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giorno-plays-piano · 3 years ago

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Vicious

Part VI

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, mention of blackmail, all characters are adults.

Words: 1567.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

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You spent the rest of your evening like a somnambulist, barely able to concentrate on your projects before you went to bed, barely finishing half of the things you planned for today. Even the change of locks didn't make you as happy as you thought it would. It felt like something between a dream and a nightmare.

Lying in the dark, you stared at the ceiling, thinking of what happened just a couple of hours ago. Why did he do it? Was it just out of habit and didn’t mean anything? Naturally, with his appearance and easy-going attitude, he probably dated many girls and didn’t think much before kissing someone he liked.

Remembering the way he talked to you in the morning, you thought he must have pretended to be shy around you. Thor certainly wasn’t sheepish.

Was it all a sham? Was Loki right about all of them, playing their roles to get close to you? You couldn’t forget the way Thor looked the moment he told you about being smart. It was like something switched inside him, and for a second you saw the real Thor who was far from being your simple, good-natured athlete.

Why did you keep thinking about that stupid kiss even after seeing the man could be dangerous?

Aroused and angry, you tossed and turned until you fell asleep.

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Waking up was especially tough, despite the fact you didn't really do much yesterday, meaning you were going to spend your weekend studying. Shoot, and that's when you planned to visit that new chocolate boutique in the city. Maybe you could still make it if you spent more time studying today?

But then again, going to the city alone might be a bad idea. Even if the guys who stole your things were beaten, it didn't mean it had always been the same people following you. The school was full of weirdos, in the end. What if somebody went after you? Steve would definitely say you had to bring one of your guards with you.

Damn. It was better staying in the dorm then.

"Good morning! Are you ready?" Peter's voice broke through the silence, and you flinched, hurriedly applying some lipstick because you didn't have enough time to put your makeup properly.

Well, at least you were fully dressed.

"Just give me a second!" Picking up your bag, you put your shoes on and opened the door, looking at a young guy who's face was lit up like a Christmas tree. "Hi!"

He definitely liked what he saw, and you felt your cheeks growing hot from embarrassment. From the very start of the semester Peter acted very sweet around you, and you thought you could be friends with him. He wouldn't do something as ugly as blackmailing, would he? Thor said it too. Clearly, Steve was exaggerating.

"Did you sleep well? I've heard you changed your lock, so now it'll be better."

"Ugh, I hope so. But I still sleep with my dresser blocking the door." Sighing, started walking, afraid to look in the faces of other students, hurrying off to school.

They must have been disgusted, watching you being friendly with one guy after being all lovey-dovey with the other just yesterday. Although you didn't see anyone in particular, you were sure somebody saw Thor kissing you. And now you were walking the corridors with Peter.

"By the way, what's your Insta?"

What? Your Instagram? Whatever for? Although you had no idea why he needed it, you let him add you, by the time leaving the dorm and walking towards the main building.

Suddenly, Peter got pretty close, his arm on your waist as he lifted up his phone and hummed, "Look here and smile!"

Before you realized what he was doing, the boy kissed your temple, and you heard the sound of a photo being taken by his front-facing camera. What the Hell?!

"Peter!" Pissed at him, you quickly break free and stepped back, but he was already looking at his phone, editing the photo and posting it almost immediately.

You heard your phone buzz when he marked you on the photo.

"That's a good one. You look very cute here."

"What are you doing?!"

"Making a proof we're dating, of course?"

You were taken aback by the sincerity in his voice, and Peter smiled from ear to ear like an excited teenager, showing you the picture: it wasn't that bad, and you looked as if you were slightly embarrassed by Peter's closeness. Oh, of course. He had to convince his friends he was dating you, but he didn't kiss you on the lips that could make other people too suspicious. Instead, friends of Barnes or, say, Thor, would still think it was all for show, and it was their friend who dated you for real.

Shit, Steve's plan was incredibly complicated, and you didn't like it at all.

"Oh, alright." You mumbled, lowering your eyes to the ground, and Peter laughed.

"We'll make a TikTok dance later. If you wanna make people talk, just use your social media." He winked at you and put the phone in the pocket of his pants, resuming walking, and you moved along, your face still hot.

God, what did these guys got you into? You felt like you were lost in the middle of a play, not even having a script to read what was your role in all this.

Before you parted your ways, going to a different classrooms, Peter talked about videogames, the upcoming Resident Evil - apparently, his favorite franchise - and some Dota tournament, but you didn't know much about it, and Peter offered to show you his favorite games "because you can't spend all your time studying!"

He was as careless and sweet as always, but you couldn't get Steve's words out of your mind. Damn, if only you could know for sure that Peter didn't blackmail anyone. Who could you talk to about it? Obviously, not Peter himself, but every time he spoke you had that nagging feeling you needed to talk to him. You barely kept your mouth shut before he went to a different room.

Ugh, why didn't you transfer anywhere else when you still had a chance? Obviously, now you could only drop out of school, and it definitely wasn't something you were going to do.

Luckily, the next couple of hours you were busy with your classes, trying your best to prepare for the upcoming exams. The academy held high standards, and even though you were a good student, it still took lots of efforts to keep up the good work. How Thor even managed to get enrolled, judging by the fact he hated studying and often skipped classes?

Ah yes, he mentioned something about getting a scholarship from the academy for his success in the sport.

By the lunch time you were drained, listening to Peter chatting with an absent-mindedly epxression on your face. Funny enough, Peter's grades were better than yours, even though he spent much less time studying. What, was he some genius like Loki? You felt a little envy.

"I gotta go take my tracksuit, I have PE next," the boy said, and you nodded, throwing away the leftovers of your lunch.

As you stood close while he grabbed his sportclothes, you heard two guys talking behind the lockers to your right.

"Have you seen her today? She's with Parker!"

You tensed immediately. Of course, they were talking about you.

"Yeah, so what?"

"She was with Thor yesterday!"

Watching you froze on the spot, Peter stilled too, listening carefully. Oh shit, you hoped no one cared about who you went with - why should they, in the end - but, apparently, you were drawing too much attention simply because you were a girl among hundreds of male students.

"So what?" The other guy asked impatiently, growing tired of this conversation.

"Are you stupid? She's going out with them! I bet she's looking for a guy." The first student said with excitement, and you cringed. No, you weren't going out with anyone, you wanted to stop the weirdos from following you and steeling your things. Was it too much to ask?

"Yeah, who cares?"

"We have three fucking girls in the whole school, and you don't care if one of them could be going out with you? Besides, this one's pretty. I'd fuck her!"

You felt like you were going to puke any moment. Why on Earth did you decide to transfer to an all-boys school? It was like the whole school were a men’s room filled with stupid-ass guys, and you were locked inside, forced to listen them talk junk.

"You'd fuck a sheep, weirdo. Go get yourself a girlfriend if you can’t stop thinking with your dick.”

Laughing, the guy left, and his friend followed him, shouting something stupid while you breathed out a sigh of relief. Of course, you knew there would be some talk, but you didn’t expect it to be so... gross. Were you really gonna spend the two remaining years here?

Watching you getting frustrated, Peter gently touched you by the arm and said softly, “Don’t worry. They won’t talk rubbish about you.”

“What do you mean?” Suddenly thinking of Steve’s words, you blurted out exactly what you were thinking of the whole day, “Are you going to blackmail them with something?”

“I... what?”

Part VII

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boognish-worshipper · 3 years ago

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Midnight City AU

this is an au where the main characters are all young adults!! (or millennials ig? they’re in their 20s basically) i gave a rundown of what’s what on a diff post,, i’m also splitting it up into diff chapters,, so this is gonna take a looooong time to finish. i’m posting this before i nitpick my writing to the max

it’s basically a lot of references to that point in time, artists, pop culture etc. all the chapters are named after songs from that era (including the name of this au bc i love midnight city and what better way to describe LS ‼️), and the lyrics r usually connected to what the chapter’s about, or about a character dynamic :D i hope this isn’t too cheesy, or sounds off ig. any typos in this were probably over looked bc i constantly reread my writing and rearrange stuff and make sure it sounds good 🥳 hope y’all enjoy !!! i’m also including a tag to find the chapters under :)

//Chapter 1: Crimewave

Trevor would never, ever admit it, but he had fallen into the category known as “post-hipster”. This was a strange era that began culminating, taking LS by storm. Whether he liked it or not, he could never avoid it. Even if he swore up and down he wasn’t like them, it was practically a paradox. Saying he wasn’t like them just made him a branched off version of the thing he denounced. Each aesthetic that was churned out as the 2010s rolled in were tied to a style, a sound, and Trevor couldn’t care less. It’s not like people liked what he liked. He didn’t belong to anything in particular, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t like them. If anything, he just became another obscure genre in the mix.

One of his favorite music groups was a Canadian duo called Crystal Castles. He enjoyed a good number of their songs, developing an interest for electropunk and pop punk. There was something unique about the sound, and it made Trevor feel special, like he discovered some sort of hidden treasure. He was into pop punk groups like Paramore too, but it was something about them that was just different. People knew Paramore. He often lingered around Sterling Lake, where other post-irony hipsters and classic hipsters resided, careful not to fully associate with them. After all, he apparently despised them, even though he participated in their strange… “culture”. If you could even call it that. From time to time he would find himself discussing his favorite artists with whatever semi-normal person was there, making a couple friends himself who weren’t the snooty kind he’d grown used to.

They all loved talking about how exceptional their taste in music was, a wide variety of people hanging around with their own cliques. Some liked Fall Out Boy, while others liked Blink-182, and then there were the weirdos who liked groups like Radiohead. Most of those guys were whiny, proclaiming how misunderstood they were. He knew maybe one Radiohead song at most (he definitely, definitely never cried to “Creep” and even if he did, so what) but never found himself willingly getting into their music. Then you had the nosedivr crowd, which consisted of mostly girls, and the occasional hipster guy that defected. Their taste was.. alright. Consisted of artists like Lana Del Ray and Marina and the Diamonds, who were their idols. He found almost everyone there besides the few friends he made kind of edgy, and not in the cool way. But he figured all hipsters and guys like them were kind of uncool. Don’t even get him started on those other indie rock types. God. He still came back as often as he could though, establishing some kind of routine. Most people there avoided him anyway, which he preferred. He had enough troubles with them in the past. There was one day he grew tired of the people gawking at him, and he launched a hipster right into the lake. So yeah, nobody within their right mind so much as looked in his direction. That was just how he rolled.

Today, he sat on a nearby bench in Sterling Lake’s park, watching some ducks float on water. His usual friends had been there too, seeing his clowncore buddy Wade with his cousin Floyd. Wade was extremely different than the pretentious fucks around them. He had a shit ton of piercings, and ICP was his favorite music group. Floyd on the other hand, fit right in. Almost too much, like it was something he was forced to do. But he did genuinely enjoy Weezer, of all things you could enjoy. Wade started waving at Trevor, while Floyd hid behind him. All he did was awkwardly wave back, turning his attention back to the lake. He liked Wade, but the clown stuff he wore sometimes spooked him. He didn’t pay much mind to his relative. Looking back across the water, he saw someone new, observing the area. Some dude a little above the average height, hands in his pockets walking around. He seemed a bit lost, and Trevor figured he should help if he was. After all, what was this guy doing here? New people didn’t show up often.

“Hey bud, you lost or something?”

“Oh uh, nah not really. I’m just looking for this girl I met a while ago, said she hangs out around here?”

“What she look like? I’m here pretty often.”

“Uhh kinda short, dark brownish hair? Wears fishnet stockings, high waisted shorts or whatever those grunge people are into.”

“Let me guess, she into the Neighborhood?”

“How’d you know?”

“Yeah, that’s Amanda, she’s a bit of a regular. Not too fond of me I must say.”

“How come?”

“She’s just petty towards me.” He said with a shrug. He didn’t feel like relaying his encounters with her if the guy was dating her or something.

“Oh… well d’ya think you could help me find her? I don’t really know anybody else here. I could actually use the help, since you know her.”

“Eh sure, why not.”

It’s not like he had anything better to do. The two began to walk around the park, gravel and dirt crunching beneath their feet.

“So.. what’s this place about?” The strange guy asked.

“Hm? Oh, it’s just one of those places the hipster folks meet up I guess. Don’t understand it much myself, nor do I really like them.”

