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Undisclosed Desires - Part 23
Joe Goldberg x female!reader
Summary: Twenty minutes before he would have met Guinevere Beck, Joe meets you instead. You intruige him, but it will soon become clear that there is something off about you. Words: 867
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We already see Joe killing Ron on the show. I figured I don't have to describe it again. Besides, things are getting interesting...
DISCLAIMER: the towns and situations described in this chapter are fictionalized. There is no Nehalenia College in Koewacht. IDEK what is in Koewacht. (Koe means cow, so maybe a lot of cows??)
I have been very busy these last three days, (Y/n).
Nobody will miss Ron, but I miss you and I have been neglecting you. I feel bad. We have only texted a few times, and you say you are busy and jetlagged. But I can tell youâre just giving me an excuse to be distant, because when I text you, you respond right away.
I have been a bad boyfriend, but I think if you knew why I was so busy these last few days, youâd forgive me. I hope you would, but I canât exactly tell you, so instead I just lounge on your bed and I text you:
ME: Hey lovely.
YOU: hey!
ME: What are you up to?
YOU: well itâs 8 pm
YOU: so nm
YOU: watching this dutch talk show w my grandpa
YOU: hes annoyed im on my phone lol
ME: Go watch the show, (Y/n). I donât want to piss off your grandfather before I even get there.
YOU: yessir! love u
ME: I love you, too.
I am so tired. I was hoping we could call for a little bit, but if you're at your grandparentsâ house, I don't want to push it. Instead I take a shower in your bathroom and use your soap so I smell like you. Then, in my own, clean clothes which I keep at your place, I get on your bed and take out your laptop.
As always, your WhatsApp texts are open. I haven't checked them much since we got together - we are good together and I don't need to know everything you talk about with everyone - but there are new texts from a name I don't recognize.
And you are texting this person right now. I thought you couldn't be on your phone?
The texts are in Dutch, but they started about an hour ago and there aren't that many yet, so I take the time to translate them.
MITCH: hey hey! heard you're in NL? wanna get together?
YOU: sorry man, kinda busy
MITCH: ouch. did you just blow me off?
YOU: uhhhh kinda?
YOU: it's nothing personal
YOU: my boyfriendâs coming in 2 days
I smile.
MITCH: since when do you have a boyfriend lol
YOU: a few months now
MITCH: and i guess itâs serious?
YOU: pretty serious
MITCH: wtf
YOU: ?
MITCH: i kinda thought we had a thing, you know?
YOU: mitchâŚ
YOU: you gotta get over this
MITCH: and what is it you think i have to âget overâ?
YOU: you know what
That last message, you sent while I was reading the other ones, and I have to translate it separately. Apparently Mitch does know what, because he doesnât respond anymore. But I donât know what, and I really wish you would specify.
You send a message to Nadia:
YOU: guess who just texted meâŚ
NADIA: Who?
YOU: mitch
NADIA: Ew. Block him.
Thank you, Nadia!
YOU: i canât just block him đ you know what happens when i block him
NADIA: You want to stay at my place tonight?
YOU: could i? i donât wanna tell my grandparents about thisâŚ
NADIA: Hey, at least Joe will be here soon! Then you wonât be all alone in your big scary AirBNB.
YOU: lol
YOU: i canât wait tho
YOU: đđ
I frown. Normally Iâd be happy that you canât wait for me to get there, but right now I just want to know who this Mitch guy is.
He is not on your Twitter and he is not on Nadiaâs Instagram. All I have are his texts to you and looking for his number on Google does absolutely nothing.
But when I look up your high school, along with Mitchâs name and yours, I finally find something interesting: two news articles with your names in them.
I Google your name again. Thereâs your high school picture. You went to Het Nehalennia College but when I try to translate the rest of the text again, I still canât make sense of it - it must be full of spelling errors, because some words just will not make sense.
I try to look Mitch up, using all sorts of combinations. Your school and his name, his name and yours... Nothing.
From: Omroep Zeeland, June 21st, 2017
KOEWACHT - YESTERDAY AT 3:00 in the afternoon, high school student at Nehalennia College, Mitch Wegganger, was arrested on suspicion of stalking and attempted assault against his classmate, (Y/n) (Y/l/n). The stalking allegedly started after (Y/l/n) stood up for Wegganger against a classmate in March. (Y/l/n) did not return our requests for comment.
From: Omroep Zeeland, June 23rd, 2017
KOEWACHT - HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT Mitch Wegganger - who was arrested early this week on suspicion of stalking his classmate (Y/n) (Y/l/n) - was released this morning after (Y/l/n) withdrew her report. Wegganger: âThis is all a huge misunderstanding. I didn't stand outside (Y/n)'s house and hurt her. I just wanted to talk to her.â
(Y/l/n) is still unavailable for comment.
I canât believe this.
You, (Y/n), have a stalker.
And you didnât tell me about him.
#joe goldberg#penn badgley#you netflix#joe goldberg imagine#joe goldberg x reader#imagine#joe goldberg x female!reader#joe goldberg x y/n#joe goldberg x you#x reader
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Stan Marsh headcanons?
first i love my main au stan because he's so !! and because he goes thru lots of changes as he grows up,,
Tw for alcoholism, depression, s/h, attempted sewerslide, hospitalization...its stan what did you expect
Most popular stan hc ever: he's an alcoholic. But like,,, till he's like, 12-13, he only drinks in the mornings so it helps him get through the day, like antidepressants but bad đ
When he's 12-13 some people his age start drinking for fun, and so he sees it's socially ok so he starts doing it too
Yeah everything is way less shitty in the moment, but when he's sober it's even worse than before. Oops
Well anyway his friends don't really notice he's doing this, sure they're kinda concerned when they hang out and he's getting drunk, but yk,, typical Stan it's not that bad
This is an obvious one but he's depressed asf
And btw. All sp kids have gotten something misdiagnosed in their lives, like this is canon the medical system in that town sucks
So Stan has anxiety, but it was misdiagnosed as asthma (haha not me projecting)
He didn't get it diagnosed right until he was in his teens
But he doesn't have it anymore
He also has insomnia and BPD
The amount of times he's split on Kyle is insane
Anyway about his depression !!
It remained undiagnosed for a Long while
It got better and worse and better and worse and yeah you get it
On the worst episodes he would spend weeks not getting out of bed
At the beginning he'd say he's sick but at some point he gave up and stopped with excuses
His friends (Kyle mostly) would check on him but he wouldn't really talk to them much (on another episode of: stan giving up on life!)
Also he would spend time with the goth kids sometimes, mainly when he was at the worst points
The goths were kinda pissed he would leave them every time he felt better, but Stan's kinda their adopted kid lmao they have a soft spot for him<3
Welp anyway he starts s/h-ing at 11-12
At first it's not really noticeable but soon it gets worse
He covers it with wristbands but eventually the wristbands don't cover it all
And so, after his parents find out, at 13 he goes to the psych ward for the 1st time
It's only for a couple weeks, but it gets him to get so much worse
Nobody at school knows what he was doing for those weeks, besides Kyle because Stan went to him first thing after he got let out
Kyle is Worried. btw.
