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candelwicks · 3 months ago

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Random 🔥hottakes🔥

And

🍫Headcannons🍫

♠️♣️♥️♦️Husk♦️♥️♣️♠️

My hottakes with husk is that I believe husk should

Be a type of threat to the hotel I don't mean as a

Threat like alastor no I mean,due to the fact husk

Is a gambler especially with how he was an overlord

Because of it.Just because he's under Alastor's

Thumb doesn't mean such addictions go away

And honestly I'm genuine pissed these types of

Addiction is barely shown at all more than being the

"wiser" one he was the "wiser" one because bro got

His feet forced into the shoes of his victims of being

A energy slave to an overlord,how I see what should

Be displayed as husk being a threat for the hotel is

That husk steals money that's supposed to be for

The hotel after all in the original show Charlie is the

Princess of hell but even with my own au the money

Is still being funded by the royals. So let me get this

Straight you're telling me an ex overlord who is a

GAMBLER wouldn't steal money from the royal

Fundings to feed his own adrenaline and to probably

Gambel sway items or even workers from the

Establishment? Oh and that's not all you're putting

A hardcore acholic behind the bar and it's definitely

Implied? Or at least it's never mentioned and I feel

Like it should on how husk is stealing matirals from

Said bar for himself I mean that's definitely draining

The money part too- also we need more owl energy

From husk-.One thing I lokey wanna see is like what

Husk's life is like I mean we got an idea with all the

Others why leave husk out? Like we got more

Information on angel dust and alastor then the info

We got with husk,so I believe that sense gambelisim

Is his thing he was probably a MONSTER in alot of

The casinos so much so bro was BAND by mostly

All of them expect for one who was quite

Astonished and impressed with his skills(or "skill"

If you will) for all we know husk probably owned or

Earned the rights to a casino when he was alive and

Was a definite charisma scumbag also I full on

Believe husk is a POC and his human form

Definitely got vitiligo to mirror his demon form.

When husk was an overlord I feel like his color was

Orange why orange? I don't fuken know but I think it

Be fun that when he was an overlord he used to have

The ability to go to a more demodic form and can

Sumon a owl skull through his throat to devour

People via crunching cuz I believe when monsters

Chew there food that's a 100% you ain't surviving it.

🦌🌲 Alastor 🦌🌲

I full on believe alastor has personal beef with angel

Dust and I don't mean that just because he is

Uncomfortable with NSFW in general,no I mean he

Souly has beef because angel is associated with

Valentino, we all know Alastor don't give to shits

About men and definitely believes in the stereotype

That men can never face the same issues as what

A woman goes through due to personal biased from

What alastor witnising with his own mother, Alastor

Definitely fucking DISPISE Valentino and is

one of the main reasons I believe was the

Reason of vox and alastor falling out although I do

Belived alastor fumbled on the friendship part vox

Made it more then it should have been but that's

Another segment I'll make for vox,But point being-

Is that i feel like alastor could care less if husk is

Hanging out more with angel dust because again

He gives less fuck with men especially someone

Like husk and angel dust however when it comes

To nifty he treats angel like he's and ironically cuz

There in hell a horrible influence yes I see alastor

As a father type and denying the fact he is one.

Another one that I wished we seen displayed in the

Show is how alastor was alive during the grate

Depression y'all have ANY idea how scarily resorcful

People are especially with FOOD?? The fucking hotel

Menu would be WACK, plus I do like the idea alastor

Is a hunter so it would have been so fun to see

Alastor use some shotgun perhaps he's alot more

Hunters play when it comes to killing overlords. I feel

Like Alastor's human life is definitely ruff on the

Edges especially with the early demise of his mother

When he was only 14, during his time growing up

He's always been bullied with is mostly from the

Extreme racism that he and his mother had delt with

And also how boys whom are now men always

Bullied alastor due to his natural charm for woman

Even though alastor seen all the woman in his life as

Sisters or or mother figures he even got bullied

Because of his more stronger connection with

Woman believing alastor was homosexual because

Of it Wich made it difficult for alastor to form

Friendships with men then he dose with woman.

💀🔥 Overlords💀🔥

I have Alot of headcannons about Overlords so

Here's le main one I wanna put out there. Why they

Still use the whole "sell your soul" thing when you're

Soul is no longer attached to your body technically

Your just made of energy at this point and with that

Fact alone ain't to far fetched for demons in general.

Here me out demons are KNOWN to drain energy

Out of people so energy would be the most prized

In hell no matter what energy negative or positive

They.will.drain.you so I feel like "selling your energy"

Would make the most sense plus it plays a keen role

With Overlords especially how one can lose there

Powers so quickly. One thing I think would be

Fascinating is that once you're an overlord even if

You lose your pedistole as one you have (yes JoJo

Reference-) rejected your humanity, you're blood no

Longer red as human but black as a hellborn once

You succumb to the role as overlord you're energy

No longer recognize you as human anymore

Meaning you can't go to heaven like how sir pentious

Did you're just stuck here but you can still very much

Be killed by angelic (or possible from Hades

department-) weaponry. I full on believe demodic

Forms such as what alastor has is only recides for

Those who are powerful enough to have not normal

Sinners or hellborns however whenever you lose

All your energy to someone else you can no longer

Have the ability to use that form and can be harmful

And strainful if you forced yourself to Wich can lead

To nasty injurys.

⚡🔌📺📡Vox⚡🔌📺📡

Oooh boy let's make one thing sertin I FULL ON

B E L I V E bro is acephobic he is ace spectrum

Phonic you CAN'T CONVINCE ME MAN KNOWS

NOTHING ABOUT THE LGBTQ BECAUSE HE DOSE

He SO dose! Bro is in STRAIGHT UP DENIAL that

Alastor is in the ace spectrum and I believe that's

No thanks to Valentino I feel like ever since vox

Let that rat basterd into the picture vox just

Followed suit on whatever he does to the point that

It made alastor and vox grow even more distant

Then they should due to both fumbeling on

Eachother. Vox is definitely problematic as in

Even though you warned him not to be with alastor

Because the future bloodline had engaged with a

Marriage basically tying both the family tree

together making vox and alastor related to some

Capacity he will insult you and flat out denying

The fact of what he's doing is now considered a

Weird Alabama idk with how much denial bro is

In it's time to acknowledge he just as problematic

And you can't convince me bro definitely had alot

Of kids running around both earth,hell, purgatory

And even heaven bro had A LOT of kids and families

That he didn't bother helping with.Speeking of

Families let's head into his hooman life I feel like

What I see is that both him and alastor are two

Sides of the same coin situation the same coin

Being both are people of color but had the uperhand

In different accounts such as Alastor's natural

Crisma and vox being extremely white passing yes

I full on believe vox has a family that are POC but

Vox didn't value his mother as much as alastor did

With his mom, Vox's mother had a temper but was

Wise enough to NEVER take it out on her son she

Was a very intelligent woman and her brain was

A genetic even her son had that to bad he didn't get

Enough of that Gene to make smart choices

Especially the disrespect and audacity that he has.

Anyways thanks for listening to my goofyness*EXPLODES*

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au #alastor #alastor the radio demon #hazbin alastor #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel husk #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel angel dust #vox #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #hot take #hazbin hotel headcanon #headcannons

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myfriendofmiseryyy · 1 year ago

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Fade into you

A Marcus pike x plus sized fem reader fanfic 💜

Content warnings!!!!!!

Mentions of very toxic relationships,mentions of verbal and emotional abuse,mentions of sexual assault and abuse.

3 months earlier:

Rain falls down my face as I stand outside his apartment for the last time,I’m done done with his mind games and constant gaslighting. I call an Uber to pick me up,and take me back “home” my own fucking apartment doesn’t even feel like home anymore every where I look I see all the memories and arguments I’ve had with jake,I can’t even sleep without having vivid nightmares about the last 12 months of our relationship.

I moved half way across the world for him,for it to be thrown back in my face when the abuse started. I should of seen it coming,I was stupid to think someone could actually love me. But at least I’ve got a job now,and I enjoy it. I work for the government,fbi to be exact,how I fucking FBI Agent didn’t see the fact my own boyfriend was abusing me for 4 years is beyond me. I get in the Uber and tell the driver the directions to my apartment,I feel on edge,I don’t trust anyone especially men. He gives me a kind smile and starts driving towards my apartment,sensing I didn’t want to speak,he just turned the radio on. Thank fuck.

I get home and slump on the couch,my now ex boyfriend has sent me multiple messages

11.30 pm

“Please I fucked up,please I love you forgive me”

11.33 pm

“Please baby,I will do anything”

11:45 pm

“Fuck you,worthless slut. You are not worth anything. Your friend is a better fuck anyway”

I block his number and his social media accounts.

One thing about being in the fbi is that I know he is going to pay for what he has done. Maybe after this is all over I will help over people in the same situation as me, help them get their life’s back on track. But first I need to help myself.

My apartment is a mess,my constant state of depression and being at work all the time has really taken its toll,I try my hardest but sometimes all the cleaning gets too much. I do the reminder of the dishes then decide to head to bed,not that I will be getting any sleep. I’m constantly terrified jake will break in,he has done it before. Breaking in to my apartment at the dead of night just to shout abuse at me,but my neighbours know what a scumbag he is,and they have cameras all over the building. “I’m safe” I tell myself.

No way am I sleeping with the lights off though,I do my nighttime routine and then text my co worker Marcus to say that I might be running late tomorrow because I’ve only just gotten back. Honestly,marcus has been suspicious of jake since the the day he burst into the office demanding that he needed to speak to me “right now” ever since then marcus has kinda been protective over me. Marcus and I have become pretty close friends (as close as Jake allowed us to be) and we check in on each other regularly. He has been through some shit the last few months with his ex Teresa,she abandoned him and called off the engagement after she met another guy. Marcus was in bits,I just wish I could of helped him more at the time. But I had to be home at a certain time,Jake set an alarm on his phone for what time I finished work,and if I wasn’t home by then he would go ape shit.

At least now I can hang out with Marcus and other co workers after work without jake breathing down my throat.

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3 months later

It’s been 3 months since I broke it off with Jake,my life has taken a turn for the better. I got a restraining order against him and I came clean about what happened to Marcus,he was infuriated and wanted to put the man behind bars. However Jake is (was) a cop and trying to put a cop behind bars is…very tricky,Jake knew all the best lawyers and the case fell through. It’s weird because technically the FBI is above the police but it still felt like Jake had all the power over me. I cried and cried that night. Marcus has Been there for me every step of the way,even down to coming to my apartment at 4am after I call him hysterically crying because I had a nightmare about Jake. He has installed new locks and a ring camera for me so I can see who is at my door,and has even taught me how to defend myself in that sort of situation. We have movie nights often where we take it in turns to pick a movie,I still feel very on edge around physical contact,Marcus acknowledges that and keeps his distance if needed,but honestly I like snuggling into him. He feels safe and I trust him. I often find myself falling asleep in his arms,it’s a reminder that I’m healing. I’m healing from all the shit Jake put me through. Although at the moment I can’t see myself and Marcus being more than good friends,I can’t help myself but like him as more than friends,he is kind,caring,compassionate and not to mention drop dead gorgeous. I think somehow,somewhere,someone put us together. I’m not a religious person,far from it. But I do believe in “soulmates” and I also believe in spirit guides. Maybe this is the way my life is supposed to go. Yeah I’ve been through a lot,to much if I’m honest. But maybe meeting and working with Marcus is the best thing that will ever happen to me,he certainly restored my faith in men.

I’ve been going to therapy for around 3 weeks now,my therapist being a very wise mid to late 50s woman,who has also gone through abuse.she tells me I am very strong and have a heart of gold. And that I need to heal before I get into another relationship. She has told me a lot of methods and books I can read,I’ve read more in the last few weeks than I have in my entire life.

Marcus is interested too,I lent him one of my books and he came to work the next morning with tears in his eyes and said “if this is just a fraction of what you went through then you are the strongest person I’ve ever known” and pulled me into a hug. Marcus is never shy to show his emotions,I like that about him. He is never shy of crying at a movie or a good song,he is never shy of telling me how HE feels. It has come up in conversation once or twice how he “thinks the world of me” and I’m “the most powerful beautiful woman he’s ever met” it normally comes out on the nights I’m crying into his shoulder because I think it’s all my fault. “Darling,one day you will know how it feels to be loved by a proper man,a man who will do anything for you because you deserve everything” he will whisper into my ear,he knows I am not ready for a relationship yet,he actually encourages I heal first,just like he did with Lisbon. But feelings are feelings and we both know that our feelings towards each other are more than platonic at this point. Small touches and eye contact kinda give it away,I just wish I wasn’t so fucked in the head that I could act on those feelings.

Later that day

Marcus comes over for our weekly movie night and we start the night off like we usually do,getting takeout. I’ve started to feel more insecure about eating around Marcus recently because of my feelings for him. I’m a bigger girl and all through out my life I was told I’m “fat” and “shouldn’t be eating that” the take way is ordered and it comes in no time,we get the pizza and sourdough out of the boxes and sit down on the sofa. “You can eat around me ya know,I think your body is beautiful,I don’t care what society thinks” Marcus softly says. “I know…it’s just all through out my life people have told me I shouldn’t eat certain “fatty” foods because I’m already fat enough” I sigh.

“Well fuck them,eat what you fucking want. It’s your life not theirs.” He says softly then chuckles.

“You think I’m beautiful?” I shyly say.

“I know you are” he says and leans in closer to me.

Ya know how I said I love how Marcus speaks his mind? That is what I mean,he isn’t afraid to say something “controversial” he also isn’t afraid to admit something is off with himself or if something is off with me he will be the first person to notice. He’s just so god damn perfect.

I sigh deeply.

“What’s up” he says after finishing his pizza “pizza put you in a food coma?” He chuckles.

“No no,I’m fine! just…thinking”

“Penny for thoughts? Or do you want to be left alone for a bit?”

Prang there goes my heart strings again,god fucking damnit.

“Could we just cuddle for a bit? Could use the grounding?” I say softly.

“Sure thing hunny,come ‘ere” Marcus pats his chest.

We stay cuddled for around half an hour,to be honest I’m far from relaxed I’ve been rehearsing a fucking speech for the past hour,of how I’m going to admit my feelings to Marcus,how I’m going to go about it.

“You sure you ok? You are very quiet today” Marcus strokes my hair gently.

Fuck it I’m gonna tell him,what could possibly go wrong?

“Marcus,can we talk?” I say shyly.

“Yeah of course what’s up hun?” He lifts his head up slightly and pauses the movie on the screen.

I take a deep breath,”this has been bubbling for a while now,but I like you.more than just friends,you make me feel safe,protected…happy again,you’ve help me through the toughest times of my life…you’ve helped me heal. I never thought I would trust anyone with my heart again but you came into my life with your charm and kindness and swept me off my feet. I think I’m ready to take my healing journey to the next step,to be in a relationship again,and I want it to be with you”.

Marcus looks shocked but happy,he puts his finger on my cheek and wipes the tears,”oh darling I’m so proud of you, you already know how much I think of you,how beautiful I think you are. And how I want to spend the rest of my life proving how real love should be. But for you to say those words,I’m so fucking proud of you. I know how much it took for you to say those words,and how much it even took for you to admit you had feelings for someone again. We can take this as slow as you want,your in control here,we will do this at your pace. And I mean everything,sex,kissing,going out in public,everything is your pace I promise”. He holds my face in his hands before pulling me into a hug,I can’t help but breakdown a little. This is the safest I’ve ever felt,in years…maybe even in my life,and it’s all thanks to Marcus.”don’t cry baby,you’ll get me going” Marcus soothes me gently by rubbing my back. “There happy tears,I’ve never felt so happy and safe with anyone” I say wiping my tears.” “Is it ok if I kiss you,I really want to kiss you” “I want you to kiss me Marcus,I’ve dreamt of kissing you for the last 8 months,when I was with Jake, and he would kiss me,I imagined it was you,even though you are nothing like Jake…obviously,I’m rambling just kiss me” I laugh softly. The moment his lips meet mine it is like a million fireworks,his lips are so soft and plump,like they were made for me. They mold into mine so easily,the softness of his lips and the slight roughness of his stuble,it all feels so amazing,it feels natural to kiss him. Like we have been together all along,our skins rubbing against each other as we kiss.

When we finally break the kiss,the look on both our faces is pure bliss,”so your saying…all them years I’ve been in bad relationship after bad relationship you were here all this fuckin time,waiting for me?” I chuckle softly. “That’s how the world works darlin” he laughs and cups my face in his hand “your an amazing kisser,I can’t believe I didn’t kiss you sooner” he chuckles

“You and me both,I wish I found you when I moved over here. Not stayed with that abusive dickhead for another 5 years.” I sigh softly “you make me feel so alive Marcus”

We have a deep chat about how our relationship is going to go for the next 4 hours before heading to bed.

“Can you…sleep with me tonight, I know you normally sleep on the couch but…I want to be close to you” I say shyly.

“Of course hunny,I couldn’t think of anything more perfect” Marcus whispers.

We sleep in each others arms all night.

#marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x plus sized reader #marcus pike x you #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #pedropascalcomfort

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chiisanaka · 4 months ago

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Okay, very sorry for such an attack. I don't mean to offend the fandom in any way, because all fandoms are good in their own way, and I'm glad that you each have a place where you feel comfortable in your own way.

I was just unlucky enough to meet some of its inhabitants.

It's been a while since I've been drawn to Sonic the Hedgehog, and I honestly don't know why. Then one of my friends, whose name I will not mention, at the age of seventeen began dating some pedophile, who was also always offended by everything, and also from this fandom.

Bitch, how he pestered me. Plus, in role-playing games, he also added NSFW elements wherever he could and could not.

In the end, I had to pretend that I was leaving for another city for two weeks, while I hung out on another account that he didn’t know about. All because I was afraid that my friend would hate me if I broke off communication with him.

As a result, after my “return”, I finally decided to give him a chance (Stockholm syndrome, hello). But then my mother and I had a fight because of my bad mood, and that was the last straw for me, after which I cursed and blocked him.

Then I was invited to some studio for creating cartoons, where I was not particularly active...? There he was headed by another person, but also from the Sonic fandom and also a scumbag.

Fortunately, he was unable to harm me in any way, but wanted to invite my ex-girlfriend (with whom, by the way, we were in a relationship at that time) to date, despite the fact that she then called herself a lesbian... But, surprise, surprise, he also approached that same friend of mine, who was ALSO in a relationship at that time, and even threatened her in every possible way. And what’s most paradoxical is that the majority was on his side.

I honestly don’t want to denigrate the person who orders commissions from me in any way. He is my childhood friend and seems to be a good person, but at times he really annoys me and I'm not sure if I want to continue talking to him.

I simply can't stand him, even though he seems to be trying to treat me with respect and call me by the correct pronouns and name. So... I don't know.

And now there is this situation with the fetishist flametiger77, which, it turns out, has been going on for several months, and he involves minors in all this, and I didn’t even know about it all. Bitch, I don't have the strength to process all this anymore. I just don't have the strength.

Sorry for all this vent, I think I'll go wash my hair. Love y'all and thanks again for the information. /gen

#i fucked this all #DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE #i'm hysterical sorry </3 #are you in a bad mood? and try repeating without smiling “misha mishenka the bear teach me teach me please to fart”#FUCK SHIT BITCH.#meet flametiger77 again just block him please don't be fooled #I FUCKING HATE THAT

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saphirafoxgirlspost1 · 2 years ago

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(Open Rp) Christmas Story in " The Saiyan lover For Christmas"

a Long time Ago In the Beginning of November on the Cold rainny day, Saphira Kicked her Sorry excuse Now ex-boyfriend Out of her Home..along with His Side chick and Boy Saphira was Extremely pissed off…She told him that she's breaking up with him after all this..How exactly did she found out about his cheating stunt? Well Someone sent the pictures of Him dating and making out with another girl…then saphira got furious and said," I Will Not Cuckholded by a Scumbag like you! Your no longer welcome here and no longer being together! So good bye!" She slammed the Door in rage..feeling heartbroken and despair…Time pass Days after Thanksgiving, She wasn't like herself…But then, She heard that the new Neighbor Just moved here..He's a real Genius..I meant "Mad Scientist" genius. When She welcomes him at the House warming party…His Name is (Your muse Name here), From the moment he Saw Saphira, He immediately fell in love with her and he wanted to be with her..but he needs to learn about her before asking her out on the date…Lets just say..he came and asked her alot of things about herself..after few minutes of answering the question, he asked her out but..saphira told him that she needs some time to heal though..but she told him that she prefer a saiyan than a human..As he can tell that she can't stand humans acting like jerks towards her..So he began to plan to Turn himself Into a saiyan..After the House party..he began to go into the lab where his robotic assistant began to create a Saiyan armor plus a Scouter as well..He can tell that saphira was Obsessed with saiyans and studied about it..So he decided to create the transformation gas, as the Robotic assistant created a Saiyan healing tube, and Mixing with chemicals to make his mind and body to become a Saiyan himself, Then he injected himself with Mind altering as a saiyan serum Plus a Kitsune pheromones to cause him to go in saiyan heat once transformed..he strips down and wears a black speedos..and went inside..he put a mask on as the water filled it up..then His computer assistant starting up the mix chemical gas through the mask..and his process to become more saiyan will be in 6 hours as it began..Saphira knocks on the Door..and check on her neighbor..She felt confused.. but the computer took a pic of her face at the Door bell camera..then it shows him the pic of her…but then the door opens itself on saphira, She went inside and looked around..until..She sees his lab..and saw the healing tube…until..he jump scare her with his hand as she screams and runs like hell but what happens that her tail accidentally turn the knob of the gas tank..as the mix chemical gas increase…She Runs back to her home and lock the doors and all that..meanwhile…he was transforming accelerating..becoming a Strongest saiyan, stronger as Cumber…That Night..Saphira went out into the woods..and she hears something..as she turns around in fear and hears the voice and said…

#Open Rp #Romance #Drama #Dbz #Saiyan lover #christmas

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poisonandpages · 10 months ago

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I absolutely love living with my adult sister, she is my best friend and it's so much better than living with our parents or her shithead ex, but it's wild cos our conversations are like;

Jokes about cartoons

Deep dissections of our shared trauma because we were both parentified and put through both mental and physical trauma by our family plus our entire family is deeply mentally ill but it sometimes seems like we're the only ones working on it

imitations of characters from musicals

sobbing about intrusive thoughts together and reassuring one another that we're not utter scumbags

do you want chicken or fish for dinner

#personal

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summerotakuchan · 2 years ago

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Some things to know about my DRDT AU (Might include the despair AU, Idk)

(⚠️TRIGGER WARNING!⚠️CONTAINS THE MENTIONS OF A BAD PAST RELATIONSHIP FOR WHIT!) (might update this later)

Bold of you to assume I ship Charles X Whit! In my AU, Charles is a Transmasc aroace MF with an inferiority complex, Hemophobia (fear of blood), and truamatophobia (Fear of gore), meanwhile, Whit (in my AU) already has a girlfriend!

Meanwhile, Whit is a Bi-Pansexual (Say what you want, I go by canon and headcanon) whose already dating someone, but he's secretly philiaphobic (Fear of falling in love, I’m not kidding, that is an actual phobia)

And now, a sad headcanon for Whit: The reason he has philiaphobia is bc he was in a past toxic relationship with this one girl who abused him, he eventually broke up with her, but the trauma stuck to him like a sticker (like, to the point of him developing PTSD due to it, but he hides it *VERY* well), but don't worry! Because the goddess of love herself that is, Venus decided to throw Whit a bone, and he eventually got together with another girl who was much kinder to him than his scumbag of an ex-girlfriend (Oh, and btw, if you're curious, Whit's GF's name is Kathy Hoffman, Ultimate multi-skilled therapist)

Now, time to bring back some wholesomeness into the atmosphere! Charles & Teruko are childhood friends, to the point where if one of them got hurt, the other would be throwing hands (Which it's often Teruko throwing hands, like, 85% of the time)

Also bold of you to assume I ship Xander & David! I headcanon they're both straight allies! Plus, Xander had started dating Teruko well-before the tragedy

Oh yeah! Forgot to mention: I headcanon that Teruko is a transfem-bisexual with no lean

J is a closeted transmasc. Change my mind.

Whit LOVES cats, and he owns a SHIT TON of cat plushies (Hell, the group even refer to Whit's dorm as "Cat Kingdom")

#Headcanons #Teruko Tawaki #Xander Matthews #David Chiem #Charles Cuevas #Whit Young #J Moreno #I'll explain about Whit's trauma regarding his ex-girlfriend in a later post

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angelplummie · 3 years ago

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Okay so like for starterssssss, I love getting represented as a chubby gal 🥺🥺 so I love you for writing that last Oikawa imagineeeee 😩😩😩

Soooo, I was wondering if I could request a plus size reader that really likes Kuroo, (and he’s like a super cliché bad boy🤰🏽) but he’s too embarrassed to be seen with Y/n. So she starts to hit on his friend or try to make him jealous. (I want you to add your own little idea here! But likeee, make her a baddie 😘😘)

Thanks baby 😚

HE’S A SCUMBAG DON’T YOU KNOW

KUROO X CHUBBY F!READER

Angsty?? kinda, a pinch of suggestive stuff

masterlist

post girlboss was referring to

a/n:i decided to go for emo / anger issues / definitely has punched a hole in his wall kuroo, just cuz i love writing losers, and i love seeing grown men cry. reader is like 20/21 just like college age yk, kuroo is 23 as stated in fic. p.s where my artic monkey hoes at

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex n specific sexual acts, suggestive stuff, uhhh bad boy but he’s not a (bad boy) he’s just a (bad) (boy) he’s just no good, like no fr never date guys like this, he may SEEM COOL and give you the dick but girl you will be so embarrassed once u realised u gave up the kitty for a man that genuinely believes tame impala and mac demarco are unheard of and calls himself an empath even though he’s mean to his mum every time she comes over to help with the laundry and has manipulated every girl he’s ever been in the vicinity of but i digress! on with the story!

“Kuroo-!” you yelped in surprised, bed bouncing beneath you. The second he had thrown you down, he ripped off his shirt and made a noise of frustration when he couldn’t shed his skinny jeans fast enough. Brows furrowed, he began hopping furiously to yank them off.

You laughed, much to his annoyance.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep up with that. What’s the rush?”

He sighed, and carefully pulled them off his ankles. Standing up straight, he seemed to have composed himself, with that cocky smirk on his rugged face. Your eyes trailed down his lean, long body. It was all you could do not to scream, he was so gorgeous. He took a few sweeping steps to where you lay, and got right on top of you, hands either side of your head. His eyes bore into you, it made you squirm internally, not that you would ever admit it.

��Just want you so bad, kitten.”

You barked out a laugh as if your heart didn’t jolt at his stupid pet name. It was such a stupid name, but coming from him it made you melt. Again, not like you’d ever admit it.

“Ew, Tetsu don’t call me kitten, it’s cr-“

He cut you off by leaning down and kissing you, you could feel his snake bites against your bottom lip. He groaned softly, shoving his tongue down your throat. He tasted like his sour apple vape, and his hair was soft when you ran your fingers through it. You could barely contain your butterflies, eyes squeezed closed.

“Come on babe, you know you like it.”

No matter how many times you and Kuroo hung out, it always felt so fresh. Maybe it was because he was exciting, or because he was a little bit wild, you didn’t know.

He leaned down closer to you, getting on his elbows, deepening the kiss. He pulled away and smirked at your breathlessness. With a slender, ring adorned hand, he reached beneath your top and cupped your tits over your bra. He gave them a sharp squeeze and started placing chaste kisses on your neck. He was considerate like that, didn’t leave hickeys because he knew they’d be hard to cover for you. He groaned as he jiggled the fat of your boobs in his hands,

“God, you have the nicest tits, babe.”

You had been dating for nearly 3 months now, if that was what it was. To be honest, you weren’t really sure what you were. You hang out all the time at his or your place, there was rarely a time when you didn’t have an ache between your legs, one way or another. He didn’t really take you on ‘dates’ but chatting to him was fun in itself, you didn’t need to go out to do that. He didn’t necessarily say romantic stuff either... but he didn’t not say romantic stuff either? He beat up your ex at a party one time! That had to mean something right? He exactly wouldn’t tell you how he felt but he showed you, kissing your cheek or tilting your chin up to look at him or kissing your neck or feeling you up. But that usually led to sex, so you couldn’t be certain. It wasn’t like you only screwed though, you watched your favourite movies together... although the last couple times he just started fingering you. You showed him your playlists? No no, he showed you his playlists, his sex playlists. There seemed to be a common theme here. But... there were times, afterwards, when he would pull in you so tight, tell you how good you were for him, how well you did, how pretty you looked. Any doubts you had were gone after a few hushed words on his tobacco reeking rickety old bed. You’d never really had a relationship like this before, but you assumed it was just because Kuroo was so chill. You were probably boyfriend and girlfriend, he just didn’t feel the need to announce it, he was laidback like that. So what if you guys had a lot of sex? Weren’t you a new couple? Wasn’t this just the honeymoon stage were you can’t get your hands off each other? You didn’t want to seem high maintenance and nag, so you let it be. He was sweet enough to you, right now everything was good.

Until it wasn’t.

A clatter sounded downstairs, the door slamming open against the hallway wall.

“Kuroo! Hey man, I brought some California!”, a voice called from bellow.

Kuroo broke away immediately, spit trailing from your neck to his pink lips.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Kuroo mumbled, pushing off the bed and scrambling the pick up his discarded clothes and shove them back on.

You sat up, disgruntled, rearranging your bra strap from were he’d kneaded at it.

“What’s wrong? Who is that?”

He shot you a glance before continuing to yank back on his jeans.

“Uh, so change of plan, I can’t do tonight. I need you to go home. Discreetly.”

What?

“What? Tetsu, I’m already here,” you scoffed.

What was going on?

Why was he acting like this?

You had never seen him so... frantic.

“I know babe, and I’m really sorry about that, but my friends are here early than I said.”

“So? Can’t I meet your friends?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, just let out an exasperated breath, zipping up his fly.

“Well, yeah you can meet them, just not with me. I don’t want them knowing that I-“

He cut himself off, but you had heard enough to understand.

There was a beat of silence, only disturbed by Kuroo’s friends calling for him.

Your mouth hung open, and you scoffed in shock.

You shouldn’t be surprised really. It’s so obvious now that you think about it. So that’s what this was. That explains everything. He didn’t really like you, he was just using you. That’s why he didn’t take you anywhere, or why he didn’t show you he cared. It was because he didn’t. He wasn’t “afraid of getting close to people” or “emotionally distant”, he was just upfront about not giving two shits about you aside from your vagina. I guess he didn’t want his friends to know he was furiously screwing a fat girl any chance he got. He was embarrassed of you. You were something to be ashamed of. Your stomach jerked as you got to your feet. You were pissed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t really hurt. You had liked him. A lot.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You could see the panic in his eyes, it was quite funny actually. Of course you new what it meant, but it still made you feel a little better to watch his eyes widen like that, to hold a shred of power over him.

“I mean- well I didn’t- come on babe you know I didn’t mean it like that-“ he laughed nervously, not noticing the footsteps in the landing. You rolled your eyes. You may have been naive, but you certainly weren’t going to fall for his shit again. Whatever he spouted.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Just say it, your embarrassed of me.”

“Y/N, please, don’t you think-“

Two men burst through the door, one with spiked grey hair and one with fluffy black hair.

“Kuroo! What the hell are you doing up here we’ve been-“ the grey haired one, stopped when his eyes went from a shirtless Kuroo to you.

Your eyes flickered to Kuroo, he looked mortified.

“Ah. I see. Well, Akaashi, we better give these two some time, we can just-“

“Oh no, I was just leaving,” you grabbed your jacket from on top of his chest of drawers and turned back to the two men, putting on a big smile, adrenaline and fury spurring you on.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Your eyes shot to Kuroo, who looking like get was about to shit himself.

“You probably haven’t heard of me, me and Kuroo have actually been having sex for three months. He kept it a secret because he’s embarrassed of me. We should hang out soon though!”

“Y/N-!” Kuroo yelled, exasperation clear in his tone, but you were already descending the stairs.

He came into the hall, hands rubbing his temples.

“Y/N just come talk for a second, I can-“

But he was cut off by the door slamming.

You got in your car parked outside and sped away.

The whir of the engine and the monotony of the roads cleared your mind a bit, a mist of anger still remaining.

You can’t believe you let yourself be tricked. you were a fully grown woman, but you had been reeled in hook, line and sinker. Not only had you been reeled in, you have been reeled in by a man that still had tik tok LED lights in his room and a fucking monster can collection at the age of 24 fucking years old. The more you thought about him, the more you realised how much of an emo loser he was. Of course you were still hurting, but it was more of the angry hurt you feel when it turns out your crush is homophobic or something (been there done that, don’t ask). He was a waste of oxygen, you had decided by the time you made it back to your apartment. A waste of perfectly good space that could most definitely not get the kitty anymore. You got inside your house, pulled on some comfies and got on facetime with your friends.You told them all about what happened, and they passionately bitched about him with you, confirming your suspicion that they never liked him in the first place. They also told you to forget about his existence, he wasn’t worth a slither of your brain power, he was dirt compared to you. All in all, you felt marginally better, saying goodbye to your friends while they still giggled about how stupid Kuroo’s hair was.

This was just a speed bump, you thought as you tucked yourself into bed, you would get over this.

Fast.

“Who’s Bokuto been talking to all night?” Yamamoto leaned over to ask Lev, shouting over the blaring music.

It was a week after you had thrown Kuroo to the curb, and he was out with a couple of volleyball friends, some from Nekoma, but there was also Bokuto with them.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s Y/N something? She’s in class. She’s pretty chill.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up, and he turned around to face his friends up against the bar.