“Then why do you come here?”

“Dunno. It’s relatively peaceful, those freaks keep to themselves.”

The man, who was only a smidge shorter than Trevor, glared up at him.

“Hey man, don’t call my girl a freak.”

“Ehh I don’t really count her in with the generic skinny jean wearing hipsters. More of a.. what is it called.. nosedivr type. Whatever that stupid website’s called. Why do you think she dresses like that?”

“Huh.. Never really thought to ask her.”

As he thought about the stuff Amanda wore, he took note of how the man next to him was dressed. He sported an olive jacket with a black turtle neck, and a plain pair of jeans. He wore beat up black converse to top it off, and a pair of Rimmers sunglasses sat upon his head. He looked simple, yet distinguished with the way he presented himself, hair neatly combed back. He figured the two would look nice standing next to one another. They would’ve made an attractive couple, if they weren’t dating already, the kind that turns heads. Trevor wasn’t like them. He wore a black beanie over his mullet, and his favorite pair of red Dix sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose. The rest of his fit looked disheveled. He had thrown on a wrinkled top, solid black with little surf boards and cars along the bottom- he was a sucker for Hawaiian shirts. His pants were tan colored but had some bleach stains, with old combat boots on his feet.

“Yeah, we may not like each other but I don’t really consider her a freak like those guys.”

He jutted a thumb in the direction of a circle of guys huddled around a phone. The man holding the phone had strawberry blonde hair and a clean outfit on. An expensive looking outfit.

“Who are they?”

“The people here I absolutely cannot fucking stand. The genuine hipsters.”

“Oh.. and you’re..?”

“I’m my own kind. I’m not like these losers, all uppity and shit.”

“Right. Gotcha.”

They walked around a bit more before finding the group Amanda was with. She sat on a bench, chatting with a few girls who dressed similarly to her. All of them had black incorporated into their style. She herself had a black jumper on, tucked neatly into the front of her jean shorts. Just like the guy described, she had fishnets on under them, skater shoes to match. Loose braids fell on her shoulders, and a small black choker was wrapped around her neck.

“Oh, there he is now! Babe! Over here!”

She narrowed her eyes upon seeing Trevor standing next to him.

“Hello, Trevor.” She huffed.

“Relax, I was helping your boyfriend or whatever look for you.”

Her face softened slightly, but still kept a small glare in his direction. She pressed her lips together tight before replying.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Yup.”

The man turned to face Trevor, sticking out a hand.

“Hey, thanks for showing me around. Trevor, is it?”

“Don’t wear it out.”

He shook his hand, noticing how soft it was. It was in stark contrast to his own, which was rough and calloused.

“Name’s Michael. I’ll see you around most likely? Thanks again.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

Amanda huffed again, nudging Michael’s shoulder.

“Let’s go hun, Bean Machine closes soon!”

“I’m comin’ I’m comin’!”

The two sauntered off, hand in hand. Trevor stood dumbly, watching them walk away. He was right. They did look good together. He wondered if he would actually see this Michael again, kicking a rock. He went back to the bench he originally sat at, putting his earbuds in, listening to some Crystal Castles again to pass the time. The beat thumped in his ears, and all he could think was how much better this shit was compared to that club music shit that played on every radio station in a 5 foot radius. He sat there, scrolling through his own secret nosedivr account, reblogging some photo of a lit cigarette. Right before a hand touched his shoulder causing him to jump.

“What the fuck- Oh. Ron.”

Ron was another friend of Trevor’s, a guy he had met outside one of the iFruit stores talking about how “they’re tapping the phones they sell in there!” and all that conspiracy nonsense. He was a paranoid guy, but Trevor kind of liked that about him. Those were the kind of freaks he liked. He was shorter than Trevor, sort of frail in stature. He wore a bright red windbreaker over a faded tourist tee that read “I went to Liberty City and all I got was this lousy t-shirt!”, along with khaki colored cargo shorts. It didn’t help that he wore some goofy looking bucket hat, and socks with sandals. He dressed like someone’s middle aged father.

“Trevor! Have you seen Wade around anywhere?”

“Last I checked, he was with Floyd.”

“Did he say where he was going?”

“Uh no, but my best bet is they went to that vinyl shop Floyd’s girlfriend works at.”

“Will ya come with me to find him?”

“Now why the fuck would I do that? What do you need him for?”

“Well I- I uh- um..”

“I uh! I uh! Spit it out Ron!”

“It’s about the Merryweather Night Club.”

Merryweather was a big organization that had a wide range of private clubs all over the country, and complimentary body guards to suit. They were all expensive as fuck, and anywhere they settled jacked up the prices of everything else. A lot of neighborhoods became gentrified as a result, and people actually considered it a good thing. What a fucking joke. Trevor of course couldn’t stand it. He hated bullies, and Merryweather was no exception. He’d been wanting to dismantle the club since they settled in LS, seeing as they only amplified the fake feel of the city. Let’s just say he’s gotten into more than a few scuffles with the club. And let’s just say it ended with someone getting stabbed as a result. The guy had it coming to him anyway. Between bouncers and the clubbers, they didn’t like Trevor or his kind loitering around the joint. It didn’t stop him from plotting some sort of revenge though. Ron per usual was on board, his reason being Merryweather’s violent history that had been swept under the rug. They were rather forceful relocating people who had lived in certain neighborhoods for years, Ron being one of their victims. Wade only decided to tag along because he wanted to be included.

“Ah fuck, what’d those bastards do now?”

“They’re throwing some big party!”

“…What fucking for?”

“All I know some guy’s coming to visit, somebody they labeled important and he’s-“

“Woah woah woah wait, Ron. Who?”

“Steve Haines.” He breathed out, careful not to be overheard.

Trevor’s eyes widened, his gaze shooting over to the posse he had poked fun of before. Steve was talking to the group, all of them doing that fake laugh they always did. God, even their humor was pretentious.

“Those fucking hipsters!” He hissed.

“I abhor them, you know that-“

“I know. I know. But, that Weston guy’s gonna be there with him-“

“Weston? Devin Weston?”

If Trevor hated hipsters, then he utterly loathed rich daddy’s money boys like Devin Weston. He had only gotten that stupid fucking night club because his father paid Don Percival enough money to let Devin do whatever he pleased with the Merryweather body guards. It was an elitist club, and they only allowed the best of the best in there.

“What the fuck’s going on there?”

“Something to do with those guys he hangs out with. I think they’re doing something major, expansion maybe-”

“And him and Devin are working together or..?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t hear much after that, that’s why I wanted to grab you and Wade and-”

“Then let’s fucking go get him, Ron!”

The two rushed out of there, heading for the vinyl store to look for Wade. Trevor knew a shit storm was coming, and he absolutely couldn’t wait.

//the next chapter’s gonna be longer i promise lolz

#gta v #grand theft auto v #michael de santa #trevor philips #young trikey #franklin clinton #lamar davis #lester crest #amanda de santa #steve haines #midnight city au

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viscountessevie · 3 years ago

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This could be reaching a bit but why do I feel like more people have suddenly gotten interested in Fran because her new actress is more 'conventionally pretty'? Nearly every quote on the official tweet or post here and on ig has been like "wow she's gorgeous she looks just like Daphne now." SOmeone here mentioned that they wished the actress they'd gotten had the same body type as Ruby and I'd have to agree, it feels wrong to have Fran with a Daphne/Phoebe-esque figure now when Ruby was very much not

Omg you're not reaching and the WAY OUR MINDS WORK!! I was thinking of doing a post on this after answering my asks but alot of asks came in hshshs so I'm glad you asked and reminded me! Thank you anon :)

I was just feeling really sad on Tumblr after talking to a friend who was excited about Frannie when she wasn't before - as she should Frannie is a brilliant character and I'm glad she's getting attention even if its not with Ruby - and went to see if Twitter was missing Ruby too.

There's JUST SO MANY comments like "Ohmygod now she looks so interesting to me! I'm going to pay attention to her now" or "THIS is the face that took Michael's breath away" and just little comments like that. I don't know these people - I dunno if they meant to be malicious or backhanded. But like why do you all who like Hannah and clearly couldn't care less about Ruby have to bring looks into it? Can yall stop being weirdos for one minute and just be happy Frannie is getting an arc or more scenes since we're getting a bigger name?

Like if you're sad about Ruby leaving, be sad and mourn with me but don't attack Hannah for her looks. You're allowed to be skeptical about her pulling off Frannie because we haven't seen her in a role like that before (correct me if I'm wrong yall I don't know her full filmography and role types).

On the other hand - a bigger hand now that everyone has their attention on Frannie - what we AREN'T going to do is put down Ruby's version of Frannie. I literally saw someone on the tag basically calling her boring and that Hannah will have "more personality than her and book Frannie." Sorry to YOU for not seeing it but Book Frannie always had a delightful personality. And of course, Ruby didn't draw people like the GA and non-Fran fans in, she was never given the chance to.

As @psyche-edits so eloquently put it here while it's not the exact comments on their post I've seen on my dash and Twitter, it's in the same vein of putting Ruby down to hype up Hannah and that's not cool.

You can hype one or the other without putting one down and you can hype them both up! Be grateful we had Ruby for the last two seasons (I know we barely had her but it's not like they didn't cast Frannie at all) and be excited for Hannah can do.

If you have shit to say about any of them keep it yourself and PMs, we don't need tearing down of their looks and Ruby's vibes not being good enough on the dash or in the main tag.

As for the body type line, I got another ask just focused on that so I'll answer that in a bit and link it here!

#Bridgerton #Francesca Bridgerton #francesca recasting news #Ruby Stokes #Hannah Dodd #Trivia's Stamp of Approval #kanthypants & eldest daughters stamp of approval #kanthypants and eldest daughters gc

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simsadventures · 5 years ago

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Barely Hate You

Dean x Reader oneshot

Summary: You and Dean have a very difficult relationship. One moment you want to strangle each other, while the next you’re all cuddly and lovey-dovey. Maybe not after a risky vampire hunt.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, mentions of vampires, angst, implied smut, fluff

Word Count:1369

A/N: This little something is for @mummybear ’s followers celebration #mummybears1.5kfollowerscelebration, and once again, sweetheart, congratulations, you deserve every single one of them! My prompt was the song Irresistible by the one and only Fall Out Boy, and because I’m a massive fan I couldn’t really choose anything else. Anyway, hope you’ll enjoy a little Dean, haven’t posted for him a while! Let me know what you all thought xx

Dean Winchester Masterlist __ Masterlist

“Oh my God, Dean, really? Like I could’ve known that there would be more than two fucking vampires there,” you rolled your eyes at the tall hunter, not standing down even when the dangerous glint shimmered in his eyes. You knew you were playing with fire, but you were fed up as it was. You didn’t need a lecture, and especially not from Dean.

“You would’ve known if you just waited for one goddamn second, Y/N! Stop being so fucking reckless all the time, and maybe start thinking about the people around. Y’know what? I don’t even give a shit you would be killed, but there were other people if you’re aware!” Dean yelled harshly, and you actually flinched at his tone.

Sure, you and Dean have been at each other’s throats ever since you met. The green-eyed hunter always getting on your nerves with his grumpy mood and his sarcastic comments. And you weren’t better than him in most regards. You just loved to see him all riled up because you knew probably better than anyone else what the riled-up-Dean could do.

You have been fuck buddies also as long as you could remember. Never putting a label on it, nor putting any boundaries around it, you just enjoyed each other’s presence. On the better days, that was. And today was obviously not one of those days.

You were staring at Dean, trying to come up with a come-back for his harsh statement, but the only thing you could hear was him saying that he wouldn’t give a damn about you dying. Not that you wanted him to confess his love for you, far from it. But you, at least, hoped he wouldn’t be indifferent if anything happened to you. But it not being the case made a little disappointed.

You couldn’t say you loved Dean, but you also couldn’t quite say you didn’t. And that was the main issue. You just weren’t sure about your own feelings, and there was a hope inside you that he would decide for you. But the dream was for him to exclaim his love, and not to blatantly told you he didn’t give a rat’s ass about you.

You looked him deep in the eyes, trying to see whether he actually meant it, but because you couldn’t find anything other than rage and hatred, you just shrugged and marched to your room in the bunker.