He gets hospitalized 2 more times after that
Once at 15 after he attempts
And another at 16, after a huge ass breakdown in which he asked his parents to take him there because he was scared of what he'd do otherwise
People in town only know about the one of when he was 15 (it was big news)
Besides Kyle and Kenny, Kyle because Stan tells him every time and Kenny because,,,he's Kenny he just Knows
After the 2nd hospitalization, he starts taking actual antidepressants
They don't do That Much but they still work better than nothing
Short after the 3rd time he goes to the psych ward, he finally manages to stop s/h
And slowly he stops covering his scars, as they're a reminder of how he's healing :)
Since he's 14, he starts bleaching his hair every few months
Now it's closer to straw than to hair but whatever issok
It's also incredibly greasy, so much it's insane
When it's really really bad he wears a dark blue beanie with some pins of obscure bands and some his friends gave him
His clothes are mostly black, and the ones that aren't are still alt
He wears eyeshadow all the time
And his parents don't allow him to get tattoos so he and his friends draw on himself instead
He's still in Crimson Dawn, he's the main singer and guitarist :)
His guitar is red and he takes so much care of it
The same can't be said about its case, that thing's fucked up
He's also the one who writes most songs, it's become kind of a coping mechanism for him<3
They're not famous, but they're not completely unknown either - they've played in some cities besides South Park, and they have a bunch of listeners on Spotify
They're the kind of band that almost nobody knows but the ones who do are the most loyal fans ever
"wHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW CD??? You gotta listen to them Right Now"
By the way Stan is late to every practice
The days when he's not arrived at least 10 minutes late are almost non-existent
Same for school
At school his worst subject is definitely math
(He probably has dyscalculia but he doesn't have it diagnosed)
He likes music best obviously
He's also pretty good at history and English
Btw he has a musicals phase for a year or two
His favorites are the historical ones, like Hamilton and Les Miserables
His family life isn't the best
He stays at Tedrigri farms on weekends, the rest of the time he spends it at his mother's
Shelly's kinda physically abusive still, but not as much as when they were kids
Btw he fucking hates staying at Tedigri so most nights he cycles to Kyle's or Kenny's instead
Fun fact he has a scar on his side from when he was 13
The m4 were jumping a fence to get to this one abandoned house (Butters was grounded)
And when it was Stan's turn he got cut with the fence and fell
That scar is huge and he's super insecure about it
Another fun fact he plays Brawl Stars
His favorite brawlers are Brock and Kit
And in general also the ones with attacks like Shelly's and Bull's
He's bisexual :) and ultimately broke up with Wendy when he was 16
(one of the things that triggered that huge breakdown btw)
He also had so many gender crisis, finally he decided he's just non-binary (he/him) because everything else was way too confusing
Aaaand i think that's it? Tell me what you think :D
#boy this is long#long story short Stan is getting better<3#he's really fucked up still but definitely much better than before#south park#south park hcs#south park headcanons#south park au#south park fandom#south park fanfiction#south park stan#stan sp#stan marsh#stan marsh headcanons#stan marsh sp#stan hcs#my hcs#my headcanons#headcanons#teen headcanons#teen au#tw sh#tw depression#tw sui implied#tw alchoholism#anon ask#answered#starlight chronicles
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ok iâm about to go to bed but iâm like halfway thru the main stories of everyone and hereâs my octopath 2 thoughts so far:
gameplay:
Hikari go brrrrrrr. this guy hits like a damn truck
also, i learned how concoct works finally and i am now a true concoct beliver. luv u castti <3
a lot of stuff was nerfed for some classes, some of it i like, some of it i miss
-no more 8stack reflect magic damage, RIP. cleric final ability is no longer a double cast but instead allows the target to take an extra turn after everyone else (i like this one, opens a lot of cool stuff you can do, but you also need to manage bp more if you wanna max your damage or casts instead of just getting double. cleric also now has an SP stealing staff move, reflect is replaced with a shielding move that prevents a % of damage based on boost, and also gains a physical and elemental buff. overall really good changes to the class.
scholar no longer has double hit spells. i kinda miss these, i really didnât get much use out of the new skills scholar has, except for elemental barrage, which can be good for scouting weaknesses or big damage if solo targeting. but it means enemies with primarily magic based weaknesses are more annoying to break.
i think those two classes got the biggest overhauls. everything else of the 8 main classes seems to have its biggest tools intact (leghold, donate bp, etc) so i was pretty familiar with how to setup and beat bosses pretty efficiently. i do miss the generic multi hit wind and dark spells a lot thoâŚ.
otherwise, despite overall nerfs to some of the stronger more abusable strategies (iâm told runelord tressa equivalent is still in the game tho) latent power is balancing that out by being also busted as hell and fun to use. all of them are unique and a fun extra management tool that can make or break your turns. (poor castti tho, if you have enough money, hers is kind of irrelevant.)
ok anyways MINOR GAMEPLAY SPOILER TIME. THIS IS A SPOILER WARNING FOR MINOR PARTS OF CASTTI, HIKARI, PARTITIO, AND THRONEâS BOSS FIGHTS IN THEIR CHAPTERS.
SPOILERS START HERE:
ok. donât really like how casttis chapter 4 boss has basically the same gimmick as alfyns, with max hp reducing poison. i think this fight is harder than alfyns by a little bit tho.
Hikaris final chapter is. super long. thereâs 3 whole boss fights in the last chapter, so be ready for a lot of those in a row. i found the second boss harder than the third fight tho.. lol. itâs again also kinda similar to olberics ch4 so i already knew how to cheese it a bit, though it wasnât as easy to set up on this guy.
partitios ch4 was piss easy, just did not hit very hard lol. and i donât think the boss has that much health
throne ch4 was also pretty easy, but had a pretty cool unique mechanic. makes you play a bit different with it because of it, so you gotta get creative sometimes or compromise on your damage etc. good stuff even if it wasnât too bad on me.
OK. THIS IS STORY SPOILER WARNING. IM GOING TO BE TALKING ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS AT THE END OF THE 4 CHAPTERS I JUST MENTIONED, SO CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED
SPOILERS NOW:
casttis story was ok. didnât like it as much as alfyns in ot1 but it wasnât terrible. i think iâm just usually not that big on amnesia plot lines. i like castti a lot in her travel banters tho, sheâs actually pretty funny compared to how serious she always is in her story chapters.
hikari was pretty alright too. i think his evil demon blood is probably tied to galdera in some way, but they never actually explain where it comes from in his route and i was kinda waiting on it the whole time. kinda funny he becomes king and all, gets crowned, and then weâre off to go to partitios silly capitalism project with the new king of ku in tow.
partitio himself is probably my favorite traveler so far, but i think his story falls a little flat at the end. mostly because mr roque gets literally no comeuppance at the end despite literally ruining multiple towns worthâs of peoples lives by putting them in abject poverty and extorting them. partitio just goes iâll hire you and weâre back to hunky-dory. kinda wish he didnât accept defeat and suicided or was killed by his own creation or something more fitting, partitio never even confronts him for scamming his family and altering the contract. like come on man.
Throne. i donât know how i feel about this one, the chapter 4 is. insane. you will never predict how the fuck her story wraps up, so i actually wonât even say even with the spoiler warning. just go fucking play the chapter 4 lol. i like the stuff in her chapter 3s with mother and father tho, even if itâs edgy and whatever. throne also has some fun travel dialogues, i like her well enough. itâs just that the chapter 4 is so bonkers i canât decide how i feel about it and her lol. idk
looking forward to the other 4! i think all the stories are solid despite if it seems like im saying otherwise here, theyâre definitely on par with the first game, which i think had quite a bit simpler plots lol. cant wait to get to the cross character chapters as well!
#octopath#octopath traveler#octopath traveler 2#octopath spoilers#i leveled everone in the b team and iâm gonna start their ch2s tomorrow
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SP Fantasies- Forgotten Memories (Part 2)
A/N: Sorry, I forgot to out the title of the first part and which part it was! đ
Part 1 Part 3
My head ached as I heard a loud muffled ringing against my ear, groaning at the annoying sound. I slide my hand underneath my pillow, grumbling about the bright screen of the phone in my hand. Lowering the brightness, I look at the contact name.
Mother
FaceTime Audio
I groan into my pillow, answering the phone call and pulling the phone up to my ear. âHello?â I slur, my eyes slowly giving into the sleepiness that I barely give effort to fight off.
âWas there an ambulance at the house?â My mother asks me, a cold stern tone in her voice; much similar to my fathers from before. I mute the call and let out a scoff, pissed off that this is what I have to wake up to.
Unmuting the call, I open my mouth to reply to her. âYeah.â I bluntly say.
âWhat happened?â My mother investigates, that annoying sass in her voice doing my patience to justice.