“Bokuto’s talking to who?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Y/N. She goes to my-“

“I know who Y/N is,” kuroo snapped, taking a swig of the beer in his hand and scanning the dance floor for either one of you. He found bokuto first, shoulder against the wall, holding a drink as he leant down to have you whisper something in his ear. That’s when Kuroo paid attention to you. You looked... you looked gorgeous. He felt jealousy creep up inside him. How many times had you been out looking like that since you broke things off? How many guys had you slept with since? How dare Bokuto chat you up when he knew you two had been a thing? Wasn’t he meant to be Kuroo’s friend? As Kuroo wound himself up, you and bokuto continued your extremely pleasant conversation.

“I just wanna say, sorry about Kuroo. He’s a real bonehead, but we’ve been friends since high school so I can’t ditch him.”

You snorted into your cocktail.

“What?”

“Bonehead?”

He frowned and straightened up indignantly.

“Yeah, and? What’s wrong with bonehead?”

“No no, nothing, it’s just very Legally Blonde.”

He beamed down at you.

“I love Legally Blonde!”

“You do? Me too!”

This big beefy man was very cute, you had been talking for nearly three hours now, but you never ran out of things to say. And, aside from the obligatory introduction compliments, he had not made any move to try and get you into a wendy’s bathroom as quick as possible, which you couldn’t say of yours and kuroo’s first meeting.

He had dreamy eyes, you noted as he smiled for the nth time that night.

“Whose your favourite-?”

“What the fuck are you doing man?”

You glanced scathingly over to the familiar face of your old fling.

“What?” Bokuto asked back, clearly done with his friends bad boy shtick.

“Why are you talking to her when... when you know?”

“What’s there to know? I’m talking to her because I want to, and she wants to.”

He looked over to you for approval.

“Right?”

You nodded, a little nervous. You hated Kuroo’s guts, but you knew how weirdly possessive he was, you didn’t wanna cause trouble for Bokuto.

“See? Now I don’t think she wants to see you, right?”

He looked at you again. You nodded again.

“Ok? You guys are over, now are we done?”

Kuroo huffed. His eyes flitted from Bokuto to you, remembering you were there most likely, and he scowled.

“No, we aren’t done, what are you trying to pull anyway? Trying to piss me off by talking to someone I know? Are you really that petty? Well, your little plan is working, so just-just stop, ok?”

You felt like screaming. You had just come out here to have a nice time, not listen to Kuroo’s narcissistic whining.

“Can you just fuck off? Was I not clear enough or something? You’re dead to me, Kuroo. I’m just trying to have a nice night.”

Kuroo’s mouth gaped open. He had never been spoken to like that, never. He clenched his fists at his sides and his glare intensified.

“You’re lucky I gave you the time of day, fat ugly slut.”

He grabbed Bokuto’s shoulder roughly, turning him to face him completely.

“Hey man, thanks for clearing up my sloppy seconds, really good of you. Good to know I’ve got great friends like you.”

Those were the last things out of Kuroo’s mouth before bokuto landed a punch on his cheek, knocking him to the ground.

“You’re a fucking asshole man,” Bokuto grunted.

He stepped over where Kuroo lay, and held out a hand for you to step over too. You took it quietly and trailed along behind him to the door, fingers still locked. His hands were warm, and big. Kuroo’s face must hurt right now. The thought made you smile. He held the door open for you before sighing, resting his back against the wall. You stood in front of him, twiddling with your fingers.

“I am so sorry about that,” You apologised, embarrassed and shaken by the scene Kuroo had made, “I shouldn’t have wound him up, and I shouldn’t have talked to you after I knew you guys were friends, I promise I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“Don’t be, if anything I’m sorry for not making him leave right away. And either way,” he gently reached for your hand again, and you let him take it,”I’m glad you talked to me. I’d like it if you talked to me even more.”

DISCLAIMER FOR KUROO STANS!!!! I DONT THINK HIS HAIR IS STUPID!!! it’s just when ur bestie is going thru a break up or anything entailing a male you shit talk everything about him to high hell, doesn’t matter if he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. also i have no ill will towards kuroo nor any of the characters i write shit bag fan fics about i just like to complain any way i hope you enjoyed! reblogs and replies always appreciated!!!

#haikyu x reader #haikyu x y/n #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu!!#hq x y/n #haikyu angst #haikyuu angst #hq angst #hq x reader #angst #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo angst #kuroo tetsurou #bo x reader #haikyuu x chubby reader

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nanaminsonyfans · 4 years ago

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Take Your Time

Masterlist ✨ Requesting Rules ✨ Song Inspired Oneshots

Request; I can HONESTLY see Aizawa fitting very well with 'Take Your Time' by Sam Hunt

A/N; yesyesyesyesyes! Take Your Time is my favorite song and i had and still do have a FAT crush on Sam Hunt. Rock and roll buckeroo!

Pairing; Shouta Aizawa x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings; abuse, angst, mentions of sexual assult, triggering

{gif is not mine}

You had just transferred from another school in Japan, you were a teacher now at UA. The whole job was stressful at the other school, plus you had a few other problems before moving here. You kinda just appeared one day. Nezu only notified Hound Dog so he wouldn’t pester you. That was to your request. The other teachers though you were a student because you seemed so fragile and timid. Each time one teacher stopped you, you got all jumpy and quickly showed them your badge before running off.

The students took notice too, but honestly you just bounced from class to class. This went on for a week until Nezu thought to give you your own class period. You taught all the hero courses the same thing. It was more of an observant teaching but useful nonetheless.

“Hello class 1-A, I am Sensei L/n.” You said in a calm and level tone as you wrote your name on the chalkboard. “And this will be, How to Spot a Victim 101.” You smile and turn around. You had the kindest smile ever. Shouta Aizawa took notice of that while it stood with his back against the corner. “I’m sure you all have questions, I will answer a few but not too many since it may take up the rest of our time.” You smile as a few hands shot up.

The week you spent without a class was simply observing all of the students in the hero course, you had a good memory so you remembered things fairly well. “Um, yes Midoriya?” You asked kindly, with a sweet smile as he lowered his hand and began to speak. “Um, Sensei L/n, what is your quirk?” He asked, already having his notebook out. You turned pale and backed up, you back hitting the chalkboard. You kept your smile still.

“Wuh-Wuh-Well, my qur-quirk has nuh-nothing to do with course but if you muh-must know...” You started to tremble, your leg shaking from behind the podium, only Aizawa noticed. “My quirk is kinda like...the weather. I can control it with my emotions and bend it at my will. I’m useful for wildfires and snowstorms. However, my powers have a limit.” You explained not really wanting to get into it.

You started to feel scared, the clouds started to darken and it rained slightly. “Any questions about what they’re trying to teach?” Aizawa said in a stern tone, noticing how nervous and emotional you seemed. Jirou’s hand shot up. “What does it mean by how to spot a victim?” Finally! A question you could answer. You confidence came back.

“Well, not all victims are taken by a super villain. Sometimes it’s by their loved ones. Being abused, sexually harassed, all those things. Now, not all heroes know this, but you should be looking for ANY victims. I’m going to teach you simple yet complicated ways to spot an abuse victim on the streets while you patrol or are just out like a civilian. These lessons could save more lives that you imagine. Now, why don’t we get started?” The sun peaked through the clouds outside and Aizawa smiled softly, hiding it in his scarf of course.

Once it was lunch time, you went to the teachers lounge to eat. Everyone noticed you never ate much, may like a small salad and apple from home. Even then, none of the food looked fresh, none of the other teachers commented on it. It worried Shouta though, so he decided to sit by you. When the chair creaked you flinched, moving to look at him. He gave you a soft smile as he sat down.

“If you don’t mind me asking, L/n, why did you transfer to UA?” He asked in his usual monotone voice. You tensed up at the question, and he noticed. “You...You uhh really want to know about me?” You asked softly, light pink dusting your already pale cheeks. “Well yes. You’re a new teacher that showed up randomly. Principal Nezu won’t tell anyone anything, I assume that is by your request?”

Great, now you’re being interrogated. “Well, yes. I suppose I can tell you.” You whispered softly, rubbing your temples as you looked down at the table. “I’m running away from someone. I’m scared they’ll find me, I think I’ve been having luck.” You spoke softly, hands trembling as you sat back, staring at your lap. “Who are you running from? A villain?” His normal stoic and monotone voice was slightly concerned. A small smile tugged at your lips. “That would be a story for another time, Mr. Aizawa.” You tease as you packed up your bento and started to leave the teacher’s lounge.

A month passed since you started at UA. Everyone was so welcoming, especially Shouta Aizawa, which you didn’t really expect but it was okay, he was ruggedly handsome. Though, he seemed that he barely knew you but was protective. You got closer to the man, soon revealing more. You told him everything once he found you. That he being your lovely ex-boyfriend. He was a scumbag and found your apartment, you were only alerted when the security activated and alerted your phone in the middle of class. Thinking it was just a neighbor passing by you door you didn’t think much of it. Until lunch.

You checked your phone and the cameras in your apartment, you turned pale and your blood ran cold. Aizawa noticed. “Y/n? What’s wrong?” Your hand was trembling as you looked at your phone. “Nuh-Nothing. Just, spooked is all.” You lied and looked away, putting your phone down. “I don’t want to bother you, but you’re trembling.” You gulp and look down at your hands and bouncing leg. “It...It’s the reason why I came here.” You whisper as you look around. “Can...can I stay in the 1-A dormitory tonight? I don’t want to go back to my apartment, not yet at least.” “Of course, can I ask why?” “I’ll tell you after classes.”

So now you sat at Aizawa’s desk, fiddling with your hand as you started to cry. “He said he loved me and I believed it. Nezu is an old friend, so when i asked if i could start teaching here, he said yes. My ex...he hit me and hurt me so bad.” You covered your face as you sobbed. “I keep running but he follows me. I try to disappear but he fucking follows. I’m not safe anywhere!” Your shoulders trembled as you sobbed. Shout moved and wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you so you knew he was there for you. “I don’t want to run anymore, Shouta.” Your voice sounded so filled with fear and broken. It made his heart shatter. “You don’t have too.” He soothed and hugged you tighter.

You sniffled and looked up at Shouta. “But-” “Shh, I’ll protect you. If that’s what you want.” You nodded and hugged him tighter as you sobbed into his chest, already feeling safe in his arms.

#my hero academia #boku no hero #shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa x reader #shouta x reader #bnha shoto #mha shouta #bnha shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader fluff #aizawa x reader angst #bnha angst #mha angst #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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anotheronechicagobog · 3 years ago

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Rangers, Lead The Way - Chapter 3 - Kenny with Maggie

written by @anotheronechicagobog

warnings: swearing, nudity, profanity, mention of school shooting, guns, weapons, I’m pro gun control (even though I’m Canadian) and this kinda reflects that, mention of PTSD, child neglect, also I fucking hate nazis

When someone called before seven in the morning it was work, a death notification, or one of his fellow trio of lovestruck fools. So when the annoying ringtone Hana installed as a prank and he couldn’t figure out how to remove started blasting on his nightstand at 2:17 in the morning, he was more annoyed than apprehensive. “Crosby.”

“Hey man, sorry to call you so late, but it’s about Maggie.”

“What’s going on?”

“One of her first arrests as an FBI agent just broke out of prison, and she’s been temporarily assigned to the unit being tasked with finding him. Yours. I expect you’ll be getting a call in the next five minutes or so. Maggie can take care of herself, I know that, but...”

“It’s hard when you’re not there to watch her back. Don’t worry, I’ve got her.”

“Thank you. So much. I appreciate this, so, so much.”

“Hey, a couple of months ago I was you. I feel you man, don’t worry. She’ll be fine. Listen, I’d love to keep talking but I’ve got another call coming in and it looks like that work call you were warning about. Talk to you later.”

“See you on the flip side, man.”

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Jess stood in front of everyone with that look on his face that vaguely reminded Kenny of his stern ex-navy fourth-grade teacher. “Everyone, this is special agent Maggie Bell, you may remember her from when we worked with her unit on a couple of cases, but this time it’s just her joining us. Is there anything you’d like to add, Bell?”

“I’m excited to work with you all, but please, call me Maggie.”

“Alright, let’s get to work, then. Maggie, Jason Anderson was one of your first arrests with the bureau, can you brief us on that case and highlight any details you think may be pertinent?”

“Definitely. Well for starters, Anderson is a cheating scumbag and it only gets worse from there.” Maggie’s bluntness broke through the formality that was stifling the bus, smirks and chuckles abound, and it seemed that only he didn’t have the sense to at least try and hid his amusement. An understanding but disapproving look had Kenny composing himself to speak up. “Well then, let’s jump down this rabbit hole.”

Maggie was sitting next to Hana, giving details about the fugitive they were currently after. He was one of Maggie’s first arrests as an FBI agent, so the bureau thought it would be beneficial to have her work with the team. So here she was, dressed in jeans and a sweater as opposed to her usual suits, combining her razor-sharp intelligence with Hana’s. They’d commandeered the top floor of a police station in Boston and were relying on Maggie and Hana’s wit to find out where he was. Jason Anderson, 42, was an illegal weapons dealer. He’d previously been put in prison for distribution and possession of prohibited firearms, and for giving an AK-47 to a school shooter. He was being transferred to a higher security prison because it came to light that he was continuing his business from behind bars, but the security team had been too small and unprepared for the escape plan pulled off by a team of eight. Those eight men were their biggest clue oddly enough, as they’d been dropping like flies since the escape. Michael Howard, 40, was Anderson’s ex-brother-in-law. And the connection between all the, now dead, prison breakers. Unfortunately, Howard’s sister, and Anderson’s ex-wife, had cut contact with both of them along with the rest of their families after Howard introduced Anderson to his mistress and encouraged an affair that created two children. The mistress, Bethany Karnstein, had gone AWOL hours ago when she left her job in the middle of her shift and didn’t pick her kids up from school.

The kids were safe with Anderson’s parents, but they couldn’t answer their questions when they asked where their mother was. The kids did identify Michael Howard as one of their mom’s friends though, he’d come to watch them while their mother was in the hospital about six months prior. They didn’t look shocked that FBI agents were asking about their parents, but they still didn’t know anything.

At the moment, they were splitting up. Jess and Barnes were headed to follow up with Bethany’s clueless boss, he and Clinton were about to go follow up on a possible sighting, and Hana and Maggie were staying on the bus. Thankfully, since Kenny was stressed out enough at the prospect of having to watch out for Maggie on top of worrying about Hana, them being assigned together eased his mind.

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It was around midnight when he and Clinton were finally able to rendezvous with the rest of the team. There was no sighting, Bethany had one of her affair partners call in a false tip, and when he and Clinton had quickly sussed that out it lead to a shootout and car chase. Jason, the dumbass stupid enough to commit six different felonies for a woman who has two kids with a violent arms dealer, was lying in a heavily guarded ICU bed. They’d managed to get his cell phone but he was beyond unconscious when they’d finally managed to get him to stop shooting at them. “Hey Hana, I brought you something.”

“Jason’s cell?”

“That too, but I was actually talking about this.” He held out a large coffee that she desperately needed if the way her eyes lit up was any indication. “Thank you.” Hana let out an over-dramatic groan as she downed the first sip. “Hey Crosby, thanks for my coffee too.” He looked at Maggie sheepishly, realizing that he’d only gotten two, one for himself and the other for Hana. “I was the one who drove to and then parked in front of the coffee shop while he went and got those, how do you think I feel?” Clinton’s playful jab caused a round of giggles but the knowing look from the older man made Crosby a little nervous. He was sure his feelings towards Hana weren’t super well-hidden, but he really didn’t need anyone on the team tipping Hana off. “Anyway, here’s Jason’s cell. Do you think you can crack it?”

“Normally with this many characters I’d say no... But, his password is seven characters long and his lock screen is Bethany, so... There we go, unlocked.”

“... That was a really poor choice of password.”

“And girlfriend.”

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After working for fourteen hours straight they were all spent and headed to the hotel that the FBI had secured rooms at for them. Jess, Barnes and Clinton were all in one car that was headed straight to the hotel to get everyone checked in. Kenny, Hana, and Maggie were in the other car that was making a detour on the way to pick up Thai food. Hana and Maggie were chatting amongst themselves, but Kenny was still kicking himself for the slip-up he’d made while placing the order over the phone.

“Hi, can I place an order for pickup? Great. The name’s Kenny and the phone number is 123-456-7890. Okay, I’ll get two orders of shrimp rolls, one vegetable pad Thai, one pork Mee Khob, one chicken pad Keeng, and two orders of chicken Kao pad puk, hold on one second- Maggie you want green curry, right?”

“... Yeah, how did you know?” I’ve heard your partner talk about you almost non-stop since he met you because he’s head over heels in love with you, but I can’t say that, can? Especially because you, Hana, and Hailey don’t know that OA, Jya, and I know each other... For some reason, so sorry Maggie, Hana but I’m going to have to lie my ass off here. “Uh, sorry, I thought I heard you mention it earlier, plus you look like a green curry kind of person.”

“Ha, alright, yes I’d like some, thanks.”

“- Sorry about keeping you on hold, I’ll add one green curry to that order. Do you want me to pay over the phone or is it okay if I pay when I get there?”

“Kenny!”

“Sorry, what’s up?”

“Our exit is coming up in... 150 metres, you need to turn right.”