Slamming the door behind you, you slumped down on your bed, your hands against your eyes. You were both pissed and hurt, not really knowing which of those emotions was winning. But when you felt wetness on your palms, and then touched your face, you found out that you didn’t have to worry about which emotion won. Because now you were just sad.

The next morning wasn’t that m much better. You woke up with your eyes swollen from all the crying you did last night, and your head hurting like a motherfucker. But you didn’t pay it no mind because your stomach was grumbling like crazy, and you knew you needed to get out fo the room eventually.

You could hear voices coming from the library, but you weren’t about to go there and face them just yet. Especially not Dean. You knew Sam was also mad at you from marching into the nest pretty much unprepared, but the only thing you thought of at that moment you couldn’t think of anything else than saving the people trapped inside.

Could you have been a little more thoughtful? Sure, you always could. But nobody got hurt, after all, and that was the important thing. Well, not to Dean, obviously.

As you were making yourself a coffee, when you heard steps from behind you. Too tired to turn around, you just stared numbly at the pot on the stove. From the way, your body perched up you knew it was Dean in the kitchen with you. But you were adamant on not making your heart hurt even more. You needed at least a few more days to dump the pain and be your joyous self again. Maybe a little longer this time.

“Ehm,” Dean coughed awkwardly, but still got no reaction from you. He tried coughing a few more times, secretly hoping you would just turn around, yell at him some more, tell him that he was an asshole and all would be forgotten and forgiven. But even he could feel that it would be a little more serious this time.

When it was more than evident that his coughing was simply not enough, Dean took a step closer and put his hand on your shoulder.

You flinched harshly so that his hand fell from your body and stood a little closer to the stove.

“I got the message, loud and clear, Dean. You don’t have to pretend, or anything like that. Just leave me alone and maybe secretly hope and pray for my death, and Chuck might be merciful enough to grant you your wish,” you hissed at him, still keeping your eyes trained anywhere but on him.

Dean gasped, only now seeing your red eyes, and he didn’t have to be a genius to figure out you have been crying. He knew the moment he said those things that he crossed a line, but he was so pissed at you for risking your life once again, that he just couldn’t hold his tongue.

“Sweetheart, you know that’s not true,” he said as nicely as could, stepping closer to you, and bringing your face up by the tip of his finger underneath your chin.

“Look, I get it. You hate me, and you wish I died, easy as that. We don’t have to pretend-“

“I don’t pretend anything! I don’t fucking hate you, I was worried sick when I realised you went there, totally unprepared. You could have gotten killed, and what would I do then, huh?” You growled at you, and you pushed him away, seething.

“I don’t know, celebrate? And don’t tell me you don’t hate me after what you said yesterday,” you now yelled, mustering the last of your strength to fight this handsome asshole.

“I fucking love you, you psychopath! And I can’t, no, I don’t fucking want to imagine what my life would look like if you weren’t in it! You’re annoying as fuck, you’re reckless, you’re selfish. But I still love you, not despite, but because of all those things I just said! So stop fucking fighting me for a second and say it back!”

You gaped at him, your heart hammering in your chest, threatening to beat its way out of there.

“Love me? That’s, that’s not possible, you hate me!” You whispered, surprised and choking on your own emotions.

Dean smiled at you and took a step closer, hugging you close to his body. Just the familiarity of the whole thing brought peace to your mind. You needed him more than you cared to admit.

“I barely hate you, sweetheart. Sure, there are times when I would spank that cute ass of yours, or lock you in your room to not do anything stupid, but that’s not hatred. I’m scared shitless that Chuck’s gonna take you away from me. And you seem to be doing everything in your power to help him in that,” Dean mumbled against the crown of your head.

You nuzzled your cheek closer to his chest, revelling at the smell of him; so originally Dean that you knew you’d know him anywhere in the world.

“Don’t think I’m still not mad about you saying the shit yesterday. But I love you too, you big weirdo,” you mumbled, and Dean’s smile got that much brighter.

You swatted his chest as you pulled away from him, and he mockingly massaged the place.

“You did say something about spanking though, didn’t you?” You smirked at him, and all the playfulness from Dean was gone. In was dominant Dean as he picked you, throwing you over his shoulder and marching towards his bedroom.

He knew he would have to work hard for redemption, but this was the kind of work he would be happy to die doing.

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general-kenobi357 · 3 years ago

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Someday Soon-Chapter 4

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!OC

Summary: Secrets start to create more tension within the Pogues, even more so when Kooks start to get involved.

Word Count: 3.1k

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There's a moment in every kid's life when you feel like anything's possible. When you feel like you've got the total mojo. You could, I don't know, free-climb El Capitan, land on Mars, or, uh... get elected president. The whole world's there for the taking if you've got the sack to go for it.

And then, when you least expect it, some Kook shows up and tells you there's no eternal mystery. And then all that talk about free-climbing and Mars and the president... bullshit.

Magic gets cancer and dies.

“It's not there. Look, just... just pull the drone up.” John B instructed Pope. We had searched all over the ocean floor and found nothing but the figure head that used to stand at the bow of the ship.

“Shit.” I muttered, the storm was picking up as the thunder grew louder and the lightning closer to where we were, I entered the cabin where JJ was still trying to hold the boat steady. We hadn’t spoken more than five words to each other since him and Pope had picked me up the day before, I figured it was time. “You need any help?”

“Nah, but if you have 400 mil lying around, I’d be happy to take it off your hands.” He joked, bringing a smile to my face before a comfortable silence fell over us and we continued to listen to the rest of the Pogues outside.

“Look, we can do another pass. Recharge the battery.” Pope suggested. “We can... we can go back down.”

“We've done it three times. There's nothing there.” JJ spoke up competing with the loud wind.

“Shut up! The gold could be buried. We don't know.” Kie reasoned, still hopeful.

“If it was there, it would've been found on the metal detector, okay? Somebody beat us to it.” John B told her.

“Or it was never there.” I mumbled. The more we searched the more the stories started to sound impossible.

With the thunder rumbling we all pitched in to bring in the drone before JJ drove us back to the dock.

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After we got back onto dry land the group all parted ways, promising to see each other later on that evening.

Once I got back to my house I changed into some dry clothes before making my way into the main room to see my mom sitting on the couch, I could hear Emmy in her room playing.

“Hey Hon.” My mom spoke up, setting down the book she was reading. “Where have you been all morning?”

“Oh we took Heyward’s boat out, trying to catch some fish. JJ’s cousin told him you can get spearfish out in the open water.”

“Did you catch anything?”

“No the storm picked up, we had to head back in.”

“Well that’s too bad. Maybe next time.”

“Yeah, maybe next time.” And even though my mom didn’t know what we had really been looking for, her words gave me a little hope, maybe we could still find something.

“Hey, are you and your friends going out later?” She asked after a few minutes.

“Um, I don’t know. Kie was talking about taking us to an outdoor movie over on Figure Eight.”

“Oh you used to love those as a kid, do you think they would be okay if Emmy tagged along?”

“I can ask. Kie was going to pick us all up in a little bit.”

“Thank you. I just don’t want her to miss out on everything you got to do when we still lived over there.”

“I know.” I replied with a smile. Ever since we had moved to the cut and Emmy was born, she had been trying to give us everything she possibly could.

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A few hours later I was in my room when I heard a horn outside. Quickly I got up grabbing the bag I had packed before going to find Emmy. She had moved to the porch as the day progressed and the house got hotter.

“Em, you ready to go?” I asked her.

“Yep!” She said standing up. “Wait I have to go say bye to Mommy.”

I watched her run back into the house, before I followed behind her.

“Have fun you two.” Mom told us as she pulled Emmy into a hug. “Don’t forget bug spray, and not too many candies alright?”

“Okay Mommy.” Emmy said nodding her head.

“Here.” Mom said standing up and passing me a couple of bills. “It should be enough for tickets and a treat for each of you.”

“Thank you.” I told her, folding the bills to fit in my pocket. I knew it wasn’t enough for all that, but it would be enough for tickets and I had some tip money from yesterday to buy Emmy a treat.

“Have fun you two!” She called as we went to meet Kie who was waiting by the road.

“Hey.” I greeted as we approached her car. “Is it alright if Emmy tags along.”

“Yeah of course.” Kie said smiling, I had a sneaking suspicion that my friends might have preferred her to me most days.

“Okay Em, get in the back.” I instructed opening the door for her. “Are we picking up the boys?” I asked.

“Yeah they're our next stop.” Kie told me from the front.

“You gotta sit in the middle seat.” I told Emmy, before buckling her seat belt.

“I don’t want to sit with the boys.” Emmy whined. “They smell bad.”

“They don’t smell bad.” I tried to defend the boys who weren't there to defend themselves, as I got into the front.

“Well…” Kie trailed off defending Emmy’s point. We all laughed as she pulled out of our driveway and down the road to JJ’s house.

As we pulled up, the two boys were waiting by the curb for us, Pope looked scared while JJ looked as if he were preparing for something. They greeted us all as they climbed into the backseat and before long we were en route to Figure Eight.

“Are you guys sure you want to go to this thing?” Pope asked about halfway into the drive.

“What?” I asked turning to look at him. “You love these movies.”

“Well maybe we’re just not feeling it today.” JJ defended Pope’s statement.

“What is up with you two?” I asked, I couldn’t help but wonder if it had to do with whatever had happened yesterday.

“Yeah, what is up with you two?” Em asked, parroting what I had just said. It was one of her current favorite things to do, after she heard me taunting John B the same way a couple months ago.

Her comment was enough to break the tension that had been building in the car, as it brought a smile to all our faces.

“Don’t worry Princess, we’re just bein’ weirdos.” JJ told Emmy, using the nickname he had started using a while ago when she had joined us all for a boat ride and declared herself the Princess of the water.

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“I'm so glad that they're still doing this.” Kie told us as we gathered all the stuff we had brought from her trunk. “Keep calm. Carry on. Back to OBX life. You know? Aren't you glad I made you come?”

“Ecstatic.” Pope replied in a monotone voice.

“My couch was pretty comfy, I'll be honest.” JJ added.

“Okay, Em? I’m gonna go with Kie to get your treat okay? What do you want?” I asked, setting down my bag.

“Um…” She thought, putting a hand on the side of her head. “Popcorn!”

“Okay.” I replied with a smile, moving to where Kie was waiting. “JJ can help you put out your blanket okay?” I told her before I turned to look at JJ, he gave me a thumbs up as I began to follow Kie to the concession.

“Hey, uh... can I get two Pepsis, please? Oh and a popcorn?” Kie asked the guy behind the counter.

“Oh I can buy Emmy’s food.” I told her, feeling a little guilty.

“No, don’t worry about it, did you want anything?” She asked, pushing away my hand which held a few bills.

“No, I’m good thanks.” I replied, as we waited for our order.

“Hey, Kie.” I heard Rafe Cameron call out from behind us.

“Hey.” Kie responded uncomfortably.

“What's up? How are you?” He asked, it seemed like he only noticed her. But it didn’t surprise me, I was generally looked at as the help.

“I'm fine.”

“Good, good. Um… Tell your boy that we know what he did.”

“Sorry, what boy are you talking about?” I finally asked.

“Uh, he'll know.” He told us. “Bye.”

“Douche.” Kie muttered as Rafe walked away. “What was that about?”

“I have no idea.” I told her truthfully as we made our way back over to the boys and Emmy. “Nobody will tell me anything.”

“Just saw Rafe, and he said, and I quote, <Tell your boy that we know what he did.> What is that?” Kie asked as I sat down between Emmy and JJ, handing her the bag of popcorn.

“Um… Where is he?” JJ asked nervously looking around.

“Right there.” I told him pointing behind us as we all turned.

“Great, the whole death squad.” Pope muttered.

“Don't stare, bro.” JJ warned turning around. “If they corner me, I'm coming out swinging, okay? Slice and dicin'. I'm on edge right now.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Pope confirmed, with every word they exchanged I was more confused.

“If that doesn't work, I got this right here.” JJ reassured Pope pointing to his bag, I was no longer confused, now I was just pissed of knowing exactly what he was referring to. How could he be that dumb.

“Yeah, yeah. So, we just gotta stay in the group. They can't get us in the group. Like a school of fish. Stay in the school. Can't leave the school.” Pope started rambling.