I roll my eyes, as if she was right there by my bed with me. I pay no attention to the sound of her voice and âpretendâ to drift back to sleep. âHello?â I hear my mother call multiple times, each time her voice gets louder and her temper obviously raising. Giving into my slumber, I turn down the volume of my phone. To the point where I can still hear her, but also to the point I can peacefully go to sleep as well. What? Iâve only slept for an hour, I need my sleep!
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I once again wake up, this pit in my stomach leaving me uneasy while I lay in my covers. After a while of staring at my wall; I sit up and begin my morning routine, rushing around the house to get me, my siblings, Oxford, and the house ready for the day.
Last night was horrifying, a day I will never forget. I mean, itâs not everyday that a drunk man breaks into your room when youâre asleep. Gosh, I shouldâve left that man for dead instead of soaking up that blood and ruining my favorite shirt.  Seriously wasnât worth it, man.Â
My father had left early in the morning, he apparently found a job as bodyguard at some ârestaurantâ spot open so heâs going to try it out. Because of this, iâm left in charge of the house. However, because of the incident last night, my dad screwed all the windows and doors in real good. Leavinâ a plank of wood against the window slider, making it almost impossible to break open.
While my brother, Theodore, was sweeping the living room and hallway, we suddenly heard a knock on the door. I turned to look at Harper and Theodore and put a finger on my lips, signaling for them to keep silent. I walk over to the door and peek through the hole in the door, seeing a little girl with brown hair fidgeting with her fingers nervously with a boy in what seems like a orange jacket. Or.. maybe a parka? I donât know, iâve never been good with recognizing clothing types.
My resting face softens, my lips curving up at the sight of the adorable little girl. I take a moment of consideration on whether or not I would be allowed to open the door when weâre home alone, even if itâs just for kids our age. Suddenly, the boyâat least what I think is a boyâlocks eyes with me through the peep hole. Holy shit, what the fiddlesticks!? His eyes shine up a little, like how Karenâs eyes shone yesterday at the sight of Oxford. Except, his seemed a little off. Oh my god, what if heâs planning my death!? Heâs probably Karenâs older brother and super overprotective, heâs probably here to slit my throat!
I nervously fiddle with the lock on the door, accidentally twisting it too far and unlocking the front door. Theodore lets out a dramatic, âIâm going to tell on youâ gasp behind me while Harper runs over to Oxford whoâs tensed up on his kennel. Well, I guess itâs too late now. I practically have to open the door now. Turning the handle and peeking my head out the door, I give the pair a awkward, forced smile.
âHi, [name]!â Karen peeps, gracing me with her toothy grin once again. I look down at her, giving her aâstill forcedâwider smile.
âHi, Karen. Whyâre you here?â I force out my throat, completely awkward. I feel the bullet stares coming from both the boy next to Karen and Theodore who stopped sweeping and snuck behind me. Oxford suddenly runs over to the door, sniffing Karenâs familiar scent from behind my leg. For some reason, Karenâs brotherâat least from what iâm assumingâlooks horrified at the sight of Oxford. I shoot him a confused look before bringing my attention back to Karen and Oxford.
â[name], whoâs that?â Theodore shouts oh-so-embarrassingly.
I turned around, looking him dead in the eye; telling him to shut up or heâs going to get it when they leave. Much to my satisfaction, Theodore closed him mouth and only peeked out at the two. âI came to play with Oxford!â Karen said, her voice filled with so much joy. Putting thought into her words I realized I had invited her to play with Oxford today without realizing. I put some more thought into this playdate, it canât be too bad if theyâre the ones entering our house, right?
I take a step back, pushing the rat behind me to back up. Theodore growled and snarled at meâmuch like the weird fucking furry he wasâand stomped back to continue his sweeping. I watched as Karen and the tangerine walked into the house, eyeing the boy suspiciously as he seemed to be eyeing Oxford. He seemed tense from the very moment Oxford ran up to Karen. Maybe some trauma response?
I sat, crouched on the living room carpet with Oxford between my arms and legs. My attempt to keep him in the house, avoiding any chances he runs outside to this new, strange change of environment.
The tangerine behind Karen closed the front door, I took that as a signal that Oxford could be set free. Oxford instantly ran up to Karen, jumping and licking her all over. His jumping became too much because soon Karen fell down, laid on the ground on her back giggling and laughing as Oxfordâs smelly breath covered her face.
âOxford!â I shout, grabbing a hold of him and gently tossing him into his kennel to calm down.
The orange hooded boy squat down to help Karen sit up, rubbing the dog saliva off her face with the sleeve of his jacket. Walking towards Karen to help her on her feet, I notice the boy is seemingly glaring at Oxford. Damn, he must either be extremely overprotective or he just has a built up hatred towards dogs.
âSorry Karen,â I apologize, âI shouldâve warned you.â I reach my hand out for her which she graciously accepts.
âItâs okay!â Karen beams, flashing me with her signature, sweet smile. I pull her back to her feet, sending her a small smile back. Glancing back at the boy, I accidentally lock eye contact with him. If I could, I probably would have dropped dead right then and there. Almost as fast as our eyes met one another, my eyes darted away from the tangerine.
One again, Karen must have noticed this. âAre you okay, [name]?â Karen asked me as she stood back up onto her two feet. âIâm fine, Karen. Donât worry about me.â I reassured her.
âUm.. itâll probably be better to wait for him to tire out.â I informed the two.
Looking back at the messy house still in cleaning, I showed them to my room. âWell, since youâre here, do you want anything?â I asked the pair, fiddling with the handle of my door. âOh!â I gasped, remembering something for Karen. Stepping over to my bed, I kneeled down onto my knees and pulled out a plastic bin of toys from throughout my childhood. Karen let out a dramatIc gasp and ran over beside me. âYou can keep all of these, Karen.â I told her, scooting the bin over to her.
âReally!? This is all for me?â She asked, her eyes sparkling in the sun joyfully.
âMmhmmâ I nodded.
Karen excitedly took out each toy, looking over the ones the loved the most. Smiling at her, I turned my head over to the tangerine to my side. âUh, do you want anything? I can give you a snack, same for Karen.â I awkwardly stated, fidgeting with my fingers and the hem of my shirt. âMe and Karenâll take some snacks.â The orange boy murmured into is parka. I nodded and asked him if he wanted to come with me.Â
Walking with the boy beside me, I lead him into the kitchen and to the snack cabinet. âYou can take whatever you want.â I told him, opening the cabinet and backing up to make room for him. Swiftly, he took quite literally all of the snacks we have available. âWould it be rude to tell him to put it back?â I ask myself, the fidgeting progressively getting worse. I thought back to the houses we drove by. If heâs one of our neighborsâand looking back at the side of the fence Karen was at yesterdayâthey must be struggling a LOT. Surely 5 big boxes of snacks wouldnât hurt.. right? The only downfall is putting up with Theodore and Harperâs whining.
Walking back to my room, I eyed Theodore telling him to mind his own business using my stare. Opening my room door, I was suddenly tackled into a hug. âThank you, [name]!â Karen squealed, tightening her hug every second. âFor what?â I asked her, awkwardly draping my arms over her some-what tall figure. âYour dolls are so cool, are you sure I can keep them?â Karen asked, a big grin plastered along her face while practically jumping up and down. âYeah, why wouldnât you?â I laughed, copying the same wide grin she has on her own face.
Karen looked back towards the boy, âKenny, come! I want to show you all of the cool dolls [name] has!â She tugged on âKennyâsâ orange sleeve and dragged him over to the pile of toys that she had stacked in a circle.
Hours later of chatting and getting to know Kenny, trying to subtly introduce my siblings, attempting to get Kenny to become softer with Oxford, and ignoring all my momâs calls, I had to tell Kenny and Karen that they had to leave. âBye, [name]!â The two siblings called out as they began to walk home, waving back towards us. âBye!â My and my siblings returned, waving at them from the front door.