“Shit, thanks, Hana.”

“Are you okay? You seemed like you were in your own world there.”

“I’m fine, I was just thinking. Where do I go next?”

“Go straight for another 700 metres, it’ll be on the right.”

“Got it.”

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“Alright everyone, the food’s here!” They’d all decided to gather in one of the meeting rooms the hotel had to the left of the lobby, Kenny had admittedly bellowed a little loud, but it brought all of his straggling coworkers into the room from their various spots in and around the lobby.

“Finally, what took you guys so long?” He knew that Jess was just hangry, and frustrated that they hadn’t caught the fugitive yet, so he let the snappy comment slide.

“Crosby almost missed the turn.”

“You let Crosby drive? Rookie mistake” He gave Hana a teasing look of betrayal before turning to Clinton. “I’ll have you know I am an excellent driver.”

“You’ve driven into a lake.”

“That was one time three years ago! And we were in a high-speed chase with a guy on a BMX bike who made a sharp turn near a kid’s birthday party, I didn’t exactly have many options.” He sounded more upset than he actually was. Moments like these were nice, where they got to hang around each other and just be friends, and Maggie was fitting in wonderfully with everyone but especially Hana, who sat in between him and Maggie as she started telling a story about OA with her face absolutely glowing.

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Jason’s cell proved to be far more useful than he was. Bethany had been texting him from a rural address that turned out to be a cottage rental that was supposed to be vacant. The owners had a basic security system that had alerted them that someone was in their cottage, when the local LEOs investigated they immediately recognized the suspect but were able to play it off as having gotten a noise complaint, before going back to their vehicle and calling the FBI, while hiding their vehicle so that they could keep watch over the cottage. There was always a tense atmosphere when people were getting greedy for a raid, Kenny supposed the fresh air and appealing scent of pine trees eases tensions slightly, but not by much. Everyone knew that the worst could happen. That their loved ones could get an overly formal call at an unholy hour, telling them that the worst would happen. Everyone always did their best to try and prevent that, but there was only so much that they could keep out of fate’s unforgiving hands. His heartstrings pulled slightly as he flicked his eyes over to Hana. She was his special someone, even if she didn’t know it, and for a brief moment, he wondered what it would be like for her if he- No. Nope. You can’t think like that, especially not before a raid, and especially not about a woman who was only supposed to be your friend. The final preparations were complete and they were getting in position to breach. Hana still hadn’t been cleared for the field yet, so in the back of his mind, he was appreciative that there was one less person to worry about, with her wirelessly monitoring their body cams and coms. Although that was kind of moot point honestly, because Maggie was with them, in fact, Maggie had taken Hana’s position behind him. “You ready Maggie?” She put her hand on the back of his vest as the SWAT leader started counting down. “Always.”

The door was busted down and all the FBI and SWAT agents funnelled into the house through the three entrances. The sliding glass back door was where Jess was entering, the side door was for Clinton and Barnes, and He and Maggie were going through the front door. The front door went straight into the family room to the right, the eat-in kitchen was on the left, and directly across from the sliding glass door. Flashbangs went off as everyone started shouting, announcing themselves. There were screams and cries of panic, something not unusual in their line of work, what was also not unusual was finding Bethany naked on her knees with Michael Howard standing in front of her dressed in the same manner. Michael’s eyes went wide, and his thought process played out like an open book.

Shit. Feds.

Get gun.

... Gun is not in my holster because I’m not wearing clothes.

Run.

... Can’t run cause Bethany is clinging to my legs.

Kenny had to give the guy props for trying to tackle him linebacker style naked as the day he was born as he stood firm and checked him, sending him flying onto the ground. “Turn onto your stomach, now!”

He writhed around, trying to resist arrest, shouting “SUCK MY DICK YOU PIGS!” And trying to thrust his bare nether regions at everyone, Kenny in particular. “Howard Michael, you are under arrest, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you acknowledge that your rights have been read to you?”

“FUCK YOU!”

“I’m gonna take that as a yes.” One of the SWAT officers approached them with an itchy-looking wool blanket and took their suspect into custody. Maggie and Kenny shared a look before making their way to the two bedrooms that were to the left of the kitchen, they hadn’t been cleared yet and now they were trying to move fast to make sure that no other accomplices got away. Kenny took the right door, Maggie, to the left. “FBI! Freeze!” Kenny was met with the disturbing sight of a dead body on the bed. His throat and wrists had been slit and he was surrounded by lumped together blood-soaked sheets. He immediately recognized the dead body as the last remaining accomplice in the breakout. “Hey, Crosby? I need your help in here.”

“What’s up Maggie?” When he entered her room he stopped in his tracks. There wasn’t a bed, instead, there were two cribs for two babies, both of whom were in an equally freaked-out Maggie’s arms. “Here, let me help you.” Kenny helped lighten her load by taking a baby in his arms. “Hi sweetheart, what’s your name?”

“Kenny, these babies can’t be older than six months, you know she can’t respond to you, right?”

“I know, but they’re so little and scared, I want to at least try to comfort them.” The little girl hard curled up into his chest and nestled her face into his neck. “It looks like you’re doing a great job to me.”

“Who’s kids even are these?”

“I’m really trying not to think about it.”

“I’m praying to every deity there is that they’re not Bethany and Howard’s kids.”

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There had to be thousands of deities, gods, godlings, divine beings, and not one of them could come through for those poor kids? The six-month-old twins Baxter and Hazel were the children of Bethany Karnstein and Michael Howard, who had murdered a man in the room next to their children’s room. The social services department where they were was basically non-existent, so while they waited for a social worker to drive from four and a half hours away they were watching the babies at the local police station while Jess and Clinton were questioning Michael. Baxter was much more social, jumping between the FBI agents, SWAT, and local LEOs, but he was now babbling quite happily on Maggie’s lap, whereas Hazel had immediately taken to Hana and refused to be held by anyone but her and Kenny. He looked at her fondly, Hana was holding the baby close to her chest and humming the tune to a melodic song he couldn’t remember the name of. Hazel looked up at Hana with wide, enchanted, trusting eyes, and all Kenny could do was feel his heart melt. A stray thought placed itself at the forefront of his mind and before he could stop it, he was picturing Hana as a mom, and as captivating as that thought was Kenny had to shake his head to stop it from going too far, they were just friends, it wasn’t Hana’s fault that he’s in love with her. I need to look somewhere else, anywhere else.

His eye-line shifted to Maggie and watching as she bounced an absolutely delighted Baxter on her lap. He knew that OA wanted a family, wanted a wife and a couple of kids, and looking at the tender way Maggie was holding and entertaining Baxter, he could see her being a mom too. Man, if OA saw this he’d have a heart attack, it’s his dream come true.

Kenny saw Hana shift positions out of his peripheral vision and turned to look at her and was immediately concerned. She had a look of discomfort on her face. “Hana? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Her tone was tense and Hazel immediately picked up on it and made a scared noise. “Are your arms tired? Do you want me to take her?”

“No. We’re fine. Maybe you should hold Baxter instead.” She snapped and finally looked him in the eyes, she was clearly angry and upset, but she seemed betrayed as well. Kenny leaned back into his chair his shoulders sinking in tandem. He was silently thankful that since everyone was milling about and talking it didn’t seem that anyone heard the exchange, though Maggie did look at him with a raised eyebrow. He shrugged his shoulders in response, completely bewildered. Maggie shook her head sharply, rolled her eyes, and scoffed. ‘Men.’ She mouthed. Kenny was completely clueless, had either of them noticed him watching them at they were offended at that? He watches Hana work away on her computer all the time and it’s never been an issue, but then again that was always subject to change. His inner ramblings were cut off when Jess and Clinton came back from the interrogation room. “Michael didn’t talk much, but Hana decrypted his cell and he has incoming and outgoing calls to a recluse retiree Evan DeLuca who lives forty minutes from here. Crosby, Bell go check it out, Clinton and I are going to take a break from interrogating Michael for an hour or so, Gibson and Barnes, you two can interrogate Karnstein, see how much she knows and just how involved is she in all of this. We can watch the babies while you’re in there...”

“Admit it, boss, you want a break just cause you two want to hold the babies.”

“Get moving Crosby, Barnes is already out the door.”

“You got it.”

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They were twenty minutes into the tense car ride when Maggie finally spoke up. “Just so you know, you’re an idiot.” Flabbergasted Kenny let his mouth fall open and close a couple of times before tightening his grip on the steering wheel only to release it after taking a breath. “You’re probably right, but can you please tell me why I’m an idiot? What did I do wrong?”

“Can’t tell you that.”

“Why not? You were the one who brought it up.”

“Just... Focus more on Hana, okay?”

“Are you sure? I mean, I thought about it, and maybe that’s the issue?”

“Trust me, it’s not. Just focus on her, got it?”

“Okay... I’m confused as hell, but okay.”

“Isn’t that your usual state of mind?” He didn’t have to look over to see the teasing grin, he could feel it. “Woah, low blow, Maggie, low blow.”

“If you want to hear about a low blow, you should hear about how OA and I had to chase a clown fairy princess twelve blocks at two in the morning.”

“Please, go on.”

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Well. That went terribly wrong. As much as Kenny could appreciate the peace and aesthetic of small towns and cottage areas, he hated working in them because there was never any backup! Forty minutes may not seem like a lot of time, but when you’re in a firefight against a man who has access to a seemly endless supply of weapons of war, that was an eternity. He’d literally fired a bazooka at them, how in the fuck did he get a bazooka?! So, the good news about this situation? They’d found Jason Anderson. Bad news? They’d found Jason Anderson with an arsenal large enough and powerful enough to take down a small army. They’d managed to take cover, but Anderson clearly had night-vision goggles because, despite the fact that it was past eleven and pitch black, he always knew where they were. Oh, and Evan DeLuca was probably a dead retiree, not a recluse. That’s just great, another body to add to Anderson’s growing total. Now, all that he and Maggie had to do was not become part of that number. If only it were that easy. They’d managed to get around the side of the house where there were only two medium-sized windows on side of the house facing them instead of a large doorway like at the front and, presumably, the back.

When Kenny got Jess on the phone it was nothing but panicked observations, and the notification that they’d found Anderson, as he and Maggie ran for cover. His phone wasn’t even near his face when he made the call, so he’s not quite sure what all made it through, only that they were still thirty minutes away from the address.

“We need a plan.”

“He can see our movements so we’re going to have to be sneaky about it.”

“I’ll fire on him, cause a diversion, do you think you can try to sneak around back?”

“Are you crazy?! We didn’t have time to grab our vests, that’s suicide. Besides, how many rounds do you even have left?”

“I’ve got a mag and a half.”

“Really? I thought you fired a bunch of shots at him earlier.”

“I did, but I’ve been carrying extra ammo for this case, I figured I’d need it at some point considering we’re going up against a weapons dealer.”

“Smart-” She was cut off by another several hundred rounds being fired at the, thankfully incredibly thick, tree they were hiding behind. “We don’t have much of a choice Maggie. Head around back, I’ll try to distract him and not get shot.” He knew she’d argue with him, so he didn’t give her the chance to. He ran out from behind the tree and fired through the only window of the two that was open. There wasn’t any light on in the house, so Kenny really wasn’t sure what he was aiming for. After the sixth shot he heard “fuck! Fucking fuck!” And felt a wave of relief; he’d hit Anderson. Hopefully enough to keep him subdued. He ran around to the front of the house only to be met with the sight of Anderson pulling the pin out of a grenade. He ran back out faster than he entered and hugged the outside of the entrance just outside of the doorframe. “GRENADE!” The explosion went off where he’d been standing when he burst through the front door, shrapnel from the grenade exploded through the doorway seconds after he’d gotten out and he could hear some of it embed itself in the interior of the wall behind him.

When Kenny entered through the doorway, they were face to face. Kenny's gun was raised aimed at his forehead, and Anderson stood there weaponless. Pulling the trigger, Kenny made the mistake of thinking that it was over, that Anderson was done for. Click. Horror and vindication simultaneously coursed through Crosby and Anderson. The gun was empty. He'd spent all the rounds. Before he could lower his useless gun Anderson was on him like a feral animal. Despite the gunshot wound to Anderson’s right shoulder, he was just as lethal without a weapon as was when he had one. Anderson had him by the throat up against the wall and was pressing his thumbs into Kenny’s throat. Kenny threw two quick punches to Anderson’s jaw, releasing him and making them stumble away from each other. It quickly turned into a fight on the floor. They were biting, kicking, hitting each other, trying to get the upper hand. Kenny managed to land a solid elbow to Anderson’s head but that seemed to be the tipping point that only enraged him. The next thing Kenny knew Anderon had pushed him up and smacked him on the ground, knocking the air out of his lungs, and started to choke him again. Kenny tried to lay in a punch like the first time, but Anderson saw that coming, just dodged away from the fist and started pushing his thumbs into the centre of Kenny’s neck harder.

“FBI! Put up your hands!” Anderson growled but did as he was told. Kenny lay there gasping for breath knowing that it was too easy, Anderson had another trick up his sleeve, and Maggie was too smart not to know it too. She stepped closer, her gun pointed to the back of Anderson’s head, one hand reaching to her waist to grab her cuffs... That’s when Anderson made his move, spinning around and grabbing her by the waist, Anderson pulled her to the ground, the force caused her to let go of her gun. She tried to reach for it but Anderson pulled her towards him by her hair and put her in a chokeholdJaytill hazy from the lack of air Kenny grappled at him from behind. Trying to do something, anything, to save Maggie. Whatever he did worked because Anderson turned back to face him only now he had a bruise on the side of his face that was already swollen. Anderson tried grabbing Kenny by the neck again, but it was clear he was low on energy and just trying to fight until his last breath. Too bad for Anderson that Maggie wasn’t going to let that happen.

Crack.

And then Anderson was unconscious, lying on top of him, and Kenny barely had the strength to move the gun dealing scumbag off of him. “You good?”

“Yeah, thanks.” He looked at the gun in Maggie’s hand and Anderson on the ground. She was holding her gun by the barrel and there was some blood on the handle. “You cold-cocked him?”

“Yeah, I tried shooting him, but I mistook my gun for yours. I told you that you wouldn’t have enough ammo.”

“That you did. Thanks again, for saving my ass.”

“Any time.”

“I’m gonna call the team and let them know they don’t have to come in guns blazing... Especially because we are surrounded by improperly stored weapons and ammo. I’ll probably call for an ambulance too, to come to check you out.”

“What? Me?”

“Yeah, he had you in that chokehold pretty hard.”

“He strangled you, twice!”

“Three times actually, you weren’t here for the first one.”

“Even if you have to be dragged over by the ear, you will be getting checked out by the ambulance too.”

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“I’m going to preface this by saying Maggie’s fine, she doesn’t even have a concussion.”

“... That was the absolute worst way to start this call. Are you aware of that? Oh the heart attack you’re giving me? What the fuck happened?”

“Long story short, we found Jason Anderson and he tried to kill us.”

“And the long version? Actually, wait do I even want to know?”

“Probably not, but you want to know anyway because you think it will make you worry less, even though we both know it won’t, don’t you?”

“... Yes.”

“We got shot at a lot, got pinned down behind one of the massive trees they have out here, split up with me providing the distraction, I almost got blown up, my magazine was empty from providing cover so we went hand-to-hand, the door at the back was blocked by crates of uzis so it took her a while to get back, I got strangled three separate times, managed to land good hits, so did he, he threw Maggie on the ground when she showed up and she hit her head, he put her in a chokehold, I got her out of it by pinching his armpits really hard after punching wasn’t working, he tried to strangle me for the third time and Maggie cold-cocked him with my empty gun cause she couldn’t find hers. The paramedics cleared her, she’ll be fine. I think that Hana’s gonna try to drag us to the local clinic when we get back to town.”

“She’s okay?”

“Completely, she doesn’t even have a headache or sore throat, and she really saved my ass back there. She’s good. She’s with Hana right now actually. Hana was really off when everyone showed up, she’s been pretty worried and she won’t believe me when I say I’m okay but she’ll believe Maggie. You know you could probably call her, check up on her yourself? We were talking with the paramedics and she kept talking about this halal burger place you brought her to and she’d do anything for one of those right now... But from the look on her face when she brought you up, I’d wager she was actually talking about you. She misses you, even spent an hour talking about you when we all got Thai food in Boston.”

“Alright, thanks, man. I don’t know what I’d do if she wasn’t okay.”

“Gee, thanks for showing your concern for me. You know, your brother in arms-”

“Alright-”

“Fellow ex-ranger-”

“Okay-”

“Favourite blonde-”

“I’m glad you’re alright Kenny. I just can’t believe you two went up against Jason Anderson and walked away unscathed.”

“Actually my throat is pretty sore and the paramedics found some shrapnel in my right leg, all of it was shallow but some of it got pushed in deeper during the fight.”

“... Just go to a hospital, man. Seriously. Also, Hailey is my favourite blonde now. Sorry.”

“What?!”

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“We have a problem.”

