Billy on the other side, leaning on the door’s frame. ‘This is Billy! He’s… uh… my boyfriend! Yeah, my boyfriend, Billy. Boyfriend. Me. Yeah,’ I said in a rushed panic.

My back was to Billy, thankfully, so I couldn’t see the glare he probably sent my way. He still played his part, nevertheless.

‘Hello, Mrs. Bardot, it’s a pleasure to meet you,’ he extended his hand to her, but right before she could firmly shake it, he took it in his hands and brought it closer to his lips, leaving a quick kiss on the back of her hand. ‘Dana has spoken wonderful tales about you.’

It was truly magnificent, really. How easy it was for Billy Russo to charm people into liking him with just one small interaction.

His words left a flustered yet relieved Mrs. Bardot walking back to her apartment, turning slightly to us, and winking at me right before getting into her house.

I sighed, closing the door slowly, trying to drag the moment for as long as possible. I couldn’t face him.

‘So, boyfriend,’ he still wore that stupid smirk.

‘Would you rather tell her about the real reason you’re here?’ I defied him, walking back to the kitchen and picking up a mug.

‘You could’ve said we’re friends, too. You said that about Frank,’ he leaned over the counter, watching me like a hawk.

I ignored his gaze as much as I could, simply trying to make myself some tea. ‘Yeah, but Frank’s not gonna be living here with me from now on. If you don’t wanna raise suspicions, this is our best chance,’ I answered as I boiled some water.

He whistled slowly. ‘Well, I guess you’re good at thinking on your feet.’

‘I’m a lawyer, Billy. I should be.’

‘Won’t Mrs. Bardot recognize me?

‘Please, she’s a sixty-year-old French woman living her best bohemian life at the worst apartment building in Manhattan. She’s got better things to do,’ I snorted at the thought of her knowing who Billy Russo was.

‘You’d be surprised,’ he followed me around the house as I searched for something for him to wear.

‘You getting cocky now?’ I asked, almost absentmindedly, walking into my room and digging through my closet, finding an old large shirt and pants from my last relationship.

‘Me? Never,’ he said as he took them, his fingers brushing against me ever so slightly.

I took a deep breath. ‘Listen, I’d normally keep this up until either one of us is dead, but I might collapse any minute from exhaustion, so please, for the love of God, let’s drop this. I’m going to bed,’ I said. ‘There’s extra towels and toothbrush and all that on the higher shelf in the bathroom. If you need anything else, wake me up. Or don’t. Class starts at nine o’clock so please, don’t make me late. Mr. Fellowes doesn’t allow tardiness. Anything else?’ I asked, sitting down on my bed.

The mattress creaked under my weight, the sound almost heavenly to my ears.

‘That would be all,’ Billy said as he stood right under the door frame. He sent one last look at me. ‘Goodnight, Dana.’

‘Goodnight, Billy.’

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