Turning back to my siblings, I rush them deeper into the house. "Hurry up and clean before father gets home." I demanded them, flicking Theodore's forehead. I scoffed at me, hitting me on my shoulder as I walked away cackling like a Disney villain. "Stupid fucking bitch..." My brother muttered underneath his breath as he continued sweeping the floor. Harper simply looked between the two of us and gasped, sitting on the couch while she stared at us.
"What did you just say?" I asked him, prepared to turn this into a war-zone if my anger requires so.
"You're a fucking bitch! Did you not hear me, ding dong?" My brother taunted, hitting me with the broom. Luckily for me, my dad so happened to walk into the doorway. Witnessing what my brother was doing to poor ol' innocent me.
HAH, FUCKING STUPID BITCH! GET WHAT YOU DESERVE!!
My dad looked at my brother, furious. "Theodore, what the fuck did I say about hitting girls?" He asked, flicking my brother on the back of his head. Theodore looked up at him, quietly muttering wordsâthat I'm pretty sure is cursing my name and wishing death upon meâas he glared into his eyes.
"Woah..." Harper said, muffling laughter into the couch's pillows.
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Undead again 4x22
breaking in TO CASTLE'S PLACE? IS THAT A DOG? OH NO ALEXIS! Not a dog, maybe a gun? also who has their device zoomed that far out? Who goes page-by-page instead of scrolling? Oh it's dad. Lol I miss their laser tag games RC: Wait. Let me savor this. I haven't gotten the drop on you since you were ten. Oh, this feels likeâŚvictory.
Aw he doesn't force the game when alexis wants to talk. Good. I remember she said stuff about oxford a few seasons ago. s2 I think. Girl I LOVE living at home during college. It is great. I brought home litres upon litres of soup my first block of my first term. I couldn't eat all of it by myself! Alexis you are so wrong. Adults need play too!
RC: No, it's not [just a game]. It's--it's a time-honored family tradition that we've been honoring since Alexis could wrap her little finger around a trigger! Also a thousand points is a lot less than you think when you play for years ADULTS NEED PLAY TOO
Yeah it IS kind of your fault rick. Yeah! At least let her know why! This man is surprisingly emotionally stunted I love martha so much But also Rick you probably should check with the mystery man that it's ok for you to leave.
KB, to esposito, who has drank coffee often throughout the show: You said you didn't like coffee. JE, the ex-military pig who made fun of his friend for drinking warm milk with honey before bed bc it helped his GF sleep: I like vanilla lattes! Wow becks is pretty af
SP: Ah, our intrepid heroes have arrived. And Castle. I love him so much RC: Ah, Perlmutter. I will treasure these special moments we've shared. KB: *did he just drop a hint he's leaving?*
SP: It's not just a bite mark. Look at the skin. You see how it's torn? The killer latched on and shook like a pit bull trying to tear off the flesh. KB: *wow that was a violent description* Ooh castle knows the right stuff about clothing. Neat.
4am is p early lol. Ah the bakers & foreign traders of the world. Oddball how? Charlie also got murked & HIS body was dumped?
RC: Well, that's a shame. This case had some real promise. Savage bite marks, reconstruction era clothing. Gets some mystery here, a whiff of intrigue. Now we're just slapping cuffs on some disgruntled employee. KB: RC: Just wanted this one to be special. He's just going to be naked I swear.
DANG HE'S LOCKED UP
RC: Relax, Charlie. Relax. We're cops. Charlie Coleman: You're a cop? KB: Yeah. CC: Is that your gun? [Beckett raises her eyebrows.] KB: Yeah. CC: You need to shoot me. Do it now! [Charlie squeezes his eyes shut and presents his chest to her.]
CC: he stared right past me with this weird look on his face and then he said, "What the hell is that?"! RC: What the hell was it?
"yeah sure I promise" not very convincing babe CC: Promise that you will use your gun on me when I start to turn. KB: !?!?!? That's a heck of a bite mark
the 911 operator would assume there are drugs involved & try to get him to come down from his high tbh. RC, totally correct: I believe he believes it.
RC: Oh! Wai-- um⌠Sorry. Let me make sure I understand so that I might properly relish this moment. You're saying⌠JE, turning to him in, idk disgust? annoyance? well his face is so great here I think I'll clip it: *thinking: don't touch me* RC, talking too slow: âŚthe evidence shows Charlie and the victim both were bitten by an as yet unknown third party. JE, overlapping & speaking fast: That's what I just sai-- RC, interrupting & talking slow & AGAIN TOUCHING ESPOSITO: Perhaps even⌠JE: *looking so pissed that castle keeps touching him* RC: âŚa mindless, shuffling, âŚundead third party. KB: Castle, just stop. There's no such thing as a zombie. KR, entering: GuysâŚyou gotta see this. Oh he's def going to show "proof" of zombies. I love how ryan slowly has gotten more & more castle-like throughout the show, he believes more things & spins more theories btw he is hot af holy crap I need to grab a pic of this
RC: Our killer's a zombie! *high fives some random cop who probably didn't know that he was going to claim the killer was a freaking zombie*
castle is surprisingly calm. I thought he would get into the bunker he def owns.
RC: Security camera caught him in all his putrefying glory. MR: Woo-oo. I don't supposed you downloaded this video by chance? RC: Absolutely not. That video is police property. It would be very, very wrong of me toâŚget a screen grab of it and e-mail it to myself.
MARTHA LURED HIM IN & THEN SHE FRICKING DESCENDED FROM THE CEILING
It has been a full day since they caught the case? bc rick was with martha & alexis there & alexis said "my act yesterday" & now they are wearing different clothes but they barely did anything yesterday. well they did a bunch of security footage so nvm. & they had to calm down a guy enough to bring him to the station.
Why didn't he take his car home tho? when he got bit?
Need to clip this scene with ryan & coleman. (btw his fidgeting? point for the adhd headcanon) & his pretty smile. & playing on charlie's level. *puts it back on ryan's chest & closes the door on himself* & then ryan's FACE it's so GOOD
RC: Charlie has not been wrong yet Me: ... That's true & then castle has a nice leather suit jacket, beckett has a pretty yellow leather jacket, the boys are pretty enough
KR: I mean,.. he does,,, look like a real zombie? JE: "A real zombie"? I'm embarrassed for you, bro. I wish my lipreading was better I figured it out KR: Is that true? RC: ye
JE: Only in New York could some guy dress like a friggin' zombie and walk down the street unnoticed. Yeah lol he's right
Howston? JE: I'll tell you where he went: Booty call. "chica" That's a heck of a name, Mastroianni
Heck of a ring I like espt's shirt bc it's smth I would wear but it is smth I wear bc I live in canada & have scars, not smth I'd wear to work The way they interrogate her... continuing to ask her questions, figuring out tom knew where he worked, standing, it is an interesting choice for them to be standing
This man is kind of interesting looking. I like his outfit How do you know the height of the zombie? "what the hell is that?" Who is at the library at that time???
RC: What about recently deceased friends and coworkers? But castle, they would not be wearing 1870s garb Yeah for sure, psychological issues thinking he's a zombie KB: What kind of chemical? KR: Uh, I won't even begin to try to pronounce it, but it is used in three factories in New York and New Jersey. (it turns out to be a relatively easy-to-pronounce chemical) Ryan is saying this to castle not to becket... interesting
Wow & it is dark out?? RC: All I know is that normal people don't come to places like this at 2:00 AM in the morning. I can't hear anything but I'm also deaf They totally should have been able to hear the moaning too (I've totally done things where some friends & I start running yelling "run" & then people come along with us. It is not that they are stupid, it is that they trust other human beings. We get a whole bunch of ppl running. How did they get behind them too? I totally would have shot earlier tbh, she would have gotten in trouble for shooting a civillian
Lol the one zombie in the wheelchair. Glad to see a disabled person & their friend enjoying a thing like this. It sounds like a fun game of tag lol. But when they get turned they don't have a chance to dress up as much as the rest of the zombies ALL of them are coming with you? HE USES THE WORD OUTSTANDING
Love all the zombies in the police station giving statements in their get-up. Reminds me of that one job interview I had. Vampires are sexy, zombies are also cool Not a supernatural creature tho becks.