“I'm sorry, stay in school? Please tell me that you did not bring a gun here.” Kie asked, looking at the pair.

“JJ, there are kids. Emmy is here.” I reminded him.

“Sweetheart, I didn't bring the gun. Everything's fine, okay?” He told me with an unconvincing smile.

“Wow, thank you. That's really convincing. I love that, JJ.” I said, knowing he was lying.

“Founding principle, you guys. No secrets amongst Pogues.” Kie reminded them, which made me laugh bitterly. I was pretty sure everything Pope and JJ had said to me since yesterday had been lies. “What is Rafe talking about?”

“Kie, it might go down tonight.” Pope told her.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“<Might go down tonight.> What did y'all do?” Kie demanded.

“Deny, deny, deny.” I heard JJ mutter to Pope. Shaking my head at Kie before I turned to look at Emmy, who sat blissfully unaware as she enjoyed her popcorn.

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About halfway into the movie I heard the boys whispering to each other. Before they both stood up.

“Hey, where are y'all going?” Kie asked as they began to walk away.

“We gotta wring it out.” JJ responded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“You gonna hold it for each other?” She criticized them as they left.

The pair had been gone for a few minutes when out of the corner of my eye I saw three Kooks head in the same direction JJ and Pope had gone. Glancing at Emmy to make sure she stayed put I shuffled closer to Kie.

“I think somethings wrong.” I whispered in her ear. “Three Kooks just headed off to where JJ and Pope went.”

“They’ll be fine, they have the gun, Rafe wouldn’t try anything here.”

“The gun is still in JJ’s bag.” I informed Kie, holding up his backpack.

“Shit.” She muttered, taking the bag from my grasp. “You stay with Emmy I’ll go make sure they get this.”

I moved back beside Emmy as I watched Kie walk away.

“Where is everyone going?” Emmy asked, curiously.

“Nowhere don’t worry, just watch the movie.” I told her, unable to take my own advice.

A few more minutes past as I sat thinking the worst had happened to my friends, until suddenly the bottom of the screen lit up on fire. The crowd began to scatter as more of the screen was engulfed in flames.

“Fuck.” I muttered under my breath, trying to decide what to do. “Okay come here.” I told Emmy picking her up, I knew I couldn’t leave her here alone but I wasn’t sure what I was about to walk into. “Close your eyes okay? Don’t open them until I say so.” I told her as I walked over to where I had seen all my friends go.

As I walked around behind the movie screen which had now been reduced to ashes, I could see Rafe and his goons running off and in front of me Pope, Kie and JJ were all laying on the grass. But I could see them all moving.

“Oh, thank you.” I mumbled, not entirely sure who I was thanking. Pope and Kie were sitting beside each other so I made my way over to JJ with Emmy still in my arms. With my free hand I helped him before pulling him into a hug.

“You’re squishing me!” Emmy called out from between us.

“Sorry Em.” I apologized, letting go of JJ and setting her down. “It’s okay, you can open your eyes.” I told her noticing that her eyes were still squeezed shut.

“Are you okay JJ?” Emmy asked, her voice quiet.

“Of course I am Princess.” He reassured her, scoping her up. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Izzie was swearing and I was worried when you and Pope left.” Emmy explained, ratting me out in the process.

“Iz, swearing in front of the Princess?” JJ asked, feigning a look of shock before he went back to talking to Emmy. “Come on let’s go get your stuff.”

I let out a sigh of relief before I followed the group back to where all of our stuff had been left. As I packed up my bag I heard JJ explaining to Emmy that it was all just a game that they were playing and that she didn’t have to worry about any of it. All I could do was hope she wouldn’t tell my Mom.

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After dropping off the boys, Kie drove me and Emmy home. The drive was silent partially due to the fact that Emmy was passed out in the back seat and partially due to the fact that neither of us wanted to talk about what had just happened.

Once we had arrived I grabbed my bag before getting Emmy from the back seat. Kie unrolled the window to wave goodbye to me.

“Thank you.” I said to Kie with a smile. “For everything.”

“Of course, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She replied, waving as I made my way to the front door.

It wasn’t until I had closed the door behind me that I heard the tires of Kie’s car drive off. My Mom was sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea reading by a candle when we got inside. I quickly went and put Emmy into her bed before I joined her.

“You two are home earlier than I thought, wasn’t it a double feature?” She asked me.

“Yeah, um some kids messed with the screen and they couldn’t play the second movie.” I explained, pulling her into a tight hug.

“You okay?” She asked concern laced through her words.

“Yeah I just missed you.” I said, pulling away.

“Okay.” She said not sounding entirely convinced.

“Goodnight.” I said before I walked out of the kitchen and into my room.

“Goodnight!” She called as I closed my door.

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The next day the Pogues-minus John B, who no one had heard from-were gathered at Heyward’s discussing the events of last night.

“Don't let it get in your head. Three of them and two of us.” JJ reassured Pope, who was still on edge. “That's typical Kook shit right there.”

“Hey, Pope, someone here to see you.” Heyward interrupted, Deputy Shoupe trailing behind him.

“Evening, Officer.” Pope said, suddenly seeming even more on edge than before.

“I have an arrest warrant for felony destruction of property.” Shoupe told him blatantly. “Hands where I can see 'em.” He instructed beginning to cuff Pope. “Young lady, out of my way.” He said pushing past Kie as we all followed him outside.

“Whoa. Shoupe, what'd he do?” Heyward said, confused.

“Look at the warrant.”

“You're arresting him? You're just arresting my boy?”

“Be careful!” Kie shouted as Shoupe continued to read Pope his rights.

All of our voices seemed to mix together as I tried to figure out what was going on.

“It wasn't him!” JJ yelled over all of us, everyone else fell silent. “It was me. He tried to talk me out of it, but I was mad because he'd just been beaten up. I was so sick of those assholes from Figure Eight that I lost my shit. I can't let you take the blame for somethin' I did. You've got too much to lose.”

“JJ, what are you doing?” Pope asked and all of the sudden I realized what was going on and what they had been keeping from me.

“I'm tellin' the truth.” JJ explained, he was staring at me as if he wanted to say something more. “For once in my goddamn life, I'm gonna tell the truth. I took his old man's boat, too.”

“JJ, come on.” Pope tried to stop him.

“Just shut up, Pope!” JJ shouted. “Just shut up. He's a good kid. You know where I'm from.”

“Yeah.” Shoupe agreed.

“This was all me.”

“That's the whole truth?”

“Whole truth, swear to God.”

“I know what you think, damn it, I'm asking Pope.”

“Yeah, that about covers it.” Pope stated, as JJ nodded at him.

Shoupe sighed before uncuffing Pope and putting JJ into his car. I could hear Pope cursing from behind me as Kie and Heyward tried to calm him down. But all I could do was watch as the cop car drove off leaving me standing in the street, tears streaming down my face. Realizing I hadn’t even said goodbye.

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sapphirestarxx · 4 years ago

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Through the Night

Chapter 4

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Kagome spent the rest of the day making preparations for the ritual that night. Now that they finally had more information to work with they could stop being on the defensive all the time. This was their chance to go on the offensive, to make some actual progress, take steps toward ending this all.

After her discussion with Inuyasha and her grandfather she had made a call to Sango telling her what she had learned. She had decided to let Sango relay the information to Miroku, her inner matchmaker still at work and coming up with any excuse to get them talking to each other.

Her best friend was softening towards the monk; she could tell. She could also tell Sango would be the last to admit it, at least not out loud. She was going to fight it every step of the way. Miroku had his work cut out for him, but Kagome knew if he kept at it Sango would eventually come around. She just needed time to see what kind of man he really was and that she could really trust him. It had been so long since Sango had been in any kind of relationship or really opened herself up to someone and Kagome just wanted her friend to be happy. Miroku wasn’t like any of the guys that Sango had been with before; she somehow knew he wouldn’t hurt her like they had. If only Sango would begin to see that.

Of course Kagome wasn’t one to talk. Her feelings for Inuyasha were quickly developing from a crush into something more...real. It was easier when he had just been a total jackass, but now he was showing moments of tenderness and it was increasingly difficult to keep her feelings at bay. She found herself looking for almost any excuse to be near him, talk to him, even touch him. But she was a priestess and he was a half demon and she was sure he would never feel the same way about her the same way she was beginning to feel about him. And she was human. Even if by some miracle Inuyasha wanted her in the ways she wanted him...he was a half demon. He would outlive her.

‘Stop it.’ She told herself sternly. It wouldn’t do any good to dwell on things that were impossible. She was getting ahead of herself. This was no time to be thinking about such things, either. She had a ritual to prepare for.

The rest of the day passed by quickly and soon it was night. The moon was peeking through the clouds, a crescent of light illuminating the grounds as she and Inuyasha walked across them to their destination. She had gone over the basics of the rite with him so he had some idea of what to expect. There was a shallow pool usually used for purification that she would be using for the ritual. Water was a natural conduit and would help bridge the gap between her and what she sought.

She had dressed in a simple white kosode and nothing else, as the ritual demanded. Clothing was a worldly construct and she needed her spirit unencumbered by as little as possible. A robe currently covered her, protecting her from the chill of the night air. When they reached the building in question Kagome turned to Inuyasha.

“Okay. I’m going to stand in the water and then I’ll begin. Just stand against that wall over there.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

With that they entered and once the door closed Kagome removed her robe, setting it aside. Taking a breath she stepped into the knee-deep water. It was cold and she shivered, goosebumps forming along her skin. Looking down she realized her nipples were poking against the thin fabric of her kosode quite prominently. ‘That’s what happens when you’re cold and not wearing a bra. Great.’ she thought. This was embarrassing. Well it’s not like Inuyasha thought about her like that anyways.

“Focus.” She whispered to herself.

“I am.” Inuyasha responded and she turned around to face him.

“Not you. I meant me. Sorry, I was talking to myself.”

“Weirdo.”

She peered at him through the dim room and he met her eyes. Then his eyes slipped lower and she could have sworn he blushed before his gaze slid back up. She swallowed. Maybe she was wrong and he was more affected by it than she realized. It was weirdly gratifying, if only because it was proof he was aware of her in that way.

Quietly Kagome murmured the incantations the rite required, performing the accompanying movements with a practiced ease. The movements both centered her mind and acted as a focus for the power she was calling to her. As she moved she reached inside her for that tenuous connection to Tsubaki, the dark feeling of the runes, so her power knew what to search for.

Incense burned in the braziers, the scent of sandalwood and lotus wafting about the small room. Kagome closed her eyes and took a deep breath, centering her thoughts and clearing her mind. Bending forward slightly she lightly trailed her fingers across the surface of the water before straightening. Taking her damp hands she brought them before her, holding them to her chest, one clutched within the other. In and out, she breathed slowly in measured breaths while she waited to reach the state of meditation that was required.

Kagome didn’t know how much time had passed but gradually her spirit began to rise up, seeking out the dark priestess. Her consciousness soared, until...almost there...

‘Hello there. Stupid girl. Didn’t you know the target of your little ritual can reverse it back onto the castor?’

Kagome’s eyes popped open in shock, her concentration shattered. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Yet, she couldn’t break the connection she now had open between her and Tsubaki. This was bad.

‘I’ve been after you for a while and here you are practically offering yourself up to me. My thanks for making this so easy.’

Feminine laughter echoed inside her head along with the impression of a red smirk and jade eyes. Kagome strained against the link between them.

‘You didn’t even think to shield yourself, did you? How incompetent.’ Tsubaki mocked.

“Screw you.” She managed to grit out, calling upon the reserves of her power to push the dark priestess from her thoughts. “Get out of my head!!”

‘It’s too late for you anyways. I can’t wait to take your power for my own…’

And with that the connection was severed.

“Kagome, what the hell is happening?!”

Kagome looked at Inuyasha, noticing for the first time that he stood on the edge of the pool, looking like he was about to come in and drag her out if she didn’t answer him.

“Tsubaki, she--”

Her words were cut off and Kagome saw exactly what Tsubaki had meant.

She felt something within her shift and realized Tsubaki must have accessed her power to lower the wards while they were connected because suddenly her and Inuyasha were faced with two demons. There was no other way for them to have gotten in, certainly not without Inuyasha noticing. She barely had time to register that fact before one of them was beside her in the water, wrapping tentacles around her. Briefly she saw Inuyasha reach for her before he himself was taken by the other demon.