“What kind of problem, Hana?” Jess may have sounded cool, calm, and collected, but anyone who knew him was able to tell it was the opposite. Jess LaCroix likes for things to get done and stay done, according to Tali that’s why he hates doing the dishes, and this threw a serious wrench in everyone’s plans to escort the culprits, and children because children’s aid still hasn’t shown up, back to Boston and then go home to New York.

“Anderson’s set up a buy, a big one. Everything in that house except for two AK-47��s, ten grenades, and eight rounds of ammo for the AK-47, is for a single buyer, they’re meeting at the base of a hiking trail in two days.”

“Fuck. There were uzis and bazookas, who the hell are these guys.” Anderson was just a weapons dealer, and he was dangerous enough, Kenny really wasn’t looking forward to meeting whoever the buyer was. “I don’t know, I couldn’t find out, but there is some, I guess, good news. They think that he blew up an FBI agent and that that’s who’s in the hospital under armed guard. They think he got away, want to do the exchange earlier than planned, they want to meet in two hours, the same location.”

“Hana, we have the opportunity to also take down some pretty dangerous buyers too, that’s great news, why don’t you think so?”

“Kenny, they don’t know his exact face but they have a description. Six feet tall, blonde, blue eyes, muscular-”

“You think I have muscles?” Kenny realized his attempt at lightening the mood wasn’t welcome when no one chuckled along with him, muttering a quick apology before looking back at Hana, whose face displaced what he could only describe as contained distress. “Kenny, you’re pretty banged up, you shouldn’t be going out there.”

“Hana, I’ll be fine. Everything’s mostly superficial, SWAT hasn’t gone back to Boston yet, and we may not get another chance to get these guys. It has to be done, and quickly. I’ll be okay.” She took a deep breath and looked down at the papers on the table in front of her. She did not like it, that much was very obvious, but she looked frustrated that his logic was right, and that they’d have to go through with his, admittedly not very well thought out, plan. “Alright, I guess I’ll go and get the tech set up.” Jess coughed to draw attention to himself, along with everyone else in the room they’d been ignoring, and Kenny felt his cheeks heat up. “Sorry, is this the plan we’re going through with and should I get the tech together?”

“While I get the local LEO’s to give us some info on the terrain?” Jess looked them both over before nodding. “Sounds like that’s what we’re doing, thanks for doing all the planning guys, everyone, go get prepared.”

“Kenny, can you come and find me after you’re done talking to the LEO’s? I’d like to talk for a sec.”

“Sure thing Maggie.”

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His talk with Maggie ended up just being a quick, and confusing, talk.

“I know that it’s been a rough couple of days, but I’m still you really need to be careful.”

“I know, it won’t be like back at the house, there’ll be back up this time, and I’ll have ammo in my gun this time.”

“This isn’t the time to joke but... Okay. And one more thing, be nice to Hana.”

“Aren’t I always nice to Hana? I feel like she’s upset with me but I don’t know what I’ve done wrong.” Maggie sighed before giving him a long look and was clearly debating whether or not to say something. “It’s not that you’ve done anything wrong, it’s just that... current circumstances have been stressing her out. Like me being your partner right now, it’s thrown her off a bit. And she said you’ve been acting strange so she’s worried about you for that on top of your physical safety, and Zadie has been calling and texting her quite a bit asking for updates about you, and it’s just been a lot for her.”

“Why didn’t she tell me any of this?”

“Sometimes it’s easier to talk to someone who isn’t directly involved in the issue. Look, all I’m saying is that you need to be careful, and maybe tell Zadie to not ask about you while you and Hana are working.”

“I didn’t even know she’s been doing that, it doesn’t matter that Hana isn’t in the field, her work is still crucial and she can’t afford to be distracted. Are we good?”

“Yeah, we’re good.”

“Good.”

Maggie was still pretty vague, but when Hana was wiring him up, he promised her he would be careful and cautious, that he was sorry if he worried her, the relief on her face made his heart twinge. He hadn’t meant to make her so concerned.

Two sets of headlights drove up the gravel road that leads to town, bring Kenny back to the present. Two men stepped out of each car and he immediately had to stifle a groan. He was now standing alone in a hiking trail parking lot alone, but with back up hiding in the trees, with four nazis. They were all in their fifties wearing blatant white supremacist clothes. He counted a trump shirt, a confederate flag, an all lives matter shirt, and a swastika shirt. “You Jason Anderson?” Confederate spoke first, and his voice was so loud and boisterous it shook his beer belly. “I am.”

“Is that FBI agent you blew up dead yet?”

“I really didn’t come here, when the feds are really pissed and packing heat, to make small talk. Are you buying or not? I’ve got them all loaded up in the back.”

“Can we see them first?”

“After I see the cash.” Trump shirt looked at confederate for confirmation before walking to the second pick-up truck, because of course, and returned with two stuffed duffle bags. Kenny unzipped them the second they were in front of him, and sure enough, stacks of $100 bills shoved inside in a disorderly fashion. Kenny pretended to count but he was really biding his time, trying to find ways to get them to spill their guts. “What do you guys want with this much firepower, anyway? It’s a bit much for hunting.”

“There’s an abortion clinic a couple of hours away in Boston, we’re going to teach those whores to respect life.” And here I was thinking that these scumbags couldn’t get any worse. Kenny sighed and popped the trunk, revealing the crates of guns, that all had the firing pins removed making them useless, but assholes one through four didn’t need to know that. “Alright, take a look. What do you think?”

“I think... That we just got an arsenal for FREE!” All four aimed their newly attained weapons and... Didn’t fire. “Really? Did you honestly think I’d put ammo in there? Whatever, FBI YOU’RE UNDER ARREST!” They didn’t even have time to start running before the most wanted unit, Maggie, SWAT, and LEO’s had burst out of the trees, guns raised.

Fucking morons.

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“Hey man, how’d the bust go?”

“Great, we arrested the head of the local faction of the KKK and his minions, apparently. You know, the second the guns were in their hands they tried to blow me to pieces. They thought we, or Anderson rather, would have them all loaded up for them so they could make away with the guns and the cash. You should’ve seen them when they were arrested, they were genuinely surprised that their plan didn’t work, and that no one wanted to hear their bigoted crap. And Anderson’s ex-wife decided to take in all four of Karnstein’s kids, those he had with her husband and brother, which is great because we were worried about what was going to happen to them, but she said she just wants to keep all the siblings together and that’s an example of sainthood if I ever saw one. And before you ask, yes, Maggie’s fine.”

“I’m getting a little predictable when it comes to her, aren’t I?”

“A bit, yeah- hold on one second... I’m back.”

“What was that?”

“I got another call.”

“From who?”

“Zadie.”

“The girl you’re dating who happens to be the roommate of your best friend and the girl you’re in love with?”

“... Shut up.”

“Hahaha no. Look, we’re both idiots, all three of us were until Halstead figured out how to get off. I can’t talk to Maggie about how I feel, not yet and maybe not ever. Losing her husband left horrendous scars and she needs me to be her partner and her friend, she doesn’t need to deal with how I feel. But you and Hana? You could happen, you could talk to her, I know that you spoke with her about your PTSD and she’s told you about serious things in her life and herself. Both of you have a trust and bond that doesn’t need to be tested. It’s tried and true. You don’t deserve to be miserable, drowning yourself in distractions and being a distraction. Just promise me you’ll think about it.”

“Okay, I will. And for what it’s worth, I don’t think you and Maggie are as far away from each other as you think. She talks about you all the time, she told me so many stories about you two in the field. She trusts you implicitly, and the face she makes when she talks about you... There’s nothing platonic about that. So you need to think about talking to your girl and moving forward too, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Am I really not your favourite blonde anymore?”

“Haha, no you’re not, sorry.”

“You knew her for like three days!”

“Eh, still.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

“... No, I don’t. But... Maggie told me about the clown fairy princess and I’m gonna tell Halstead about it the next time I call him, which we’ll be in an hour cause I want to catch him before he goes to work. So, HA!”

“Crosby!”

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All the hot gays are ⚠️Yaoi Warning ⚠️ and don’t you dare complain you signed up for this 🖕😠

Asta: (Stares at Yuno and Langris And smiles “thinking to himself”) ‘a Magic night and their Vice captain in a Romantic relationship’(“Sheds a Sweat” smiles awkwardly)

Nacht: (says in a comedic fashion) Asta you seem distress is something wrong are you jealous of Langris

Asta: of course I’m Not why would I be!!! I just ..... I’m just kind of disappointed that it was Langris

Nacht: (Says in a comedic fashion) instead of you???

Asta: (says in an angry manner) Nacht Senpai I told you No I don’t like Yuno that way! I’m just disappointed that it was Langris instead of anyone else (pouty face)

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Fuegoleon: come on Nozel Smile we’re on a date you’re not supposed to be grumpy all the time

Nozel: This is not a date we’re just two captains going out to eat

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Nozel: don’t do that

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Yami: (Kisses Jack)

Jack: (Kisses Yami)

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Asta: also them.....

Nacht: yes It would seem everyone in their mothers are gay Oh wow just when I said that look what I found

Asta: huh? No way them to!

Luck: (kisses Magna)

Magna: (kisses Luck)

Asta: ehh (“Blushes heavily” Sees something that doesn’t make him uncomfortable) wait a minute there’s Leo Hay Leo!!!

Leopold: Oh if it isn’t my rival Asta

Asta: Hi Leo This may be strange and A bit odd to ask but uh.....um.....Leo you’re not gay by any chance are you??? Everyone I see is gay and it’s kind of making me well it’s kind of making me uncomfortable........

Leopold:

Are you homophobic???!!!!!!

Luck,Yami,Fuegoleon,Langris,Yuno ,Magna,Nozel,Jack,William,Patri/ Patolli: (Sees an overhears what’s going on)

Asta: huh.....HUH!! No it’s nothing like that it’s just umm......(“blushes”looks away and looks back) can you just answer the question

Leopold: Well yeah I’m dating my vice captain

Asta: (blushes extremely heavily) WHAT WHO EVER SAID SOMETHING ABOUT DATING THERE VICE CAPTAIN!!!!!

Leopold:(thanking to himself)’is he really bothered by it that much’....uh...me??? I said that. his name is Randall Luftair

Nacht: a vice captain and there subordinate dating Hmm It kind remind you of someone doesn’t it Asta

Asta: (blushes heavily) ah Yeah. Yuno and Langris

Nacht: (Smiles but is actually extremely angry and annoyed)

Luck,Leopold,Yami,Fuegoleon,Langris,Yuno,Magna,Nozel,Jack,William,Patri/Patolli: Asta are you homophobic???

Asta: WHAT NO I Just (look towards Nacht and Blushes)

Luck,Leopold,Yami,Fuegoleon,Langris,Yuno,Magna,Nozel,Jack,William,Patri/Patolli:You???

Asta: wait why are you all here?! listen Just because I’m being bothered by it doesn’t mean I’m homophobic I just don’t feel good whenever I see my friends that I thought I knew who are into dudes Randomly kissing each other out of the blue

Luck,Leopold,Yami,Fuegoleon,Langris,Yuno,Magna,Nozel,Jack,William,Patri/Patolli:(looks towards each other) you’re homophobic

Asta:

I’M NOT!!!!!

Luck: Come on I thought you were my friend Leopold: seriously.... I thought you were a good person Yami: kid you Being disgusted by me hurts Fuegoleon: I thought you were a respectable person Langris: I always knew you were a pile of shit Yuno: I thought you excepted me for who I was l guess I was wrong Magna: WHAT!!! a real man wouldn’t be homophobic Nozel: you’re a scumbag Jack: i’ll cut you up for being homophobic William: well that’s disappointing Patri/Patolli: I thought you were different

Asta: I.....I........I (really sad)

Nacht:

OH MY GOD WHY DON’T I JUST TELL THEM!!!! (really annoyed)

Asta: huh??? (Pauses for a sec confused before realizing “Blushes extremely heavily”)

HUH!!!!! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! DON’T YOU DARE DON’T YOU DARE SAY A WORD!!!!!!!!

Nacht: Fine I won’t tell them

Asta: (Sigh in relief)

Nacht: I’ll just show them (pulls Asta in and kisses him start stripping off his shirt And groping him)

Asta: (struggles to Pullback And ends up biting Nacht’s lips) Nacht Senpai stop it!!!!!

Luck,Leopold,Yami,Fuegoleon,Langris,Yuno,Magna,Nozel,Jack,William,Patri/Patolli: (“looks towards each other” thinking to themselves) ‘Nacht Senpai shouldn’t he call his vice captain vice captain Nacht???‘

Nacht: you bit my lip and now I’m bleeding

Asta: You deserve it

Nacht: why????

Asta: WHY???

BECAUSE!! THAT’S SEXUAL HARASSMENT!!!!!

Nacht: (holding his finger up to his Chin) Oh I’m going to sexually harass the hell out of you all night long

Asta: huh? (blushes extremely heavily)

HUH!!!! no way no way No Way No Way NO WAY!!!!! (Runs as fast as he can)

Nacht: (Catches Asta with shadow magic and pins him down)

Asta: LET ME GO!!!!!

Nacht: no

Asta: YES!!!!!

Nacht: no

Yami: Nacht wait a minute you said you weren’t gay

Nacht: no I didn’t

Yami: ah yeah yuh did you said you don’t swing that way

Nacht: oh yeah I did say that. I meant I don’t swing that way to someone like you

Yami: What Why????

Nacht: oh I don’t know probably because you’re a disgusting pile of shit and not a bright shining light or or or or now hear me out Because you Fu*kd my brother right in front of me (Flashback)

Morgan: ...oh......uh.....Ah.........Yami.....(Breathing heavily)

Nacht: (“Sigh”shouts at the top of his lungs)

WOULD YOU TWO QUIT IT I AM RIGHT HERE AND I AM TRYING TO SLEEP!!!!!!

God I hate my life (Nacht In present time) God I hate you

Asta: Nacht Senpai please let me go (“still pin down” Feeling really embarrassed and a bit sad)

Nacht: No can do

Asta: why?

Nacht: Because you look so cute

Asta: (Blushes) What???? that’s not a Reason

Nacht: Plus I get to see a perfect frame of you’re nice ass

Asta: huh? (blushes extremely heavily)

HUH!!!! LET ME GO!!!!!LET ME GO!!!!!LET ME GO!!!!!

Nacht: No

Luck,Leopold,Fuegoleon,Langris,Magna,Nozel,Jack,William,Patri/Patolli: Wait a minute so does that mean he’s a classic closet case (Thinking to themselves) ‘it must’ve been because he was kind of low-key about him being in a gay relationship that was why he was so uncomfortable’ Oh we’re sorry can you forgive us Asta

Asta:

FUCK YOU!!!!

Yuno: (blushes extremely heavily) wait Asta you’re gay

Asta: (“blushes” still pin down) Technically I’m bisexual but.....uh....yeah I am (blushes extremely heavily)

Yuno: Me and Asta could’ve been together (bites his lip) no no no No No No NO NO NO

NO!!!!!!!

Liebe: Are you girls doing okay???

Charlotte Vanessa Mimosa Noelle Rebecca Sally Sécre Marie Mariella: All the hot guys are either taken or gay

Sekke: I am right here

Liebe: They said all the hot guys🕶

Dorothy: Mama likes what she sees

PS. The reason why Yami asked Nacht why he was gay in the first place was because they used to be friends really good ones and now Nacht looks like Yami’s dead ex-boyfriend Morgan and Yuno being mad about Asta being bisexual was because he only dated Langris because he thought he would never be able to be with Asta Hope you like it I thought it was funny honestly I loved it

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atinybitofau · 5 years ago

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W O O Y O U N G ⟼ office au

WHERE YOU TWO WERE PAST LOVERS

a/n: my writers drought has ended bois lol

• “B-But sir.”

• “Don’t but sir me.” he wags a finger at you. “You need a vacation, y/n. I can’t have you working night and day coming in here looking like a complete trash bag.”

• you stare at him,

• at your boss in complete and utter disbelief.

• “Excuse me?”

• “Y/n.” Wooyoung shakes me in my chair, not necessarily as aggressive as he did months ago. “I’m saying this as your boss. And not as your past lover—“

• “You mean sex toy.” you correct making him roll his eyes.

• “Whatever you want to classify yourself— fine. I’m saying this so you could get some rest. You work too hard for me.”

• you raise an eyebrow at him.

• knowing Wooyoung for too long.

• you can’t believe he’s being so kind.

• after all,

• he did only use you for sex.

• “Are you sure this isn’t your subtle way of saying you need to get a good fuck and don’t want me around?”

• “Ugh.. yes?”

• Wooyoung feels bad.

• actually feels bad for being THAT guy.

• the guy that fucked you without feelings.

• no strings attached.

• but he just can’t like you like that.

• he’s only seen you as you are.

• his hot-as-fuck secretary with a rather obedient personality.

• “Wooyoung. As much as I appreciate your concern,” you jokingly smile pushing him away. “I don’t mind you finding sexual release elsewhere. I couldn’t care less. What we had is over. Plus, I’m here to work. Not to pine for your dick getting shoved down my throat.”

• he’s always found you quite enticing nonetheless.

• albeit, sometimes infuriating—

• but someone he felt comfortable talking to.

• “But still.” he leans against your desk pen in his mouth and arms crossed over his chest. “You deserve a break.”