JE, not someone I'd expect to have fashion tips: I don't know about those shoes with that top. I'm just saying. I'd have went open-toe.
JE: Oh, and guess what? None of these knuckleheads are real zombies. KR: I think what my colleague means to say is that no one recognizes our zombie from the video or our victim David Lock.
Teacher Zombie: He definitely wasn't part of our group, I can tell you that. Zombie Paul: High AF (& yk what good for him) KB: Paul, are you high right now? ZP: Whoa! Whoa, hey now, uhâŚwhere is that âŚ(nervous chuckle)âŚcoming from? No. No, of course not.
Teachers can have lives & have fun. Oh anthropology? Yeah of course he's a zombie TZ: I believe our fascination with zombies is a cultural phenomenon, a commentary on the inner numbness of modern life. RC: *it all makes sense now*
Ooh sexy run & jump into there, love it OH NO MAN'S DEAD lmao his face when he needs to take the zombie's pulse. clipping that.
PERLMUTTER MY BELOVED SP: We're all meat, Castle. Get over it. KB: Well, the question is: who killed him? SP: Isn't that always the question?. Ok castle, zombies can only exist for about two hours after death, then they are no longer able to be zombies.
WHAT THE HECK HE'S ALIVE OR UNDEAD OR SMTH nine to get out of the system lol. btw I totally thought perlmutter was telling him to call 911 Castle is hella calm rn (btw cecil fox)
KB: So, based on the latest report from the ER, Kyle Jennings was transferred up to ICU. He is stable, but under sedation. KR: I'm telling you, that guy was dead. JE: Remind me never to choke on a chicken bone in front of you. KR: Hey! You checked that guy, so did the paramedics. JE: :| KB: Whoa, you guys. I'm sure that there's a medical explanation for it. RC: Oh, there's an explanation, alright. KB: Besides that one. btw it is the next morning & they are in the same clothes from last night. At least caskett are. RC: Well then, what was his motive for murder, Detective Esposito? KR: *crosses his arms & looks at espt, def mimicking castle* & ryan's hair is getting longer & he's so freaking cute I think I have a problem. (I mean they are all good... y'all would fuck a fence if it was white... I hope I'm not one of those ppl)
RC: Or he's a zombie killer with a zombie motive.
RC: (whisper to Ryan) Tasty brains. KR: (whisper) You know, Castle, do you really believe in all this zombie stuff, because I-I would swear on my nana's grave that Kyle Jennings was dead. ((You would swear on your NANA'S GRAVE that's insane)) RC, putting a hand on ryan's shoulder/neck: (whisper) No. You know what I do believe in? Driving Beckett crazy. [They both smile. Castle pat's ryan] KR: (whisper) Y'know, I have to say, it's good to see you guys hitting it off again. RC: *I am planning on leaving⌠sad* I need to clip this one
WAIT IS IT NOT THE NEXT DAY? IT WAS SO BRIGHT BUT OUTSIDE THE HOSPITAL IT IS DARK
Except they all said he did not go on the zombie walk... though his shoe chemicals proved he was there
She would def believe that he was lying oh no poor kyle. At least she tells him to get a lawyer. RC: It is with a sad heart I say that that man is no zombie. Oh & they are not talking about Kyle here. RC: When a life-altering moment occurs⌠people remember. I like how they are at least talking about it finally, even if they are talking about it through kyle. I love perlmutter. He looks So Annoyed to see them! Def take a pic of this
KB: Perlmutter! SP: *looks up like "heck this"* KB: What are you doing here? SP: I came toâŚtend to one of my patients, Kyle Jennings. RC: UhâŚdo you think that's such a good idea? SP: I'll have you know I'm perfectly capable of treating living patients, I simply prefer not to. ((lmao I love him)) I made an exception here because the results of his blood work are quite unusual. KB: What do you mean? SP: Kyle Jennings had scopolamine ((easy to say)) in his system, which in small doses is used to treat motion sickness. In larger doses, it acts on the central nervous system to promote compliant and suggestible behavior. Truth serums aren't real... or this... ok then this is the way things work. But you can't be THAT suggestible...
Ryan touches her shoulder & it means smth to me. KR: Uh, I got started on that, and I did some research onâŚscopolamine. *smiles* RC: Nice. *you pronounced it, good for you mr used-to-be-a-drug-cop* The zombie drug? that's adderall lol. Actually no, that is adhd medication on adhd people WHEN AT A DOSE TOO HIGH. Lower your dose if you need to. talk to your doctor. & you know what? Maybe you are ok with feeling a little bit like a zombie so that you can function.
the one who was high obviously "woah what now?" didn't they show him that pic already tho? btw is charlie still in the holding cells? Oh no wait this is tom, tom is the boyf TW: Detective, I'm pre-law. I--I have no time for regular culture, let alone subculture. But he had an alibi
True, go at him not head-on but sideways! OH NO SHE KILLED HIM
KB: Maybe this is it. What every homicide cop fears: the perfect murder. RC: No. This is not the perfect murder. Can't be. KB: It happens. RC: Not to me. Not unless I've written it.
Esposito coming in at this exact moment... Castle is suddenly concerned. KB: Detective Esposito, please process Mr. Williams and then escort him to his apartment, make sure it's clear, (to tom williams:) and then after that you are on your own.
Oh heeheehee I know this I like this. We have esposito here driving him in & tom afraid af. & THEN SUDDENLY BASEBALL BAT ON THE WINDOW (whose car is that tho?) I like esposito's voice here Gun is scary, esp when u hear the sound go ka-click Wow this is fun. Weird voice tho. & those eyes... I can tell Esposito <3 I wish martha was involved in the directing of it. & it must be hard for actors to play a person who is acting but not perfect at it. They would act too well.
JE: Turn around. [Tom stares at Castle.] JE: (impatient) Turn around. [Esposito flips Tom towards the car and pulls out his cuffs.] JE: (to Castle) I gotta tell you, bro, coming at me like that, almost made me a believer. [Beckett watches Castle step up behind Esposito and growl with the voice modifier.] JE: Stop it. [Esposito shoves Castle away nervously.] JE: Don't do that. You're creeping me out. [Beckett smirks and Castle does another little growl.] DEFINITELY CLIPPING THAT BC IT IS HILARIOUS & I LOVE IT
Hey it's that detective we see sometimes, I don't know his name
Kyle Jennings: Detective, Mr. Castle, I--I don't know how to thank you-- RC: Uh⌠Let me borrow the zombie outfit for another day, we'll call it even. & THEY ARE USING THE KYLE ANALOGY AGAIN TO TALK ABOUT HER YESSS YES YES YES
Tomorrow & always, the best words on the show
Is that alexis or rick? btw the pic has no background... His hair lol
Martha said it was just a game & you argued It's ok to stay with your family. Love. Castle family <3 <3 <3 I love them
Best two out of three <3! What ending was that... "this isn't over"
Aw that was a great episode! I'm so happy!
Now I have work in an hour IF I get called in & I have chores to do & I should probably record some of that audiobook I haven't touched in a year...
But I might consider getting started on the next episode, though I would have liked to do a bunch of recording to clip on tumblr.
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Had to take my helix ring out for dress rehearsal and now I can't get it back in all the way. It'll go in the front but won't go all the way through
#im so stressed out#not just about this but it certainly isnt helping#then while i was trying to get it back in#and in a lot of pain because you know stabbing dull metal through a hole in my ear#my roommates cat decided to piss on my bed because he usually pees in the shower#but i was in the bathroom#sp he just pissed on my bed instead#ive only had 4 hours of sleep in the last 24 hours#nonconsecutive#i dont know how im going to handle the next two weeks#op
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Knee highs and short skirts | N. Jm
Pairing- Na Jaemin x reader
Genre- Smut, fluff, college!au
Word count- 3.82k
Warning(s)- nsfw, softdom!Jaemin, pretty pwp, corruption kink, slight voyeurism? (they make out in public) possessiveness, dacryphilia (getting aroused by one crying or sobbing), fingering (for prep), unprotected sex (play it safe y'all this is a fiction), slightly inexperienced?reader, unintentional overstimulation (unintentional LMAOO), pretty filthy i say. Lyra back at it with smuts lol
Synopsis- It was hard to imagine that all it took was skirts and high knee socks and cute little jumpy girls for Jaemin to get highly turned on, but here we are.