“Kagome!!”

Inuyasha called out her name as she was pulled beneath the water by one of the demons. Just as he was about to leap in after her the other ugly bastard grabbed him, dragging him away. Fuck. He had no idea how any of this had happened but that didn’t matter at the moment. Right now his main priority was to rip this fucker to shreds and save Kagome.

Flexing his claws he slashed at the tentacle wrapped around his middle, flinging the pieces away. Blood spurted from the severed appendage but the demon only screamed and wrapped another feeler around him while biting at his shoulder.

“Get-- the-- fuck-- OFF ME!!” Inuyasha snarled, punctuating each syllable with a pull of his arms and the rending of flesh. The damn thing finally loosened its hold enough for him to slip away and he rolled to finish dislodging the demon from him. As he regained his feet he drew his sword, turning in the same breath to slice at the fucking thing. It scuttled quickly to the side, dodging the killing stroke but not fast enough to avoid having more of its tentacles hacked to pieces.

He chanced a look behind him, where Kagome was struggling with the other demon. The choppy sounds of water churning filled the air. Her head popped above the water with a loud gasp for air before she was dragged back under again. Shit. He had to make this fast or Kagome was going to drown.

“Mistress Tsubaki didn’t say the priestess was being guarded by a half breed.” The demon hissed in displeasure before lunging at him again.

“Yeah too fucking bad for you, you weak piece of shit!” Inuyasha growled. Moving swiftly he surged towards the demon and with his free arm punched it then while it was stunned swung with his sword to deliver the killing blow. Its dead body landed on the robe Kagome had left lying on the floor, blood spreading in a puddle around it.

Turning his attention to the pool he saw that Kagome was putting up her own fight. Tentacles had been wrapped tightly around her wrists and ankles and held her under while she grappled with it. The demon’s head was hovering above her, a suction cup extended as if it was just waiting for her to open her mouth and gasp for more air to suck her soul and power away.

The water began to emanate a pink glow and Inuyasha could almost literally feel her power as she began to purify it. It screeched as its flesh sizzled but it held on tightly, refusing to let her go.

Inuyasha hesitated in indecision for a second. If he dived in now he would likely be fried by her power as well, but if he waited she could drown. She was strong; she had proven that. He had no doubt she could purify this demon. He just didn’t know if she could do that before she ran out of air.

It was an easy choice; there was no fucking way he could let her die. And not just because it was his assigned duty. It was strange but the need to keep her safe had become all-consuming. She had become...special. He didn't fucking understand it or realize when exactly it had happened but there was no denying that fact. Not to himself, at any rate.

Just as he leapt into the water the demon Kagome was wrestling with was overwhelmed by her power. It vaporized into nothing, purified. He grabbed one of her wrists, hissing in a breath as her power burned him but he didn’t let her go as he lifted her above the water. Her power receded now that the threat to her life was gone. She took in great big gulps of air, coughing up water, her eyes wild as if she was disbelieving the air was real. When they landed on him she noticed his now-scorched hand on her wrist and looked up at his face.

“Your hand! Oh my God, did I do that?”

Inuyasha couldn’t answer because his gaze had dropped lower and-- for a long moment he couldn’t tear his eyes away. She was soaked in the aftermath of the fight making the thin white material of her kosode practically transparent. It clung to her skin, leaving very little to the imagination. His mouth went dry.

“And your shoulder! It’s bleeding!” Kagome was saying.

‘I can see everything. EVERYTHING. Holy shit!’ He thought, unable to keep himself from blushing. Finally he managed to look away and trained his eyes onto the ceiling.

“Hey! Are you listening to me??”

Inuyasha swallowed, “Yeah, I hear ya.”

“Then answer me! Why won’t you look at me??”

She was making this so difficult. He let go of her wrist and made to turn away but she grabbed his hand in one of her own. The damn girl really had no idea.

“Have you seen yourself?!” He finally burst out.

At that she looked down at herself and her pretty brown eyes widened in realization.

“Oh my God!”

She released his hand and moved to cover herself. Her eyes cast about, landing on her ruined robe. Inuyasha sighed and removed his haori, handing it to her while being careful not to look at her.

"Here. Put this on."

Kagome took it and he turned his back, giving her a bit of privacy. He heard the wet rustling of fabric as she removed the kosode and the whisper of cloth over skin as she wound his haori about her in a makeshift dress of sorts.

“Thank you. You can turn around now.” She told him with the prettiest blush on her cheeks.

“Ok, you want to tell me what the hell all that was about?” Inuyasha asked. He needed a topic change and fast because the image of her body was still at the forefront of his mind. His own body was going to start responding soon if he kept thinking about it. His inner demon was already clamoring at him, telling him they needed to take her right then and there.

“Tsubaki...somehow she flipped the spell back onto me and I’m pretty sure she lowered the wards with my power while in my head. I don’t think she counted on you being with me, though.”

Inuyasha felt a flash of fear for her that the dark priestess had managed to get the drop on her so easily. If he hadn’t been here…

“This is why I fucking told you I didn’t want you to do this!”

“And I told you I wasn’t going to just stand by and do nothing!”

“Did you even learn anything about her location? Or was this all a useless waste of time?!”

Kagome fell quiet and for a moment it looked like she was going to cry. Then she glared. “No, but I won’t make the same mistake with her again. I--”

Abruptly she cut off and Inuyasha followed her gaze to the body of the demon he had slain. He was about to ask her what the fuck she was looking at when he noticed it himself. Branded onto the top of its head was the rune. It only confirmed what Inuyasha had feared-- Tsubaki had intended to use this opportunity to steal Kagome’s soul and spiritual powers, leaving her in a lifeless coma like all the priests and priestesses before her. Meeting her brown eyes with his golden ones he saw the same realization register on her face.

“I need to call Miroku about this.” She said. “I don’t know why, but I have a very bad feeling.”

~☆~

Miroku finished his dinner and put his plate in the sink. Today had been rather uneventful; he had focused on resting and recovering his strength. His wound still ached but that hadn’t been the worst of it; the aftereffects from the demonic poison were still lingering. Even though Kagome had purified all traces from his body it had taken its toll. He was feeling better but he still wasn’t at one hundred percent.

He had received a call from Sango a few hours ago, and she had been painfully polite and formal. It had been a little awkward to say the least. She filled him in on what Kagome had learned during their fight the previous night and the ritual she was planning to perform that night. He had thanked Sango and hung up, not wanting to draw out the rather stilted conversation. The demon slayer was being very clear about avoiding him and although he would be lying if he said it didn’t bother him, he had no desire to push her. He would wait for her to come around.

The reason she was acting like this was obvious. Admittedly, he had been just as surprised as her to find her body pressed up against him so intimately in sleep that morning. Clearly she hadn’t meant to fall asleep on top of him but he had felt his heart swell a little bit at the sight. His interest in her was quickly turning into something more serious. Miroku was almost certain the same could be said for her but she was fighting against it for some reason. She had been about to kiss him, he was sure of it. But at the last second she had backed away and he had let her go. Like he had told her before, he was a patient man. But she was a complicated woman. He sighed.

On his way back into the living room he felt the air around him shift, and without thinking he leapt towards where his shakujo was leaning against the wall. Turning around, he tried to search out what the source of the disturbance was. At the same time his phone began to ring and he answered it while holding the staff in front of him in preparation for a confrontation.

“Hello?”

“Miroku?” Kagome’s voice was on the other end of the line. “Miroku, be careful, I was just attacked and I think you may be next. I can’t explain it, I can just feel it.”

Slowly a figure became visible in front of him and settled into the form of a beautiful woman. She had silky black hair and eyes the color of sapphires, her full pink lips stretching into a smile. The aura around her marked her as an evil spirit, and she held out an arm as if beckoning something to her. In response to the motion two demons shimmered into existence next to her. They took the shape of serpents with the head of a lion. It was not unlike the one he and Sango had faced in that abandoned house, although unlike that one these were real demons and not merely spirits. He had no idea how an evil spirit had been able to summon them but it couldn’t mean anything good.

“Yeah I think you may be right about that.” Miroku replied, never taking his eyes off of the spirit or her demonic minions. There must have been something in his voice because Kagome’s next words were to demand if something was happening.

“Something is about to. Some assistance might be nice.” He replied before hanging up, cutting off whatever her response had been. She knew his address; he would just have to hold out until one of them arrived to help. Ordinarily this might not have been a problem but with the fight from the previous night still weighing so freshly upon his body and spirit he didn’t think he would be up to the task. Not alone anyways.

“Those other demons failed in capturing the priestess’s essence but you’ll do quite nicely as a consolation prize. Your spiritual power is shining like a beacon. And the package is quite...pleasing.” Her voice was a sibilant whisper.

“Are you Tsubaki?” Miroku asked, although he was pretty sure this was just an evil spirit the dark priestess had doing her bidding. A very powerful one from the looks of things. Perhaps even the spirit of a black witch, considering how she was still able to command power even in death.

The evil spirit laughed, amusement in her eyes.

“Please. As if Mistress Tsubaki would lower herself for such a task. I do believe I shall enjoy myself quite thoroughly, though. You look positively delicious.”

It was faint but Miroku could see the mark of the rune branded upon her forehead, as if it was a long-faded scar. The demons next to the evil spirit rushed him simultaneously but he had been anticipating such a move. Dodging them both he spun, twirling his staff in a quick motion and striking them as they passed. They hissed at the burn from its touch and Miroku took advantage of the distraction to erect a barrier around himself. The demons shrieked in rage at the loss of their prey and the evil spirit frowned, advancing on him.

“You think you can stop this? Foolish man.” Her voice whipped across his senses, her eyes burning.

He just had to hold the barrier until backup arrived. As if reading his thoughts the evil spirit smirked and reached a hand out for his barrier.

“Don’t make me laugh. Your barrier is nothing to me.” She began chanting something and from the oily and noxious feeling of it sliding across his skin Miroku knew it had to be some form of black magic. Slowly he felt the power in his barrier begin to drain away and he fought against it, pouring more of himself into it.

Reaching into a pocket he pulled out a handful of sutras, thankful he had the foresight to keep some on him at all times. With a murmured incantation of his own he threw them at her where they landed upon her spectral body. She screamed in equal parts pain and rage but although they had weakened her he did not succeed in exorcising her. She was incredibly strong, more so than an evil spirit had any right to be. Perhaps if the two demons weren’t with her, perhaps if he didn’t have to maintain a barrier, perhaps if he was at full strength this wouldn't be so difficult but unfortunately none of that was the case.

Pushing back against her power with more of his own, sweat began to bead at his temple at the effort. He focused, acutely aware of the two demons hovering just outside his barrier waiting for it to drop.

The evil spirit reached a hand directly into his shield and he sucked in a breath at the intrusion, hoping help arrived soon. His time had all but run out.

~☆~

Sango hung up the phone and ran to her car. She wished she had the time to don her slayer gear but the wakizashi glamoured at her waist would have to be good enough. Heart pounding she raced across the city, on her way to the address Kagome had given her.

Her best friend had called her, frantic, telling her that she needed to go to Miroku right now because something bad was happening. She had quickly explained she had just been attacked herself and her call to Miroku had been cut off right after he had said he needed help. Sango was closer to his location so she would reach him before Kagome or Inuyasha could get there

The awkwardness from that morning was momentarily forgotten, replaced by a lump of fear in the back of her throat. He was still injured from protecting her; he hadn’t finished regaining his strength yet. If something happened to him…

At last she arrived at the apartment complex and bolted up the stairs to the unit in question. She tried the door and blessedly it was unlocked.

“Miroku!!”

She paused for a moment, taking in the scene, breathing harshly from her mad dash. Two demons restrained him while a beautiful woman held him close, one hand resting against the side of his face and tilting it down towards her own as if preparing him for a kiss. Miroku was straining against her grip but it was a losing battle. His staff lay on the floor at his feet.

An inexplicable surge of jealousy rushed through her veins and, slamming the door behind her she ran towards them, drawing her sword.

“Get your hands off of him!!”

Miroku and the woman both turned to look at her, him in surprise and relief and the woman in shock and anger at the interruption.