• you sigh resting your head on the back of your chair in thought. “Maybe I do.”

• yeah maybe you do.

• work’s been a load.

• so has the overwhelming amount of papers.

• plus...

• Song Mingi has been trying to ask you on a date since last September.

• which he’s been doing for 4 months now.

• “So.. when can I start?”

• your vacation’s great.

• you think that maybe Wooyoung’s right.

• that you really did need this shit.

• how nice it felt to sleep and drink without knowing you’d have to wake up early the next morning.

• “Hey beautiful.”

• you lean against the doorframe smiling at a beaming Mingi.

• “You’re here early.”

• “Wanted to take you out for breakfast too.” he smiles as you let him in. “Did I bother you?”

• “No.” you sigh. “But I’ve gotta get these reports to Wooyoung before he has a panic attack at the office.”

• Mingi was his best friend.

• this could end bad or good honestly.

• but let’s hope Mingi doesn’t find out.

• let’s hope he doesn’t already know.

• “That’s okay. I’ll go with you. How does that sound?”

• terrible.

• “Perfect.”

• you think Mingi is too though.

• he’s such a good guy.

• not competitive and far from what Wooyoung wants from you.

• he even holds your hand the whole time on the way to work.

• talking endless amounts about his work travels.

• knowing you’d be interested.

• the employees at work seemed to be stunned by Mingi’s arrival.

• another CEO hand holding with you.

• none other than a notorious best friend of your own boss.

• “Woo, I have those reports you needed me to bring.”

• “Oh thank god, you’re here. I was about to— Mingi?”

• Wooyoung’s disheveled.

• looked like a whole trash bag without you working at your desk.

• and yeah he’s regretted ever giving you the vacation.

• wishing you’d still be his eye candy and doing half his job for him.

• “What are you doing here man? I haven’t seen you in a hot minute.”

• you look between the two.

• nerved by the sweet interaction.

• you don’t know why.

• but it felt like an ex boyfriend facing your new secret boyfriend who also happened to be his best friend.

• when that’s not even close to being the case.

• when you shouldn’t care at all what Wooyoung feels about it.

• “I’m taking y/n out on a date today. Been trying to ask her but she’s been so busy, she didn’t have the time.”

• Wooyoung stops.

• feels like hell froze over at his reply.

• ice cold.

• untamed by his jealousy.

• “W-What?”

• you hand Wooyoung the papers you need to drop off and pull Mingi away before he notices.

• not sure why he reacted like that either.

• “Um. We should go, huh, Mingi?”

• Mingi smiles at you and returns his hand in yours, eyes gazing down at you fully blasted.

• “You hungry that much?”

• you forget that Wooyoung’s even there.

• smiling at Mingi as he holds your hand.

• cause this was on the list of what you’ve been needing on a vacation.

• someone who would actually treat you like a woman and not like a toy.

• but Wooyoung’s about to combust.

• thinking he’s going to kill Song Mingi.

• and he can’t explain why just—

• can’t stand the fact another man has you wrapped around his finger like that.

• not when it should be him.

• “Why didn’t you fucking tell me Mingi’s been trying to snatch y/n all this time, San?”

• his adjacent friend who stopped by chuckles. “Hello to you too, cock sucker. What stick went up your ass that you have to yell this early in the morning?”

• he pulls at his hair, elbows on his desk when he thinks about it again. “The fact that Mingi walked into my goddamn office this morning. Hand holding my secretary for fucksake! That’s what stick got shoved up my ass. And that you and the guys have probably been planning my demise.”

• San rolls his eyes. “You’re lucky I haven’t told them about your scandalous affairs with her in the first place. What’s it matter to you anyway? You just wanted a good fuck from her, right?”

• wrong.

• but he thinks he knows San’s right for the most part.

• “Right! But that’s why. I can’t just share my sex toy.”

• San dead pans at Wooyoung.

• disgusted that his best friend was a complete idiot.

• “Has it ever occurred to you that y/n is a human being with feelings? And that she has all the right to date Mingi if she wants? And that you shouldn’t give a shit for that reason alone if that’s the one you’re gonna come up with.”

• Wooyoung’s a jackass.

• for not only using you as a sex toy.

• but for fucking around with your feelings.

• “Shit.”

• San sighs. “Yeah shit. Mingi is the last person in our group who’d ever use her the way you did. So if that’s what you’re worried about then—“

• it’s not though..

• it’s really not.

• “Would you believe me if I told you I liked her? For more than just sex. That I see her for more than just that? That I actually like talking to her, being with her 24/7. And that I don’t always want to pin her to her desk every time I see her?”

• “No.” the older shakes his head with a faint smirk. “Absolutely not. Because if I were you, instead of sitting here moping about someone else getting your girl, I would run out of here and tell her that. Change her mind about you before she actually does fall for someone else.”

• Wooyoung nods at San. “Thanks man.”

• “Go get her tiger.”

• San’s smiling like the little devil he is as Wooyoung runs out.

• shaking his head in victory.

• before texting Mingi,

• destroy-man-whore-Wooyoung is a go. I repeat, mission destroy-man-whore-Wooyoung is a go.

• “Everything alright?” you ask Mingi when he receives a text, mouth partly stuffed.

• he smirks at his phone before smiling at you. “Peachy keen, baby girl.”

• you eye him weirdly and think..

• Mingi’s been off since the office.

• staring at his phone for the past hour.

• he’s been nice and all but you can’t help but feel he’s lacking.

• like, the teasing you get from Wooyoung.

• the jokes.

• the undoubtedly horrid insults.

• you enjoyed those.

• because it made the relationship entertaining despite the intention.

• Wooyoung was just someone you felt comfortable with.

• maybe more than just a fwb or a boss.

• “Mingi, do you think I’m dateable?”

• he swings your arms from side to side, enjoying the small crowd of people as you walked back to your place.

• “Course.” he acclaims. “You’d be lucky to be anyone’s girlfriend.”

• “Is that why you’ve been trying to date me?”

• he chuckles at that with a nod. “I guess you can say that.”

• you do think Mingi’s not right for you.

• that maybe..

• you need someone with Wooyoung’s caliber to make your life as coordinated as you make his.

• as his secretary it was something you had to do.

• now it was just..

• something you want to do.

• you feel a weird ache in your chest when you think you want Wooyoung to return it.

• that not in a million years would you expect to think you wanted Wooyoung like that.

• “Mingi.. I had fun on our date and everything. But I think— OH MY GOD WOOYOUNG WHAT THE HELL?!”

• you pull at your boss’ sleeve shirt.

• in attempt to get him away from Mingi after he lands a solid punch on the side of his jaw.

• the older looking at the smaller stature man in shock.

• “Okay.” Mingi cranes his neck. “Okay pipsqueak. We get it. You don’t want me to date y/n but don’t ever fucking punch me again.”

• “Then don’t ever fucking lay a hand on her again.”

• you stare in bewilderment.

• fascinated you must admit.

• for Wooyoung’s bravery and possessiveness.

• “What the hell, Wooyoung?”

• “Shut up dumb bitch, I’m trying to be a man right now.”

• you scoff rolling your eyes and let him continue anyway.

• “Okay, now look Mingi, I don’t know if you knew this but me and y/n have been having an implicit relationship—“

• “A sexual relationship that’s clearly over.” you correct making him shove his hand over your mumbling mouth.

• “— yes our relationship and I don’t appreciate you trying to interfere. That only I will be the man to sweep y/n off her feet. Not some gentleman scumbag who’ll treat her like a princess.”

• “Ex-fucking-cuse me?”

• you gargle again when Wooyoung covers your mouth more.

• “I will do whatever it takes to be what this woman wants. Because not only do I love her but I appreciate her with every god damn muscle, fiber, cell, bone in my body and that I’ll give her anything she’ll ever ask for from here on out. So save the effort. I’ll do it for you instead.”

• you’re impressed.

• god forbid Jung Wooyoung has ever been good at the boyfriend department..

• or anything that involved actual romance.

• but you’re touched nonetheless.

• that Wooyoung wanted to do those things for you.

• after claiming you were just a pawn of his sex life.

• “Well.. I think you two definitely need some alone time to talk. And I need some ice for what you did to my jaw. So I’ll leave you to it then, Woo.”

• Mingi flashes you a hinting smile.

• watching him reach for his phone in his front pocket.

• then you realize what he’s actually been doing.

• promising yourself to thank him and whoever was involved for it later.

• “Wooyoung, what the hell was that about?”

• you taunt your boss.

• in the most subtle way possible.

• because he’s someone that you’d spend the rest of your life with.

• as his employee.

• as a fwb.

• as a friend and anything more.

• his girlfriend?

• “You just get me.” Wooyoung completes his thoughts, hand loosely dropping onto your shoulders. “God, y/n. Knowing you would be with another man.. was scary. I thought that it was the sex I liked. That you were so hot and comfortable that I thought that was it. How the hell am I supposed to know I’d fall in love with you?”

• you stare at him.

• lust ridden and tongue tied.

• wondering why you hadn’t realized the same thing.

• “Maybe because you’ve only ever wanted one thing in your life. Sex.”

• “You right.” he agrees with a sigh. “But now that it’s passed, I want something else.”

• you giggle letting him slowly push you into your house, kicking the door closed behind you.

• “Don’t get cheesy on me, Woo.”

• “Just this once, hear me out.”

• you’re breathless as he pins you against the door,

• his hands curling around your waist for the first time in months after you two stopped being lovers.

• face perfectly carved into yours.

• like two pieces of completely different puzzles.

• miraculously fitting together like you two were made for each other.

• “I want you, y/n. Not just for the sex anymore. But for everything you’ve got. Teach me how to love.”

• “You think you could learn that from me?” you playfully cringe, lips playing against his like a fiddle. “Something you could only learn on your own?”

• “Maybe you can’t teach me.” he whispers as he molds his lips with yours. “But you could still try.”

• “I thought this was supposed to be my vacation, Wooyoung?”

• “Okay then.” he hums against your lips in approval. “Let’s make this less work and more pleasure.”

• “I like the sound of that.”

@atinybitofau

here me out, it’s actually a good song okay lol. believe me!

#wooyoung #jung wooyoung #ateez wooyoung #ateez #ateez preferences #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez oneshot #wooyoung reaction #wooyoung scenarios #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung oneshot #wooyoung au #ateez au #office au #requested

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crimsonbluemoon · 4 years ago

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26 and terrormoo❤️

I don’t know.

Warning: Slight hint of sexual harassment, but nothing graphic (like one inappropriate joke/line but I still wanna put this here just in case) and not between Brian and Brock

Couple: Terrormoo Number: 26 Prompt: “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“Come on, Bri-Bri.” Harry’s nickname made Brian sneer, glaring at the duo now resting their arms on the wall he was leaning against. The music wasn’t as loud in the coatroom where the men had cornered him; Brian wondered if Harry and Richard were cocky enough to leave the door unlocked for anyone to walk in on their entrapment. Brian could probably take both men with his hands tied behind his back; they were five years older than him and twice his weight, but it was all fat. The martial art classes he took for eighteen years would make breaking their jaws easy. But, knowing where he was, he couldn’t. Brian he was used to dealing with rich scumbags at parties like this; it was the price he paid for staying at his father’s charity events. He didn’t want to go but his mother’s soft eyes asking for his attendance always wore him down. Now, he remembered why he hated being here. “It isn’t like it’d be your first time with a few guys. We don’t have to do it at the same time; we can share.”

“Share what, STDs?” Brian muttered, grinning at Richard’s narrowed eyes. Money meant power in this culture, and he knew his family’s old business carried weight. But some things, like his affinity for being with men and women, tended to close him off to some of that prestige. These two, whose parents were ‘good friends of his father’ came from scummy deals and illegal business, though Brian couldn’t prove it.

“Don’t be so mouthy with us; we spend a lot of money-” Brian cut Harry off.

“Your parents, you mean. The two of ya can’t get juice from an orange without someone else squeezing it.” Brian’s snark resulted in Richard’s hand grabbing his throat, shoving him back into the wall hard enough to send a spark of pain through his back. “Watch yer meat hooks ya fucking asshole.”

“All we’re asking for is a little fun while our parents play dress up. Is that so hard to process? You’re not exactly against getting with anyone, since you’re not picky.” Harry seemed to think Brian was easy, and he knew why; his ex-boyfriend was a dick that Brian had once thought actually cared about him. It’d been the first guy he’d been with, shared his heart, body, and soul with, and the guy sold the information to the first tabloid that could pay him a pretty penny. The love he’d thought they’d cultivated was spilled like spoiled milk on the front pages of every social media, and he’d been painted as a loose bisexual cannon since.

“Get off me.” Brian had to take a breath to keep from reaching out and breaking Richard’s wrist; getting his black belt meant he could be charged with some serious crimes if he used his hands in a fight. His body tensed when Richard leaned closer, overpriced wine on the breath of air puffed into his face.

“Getting off sounds about-”

“Excuse me?” A voice that held less weight than a feather slipped into the conversation, Brian tilting his head past the two idiots to see who had intervened. The large brown eyes that took in the scene reminded him of his mother’s, soft but unwavering as they lowered into discomfort. “But he’s asking you to let go, and I’ll have to ask you to listen please.”

“It’s nothing for a stranger to worry about, kid.” And in truth, scumbag Richard was right; this guy had to be twenty-two, max, which meant he’d be barely a year older than Brian himself.

“So mind your business and continue on.” Harry tried to present as tough when he took a step toward the newcomer, arms crossed over his chest.

“I could do that. But I’ll be swinging back with the police on duty at this event, and since he’s my best friend, I don’t think Officer Wine will be as polite.” Surprised that the man stood his ground, Brian felt his lips twitch into a smile when he saw a hint of defiance in the fidgeting man’s gaze. “Or you could let him go and return to the party. The choice is yours.”

“...Pfft.” The hand let him go, and Brian watched Richard slunk past the newcomer.

“He’s not worth our time anyways.” A bump of a shoulders from Harry didn’t seem to bother the man, who watched with wary eyes until the door of the room slammed behind them. A quick sigh of relief came from Brian’s ‘hero’, who turned his attention back to Brian with a shy smile.

“Uh...hi. You...You probably didn’t need help, so I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or embarrassed, I just came to get my wallet from my coat and...are you okay?” The stranger’s voice was pretty with its humble edge, though it paled in comparison to his flushed cheeks and deep eyes. Brian took in the round cheeks cradling plush lips, his forehead scrunched just like his cute nose. He looked like he’d check in with a killer while being stabbed. This guy was...definitely not the one who needed to be doing the protecting.

“Think I’m a little better now that you’re in here with me instead of them.” He tossed out the flirty line, watching red crawl all the way up the other’s neck. “Haven’t seen you around, though. What company do you work for? Please tell me it ain’t the stock market.”

“No no! Nothing cool like that. I just...I work for the...the one catering your party. Or, well, I’m the chef your father hired for it.” Ah, so the guy knew his family. The bravado and strength from before looked to pour out of his body, as if it was shameful to admit he had a good, stable job. Plus, culinary skills? Brian could only imagine how adorable the guy would be with an apron and chef’s hat. Of course, as he gave an open glance along the other man’s body, he didn’t mind the idea of taking said items off…

“Well, I think I ought to know your name. Since you work for my old man and all.” It had nothing to do with that, but it felt like an easy excuse to use for the moment.

“Right, of course! I’m Brock. Thank you for having us at your party, we appreciate your business.” A polite bow only increased Brock’s charm, and Brian felt his heart demand more attention from it’s increased pounding in his chest.

“The pleasure’s ours, Brocky.” The nickname got a blink and parted lips, which Brian smirked at. “Or should I call you Prince Charming, for saving me?”

“That’s totally not necessary,” Brock replied with a nervous laugh, fingers rubbing behind one of ears in modesty. “Just a chef, no prince here.”

“Can’t you be both?” When Brock didn’t answer, Brian eased up on his teasing, moving to something he seemed more comfortable with. “Well, from what I’ve had, the food’s been great. I’ll totally want to use your services again. You got a number I could have...ya know, for future planning?”

“Your father’s got our information in an email-”

“But I’m not dad.” He cut the explanation off quickly, making sure his implication was known for the slightly oblivious guy. “And I think the dinner I’d want prepared would only be for the two of us.”

“Well, I don’t normally eat the food I’m-oh.” He watched the offer click, and the blush that had started to wane before rushed back across his face. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. So, how about that number? Unless you’ve got a princess waiting at home.” He was sure he wasn’t reading it wrong; Brian had caught Brock’s eyes drop to his lips each time he spoke, despite seeming to try and fight the urge to do so. It was sweet he put in the effort, but Brian was more than okay with the attention of the guy who looked so flustered at his flirting.

“No, no girlfriend. Or uh...boyfriend. Never even had a boyfriend cause-” Another look, which was filled with a longing Brian couldn’t understand, was cast over his mouth before Brock shook his head and fumbled back to the door. “I should probably get back to the party. It’s almost dessert time. I, uh, th-thank you very much.”

“For what?” Brian asked, amused at the nonsensical parting.