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It was hard to imagine that all it took was skirts and high knee socks and cute little jumpy girls for Jaemin to get highly turned on.Â
Watching you as you entered the campus had always been a sort of daily serotonin boost for Jaemin. More like, watching you smile and wave at every passing acquaintance regardless of the fact whether you spoke with them or not was a serotonin boost for Jaemin. You were extremely intriguing.Â
You're a jolly person, an extreme extrovert, shy at first glance of course but nevertheless outgoing, you'd had little to no problem at all at making friends. Your close ones called you the human magnet and most would agree to it. Could you help it? Company is always better than being alone (unless preferred to be alone).
The first time Jaemin saw you was when you came into the campus first bumping into not his, but a very pissed Jeno's back in a very clichĂŠ way which resulted in him accidentally pour out his anger on you, which led to Jaemin having to find you later in the day to apologize on Jeno's behalf. That experience had a very interesting impression on the two lads, well, a not too positive impression on Jeno but the opposite for Jaemin.Â
The next time Jaemin saw you was in his philosophy class, and god bless you and your perfect complexion complimenting all your curves and edges and oh of course, that cute black and white knee high socks that you wore with a skirt a little too short for him to stay sane and a sweatshirt loose enough to give you adorable sweater paws. That's when wanting to see you on a daily basis became Jaemin's sole reason to attend college.Â
The next time was weeks into talking to each other, getting comfortable to a point where you went over to each other's house, exchanged numbers, went on small platonic dates and where your friendship started to turn into a touchy one, and you absolutely loved it. Well, Jaemin loved it more than you. Watching your face flush when he'd place his hands comfortably a little too close to there on your thigh had him feel sorts of emotions he's never felt. How your eyes would widen each time he'd place playfull kisses on your cheeks, or when he pulled you onto his lap to cuddle up closer when watching a movie or two, Jaemin lived for your reaction.Â
Weeks after that was at a small dinner send off party of sort by one of your friends for the senior batch, where seeing you in a white body fitting turtleneck full sleeve with a grey skirt consisting of blue hue with a plain white knee high sock had him crave you more than before. When the occasional touches and kisses turned into a form of self destruction for Jaemin and those longing touches turned into a want to take it up a notch.Â
And maybe it's the fact that Jaemin genuinely seemed intriguing to you, or the slight intoxicity you felt after a glass of not that strong of drink went down your throat, making you want to comply with everything Jaemin wanted. The expression he wore of pure bliss and satisfaction had you feeling proud of yourself. Like you're doing the right thing, like standing in a hallway beside your classmates bedroom with his hands around your waist in a vise grip, face inches away from colliding into a passionate kiss where anyone could bump into you two was a right thing to do. Like not caring about the all 'good mean no bad' girl image you'd formed to fade away in front of your classmates and probably next the entire campus was the right thing to do.Â
The next time, well, this moment right now when you went over with him to his studio apartment hand in hand after evening lectures, it had been nearly impossible for Jaemin to keep his hands to himself. How your lips pucker into a pout complaining about all the workload you have, how you jump up in excitement at the sudden strike of another topic you want to discuss with him, or how you seemed so dreamy in general and all Jaemin could do was stare at you with an expression of pure admiration, desire and want to change the whole innocent image you held.Â
"so Mr. Li asked him to-ah!" and all he could do was pull you onto his lap with his hand on your hip to hold you up in place and unintentionally cut your sweet voice's narration short, but he wanted to hear you more, "I'm listening, doll. Keep going"Â he cooed at your flushed expression at the sudden proximity, pulling you closer to connect you two by the hip, tapping at your now exposed thighs as your skirt had ridden up at the shift in position to urge you to step out of your daze and continue speaking.Â
"What.-what are you doing, Jaem?" you ask, resting your hands on his chest as you push yourself a little back to create some space, clearly astonished at the sudden spark of something at the area between your sock clad legs, only to be pulled back closer towards him once again.Â
"Something I've wanted to do for a long time, keep going, baby, I'll just be doing my thing" and so you let your hand rest on his chest while continuing your story as he looked intently at you.
Being in such proximity with Jaemin had never been a new thing, it's how no matter how many times you'd see him up close you'd still can't look him straight in the eyes for more than a few seconds because of how strong his gaze is that would have you flustered. Ever since the said party, your first proper kiss and Jaemin's first step to calling you his, you wanted to stick around him and just him. You felt like yourself around him and he made you feel so loved that you were willing to let him do anything just to have him around.Â
In Jaemin's case, it was that he'd not move forward with his plans if he'd noticed the slightest of discomfort in any of your actions, fearing that you'd leave him once and for all before he could even call you his. And so in that way, you two did what pleased the others the best.Â
Smiling at how you slowly got comfortable with his warmth, he leaned forward, slightly startling you but you nevertheless continued speaking, "Show his homework to him, b-but he couldn't because the only co-opy he had.." you squeal in a breath as you feel his breath fan your exposed neck, courtesy of wearing a slightly deep V-neck to college and of course to the hangout that day, "Had..?"Â
Jaemin rasped in a voice a little too low to what you're used to hearing, dangerously low that you felt yourself squirming under his grip, which elicits a groan from the male. Not knowing the weightage of your action, you accidentally end up doing it again as his plush lips come in contact with the sensitive skin. "H-had was.. mine-"Â
"Mine, a pretty word, right doll?" The feeling of his lip moving against your skin was ticklish to describe the best, but good, good enough to have keeping your legs closed uncomfortable from the sudden pool of arousal that bedded itself in your foolishly white panties. "Yes..?" you answer with a shaky voice, moving once again to get rid of the said uncomfortable feeling which resulted in Jaemin throwing his head back to rest on the head rest of the couch, his perfect eyebrows furrowed into a frown, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.Â
"Darling, if you keep moving like this, i won't be able to stop myself from doing what all I've imagined doing to you," he spoke with the same low voice of his, which had you unintentionally moving regardless of the empty warning that lingered in the air. That's when you notice the visible switch in the way Jaemin looked at you. Determined to carry this forward and put an end to the friends title to develop into a whole new one.
"What you've imagined doing to me? W-wha-?" you let the question linger, not really expecting an answer when he looked at you with a smirk on his perfect lips. He let one of his hands off from your side to comb through your perfectly set hair while the other wrapped around your torso to keep you upright.Â
"Should i tell you what I've imagined?" Surely fueled by desire, Jaemin still counted on your consent, basic etiquette and he wouldn't let it go down the drain just because of his lust. The silent look of curiosity gave it away that you really wanted to walk through the dream boys imagination, so you nod your head. "Words, darling. I need words"
Looking at him patiently waiting for your verbal confirmation, you swallow down the nervousness before looking him straight in the eyes with your own widened ones, "Y-yes."
"Hm, well, I imagined having you close to me, just like this, all responsive to everything I do."