He brought forth a surge of spiritual power at the diversion, blue light crackling at his arms and hands and the woman gasped in pain, releasing him. The demons restraining him hissed in agony at the holy power and then Sango was on them with a fury. With quick and efficient precision she made short work of the demons, hacking them to pieces, blood spraying on both her and the wall. She turned with the grace of a predator towards where the spirit of the woman stood, her expression deadly. Miroku wasn’t ashamed to admit he was a little turned on by her in that moment.

“How dare you interrupt, you rude little bitch!”

In the space of one breath and the next the evil spirit was suddenly in front of Sango, pushing her up against the wall. The demon slayer brought an elbow up, twisting to dislodge her grip and strike at her with her sword. The wakizashi passed through her harmlessly and the evil spirit laughed.

“That scrap of metal is useless against me, I’m not corporeal. And you have no spiritual power to fight me with.”

“Get off of me!” Sango yelled, struggling.

“As punishment I’ll take your soul first. You have no power but you positively radiate with life. Tsubaki should be pleased.” The woman whispered in a gloating voice.

With a strength that she shouldn't have possessed the spirit gripped the back of Sango’s head and pulled the slayer towards her. The cold lips of the spirit met Sango’s own and Sango could feel her vitality begin to leave her in this perversion of a kiss.

Blood began rushing in her ears and faintly she heard Miroku’s voice performing an exorcism, felt the body of the evil spirit twitch at the shocks of more of his sutras and, finally, saw him rise up from behind the spirit with his shakujo and a pissed expression on his face. He furiously bit out the necessary incantations, voice clipped and strident, ringing with power she didn’t know he still possessed. Then he struck at the woman with his staff and at last her lips left Sango’s in a tortured scream and Sango could breathe again.

The evil spirit vanished with one final shriek, as if ripped from their plane of existence. It was done. And Sango was so tired. Vaguely she wondered how much of her vitality the spirit had managed to steal from her before Miroku exorcised it.

“Sango!”

She tried to respond but her lips felt numb. She began to slide down the wall, her legs bereft of their usual strength. Miroku caught her around the waist and eased her the rest of the way down to the floor, where she knelt next to him. He held her to him and she found she didn’t mind. She rested her head in the crook of his neck and just focused on breathing and how nice his arms felt around her. Gradually she felt her equilibrium returning and she found the strength to speak, though she still didn’t move from her position.

“Miroku...I think it took part of my soul. I feel so drained.”

“That’s just from the momentary absence of your lifeforce. It’s returning, don’t worry. I exorcised her before she could actually take you.” He reassured her.

“Mmm. That’s good to know.” She murmured. They lapsed into a small silence before she spoke again. “You saved me again.”

“You saved me first. I was merely returning the favor.”

“Fair point.”

“Also, I couldn’t forgive the audacity of her for defiling your beautiful lips.”

Sango let out a small laugh. “There you go with those one-liners again.”

“Are they working?”

She gave his chest a weak smack with her fist. “No.” Yes.

“Guess I’ll just have to try harder, then.” He teased. She smiled, glad her face was currently buried against him so he couldn’t see.

“How can you stand to hold me right now? I’m covered in demon blood.”

“I don’t mind. You can use my shower if you like.”

“Maybe.” A thought occurred to her. “Sorry about your wall, by the way.”

He laughed. “It’s ok. That’s what bleach and a security deposit are for.”

They continued to sit on the floor for a while more. Sango knew she should get up, should push him away but found herself grateful for the excuse to have his arms around her. Several more minutes passed and then there was a knock at the door.

“Miroku?!” Kagome’s worried voice came to them.

“We’re fine! Come in.” Miroku called back.

Sango heard the door open and close as Kagome and no doubt Inuyasha made their entrance.

“We’re not interrupting anything, are we?” Inuyasha snarked. Yep, there he was.

“Shut up. I just had my life sucked from me.” Sango shot back in annoyance. She imagined she probably didn’t sound that intimidating with her voice muffled by Miroku’s neck. With an effort she raised her head to level a glare at the half demon. Behind him she could see Kagome, who was looking a little bedraggled herself but who also had an unmistakably delighted gleam in her eyes at the sight of Sango in Miroku’s arms.

“Well it looks like you guys handled it.” Inuyasha commented, looking at the dead demon’s body parts strewn across Miroku’s now-ruined carpet and the blood splatter on the wall. He turned away from the gore and gave Sango an appraising stare. She had the feeling she had just risen in his regard. “Nice work.”

“Thanks. It was a team effort.” Miroku supplied.

Sango gently pushed at him and he released her, standing and helping her to her own feet.

“So what happened to you?” She asked her best friend.

“I think we all better sit down. This is going to take a while.” Kagome replied. They all settled down onto the couch in silent agreement except for Inuyasha, who opted to lean against the wall next to the end where Kagome sat.

Over the course of the next thirty minutes Kagome and Inuyasha shared what had happened during her ritual and Miroku and Sango then shared their own experience. When they were all finished Kagome spoke.

“I’m not sure how Tsubaki knew where or how to get at you, Miroku. I’m worried it may be because she gained access to my thoughts when she was in my head.”

“Even if that’s the case Kagome, I’m ok. Sango came to my rescue, after all.” He winked at the demon slayer who rolled her eyes.

“Yeah about that.” Inuyasha started. “Kagome has me to watch her back but you got no one, Miroku. With your spiritual power you’re a target now.”

“What are you suggesting?”

“You and Sango gotta stick together from now on.” Inuyasha replied.

Before Sango or Miroku could respond to that statement Kagome took over.

“When we’re alone we’re more vulnerable. That was proven tonight. Miroku, it almost got you. Next time it might be you, Sango.” She explained. “Where one of you goes the other one goes too. That means sleeping in the same places, so you have backup literally right around the corner.”

Sango opened her mouth to protest but no sound came out. No, no, no. It was hard enough with limited exposure to him. Being around him all the time? She didn’t know if she could handle it. Between her growing feelings for him and how exasperating he could be... Chancing a glance Miroku’s way she could tell he was fighting a grin. No doubt he was extremely pleased by this turn of events. Go figure.

“Can we please trade places?” She asked desperately to Inuyasha.

He snorted. “Fuck no. I actually prefer Kagome over that idiot monk.”

Kagome looked happy at this admission, and there was a light blush across her cheeks. Yep, there was definitely something there between her and that half demon. That whole boyfriend ruse hadn’t been all pretend. Not on Kagome’s end, anyways. If Kagome could poke and prod her about Miroku then turnabout was fair play and Sango was looking forward to questioning the priestess about it later.

“Fine.” Sango said, defeated. As much as she didn’t like it, it did make a sort of sense.

“Are you ok with staying here tonight since you’re already here?” Miroku asked her.

She sighed. “That’s fine. I’ll have to borrow some of your things, though.”

“That’s no problem.”

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to take you up on that offer of a shower.” Sango said. “I feel disgusting.”

“Of course. There are towels in the closet right next to the bathroom.” Miroku said. She muttered her thanks and as she walked off Inuyasha and Kagome rose to leave.

“Kagome, wait. If you don’t mind I’d like to talk to you for a few minutes.” He said, stopping her, then looked at Inuyasha. “Alone.”

The half demon scoffed. “Please, you know I’ll probably hear everything anyways.”

“Just wait outside, please.”

“Yeah whatever sure.” Inuyasha said dismissively but he left, shutting the door behind him and no doubt waiting right outside for Kagome.

The priestess looked at Miroku quizzically. Then her eyes turned shrewd. “This is about Sango, isn’t it.” She said, making it a statement rather than a question.

Miroku gave a laugh. “I’d ask how you guessed but I suppose it’s pretty obvious.”

“Call it women’s intuition.” Kagome winked. Then her expression turned a little more serious. “What I’m about to tell you has to be kept in the strictest of confidences. If Sango finds out you know or worse, finds out I’m the one who told you, I will kill you.”

Miroku raised a hand in surrender. “I promise, I promise. I guess you also already know what I’m going to ask about her.”

“Yes, why she’s not responding to your advances like every other woman. Am I close?” Kagome guessed.

“Something like that.” Miroku admitted.

“Honestly, you really messed up by flirting with that waitress when you two first met. Of course that’s partly Inuyasha’s fault, or maybe it was mine for expecting him to consider something like romance. I should have reached out to you and let you know I told Sango I had presented our little get-together as a double date. It’s just been so long for her, you seemed like a good guy and I just want her to be happy.” Kagome told him.

“Right, I gathered that. I know I have a…certain reputation but with Sango it’s different. And I feel like she feels the same but I don’t know how to get her to admit it.” Miroku said.

“Ok, here’s the deal. Sango’s been burned in the past more than once. She’s wary of men and relationships in general. Her first real serious boyfriend back in highschool had no idea what she really was, and being in love she gave her virginity to him. He saw her scars that come from demon slaying and ridiculed her. When she told him the truth of what she did he couldn’t handle it or her.

“Then in college there was this guy who flirted with her quite a bit and finally won her over. But because Sango was now so self-conscious about her scars and just hesitant in general about giving herself to a guy in that way before he knew the truth of her she didn’t sleep with him and after one month he cheated on her, saying he couldn’t be with someone who didn’t put out.

“I’m telling you all this because I trust you and something tells me you won’t hurt her like these other guys have. But it’s going to take a while for her to come around and see it for herself and realize she can trust you with her heart.”

When Kagome was finished Miroku just sat there for a minute processing all this new information. Suddenly Sango’s behavior made so much more sense to him and he wished he could find these guys that had hurt her so badly and punch them in the face. He found himself feeling fiercely protective of her.

"You said you trust me with all this. Why is that?" He finally asked.

"You put your life on the line for hers, nearly dying for her, and saved her twice now. Plus I've seen the way you look at her." Kagome replied easily.

“...I understand. Thank you for trusting me with this information, Kagome. I can’t express how much this means and I will try to live up to your confidence in me.” Miroku said seriously.

Kagome smiled. “I believe in you.”

With that she left and Miroku turned his attention to the demon carcasses on his apartment floor. It was safer than focusing on the alternative-- Sango naked in his shower. A shower actually sounded pretty wonderful to him too, and he had almost jokingly suggested they take one together but felt like that might have earned him a slap.

Grabbing trash bags he placed the severed body parts into them then, after setting them next to the front door for removal later, considered getting a bucket of bleach. As he entered the kitchen he heard the water in the bathroom turn off. Shortly after he heard Sango calling his name.

Miroku walked to the bathroom and stood outside the door. “Yes, my dear Sango?”

“Uhm...I just realized I don’t have any of my clothes here and the ones I do have are covered in demon blood. C-could I possibly get a change of clothes?” She asked almost shyly.

Miroku reminded himself to breathe. “Absolutely. I’ll grab you a t-shirt and some sweatpants.”

“Thank you.”

Returning with the aforementioned items he knocked on the door.

“Sango? I’ll put them outside the door and leave so you can grab them.”

“Thank you, Miroku.” She thanked him again, her voice soft.

While she dressed Miroku changed into clothes more comfortable for sleeping himself and gathered a few things from his bedroom. He figured he would let her sleep in the bed and he would take the couch.

As he came back from his room he saw her exiting the bathroom. Steam wafted from the open door and he could smell the scent of his soap and shampoo on her skin and hair from where he stood. Despite the shapeless way his clothes hung on her she still took his breath away. She started to head for the living room and Miroku intervened.

“Wait. You can take the bed.”

She looked at him in surprise. “I can’t do that. This is your place.”

“Please. I insist.”

She looked at him for a moment longer, as if she was going to continue arguing.

“Sango.”

Her parted lips closed, swallowing whatever reply she had been about to voice.

“Okay...if you insist.”

“I do.”

“Thank you. Uhm...good night.” She said uncertainly, and there was the slightest blush on her cheeks.

“Good night. Sweet dreams.”

She quietly padded into his room and once she closed the door he turned out the lights and settled himself onto the couch. Knowing she was sleeping only a couple rooms away, and in his bed no less, was a kind of sweet torture.

So much for an uneventful day.

#Inuyasha #Inuyasha fanfiction #MirSan #Miroku x Sango #SanMir #MiroSan #Inukag #Inuyasha x kagome #Through the Night

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apothecarywormcrud · 4 years ago

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11 and 13 for Masato? 👀 i wanna say all of them for Masato but.

oh i am DOING all of them i wanna talk about masato

or. well. most of them.