“I don’t know.” Brock’s hand fumbled with the doorknob, but Brian still heard the muttered ‘what are you doing’ under Brock’s breath before he popped the door open. “Gotta go. It was...really nice meeting you. I-Please be safe!”

“You too, Prince.” The chef was out the door after a stumble, and Brian laughed before leaning back against the wall. For a moment, he was upset that Brock had slipped away. Maybe their Cinderella moment wasn’t meant to be, and Brian would never get his Prince Charming to put on the glass slipper. Brian wasn’t about chasing someone that had no desire to be caught, after all. Not every chance encounter was magical, if his ex taught him nothing else.

Except the way Brock had stared at Brian proved there was more to the unread pages of their fairy tale, and Brian knew just the man (or rather, one officer) to text in order to get the story started again.

>> Piggy, tell me everything I need to know to woo your friend Brock.

#Anonymous #Terrormoo #The Gaming Terroriser #Moo Snuckle #Soft Boys #<3 #Crimson Drabblez

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staytheb · 3 years ago

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Moonlight Melody - chapter 3

Word Count: 5,431 previous chapter, next chapter

Moonlight Melody masterlist.

semi-proofread. anyways, the third chapter’s about Jessica as a grim reaper and receiving her next assignment which is Joohyun who later meets Grim Reaper Jessica. happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

Jessica was thrust awake as she found herself at the Reaper Station's conference room already sitting in one of its seat and in her uniform. She groaned as she flopped her upper body onto the table to catch a nap before the meeting began. It was short lived when she felt someone poke her side.

"I swear, Shannon, if it's you, I'm gonna pushed you in front of a bus again."

Grim Reaper Jessica threatened in a muttering tone with her face still against the table and not bothering to check if it was the death watcher that oversees her duties or not. She heard a male chuckle and turned to see that it was another reaper, Gunwoo, who had poked her earlier.

"I thought by now you would've figured out that we won't die from such mortal incidents."

Gunwoo propped an elbow on to the table and rested his chin upon it while smiling at Grim Reaper Jessica.

"Were you asleep before being summoned?"

"Yes. I took a nap as the heat was getting to me." She responded with a yawn as she sat upright.

"Why suffer with those mortal weathers when you can live here and choose whatever season you want to basked in?"

"That's no fun, honestly. I can't dress up with the seasonal fashion."

"How about giving up your triple life and just becoming a full-fledged grim reaper?"

"No, thanks. I'm sti-"

Gunwoo interrupted her while repeating the words that she always gave him as her reasoning.

"-still waiting on my sister."

He rolled his eyes.

"I remember, but I still suggest for you to cross over. Your sister, too. Isn't it boring being a human though?"

"Not really. Isn't it boring being an immortal?"

"Not really."

He eyed his fellow grim reaper with a grin.

"But who knows, one day I may end up as a mere mortal."

"I doubt you'll make it as one in the end."

"Wow, that's rude."

Grim Reaper Jessica shot him a grin just as Lucifer's booming voice announced his own presence and everyone turned towards the front.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen." Lucifer greeted as he sat at the head of the table upon his throne with a large grin.

He went about their usual discussion and updates before moving on to the last bit of the meeting consisting of assigning the reapers with their missions by Lilith. Grim Reaper Jessica hardly received her missions during the meetings as Shannon always gave them to her at all odd hours of the day. So Grim Reaper Jessica used to wondered why she even had to come to these midnight meetings, but later gave up and just went with it. Still though it got her curious and before she could ask Gunwoo about the subject, Lilith's voice interrupted her.

"Here's our latest user, pinkbaechu, on our REAPER CORRESPONDENCE site. The user signed up a few days ago."

Lilith announced upon Joohyun's account profile popping up on the holographic screen for everyone to view.

"She's quite pretty judging by her picture, but in all honestly she's really bland in personality."

There were some murmurs before Lilith continued.

"Now on to pinkbaechu's actual profile. Her name is Bae Joohyun. She's in her thirties. Born on the twenty-ninth of March. Height, one fifty-eight centimeters. Weight, forty-four kilograms. Her blood type is A. Her Zodiac signs are the Sheep and Aries. She doesn't eat chicken and dislikes coffee."

Lilith read out Joohyun's basic information before moving on to the real reason.

"This pitiful mortal officially got her heart broken by her scumbag of a cheating boyfriend of six years. Talk about summer romance, right?"

The others began mumbling comments about Joohyun's situation while Grim Reaper Jessica began to doze off feeling extremely sleepy for some odd reason before Lilith spoke again.

"Now, the one major thing to note about this case is that none of us here in the Infernal Realm had sent Joohyun Bae an invite to the REAPER CORRESPONDENCE. Yue Lao of the Celestial Realm took pity on this silly woman and decided upon himself to meddle a little bit in her pitiful love life while leaving the rest to the Grim Reaper Station to deal with."

Lilith's gaze looked about the room at the other grim reapers and death watchers.

"Who would like to take pinkbaechu's revenge as their own?"

A lot of hands went up, but Lilith's eyes landed on the dozing Grim Reaper Jessica. A smirk crossed Lilith's lips as she slammed her hands on the table which sent vibrations in the female's direction to jolt her wide awake.

"Hmm?"

Grim Reaper Jessica hummed sleepily while looking about the room casually.

"Congratulations, Reaper J, you have been assigned to pinkbaechu's case."

Lilith congratulated while snapping her fingers to make a black file appear in front of the said grim reaper.

"Wait, what?" Grim Reaper Jessica stared at the floating file before her.

"Why?"

Before Grim Reaper Jessica could protest Lucifer moved on to the next person and she reluctantly grasped the file into her hand with a tired sigh. Gunwoo laughed beside her and she elbowed him to stop, but that barely did anything as he snickered to himself. Just as Grim Reaper Jessica was about to make a snarky remark she felt herself thrust forward and she was back on Earth in her bed. She felt wonky, but came to her senses. Jessica checked the time. It was seven in the morning. She sighed while trying to return to sleep, but couldn't.

"What should I do now?"

Just as those words left her lips did she know what she wanted to do. Jessica went to the Eternal Twilight and sat upon the swing with the various sounds around her creating a tranquil melody. Jessica hoped that her sister's wandering soul would appear. Krystal did not appear and the melody that Jessica heard around her faded away.

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"I seriously knew it was too good to be true. It had to be. I'm such a gullible person." Joohyun muttered with a frustrated sigh after checking her phone for the nth time since she had signed up for the REAPER CORRESPONDENCE a few days ago.

"What kind of app exists to make one's dream come true? Zilch."

Joohyun sighed again as her mood dampened.

"Why would one even exist if that was so easy to do in real life?"

Joohyun received no responses since creating the account. Heck, she received no replies after making a post in wanting to get back at her ex-boyfriend. She knew that her post had a lot of views, but not one person commented on it. Even when Joohyun clicked on the other profiles of the other users it went to private mode. She could only see her account and the posts of others, but a click into a profile and it just wasn't viewable. She couldn't even comment on any of the other posts as well. It was totally weird.

"Maybe it's just a site for ranting and nothing more. A place that's just another place to escape from reality."

Joohyun reasoned while putting away her phone and resumed work. She debated whether to take some personal days off, but didn't want to mope around the house causing her mother to worry. Her mother had her health to worry about instead of her own child to add to it. Besides, Joohyun needed to work to provide for herself and for her mother so she couldn't lose her job even if she despised it at times. Plus, the bank were running low on staff when one of her colleague that she was close with was admitted to the hospital in critical condition a few months ago. None of them knew when she would return.

Anyhow, at the time her mood was in high spirits when the thought of actually getting payback against Bogum was plausible. Now, after days of waiting and nothing happening her high energy dwindled. So when Joohyun returned home she was too tired that she headed to her room telling her mother that it was a stressful day at work. It was partially true. There were too many angry clients that took it out on her when they couldn't access their online banking account. Anyways, gathering energy Joohyun went about her nightly routine.

After changing into pajamas Joohyun finally sat on the carpeted floor of her bedroom. She had her knees pressed against her chest with her back pressed against the edge of her bed while staring at her dresser absentmindedly. Her eyes landed on the pretty MOLDIR tote bag given by that nice woman as she recalled the tinge of excitement and happiness she had these past few weeks because of that. Joohyun had received pictures of her modeling the products and her mother commented how surprised her daughter looked with them. She grabbed those photos from her nightstand and admired them.

Jiwoo had never seen her daughter looked so stunning and glowing all at once like that before. The both of them were even surprised to see the check with the sum for just that brief moment and her mother joking suggested for her daughter to become a model instead of a banker. Joohyun declined, but went through the photos seeing how happy she did looked in them. She didn't think by agreeing to these that it showed another side of her she didn't think existed. Still, Joohyun's mind wandered and a familiar feeling began to settled within her.

She unconsciously traced random patterns into the carpet with her fingers as her mind soon blanked out into nothingness causing the photos to lay about her. A moment later Joohyun suddenly shivered as her room grew immediately colder than it should've been. She rubbed her arms to keep warm while following the moonlit rays coming through her window and noticed it was closed. Same with the balcony door. She wondered if her mother turned on the A/C by mistake, but dismissed the idea since her mother would be the one to say something first about the coldness as heat comforted her better.

Standing up and moving under the covers of her bed instead, Joohyun decided it must be because she had gotten out of the shower and that night time had fallen with the slightly cool late June air in effect and settling in. As she was about to switch off her lamp's light, Joohyun's eyes caught a glimpse of something moving in the shadow cast by her lamp's light. She looked around her room cautiously, but shook the thought away as she wasn't one of those people for believing of monsters in the dark.

Then again, Joohyun did believed that a text message would help her to get revenge on Bogum. Maybe it was just the spur of the moment or something had overcome her, but still it felt real. Anyhow, she wasn't quite sure what to believe now. Being an adult was so tiresome and just mundane with little trifles of life. Anyways, finding nothing out of place except for the temperature being colder than normal Joohyun sighed as she was about to switch off the light until she heard a female voice speak from the foot of her bed.

"Don't do that. You should really leave the lights on. It makes things less creepy and daunting during the night, especially when something you're not used to seeing or believing."

Grim Reaper Jessica suggested while sitting cross-legged and hovering a few inches above the end of Joohyun's bed.

"Good evening. I'm Reaper J. You-"

The reaper was interrupted by Blanc who materialized right in front of Jessica and spoke instead.

"I'm Blanc. You should hang out with me because that ex-boyfriend of yours is a total douche and I have way better skills than him. Even looking like this."

Grim Reaper Jessica telepathically pushed Blanc to the side and was about to continued with her announcement when Eclare materialized a few seconds later where Blanc used to be and introduced himself as well.

"Hi. I'm Eclare. Wow, for a bland personality, you really are pretty and you smell deliciously sweet li-"

Eclare didn't get to finish his sentence as he was also telepathically pushed away by the grim 1reaper to join Blanc off to the side as Grim Reaper Jessica continued before being interrupted like nothing had happened.

"Like I was about to say, greetings, I'm Reaper J and you've summoned me so how may I assist you?"

Joohyun was still frozen in place with her body lying on her side half-twisted to turn off the light and the other half overlooking her shoulder to stare at the floating gothic-like female and two winged cats in front of her. She could only blinked every few seconds with her mouth agape. Grim Reaper Jessica sat afloat with a neutral expression as she bobbed up and down slowly while letting the situation sink in. After like twelve minutes passed did Joohyun finally come to her senses as she slowly positioned herself in a upright sitting position and pulling the blanket cozily around her.

"Who are you?"

The grim reaper smiled at Joohyun upon finally being acknowledged and instantly covered the mouths of the felines with her magic from interrupting and butting in like always before speaking.

"My purpose is to help you out as much as I can with your revenge, but I need to know all that you want me to know, Bae Joohyun."

"H-how do you know my name?"

"I know some things about you, but I know that you want to get back at your ex-boyfriend, Park Bogum. So I'm here to help you with that."

When the words sunk in did Joohyun's eyes lit up with the corner of her lips curving upwards. The more she thought of it, the more her eyes and lips grew wider and wider upon that realization that both Blanc and Eclare snapped Joohyun from out of her little moment.

"Yeah, so just tell good 'ol Blanc how you wanna go about dealing with dirtball Bogum for ya."

Blanc fluttered over to Joohyun and started suggesting things.

"Do you want me to bite him all over? Leave snakes under his bed? Haunt him in his dreams? Make him drink cat piss every time he drinks something? Or should I scratch up his pretty little face for ya? Just let me know what you want me to do. Don't hold back. Really. Don't hold back. I gotchu."

Blanc fluttered on over as well and did the same thing which Joohyun felt an even darker aura coming from him than Blanc.

"How about I enter his dreams and turned them into real living nightmares as he experienced them, but can't wake up? Like over and over as he reaches the point of awareness that he's gonna wake up, but repeats it again and again. That'll show him! Oh! Oh, I know! This one's my all time favorite out of the others that I do."

Eclare giggled mischievously as his eyes glazed over with excitement.

"Maybe every time he opens his mouth to flirt I have bugs and critters come crawling out. It doesn't have to be the mouth and could be another opening of the body. Or I could call up a buddy of mine who's been itching to possess some fool into doing stupid things or haunt him forever."

Joohyun looked at one cat to the other cat and totally did not think that these cute and adorable felines could come up with all these gruesome things they had just suggested. Grim Reaper Jessica shooed the felines away as they disappeared in a puff of smoke leaving just Joohyun and the grim reaper alone.

"Anyways, don't mind them. Tell me your thoughts."

Soon enough the words fell from Joohyun's mouth as she began blabbering about this and that while the words she spoke appeared automatically upon the black file that Grim Reaper Jessica suddenly had in her grasp that Joohyun hadn't noticed at all. Soon enough Joohyun's blabbering died down and she stared at the grim reaper bashfully.

"Um, is that good enough for you, Reaper J?"

"Quite. Thank you."

Grim Reaper Jessica confirmed while scanning the new content within the file before looking up at her charge.

"Anyways, in a little bit you should be receiving some items and I'll explain each one when th-"

The grim reaper was unintentionally interrupted when Joohyun began cooing at the sight of three black puppies suddenly appearing on her bed as they jumped about and all around Joohyun. She instantly petted the canines who immediately rolled onto their backs for belly rubs with the items firmly held in their mouths. To Joohyun, they were not the ferocious hellhounds you would assumed them to be. They were like all dogs wanting attention.

"I forget that this happens often." Grim Reaper Jessica muttered as she closed the black file before swirling her hand and the item disappeared.

The grim reaper looked about the room and caught sight of an expensive looking tote bag. Grim Reaper Jessica didn't think much about the MOLDIR bag and of the fact that she had met Joohyun before in her mortal form. When she was either a cupid or grim reaper for a part of that human life memory was blocked as if to not interfer with the other. Likewise when she was out supernatural uniform. She recalled bits and pieces, but other than that she didn't bother with it. Anyways, the grim reaper's attention returned to Joohyun who's mood seemed to have lifted.

"Aww, you three are so adorable."

Joohyun quietly squealed while petting the hellhounds.

"Wow, your fur is so soft to the touch."

She hadn't felt like this in a very long time. Somehow the puppies gave her a sense of calmness and washed away her sadness for the time being. The hellhounds could feel the grim reaper giving them a pointed look and reverted back to their upright position to get back on track. The hellhound with the red eyes was the first one to speak after dropping a small black-like wooden doll with a red bow-tied string around its neck onto Joohyun's lap.

"Hi. I'm Flesh. The DOLL in your case will be someone that you desire to be a replacement for your ex-boyfriend to help with your revenge. Once that occurs you'll pull the string from around it's neck and your new boyfriend shall appear soon afterwards."

Joohyun paused in her action and stared at Flesh who had just spoken before breaking out into giggles while petting his head.

"Oh my! You can actually talk, too? Just like the cats. Wow. That is so cute."

She gushed as the grim reaper patiently waited for the woman to have her moment. Flesh responded with a small bark before poofing away in a puff of red smoke as the next hellhound with blue eyes yawned after dropping a small round and flat stone onto Joohyun's lap before giving out his instruction next.

"Hiya. I'm Ukulele and in your case of the STONE, it will turn into five mini ruby red gemstones that you're able to eat while making tiny wishes."

He stretched his limbs as Joohyun petted the arch of his back which Ukulele quite liked before speaking again.

"Wish your wishes thoroughly. It will backfire if you don't and they'll come out differently than you had originally wished for."

Ukulele poofed away in a puff of blue smoke leaving the last hellhound with green eyes to present the last of the items for the revenge. The green-eyed hellhound placed a tiny black coin in Joohyun's lap.

"Hello, I'm Hibiscus and I actually don't know what the COIN will do for you in the time it's in your care," Hibiscus admitted as Joohyun frowned while petting the hellhound, "But when the right time presents itself or when you're in dire need of it when you don't think you won't, then it'll activate on its own accord."

Hibiscus soon disappeared in a puff of green smoke leaving only the grim reaper and Joohyun in Joohyun's bedroom. Joohyun gathered up the three items and stared at them lost in thoughts.

"Heed their words and followed their instructions well."

Grim Reaper Jessica reminded Joohyun as the woman nodded obediently.

"I will."