"Then I imagined feeling that soft lips of yours once again, the one that I remember so vaguely. Will you let me taste it once again?" He asked, leaning in closer than what your bodies would allow, nevertheless feeling ecstatic at the effect he has on you. "Hm?" you could obviously not say no to the expression he wore, filled with excitement and expectations, happiness, desire and maybe.. love?Â
Instead of answering, you lean forward, closing off the small distance that kept your bodies from colliding, pressing your lips onto his with least force. The type of kiss got both of you feeling hot, bubbly as you feel Jaemin smile against your lips.Â
The kiss was a mix of aggression and passion, slow and fast, lust and innocent emotions, one strong enough to deliver all sorts of emotions and of course, sloppy out of desperation, "Still as sweet as ever," he speaks against your lips, beaming down at you with the same smile as you refuse to meet his gaze at the sudden shyness that overtook your desire.Â
Jaemin's hands slip up the open clothing to grip your thigh raw, the feeling of his cold fingers making you shift position again, looking down and cowering behind your palms as you shield your heated face from the lad, "What's wrong doll?" he moves his thumb up and down, massaging the skin he had his grip on, "Talk to me, princess, do you want me to stop?"Â
"No!.. I mean, n-no, it's just.. I've never done this before, ever" As though your usual behavior never gave it away that you're too innocent for anyone existing in the world, you confirm Jaemin's suspicion all the more, to which his smile only just widened, the burning desire to change the status if innocence way too strong for him to contain himself now, "I know, darling, I'll go slow, alright?"
At your nod of confirmation, he wastes no time to lift your shirt out of it's confinement inside your skirt and over your head to reveal a not so appealing bra, yet, Jaemin thought you looked absolutely exquisite in it. Just a plain white lace bra, a cherry on top to the innocent image you held that he oh so much wanted to destroy, "W-wait! Can.. C-can this..-nevermind," you sigh, not wanting to disappoint the boy in front of you at your insecurity, "Can what, baby?" you shake your head, "Tell me, love"
"Can..can the bra stay on.. Just this once..?" you ask in a soft voice as Jaemin notices your tiny gestures of an attempt to cover yourself a little, feeling a little too hot, "Do you want it to stay on?" he asks in a voice all too understanding, no signs on the disappointment you were worried about, you nod, "Then it stays on" he smiles before placing a chaste kiss at the valley of your chest and swiftly shifts you on his lap in a way that your back rest flat on his chest, a hand secured on your waist to hold you as close as possible.
You feel a sort of warmth spread through your body at Jaemin's understanding and non persistent behavior towards your request as you allow yourself to relax and go limp on his body, "Do you know how many times i've imagined this? You on my lap.." he moves his legs to break your legs apart, using his knees to spread them and hold them open, "All pretty and for me to touch," He attaches his lips to your neck once again with a better access this time as he lets his hands wander up and down your legs, the hand that held your waist moving down to bunch up your skirt and pull it up to reveal to leaking mess you'd become which made Jaemin twitch and you shy.Â
"All wet for me, and for me only" you whimper at his shameless words as his wandering hands move closer to your heat, cupping it as he felt up the wetness he'd caused to form there, a throaty groan escaping him while doing so as you feel yourself jump at the friction you got for a second at the place you needed it the most. The thought of someone other than you touching your sex causing your insides to twist, in the best way possible of course.Â
Jaemin resumed to feel up and down your wetness from over the fabric while still keeping his lips attached to your neck, just to make sure you were wet enough to take him, or better, his fingers.Â
"J-Jaemin..,"Â
You let out a loud moan feeling his fingers directly over your clit once he pushed you drenched panty aside, coating his fingers with your arousal before easing one slender digit in, causing your back to arch.
Way too sensitive and aroused, it was obvious you wouldn't be long until your first high, and Jaemin knew that all too well as he felt your tight walls clench over one little finger when he started pulsing it in and out of you and a steady pace, minding to not make it too much for you, though, that thought seemed highly appealing to him, but he'd rather save it for the next time.
"Does that feel good, my love? Because watching you look all angelic like this for me is what I'd imagined next" he speaks against your hair, as you try to close in your leg at the friction you're getting suddenly becoming overwhelming for you, added to that came in Jaemin's words, talks, voice laced in adoration and pure want. "Y-yes Jaem, oh god.. "
Silently moaning himself at your godly sounds, he continues penetrating you to your first ever not self made orgasm, eliciting a loud high pitched scream from your side at the very intimidating feeling at the bottom of your stomach, feeling it undo as Jaemin coaxes your first orgasm out of you,
"Just like that darling, you're doing so well, so good for me" he coos, wanting to drag your orgasm a little more, as he lowers his unoccupied hands to draw small, slow circles around your clit, making you spasm uncontrollably over him, feeling your eyes glaze over at the now painful feeling, you push his hands meekly away from your core,Â
Shocked over the fact that he got you to come for him with just a finger, he added another one in, muttering silent apologies at your sudden pleas for a break to make sure your stretched out enough for that upcoming activity, "Just a little more, my strong girl, just a little more," though sorry for dragging your orgasm, he felt himself get lost at your small sobs and tiny tears falling down the side of your face which he pecked away.
Increasing the speed of his hands, he presses his thumb over your extremely sensitive bundle of nerves once again, making your arch your back in a painful angle, the crown of your head resting on his shoulder as you shake your head at him, letting him know that it was getting too much for you to handle,Â
"Come for me once again, baby. We need to make sure you're prepared enough, hm? Can you do that for me?"
As if on command, you let yourself fall apart once again, a loud cry resonating through the room along with you crunching your legs up to stop the burning from the intense high, Jaemin whispering praises against your hair while running his hand up and down your forearm to soothe you. "You did so well, doll, want to stop here?" he inquired selflessly, not caring about the fact that he's extremely hard and it had taken a painful toll.
You take a second to calm your breathing as Jaemin patiently waits for your response. Making sure your breathing is normal again, you shake your head from it's position on his shoulder as he presses a kiss onto your wet cheeks, "You need to feel good too.." you speak with your eyes barely open, Jaemin smiling softly against your cheek, "Love."
You let out a sound of confusion at the random word blurted out by him as you turn your head to look at him, "Say the word 'love' if it gets too much for you, alright?" you nod, at no further actions from his side, you look at him once again, realising he's all about the verbal confirmation, "Alright.." you squeal out, "Turn around and sit facing me, doll" he hurries.
Jaemin rushes to remove his skinny jeans alongside his boxers when you lift yourself up, letting his member stand tall and free from confinement, making him feel like he can finally breathe. Slightly intrigued by the above average size, you look at him nervously which had his head turn at your innocent expression, "We'll take it slow, darling, nothing to hurt you, hm?" you nod before replying out loud.Â
He gestures for you to hover yourself above his hardness once he got the panties out of the way and discarded it somewhere out on the wooden floor of his housing. "Go for it whenever you're ready" wanting to give you full control of the pace for now, he let you take your time for your first ever time.Â
Chest heaving up and down in both excitement and nervousness you slowly lower yourself, knees beside his thighs, hands a vise grip on his shoulder, letting yourself engulf just a little of his member, you wince, still a little sensitive from the previous orgasms, his hardness much thicker and bigger than his fingers to just ease down quick despite how easy it'd be considering the wet mess he'd made of you, "Jaemin.. "Â
Contributing from his end, he pushes his hips up to get inside you a little more, not too fast for it to be painful for you. Slowly, you let yourself ease down on him completely, sitting down onto his lap with his dick inside of you, twitching at the warmth he finally felt. Jaemin hushes your silent cry of slight pain, "You feel so good around me, doll. Such a good girl for me, "Â
You take the initiative to lift yourself up just a little so that more than half of him is out and glistening from your arousal making him let out an airy moan of satisfaction, feeling your tightness, finally after only having imagined how it felt for so long.