1. Does your insert have a name that’s different from yours? Does the name reflect their character in any way, or is it just because it sounds nice? How did you come up with it?

I’ve talked about this before, but Masato’s name is very specifically spelled 眞人, (the kanji for “real” and “human,” respectively.) I sorta knew from the start that I wanted to give them a name with 人 in it; something deliberately ironic, because Mayuri is a dick who loves a bad joke.

(It’s a particularly cruel joke in the context of Masato’s original backstory, where they were meant to be an experiment in what happens when you let someone think they’re a real person and then strip that assumption away. But I wanted to give them sick powers, so that was shunted to the sidelines.)

2. Does your insert have a very strong relationship with a f/o, maybe more than one?

I talk about Szayel enough on here so I’m gonna talk about Nnoitra instead. In my version of canon, his mask is cracked open by Kenpachi, reducing him to a state similar to Nel’s. (That’s karmic retribution, bitch!) Suffice to say he’s pretty upset about this, and proceeds to skulk about Las Noches refusing to let anyone see him until Szayel gets back to fix things.

Masato meets him by chance when their powers are still sealed up post-jailbreak (this one’s seal 2: electric boogaloo) and is all like, what’s with this sassy lost pre-teen? Eventually they become sparring partners, since while Nnoitra’s regaining his powers, Masato is the only person in Las Noches capable of fighting at such a low level; and once he’s got them back, they can go hog-wild without worrying about fucking him up too much. Their relationship doesn’t have the same...belligerent romantic tension that Masato and Szayel’s does, but Nnoitra is fond of Masato, even if he’s horrible at admitting it. They’re friends and they suck!

More abt. Nnoitra actually bc I love this song: nerfing him puts him in a position where he’s forced to rely on other people, and despite feeling totally worthless and vulnerable and having to undergo the humiliation of being protected, there’s also the experience of being told, “So what if you don’t have any power? That doesn’t make me respect you any less.” So he has the opportunity to build his self-worth back up based on something less subjective, and now he can actually interact with other people on the same level, which is great news for Tesla, who gets to strengthen his spine and be truly up front about his feelings, because Nnoitra no longer has any power over him.

I think, for relationships like these, finding a level playing field is super important! And I’ve always been fascinated by characters who develop in opposition to one another and eventually meet in the middle. Masato and Szayel are also that way, in that they round out some of his edges, and he sharpens some of theirs, and the actual feelings proper don’t start developing until a ways in, and they’re not even admitted until post-canon, because in order to even consider that sort of relationship, the two of them have to come to respect each other first. Enemies-to-lovers is a fucking ART.

3. Who in their canon are they closest to?

Kurosaki fam and by extension, Ichigo’s friends. Masato has commissioned at least one custom jacket from Uryu. Also Arrancar Squad and my friend Percy’s insert Juro, who’s a creepy little goth weirdo and a visored.

4. Does your insert have a backstory? Tell us about it! How does their backstory, if any, define who they are?

Masato is a mod-soul based off of Mayuri’s quincy research. They’re designed to passively absorb reishi until at max capacity (which is quite large), at which point they can be forcefully “detonated,” destroying them in the process and causing a significant amount of damage to the surrounding area as the stored reishi is released. As a weapon, they’re highly experimental—meant as a last resort rather than something put to regular use.

Mayuri dumped them in the human world, where their reishi absorption wouldn’t negatively impact the Seireitei, and planned to let them simmer there for about ten years. There’s a seal incorporated into their gigai that not only blocks them from accessing the reishi inside of them, but prevents any outside force (such as hollows) from sensing it.

Once they become aware of what they are, Masato gets big anxious about anything that implies they’re not a real person. I’d love to salvage Kon’s original personality from before he was relegated to pervy comic relief because I think there’s the potential for some interesting interactions there.

5. Does your insert have any magical talents or otherwise special abilities?

Passive reishi absorption, and after Uruhara modifies their gigai so they can access their power reserves, they can vent it from their body and use the force to blast themselves around or add more power to their blows. Their body is about as resilient as a normal human’s, but the only way they can truly “die” is if their soul candy is crushed, which means that injuries that would normally be fatal are just excruciatingly painful. This definitely isn’t just an excuse for me to fuck them up beyond all belief.

Due to Szayel’s tinkering, they eventually end up as what’s effectively an artificial Quincy.

6. Do they fight? What’s their weapon of choice? What’s the motivation for them to fight, or to stay OUT of a fight?

They prefer not to fight if they can avoid it, but if shit gets real then they won’t hesitate, bitch. They’re reasonably proficient with a blade after several years of kendo training, and like to bring a practice sword into dangerous situations. It’s not going to do much good against the likes of shinigami or hollows, but it makes them feel more secure, and it’s a good misdirection tactic.

Due to the whole “functionally unkillable” thing, they’re also far more likely to take risks in battle, and have a tendency to rush in without thinking when one of their comrades is hurt.

7. What kind of clothing style do they like? What would they never be caught dead wearing?

It’s all cropped jackets and harem pants up in this bitch. I drew them in that sort of outfit once and now it’s all I give them. They don’t particularly care for their arrancar clothes, but it makes them less conspicuous and also, Szayel insisted on it. Can’t have your prized experiment running around looking like some sort of ragamuffin, after all. I keep meaning to write something where they visit Sastre for a fitting, because what good is having other arrancar OCs if I don’t do anything with them?

8. How do they fit into their canon world?

A side character who tags along with the main cast but ultimately doesn’t impact events too much. They have their own wholly separate plot going for them and it involves self-actualization and kissing arrancar.

9. Their favorite foods? Colors? Activities? What do they enjoy in life?

Kendo, gardening, bike rides through the countryside.

11. How easy is it to make your insert angry? Sad? How easy is it to twist their emotions into negative things?

Masato’s actually pretty difficult to rile up, unless you’re pushing some Very Specific buttons (personhood is the big one), at which point they become incredibly easy to mess with. Szayel is...uncomfortably good at making them upset.

13. What are your insert’s goals?

Up to a certain point, they were happy to live a normal life and protect the people around them when called for. Then they wind up back in Mayuri’s lab and proceed to jailbreak Szayelaporro, retreat to Hueco Mundo, and strike a deal with him in order to gain more power and get mutual revenge on Mayuri.

Post-canon...they start coming to terms with the fact that their body will never age and grow like a normal human’s, and that if/when they die, their soul will effectively be destroyed, and they decide, hey, fuck that shit, actually, and do a bunch of crazy science until they’ve got that shit sorted out (ultimately becoming like Nemu, if not something that improves on her design).

14. Does your insert have any family relations?

Isshin was the one who found them shortly after they were dumped on Earth, and kept them around for a number of reasons (the majority of which involved his Soul Reaper Senses tingling). So Masato’s got what’s effectively an adoptive dad and three younger siblings, who they dote on and bully interchangeably (and whose last name they may or may not have borrowed) (Isshin insisted on it, actually, since it’d make the documentation easier). They have temporary solidarity with Yuzu over not being able to see spirits.

Mayuri is....arguably family but also like, fuck that. Masato does consider Nemu to be something like a sister, though, and feels particularly protective of her the more they interact. They have just as much a desire to help Nemu escape Mayuri’s influence as they do themselves.

15. Does your insert have any enemies? What’s that dynamic like? Why are they enemies? Did they ever get along in the past? Is patching up differences out of the question for the future?

Fuck Mayuri me and my homies all hate Mayuri. I shouldn’t really need to explain this one. He treats Masato solely as an experiment and tool for his use. Unlike with Nemu, the fact that Masato is developing on their own is more of an inconvenience than anything, and before they broke out with Szayel, Mayuri was fully intending to wipe their memories and start over from square one. There is some good news, however, which is that Masato does get their revenge and uses their shiny new Quincy powers to seal up Mayuri’s reishi and get him kicked out of the captain’s seat.

Szayel starts off as an enemy, since you can’t really have an enemies-to-lovers plot without one. He’s done some pretty atrocious things to Masato, but he treats them significantly more like a person than Mayuri ever did. Masato has very little respect for him, and the only reason they start working with him to begin with is because he represents a means to an end. Of course, the more time they spend together, the more tolerant they become of each other...among other things.

#all of them except the ones i dont want to #ass memes #masato #@anyone who isnt felix if u read through all of this i pledge 2 u my eternal devotion #raudrfox2

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inevitableshott · 4 years ago

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SONGS TO WRITE MY MUSE !!

WHETHER IT BE MELODIES THAT GIVE YOU INSPIRATION FOR YOUR MUSE OR SONGS THAT GET YOU INTO THE WRITING MOOD — PICK 10 SONGS YOU FIND TO GIVE YOU THE URGE, THE DRIVE, OR THE CREATIVITY TO WRITE FOR YOUR MUSE !

I'm way too young to lie here forever / I'm way too old to try so whatever - (Bang | AJR): Yes, it’s got gunshots with the BANG BANG BANG but that’s not the reason it’s a ‘Mista Song’. The tone, the beat, the way it just sounds so relaxed ‘Pretend you know this song, everybody’ but ‘Hey come hang’. I can’t describe it but it just sounds like his fed up with his life even though it’s just starting.

A-a-aye, I'm on vacation / Every single day 'cause I love my occupation - (Vacation | Dirty Head): Every. Single. Lyric. I feel Mista’s character. I feel him in this very song. How laid back it is, the fact he is a FREE MAN able to do what he pleases. I don’t think he loves being a Gangster that’s not what I’m saying but as a man who doesn’t want to do SHIT this is the simplest as it gets for him. “Van Gogh in my earlobe I can't hear, I'm here though I may be a weirdo, but this is my year, yo My life may be crazy My lack of the lazy has let me do shit that I love on the daily”

Free Your Body / Free Your Soul - (Mista’s Theme | Golden Wind OST): I don’t care it it makes me lame to put Mista’s own on this LISTEN TO THE DAMN THING?? IT IS MISTA. IT IS GUIDO MISTA. THE BEAT THE LYRICS THE GUNSHOTS IT GIVES ME ACTUAL CHILLS. And uuuggghhh the gun being clicked at the very end I am rising.

Dum Dum | Baauer : This song doesn’t have lyrics per say but god damn does it sound like something Mista would listen to.

Summertime and the livings easy (Doin’ Time/Summertime | Sublime): Again, this whole list is just gonna me going ‘IT JUST SOUNDS LIKE MISTA TO ME’ and it does. It just does. The way it’s sang. Just feels like Mista. I don’t know fam.

(Lost My Way | Sickkick): I’m just gonna give you the main reason this song speaks to me: I lived in fear too, but I had to put on a brave mask And keep proving to myself and to the gang, again and again That I was not afraid Mista ignores so much negative feelings. Keeps them bottled up and represses them. This song pours it all out right at your feet and I live for it.

If I could find a way to see this straight / I'd run away / To some fortune that I, I should have found by now (Cough Syrup | Glee Cover): More sad times. Post VA Canon ending. Because I like to hurt myself. It’s just him trying to deal with and process the loss he’s had. Not just the deaths but Fugo being gone too. It sucks, man. Taking over as Underboss of Passione. It’s all hard to swallow.

I am the latest colors, I hate the newest songs / I can't stand the lyrics, I'd never sing along (GRRRLS | AViVA): Again, I don’t know. Just feels like Mista to me. Maybe it’s how he’ll never be two-faced, how he sucks at hiding how he feels despite not wanting to feel at all. Hm.

The sky's falling, baby / Drop that ass 'fore it crash (Ascension | Gorillaz): It’s a mixture of “Mista would drop his ass to this song” and “Yeah this just feels like Mista”

Not a cloud in the sky, got the sun in my eyes / And I won't be surprised if it's a dream (Top of Creation | The Carpenters): I would like to remind all of you this is Mista’s canon favorite group. This song, listening to it, feels like ‘Yeah, I can see now’. It’s hella chill, uplifting, and just makes you wanna curl back with a glass of wine and a nice book. Which, yes, I can see Mista doing.

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tagging: If you wanna, go for it. You have my blessing. Yes you. Thank you for reading.

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theperksofbeingbarbie · 6 years ago

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Smol Medium at Large

Summary: Reader is a witch with a little fortune telling shop that a certain medium finds his way into. The two it hit off and form a partnership.