"Please make sure that these items stay in your care and to never lose sight of them."

Just as Joohyun was going to reply that she will, she was stopped when she noticed the grim reaper's gaze.

"The consequence of another mortal finding it or being careless of them will be insurmountable. Do you understand, Bae Joohyun?"

Joohyun slowly nodded in slight fear.

"I will, Reaper J."

"Good."

Grim Reaper Jessica stretched out her limbs as she was now in a standing position while still hovering in the air.

"If you agree to your revenge, then you'll also mark a place besides the one you'll take your vengeance upon."

Joohyun's brows furrowed upon hearing the grim reaper's words.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Your soul will also take its place in Hell once your life has ended. Do you comprehend what that means?"

"Will I die after the revenge has been completed?"

"No. You will live your life to its fullest and you'll die when your time to die comes unless the Fates think otherwise or it's a sudden death."

Grim Reaper Jessica calmly looked at her charge.

"Do you wish to carry on with your revenge, Bae Joohyun?"

Joohyun looked down at the items and then up at the grim reaper with a slow nod.

"Are you sure?"

The grim reaper asked once more before a final confirmation.

"I'm sure, Reaper J."

"Very well then. Please hold out a hand."

Joohyun was puzzled by the command, but saw Grim Reaper Jessica slightly motioned in the air with one of her hands and suddenly floating in front of her was a feathered quill and a golden parchment.

"This is a binding contract of your wish to take your revenge," Grim Reaper Jessica explained, "When you're ready to go through with it, then please say, 'I, Bae Joohyun, hereby adhere to the agreement with Reaper J', and it'll finished the rest from there."

Joohyun nodded as she recited the words the grim reaper informed her of.

"I, Bae Joohyun, hereby adhere to the agreement with Reaper J."

Joohyun held out a hand once the words left her mouth after reading the contents and winced when she felt a small prick to her index finger. She witnessed as the few drops of blood splattered at the bottom of the parchment sealing her fate.

"The deed is done."

Just as Grim Reaper Jessica finished talking did Eclare poofed back with a mischievous grin while casting his eyes onto Joohyun.

"Now that the agreement is settled, what should I do first, Ms. Watermelon?"

Joohyun wasn't sure how to reply as everything was still fairly fresh in her mind. She instead looked at the black feline clueless even with the weird name he had just addressed her by, but luckily Grim Reaper Jessica intervened.

"For now, Eclare, tail after Park Bogum. Take all notes of his activities, close relations, and other vital information for Joohyun to exact her vengeance on him when it's time."

"Will do. I got your back, Ms. Watermelon."

Eclare disappeared as Blanc looked over at Grim Reaper Jessica.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Nothing."

"You're joking, right?"

"I'm not."

Joohyun watched as the white feline and the grim reaper banter a bit.

"Oh, c'mon, Sica. Let me help out."

"It's not your place to help here in the first place, Blanc."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"You're no fun."

"We're not supposed to be having fun."

"Says you. This is right up my alley."

The grim reaper eyed the white cat.

"Does that halo of yours need to be replaced?"

"Can't. I figured that out in my first few years as one of Heaven's familiars."

"Make sense."

"Since it does, then le-"

"Anyways, Blanc," The grim reaper was done bickering with the white feline and interrupted him, "Not as of yet."

"So what can I do?"

"Like I said before, but this isn't really your jurisdiction, Blanc."

"But you just said 'not as of yet'. That means I can help."

"For now, just stay on the sideline and I'll let you know."

Blanc huffed knowing that was true, but nodded.

"Fine, but you know my name."

"Indeed."

Blanc looked over at Joohyun

"Remember me, Ms. Watermelon. The name's Blanc and if you need my help just call my name. Like, seriously, I'm being totally serious."

Joohyun just nodded in understanding.

"Okay. Laters."

Blanc poofed away in a cloud of white smoke while Grim Reaper Jessica did some stretching one last time and gave Joohyun a steady look.

"Just call my name, Reaper J, and I'll appear to you when possible. Please only do so if you're in need of me or have any serious questions regarding your revenge plan. Other than that, I'll always be close by even if you don't call for me."

"Um, what about the hellhounds and the cats?" Joohyun asked with a curious look.

"They won't appear on their own unless I send them or they accompany me when I visit you. So you don't have to worry about them unless the need is dire."

Joohyun nodded before glancing at the reaper with a thankful expression.

"Thank you." Joohyun thanked her. "Thank you so much."

"For what?"

Grim Reaper Jessica tilted her head curiously.

"For giving me a chance to get back at my ex-boyfriend for doing me wrong all this time."

The grim reaper shook her head.

"No need to thank me. I'm just here to provide you the means to do so."

Joohyun just nodded as Grim Reaper Jessica gave her another look.

"Now, to seal the deal again."

Joohyun was confused as the grim reaper hovered closer to her and offered out her right hand.

"Your other hand, please."

"But I thought we already did it a moment ago with the quill and paper thing?"

Grim Reaper Jessica continued to offer her hand not explaining what the other deal was so Joohyun did as told and held out her other hand that wasn't pricked before. She winced again when she felt another slight sting to her other index finger as a small pool of blood appeared. Grim Reaper Jessica firmly took Joohyun's pricked finger and placed it against the open page of the black file from earlier.

"Now the other real deal has been finalized, Bae Joohyun. Take care."

Before Joohyun could respond the grim reaper de-materialized along with the black file. She was left alone in her room once again, but this time around she had the three items from the hellhounds in her grasp to let her know that it wasn't made up and very real than before.

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Joohyun glanced at the clock and wished time moved quickly so that she could go on her lunch break already. She thought she would've been fine working as a teller today, but now she wished she was doing consultations instead. The workplace had some early morning gossips that concerned her, but she wasn't aware of it except receiving weird looks and giggles behind her. Besides that there were some rude and impatient customers today as well. Joohyun had no clue why people were so grumpy about their own money even after informing them that she just manages the depositing and withdrawals of their accounts.

After working some more did she finally take her break and away from the workplace. Joohyun learned who had started the gossip as one of her colleagues actually lived in the same building complex and on the same floor as Bogum. He had overheard bits and pieces of the conversation between her and her ex-boyfriend and couldn't wait to tell the others at work after learning a little more, too. Still Joohyun wished that he had minded his own business instead of spreading gossip. She wondered how long before it would die down and they would gossip about something else after.

Anywho, Joohyun comfortably sat outside a small restaurant with the sun blocked by the umbrella and a cool summer breeze coming and going from time to time. She was sipping a pink island ice tea while people watching and eating a smoked salmon sandwich. She didn't have much of an appetite and so thought a light lunch would do her some good than nothing. She reached into her purse for her mobile device when her hand came into contact with something smooth. Joohyun pulled it out and realized it was the black stone that Ukulele had given her.

"I wonder if it tastes like cherries or strawberries when they turn into a ruby gemstone like the blue-eyed puppy had explained."

She observed the stone with an amused look before becoming shock when it suddenly turned into the said ruby and broke into five tiny pieces. Joohyun picked up one of the pieces and felt its texture like it wasn't candy at all. It felt more like an actual real gemstone, but had an airy feel to it, too. Curiosity got the best of her as she ended up popping it into her mouth. She savored the sweet taste of mixed berries as it exploded onto her taste-buds. At that moment her eyes had caught sight of a fancy car with an equally handsome man behind the wheel when it came to a stop due to a red light. In an awe-like state while admiring the handsome stranger Joohyun unconsciously made an indirect wish aloud.

"Oh how I could somehow work for a guy like him and have a boyfriend as handsome as him."

Joohyun swallowed the piece shortly afterwards and almost choked on it a second later when at that moment the good-looking male turned his head in her direction. She averted her gaze and downed the iced tea to distract herself so that it didn't look like she was just staring creepily at him. She eyed the vehicle and the man a moment later just as he had driven off when the light turned green. Joohyun sighed in relief as she shook her head at the situation. She tenderly placed the rest of the gemstones into one of her purse's pockets before enjoying the rest of her lunch and returning to work afterwards forgetting about what she had just done.

When she returned home later that day and entering her room Joohyun noticed that the doll from Flesh had changed it's overall appearance. She clearly remembered that it was still a wooden-like doll with no apparent features when she left this morning. She picked up the now human-like doll and admired how handsome it had become despite the same string tied around its neck. If she didn't know better, the doll's handsome appearance seemed almost familiar. Her fingers slightly held onto one of the bow-tied ends and contemplated if she wanted to pull it loose or not. While quietly staring at the doll she wondered why it had changed yet didn't resemble an exact person she had desired to replace Bogum.

"Wait a minute. Was it because of what happened earlier? Did I do something?"

Joohyun was immediately reminded of the gemstones from earlier. Her eyes widened as she realized that she may have made an unconscious wish when she tasted one.

"What's going to happen now?" She asked to no one in particular.

"Is it going to be bad or good?"

She glanced around her anxiously before settling her eyes onto the doll. She nodded with a determined face as it oddly gave her courage instead.

"Well, I've come this far."

Joohyun told herself as she slowly pulled the string of the bow-tied loose.

"Everything has been decided and I need to see it to the end."

Once the red string became detached from the humanized-like doll did the two items fly out of her hands and into the air. They swirled above her head and around the room before disappearing altogether in a bright yet dark reddish glow. Joohyun shield her eyes from the brightness before she blankly stared at the area where they were once floating before taking a deep breath. She inhaled deeply before releasing it and went about the rest of her day like nothing had occured and letting the grim reaper's doing do it's thing.

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defenderrosetyler · 5 years ago

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Searching for Distraction

Summary: A restless night leaves Dean searching for something to clear his head. Little did he know, that person, was you.

Pairing: Dean x You

Word Count: 1,601

Warnings: Drinking, cheaters, possible smut

A/N: Okay, on this blog, this is my first attempt at a One-shot like this. I want to thank so much the help of @deanwanddamons for their help in Beta & even for helping me with this lovely picture. Hope you all enjoy this & if you want me to write more like this.

Tags: @simsadventures

As Dean sat in the War Room of the bunker, he sighed. There were so many things roaming his mind. Sam had Eileen. Sure, he had girlfriends in the past. Lisa, and Cassie to name but a few. But part of Dean had always wanted to settle down and have the 'Apple Pie' life as he called it.

His Mom and Dad had done well. Up until his mother's death of course. But would he be granted the same happiness?

The need to get out of the bunker suddenly overwhelmed him, so grabbing his jacket and keys, he decided to take Baby out for a drive as he needed a drink. Sure, there was beer back at the bunker, but there weren't other distractions to help take his mind off everything, so he headed for the nearest bar.

Dean let out a contented sigh, hearing the all too familiar rumble of the 67 Chevy Impala’s engine. It was his most prized possession. Dean had basically convinced his father to purchase the damn thing. The elder Winchester let the engine rumble and idle for a moment, taking a deep breath to gather his thoughts together. How long had it even been since John had made a deal with that yellow eyed bastard? Deep in the back of his mind, Dean knew that if he hadn’t, he wouldn't be alive right now.

Placing the vehicle into drive, he left the garage and drove out onto the rain slicked pavement. His mind was wandering as it did most evenings. He needed to clear his head, and he knew he could do this with a glass of bourbon in his hands. Dean would welcome the distraction of a woman in bed beside him in the skanky hotels he’d come accustomed to. He and his brother Sam.

Sam. Now he was a subject that he’d rather not think about this evening.

“Damn it.” he mutters to the empty car.

The drive was a good 15 minutes. The further away he was from the bunker, or in this case the distractions and wandering of his mind, the better he’d feel. Dean puts the car into park looking up at the bright neon sign of the bar. Stepping out of the Impala, he makes his way inside and sits at the nearest stool. Glancing up he sees a large set of breasts in his face. Normally, this would be a major turn on for him, but for reasons he couldn’t understand, he wasn’t interested.

“What can I get you hot stuff?” The blonde woman purrs as she attempts to flirt with him. Dean’s green eyes looked into the bartender's blue ones.

“Bourbon please, and leave the bottle.” He says, his voice raspy and low, his usual deep baritone. She nodded and winked. Clearly this woman knew how to flirt and more often than not, she earned tips for it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he feels someone sit beside him.

“What brings you here?” Dean asks, noticing the tear tracks on the woman’s cheeks. It was clear she’d been crying and he wanted to help her.

“Don’t flatter yourself hot stuff, I’m way out of your league.” The woman snaps, venom in her voice. The tone was full of heartbreak and sadness, yet there was an undertone of anger. Dean shakes his head and rolls his eyes at her. This was SO not what he wanted when he came to the bar. Then again, this woman seems in need of the same distractions that craves.

“How do you know if I’m out of your league, if you don’t even know me?” He says. His emerald green eyes examine her body. If this was her drinking away her sorrows due to a break up of some kind, the other man she’d been with had no idea what he’d lost. She was plus size, not the average tall skinny blonde Dean was accustomed to sleeping with, but he was intrigued.

“So, what’s your name?“ Dean asks

“Y/N” she responds with sadness in her voice.

“Well Y/N, let me at least ask this question. What brings you here at 3 am?” Dean asks, pulling his stool closer to her.

“I came home from work to find my boyfriend in bed with another man. Something he kept hidden from me while we have been dating for over the past two years.” She snaps, her voice breaking with emotion. Shit.

Dean feels as if he’s been slapped by her words. If he was in Y/N’s shoes and came in on a scene like that.

Dean clears his throat as he looks over at her and offers her a glass of the amber liquid he had. “Y/N….I’m sorry.” he says simply.

Y/N looks over at the muscular arms of the elder Winchester and raises her eyebrows at him, “Tell me Dean, what brings you here?” Y/N asks, her hair falling across her face. Giving him a similar look to what he had given her.

“Couldn’t sleep.” His voice trailed off. He couldn’t tell her about the hunts. For one thing, it was dangerous. He’d be putting Y/N in danger, the danger that seemed to follow Dean and Sam everywhere they had gone. “My job is just a little stressful and I’ve got a lot on my mind. One thing I will tell you though, is the jackass that dumped you for a guy? It’s his loss.” He pauses as he lets the amber liquid burn down his throat. “I’d consider myself lucky if I had someone like you on my arm and in my bed.”

Y/N looks at him bewildered, confused even. This man barely knew her, and yet he was basically telling her in the bluntest of terms, that he’d take her home. Normally, Y/N wasn’t up for one night stands, yet this man was willing to help her cope. Y/N clears her throat as she downed her shot as she looks over at Dean. “I um….I don’t have anywhere to stay tonight. Do you know of somewhere that I could stay? Ya know, till I get back on my feet again?”

Dean nods as he looks into Y/N eyes. He found himself lost in their color. Drawing him in. Clearing his throat, Dean pulled out his wallet and keys.

“My place isn’t too far from here but, now with both of us having indulged in this wonderful liquid, the last thing I want to do is risk your life. What my intention is for tonight,” he stands and offers her his hand, as he pulls her close to him. “Is to show you how a man should treat his girl.” Dean purrs. His tone is full of the desire and lust, his lips inching closer to hers. Damn, she smelt amazing.

The tension is broken when the flirty blonde walks back to check on them. Dean clears his throat and backs away, handing her the current fake credit card he’d applied for. Dean knew of a motel just up the road where they could crash for the night, and if Y/N was willing, he’d do something he’s never done. Bring a girl home to the bunker. The tab paid, he takes Y/N’s hand in order to begin their trip towards the small run down motel.

“You had no idea this scumbag was screwing around on you behind your back?” He asks her to break the silence once they check in. Retrieving their key, they find the door of the room. Opening the door, Dean lets out an annoyed groan. One. Fucking. Bed. Sure, Dean thinks to himself, he may get lucky, but what if she didn’t want to sleep with him? What if Y/N wanted time to herself?

“I, um….I guess I’ll be taking the sofa.” he says scratching the back of his neck. Pulling out his phone, he sent a message to Sam, letting him know what was happening. That way, his brother wouldn’t worry. But he still had a nagging doubt. Did she want to sleep with him? He wasn’t going to sleep in his jacket, so he removed it, tossing it on one of the free chairs.

Y/N sighs as she looks at the other man, her fingers laced together in front of her. Clearing her throat, Y/N decides to call out the elephant in the room. “Why do you want to sleep with me if my own ex boyfriend didn’t want to?” making Dean’s head snap up in shock and astonishment.

“Oh, sweetheart,” He purrs as he steps towards her. He raises his hands to cup her cheeks and presses his forehead against hers, “I know how a woman should be treated, and the way that bastard has treated you? That isn’t it.”

His voice is soft, as if he were comforting a small child. His lips move towards hers, hovering just barely inches from them touching. Damn it, he can’t hold back anymore. Dean closes the gap between them and presses his lips to hers. They are soft, and gentle. Just like she seems to be. You can learn a lot about a person from a kiss. Dean knows that from experience, but he may have heard it from some movie he’d seen but for the life of him, couldn’t recall what it was.

It is Y/N who pulls back first to catch her breath. Her hands wrap around Dean’s waist, keeping their bodies close. Slowly, she opens her eyes. They look into Dean’s the shade of an emerald mixed with the green of the forest.

“Yes, show me how I should be treated.” Y/N whispers.

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