WARNINGS: Use of a ouija board; language; general witchy elements??? - It’s no where near Chilling Adventures of Sabrina so if you can handle that you good

Word Count: 1055

Pairing: Klaus x Female!Reader

A/N: Looking through the planchette to see a spirit is bullshit popularized by the movie Ouija but I really thought it was cute??? Like Ben is so tired of only Klaus seeing him???? And he’s super cute and deserves to be seen???? So yeah. This is just a time filler while I wait to leave work and I had the idea and just went with it. Might do a part two?

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You jumped when you heard the sound of the bell above the front door. It had been completely dead all day because of the rain, you were shocked to know someone came in. You quickly grabbed a scarf to drape over your shoulders to appear more wise, lighting incense as you walked to the front of your shop.

“Hi! Sorry, it’s just raining really hard. Can I hide out here for a minute?” a skinny man asked with an apologetic smile.

You sighed, nodding as you turned back around. “Come on, I’ll make tea.” You lead him through the shop, tying back a curtain to show a small kitchen.

“Are you a witch?” he asked as he looked at the decor, gasping when a black cat jumped up onto the table next to him. “Can I pick him up?!”

“Her. Artemis. And yes, go ahead,” you answered, turning to see him gently pick up the cat with another gentle gasp.

“I’m being careful, Ben,” the man hissed at the air beside him. “I know how to hold a cat. You’re just jealous you can’t pet her.”

You rolled your eyes as you put the kettle on. Of course the cute weirdo had to be high out of his mind.

“You never answered,” he pointed out, leaning in the doorway of the kitchen, happily scratching at Artemis’ neck.

“Hm? Oh, witch, yes.” You nodded, going to the fridge to see if you could find anything to feed this guy with. “I specialize in fortune telling but I dabble in medium work.” You looked back up at the man, he definitely didn’t have any extra money to spend on a reading. “The medium shit is bullshit. But I’m half decent at tarot.”

“I’m Klaus,” he introduced with a playful smile. “I’m actually a medium, you know? Talk to dead people. When I’m sober, anyway. Unless it’s Bentacles, here. He loves Artemis, by the way. He was always a cat guy.”

You stood back up to stare at Klaus as he rambled, closing the fridge slowly. “[Y/N],” was all you could manage to say as you considered everything he said. “You’re a medium?”

Klaus nodded proudly. “I fucking hate it, though!” He laughed, letting go of the cat in his arms when she started getting restless. “Ghosts are dicks. No offense, Ben. Well, full offense, actually. You’re a dick too.”

“How good are you and ‘Bentacles’ at bullshitting?”

When the tea was ready you got your main reading table set up with a ouija board, enjoying how amused Klaus was at his matching tattoos. You sat beside Klaus and placed your fingers on the planchette.

“I don’t think he can touch it,” Klaus admitted, looking to the chair across from him.

You smirked when you noticed Artemis staring at the empty chair as if there was someone in it. Maybe Klaus wasn’t totally full of shit. “Just try, yeah? It’s just me.” You urged Klaus to join you, nodding when he placed his fingers on the planchette as well. “Are there any spirits here?” you said dramatically as if you were summoning spirits.

Ben shook his head. “This is stupid, Klaus.”

“Just try!”

Ben rolled his eyes, placing his fingers on the piece of wood, fully expecting his fingers to slip through. His and Klaus’ eyes went wide when they hit solid. Ben slowly moved the planchette to ‘yes’.

“You aren’t shitting me, right, this is really Ben?” you asked Klaus with a wide smile. Ben made a circle with the planchette to get back to ‘yes’. “Holy shit!” You quickly grabbed the planchette, holding the window up to your eye, gasping when you caught sight of Ben. “Holy shit, you’re actually a medium!”

“What the fuck is happening?!” Klaus asked through your excitement.

You quickly explained that the window was like a portal to the spirit realm and can bring bad news for the person brave enough to do it, but you trusted Ben.

“Are you sure it was Ben?”

“Asian, nice hair, dressed like a depressed emo kid?”

“Holy fuck you saw Ben!”

“She can fucking see me!”

In that moment you all forgot about the storm that had long passed. You all were preoccupied with the shared experience of not being alone. You offered Klaus a job that day. Any reading he did, he got all the money.

You, Klaus, and Ben became fast friends. You kept a planchette on a necklace so you could see Ben, feeling bad just talking into the air instead of attempting to make eye contact. Ben would always tell Klaus not to fuck things up with you, and Klaus was determined not to.

Klaus had been your partner in the shop for six months, and you noticed he was even trying to get clean. There were slip ups, but he was making the effort. It was always worth it to see your smile when he told you how many days he had under his belt. Even if it was just one, you were always proud.

“Why don’t you just move in?” you suggested as you made dinner. It was one of the nights where readings ran late and you really didn’t want Klaus to leave just yet.

“What?” he asked, glancing at the counter behind you, clearly looking at Ben.

“Move in. I kinda like having you and Ben around. Artemis is obsessed with both of you. Then I don’t have to worry about you getting ambitious and booking an early appointment and I don’t know where you are.”

“It’s only a one bedroom, though,” Klaus pointed out, still looking between you and the ghost behind you.

“Yeah, well...”

“Dude,” Ben whispered. “I told you she liked you!”

“You don’t have to, if you’re not comfortable, I know I kinda skipped some steps...” You gasped when Klaus closed the distance between you, his lips crashing into yours as he cupped your cheeks. You melted into the kiss, placing your hand on his chest to keep him there for a moment.

“Yes,” Klaus answered when he was forced to pull away to catch his breath. “God, yes.”

You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in for another kiss.

“I’m leaving before you scar both Artemis and me,” Ben groaned, earning a middle finger from his brother.

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cultureaddictconfessions · 5 years ago

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Uncommon Love - Cubicles CYO Ending #4

(As requested by readers, I’m posting all the endings for Cubicles! I hope you enjoy them, and I am excited to bring you more choose your own ending fics in the future. Shoot me a message if you want to be tagged. Stay tuned! xoxo, Bri)

How were you to know that there wasn’t going to be any real food at this party? You had hoped that James would have ordered pizza or something, but apparently, the menu only included booze and Bertie Botts. You made a point to comment on this injustice to James, who only laughed. You two and his three other compatriots were perched over by the dance floor, judging your co-workers as they devolved into a shit show. No one had started a fight yet, but there were definitely a lot of people getting frisky on the dance floor and around the rooftop.

“Who do you reckon Miss Mary Mac is gonna go home with tonight? I tried chatting her up earlier, but she just laughed in my face. I think she likes women if I’m being honest. How could anyone turn down this gorgeous face?” Sirius pouted, looking after the dark-haired girl dancing in a group of girls nearby. James laughed, rolling his eyes at his best friend.

“You’re too pale for her, mate; she doesn’t date white guys without big muscles, from what I’ve seen.” James flexed, his bicep busting out of his rolled-up sleeves generously. Considering how skinny he was, you were always surprised by his fitness. You weren’t the only one who noticed; Peter saw you appreciating James, and a frown slipped over his face. The rest of the group laughed, completely used to the ribbing between James and Sirius in regards to the women they were vying for. You didn’t really like James’ lowkey racist comment, however, and turned your gaze away.

“Whatever, Prongs, I’m sure I can easily seduce McKinnon to return to my plush mattress and Egyptian cotton sheets for another evening.” Sirius shrugged, his tone casual but confident, classic Sirius. Sometimes it felt strange to hear your guy friends objectifying and gossiping about the women they wanted to sleep with, but it came with the territory in a group of attractive guys. Apparently, someone else didn’t appreciate it…

“How do you guys even know when a girl likes you? You make an awful lot of assumptions… not that you lot don’t pull a lot of them but… You shouldn’t be talking about them like that!” Peter blushed furiously, speaking a mile a minute. James and Sirius stared incredulously at their friend, and you and Remus exchanged a concerned look. Peter was rarely ever vocal in a way that was questioning of his friends’ behavior. When no one responded to him, he huffed and walked away, leaving the rest of you to ponder what had come over him. James and Sirius boredly shrugged it off, but you turned to Remus with a puzzled expression.

“D’you reckon he’s okay? What a bizarre outburst… I mean, I just roll my eyes when they start talking about who they want to bed.”

“Honestly, Y/N, I never have any idea with Pete. He’s in his own little world and every so often it crosses with ours when he gets lonely. Which, granted, is fairly regularly, but still. Maybe he has a crush or something and doesn’t know how to communicate…” Remus commented ominously, giving you a pointed look. You blushed, confused by his statement. Remus patted you on the shoulder, and you decided to go investigate what was up with your friend since the others weren’t inclined.

It wasn’t hard to guess where Peter might be hiding, tucked behind a cardboard cutout by the snack table. He was trying to clean up the spot where the punch bowl had been knocked over, looking very frustrated. When you arrived in front of him, you coughed to announce your presence. He looked up at you, cheeks flushed from exertion… or perhaps something else. You gave him a little smile and went around to the other side to help him, slipping your wand out of your sleeve and wicking away the rest of the liquid in a moment. He huffed.

“Okay, Pete, out with it. What’s wrong and what are you doing working as the cleaning crew over here? This is a party, dear, you should be having fun! You seemed so happy earlier and now…”

“I just get so tired of how they talk about girls, Y/N… Sometimes I wonder if they even care about them. I mean… they’re nice to you, but that’s because everyone likes you and you’re always nice… I’m nice to everyone and they still treat me like a kid or a nuisance… What am I doing wrong, Y/N?” Peter slumped down on the ground, spilling some Bertie Botts out of his pockets as he went. You frowned, bending down to join him. You squeezed his shoulder in an act of comfort. It was sad to see him like this, honestly, because he really was a very sweet boy and uncommonly kind to everyone in the office. However, most of those girls either wanted the “popular guys” like James or Sirius or didn’t want to deal with guys at all. Peter put his head in his hands and groaned.

“Hey… there’s no need to mope, okay? Why don’t we go play some games and forget about those weirdos? I, for one, want to hang out with the best chef in the office!” You whispered to him, and he brightened instantly, still blushing. You stood up and held out your hand to him, which he shyly took. You led him over to the Carnevale set up James had conjured on one side of the roof, with wizard and Muggle games alike. Lily actually would've liked it, even with its connection to her least favorite office mate. You decided on a little model of tabletop Quidditch, complete with hoops and a twist of cups full of alcohol. The two of you got into it immediately, your competitive nature winning out, with lots of cheering and booing. Peter seemed amused until a curious look crossed his plump little cheeks. He spoke to you as he was making a shot.

“Why are you hanging out with me Y/N? You could be with anyone you want to, but you’re here playing games with the office joke.” He frowned as he tossed the mini Quaffle and sank it into one of your cups. You grumbled and shotgunned the cup before answering him.

“Because I like you. I think you’re a positive person to be around, and you’re not a baby to me. You’re just another nice guy who tries hard to be a good friend and who shouldn’t let people walk all over him so much.” You clenched your hands on the edges of the table, speaking sincerely from your heart. Peter was a little different than the other guys, but maybe that was a good thing. He was endearing and thoughtful and respectful of women and people in general. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t the most attractive or popular guy here; he was the most loyal.

The rest of the night you spent playing through the carnival with Peter, talking about your hobbies and life outside of work. He loved baking and animals and photography, which was pretty cool. He told you how much he liked your writing, which made you smile wider than you had all day because that was your pride and joy. Like his baking.

“Hey, I was wondering… are you doing anything next weekend? There’s this new restaurant I wanted to try and maybe you’d want to come with me…” You murmured as the two of you took a rest at one of the tables. Peter looked at you in surprise, then at his feet sheepishly. “I mean a date, Peter.” You chuckled, spelling it out for him.

“Oh… OH! Ummm… are you sure you want… with me?” He stared at you, incredulous. You nodded immediately. You had a great time tonight, and Peter was a good guy. Why not give him a shot? His eyes lit up and he leaned over and gave you a tight hug. He still smelled like the punch from earlier, which made you giggle. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, which further turned his face a shade of crimson unseen in nature.

“Why don’t you walk me down to my car and then I’ll see you Monday, you big goof?” You laughed as the two of you got up and exited the office, leaving behind all the doubt and disingenuous people. Maybe this office wasn’t so bad after all!

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