You move up and down slowly, thighs trembling, heart pacing fast with pride at the feeling of making him feel good from all the sounds he let out, mind hazy and body covered in sweat. "oh my, Jae-Jaem-ah!" you fall limp over his body at the sudden thrust from his end, maybe from growing too impatient.Â
"Should i take it from here, darling? I need to come, will you make me come, doll?" you mumble out a bunch of 'yes!' as your face falls into the nape of his neck where you nibbled at the skin like how he'd done.Â
Jaemin took control once again, a sudden burst of energy sparking through his body as he set a fast pace in pistoning in and out of you, your slickness and his precum ensuring it wouldn't be painful for you, rather, it felt extremely good. "Look at my good girl taking me so well, you're making me feel so good, darling, I'm so.. Uh, I'm so close-"Â
You clench around him when you feel a knot forming once again for the third time that evening when you feel his tip brush against your sweet spot, eliciting a loud gasp from you as you bite down a little too harder than intended on his hot skin while pressing the side of your face against his broad shoulders. "Jaemin.. Jaem, I'm.. Oh god"
"I know, doll, i know.. Me too, let go for me" he holds your hips in a grip tight enough to leave a light bruise or two while reaching between your bodies to find comfort on your clit again, making you let out a choked moan as Jaemin ended up being the one doing most of the work.Â
You fall off the edge once again, this time harder than the previous ones as your tears slip and fall onto his shoulder, seeping into his shirt and onto the skin, making him go faster, chasing his high while dragging yours for a second or two longer.Â
"Jaem, too much..it hurts-" you sob in a whiny tone which was more than enough to throw Jaemin off his edge too, rubbing fast circles on your clit while ribbons of his essence coat your walls as he lets out a loud, long groan of your name.
He stops his moment on your clit, but continues to move slowly to draw out all the arousal from his member, only stopping when he feels himself grow soft inside of you, the feeling making you clench around him weakly which makes him jolt due to the sensitivity.
Knowing it'd only make a mess to remove himself from inside you, he decides to stay in, muttering out a series of praises that he let linger in the air.Â
"That.. felt good," you speak into the silence, voice hoarse and weak, worn out from all the activity as you silently thank him for making you feel so good, a sense of accomplishment spread through his chest, finally fulfilling his wish of corrupting you, and most importantly, making you his. He kisses your forehead after pushing out strands of tresses that covered it,Â
"Anything for my babygirl"
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Iâm Not in Love
Summary: You and Prosciutto, both determined to keep things casual, are sent out on a mission to eliminate a target, but something goes wrong and you end up hurt, forcing Prosciutto to come to terms with his feelings
A/N: I started this weeks ago, but have been so busy that I havenât had time to properly finish it until now! Iâm a very slow writer, and I struggle with creating longer fics that exceed 1k words, so this was a huge labor of love! I hope that yâall enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Warnings: heavily implied nsft, violence, guns, minor character death, blood, Prosciutto being a bit of an asshole, fainting
You both told each other when you made this arrangement that it was strictly physical and that you were only doing this out of convenience and carnal desire. Sure, heâs very attractive, and youâd be lying if you hadnât thought about lingering in bed and pretending that youâre still asleep if only to savor his body heat and the weight of his arm across your torso for a few more minutes. But you couldnât possibly cross that line.
The lives that both you led didnât allow for the luxury of developing and maintaining romantic â or any, really â relationships that were outside of your work. Youâd lost friends and family members to the steady passage of time and lack of communication. It came with the territory of the job, and though youâd tried to justify your drifting relationships by assuring yourself that it was done to protect those you used to hold close, you knew that was just an excuse you told yourself so that you could sleep at night.
The initial adjustment to your new job was tough in that aspect, but Prosciutto, aside from being your mentor, slowly became a comfort and a confidant for your bouts of anxiety and late night regrets of leaving your old life behind. Youâd joined him outside at night on the balcony of the hideout plenty of times. He would self-soothe with cigarettes, exhaling out his demons in the shape of a puff of smoke whilst he listened to you reminisce on your happier, less bloody days.
âItâs a damn shame youâre so good at you job,â heâd told you one particular night, when the orange and white city lights below cast a bright glow over his sharp features; yet simultaneously, it accentuated the dark circles under his eyes, and the shadows beneath those jagged angles of his cheekbones and jawline made him look far older than he was. Prosciutto looked beautiful as he did horrible.
You just shook your head and smirked, inquiring, âIs that supposed to be a compliment?â
âKid, there were many different paths that you couldâve picked from,â He stops briefly to take a drag of his cigarette. âBut this is what you opted for.â The blond flicked his cigarette and snuffed it with the toe of his oxfords, answering with, âAll Iâm saying is that you had your whole life ahead of you, and instead of getting a normal, decent job, you decided that this was worth the Louboutins and those diamond earrings of yours.â
âItâs good that it ended up working out for you.â
His compliments were usually pretty backhanded, but you could tell that this wasnât just because of his usual condescending behavior. He seemed almost... sad and guilty, but then again, it could just be from the shadows on his face exaggerating his features.
âIâm glad youâre damn good at your job, too,â you remarked, leaning against the railing, savoring in the feeling of the warm, summer night wind caressing your face.
Soon, you found the touch against your cheeks was replaced by his calloused fingers and then his lips, giving birth to a routine that would continue every-so-often: youâd join him outside at night and would wake up in bed next to him in a tangle of limbs and satin sheets.
Maybe it was only natural that you and him would end up growing closer and more intimate.
â
This little arrangement between the two of you continues, and with each time you bare yourself to him, you struggle with your developing feelings. After you had slept together that first night â before you had a real chance to give yourself a proper chance to evaluate your own feelings â he assured you that the prior nightâs events had meant nothing to him, that it was a mistake. He apologized, confessing that the rendezvous had stemmed from a place of pent up arousal and convenience and that it wouldnât happen again.
Thatâs what heâd said the second, and third, time too. But by the fourth time, youâd both decided to become âcoworkers with benefitsâ as youâd so eloquently put it. Itâs purely out of physical need and mutual trust and nothing else. Thereâs no time for romance.
â
The following spring, you were sent out together to a job on the coast, and were given a shared room at a hotel near the warehouse where your target was supposedly going to be tonight. The assignment had worked in your favor, youâd both arrive mid-morning, have time to scout out the location, go back to the room for a quick fuck, then proceed to the location, clean up, and spend the night between the sheets until you both passed out from sheer exhaustion.
âThe target should be on location this evening,â he informs you casually as heâs sliding on his trousers, as if he hadnât just fucked you into the mattress. He gives his watch a quick glance before speaking again. âWhich gives us approximately an hour before we need to head out.â
You nod, reaching for your clothes â his hand stops you, grasping your wrist. âLet me clean you up first,â he says, briefly locking eyes with you, before averting his gaze just as quickly. âIf youâre going out you should at least be comfortable.â
While Prosciutto walks off to the bathroom to retrieve a glass of water and a washcloth, you look down at your naked body. Your combined releases dribble down your thighs, and youâre suddenly hyperaware of the sticky, wet sensation on your lower body.
Heâs back approximately a minute later, the glass is set upon the nightstand, and heâs kneeling, still shirtless, at your feet with the wet washcloth in hand. He cleans you up in relative silence, and the intimacy and vulnerability in this situation is not lost on either of you. It hangs around like a heavy fog that both of you desperately try to ignore, hoping that itâll dissipate.
Under different circumstances, youâd love to be able to cradle his chin in your hand and confess every single romantic thought that youâd ever held for him, and in turn, heâd press tender kisses up your thighs, and trade the rag for his tongue, cleaning you up with a few slow licks. Instead, you give him a curt, âthank youâ and get dressed.
Your little trysts were littered with subtle, more domestic moments like this one where you wanted to push the boundary between what is and isnât appropriate when youâre in a friends-with-benefits situation with your coworker. Even without the romance that you so desperately craved, there was still a strong sense of intimacy and familiarity with each âWas I too rough?â or âYou can sleep in here tonightâ that could only stem from a certain level of trust and comfort.
The rest of the time leading up to your assignment was spent going over your plan of attack and working out any loose ends or confusion on either side, and as he spoke, you couldnât help but allow your eyes to travel down to his plush lips and the exposed patch of skin from his half-buttoned blouse that, when he shifted at a certain angle, allowed for you to catch a glimpse of a dark red bruise where your lips had been.
You were passing the threshold, the imaginary line. Youâd stepped on it, gotten it stuck to your feet, and try as you may to deny its presence and scrub it clean from your skin â you could scrub it raw, until you bled â it wasnât something you could erase.
As heâs stepping out of the hotel room, you glance back to ask him if heâs ready, but youâre caught off guard by the buttons of his shirt. Theyâre all closed completely save for a lone button rendering the bruise no longer visible. Inquisitively, the blond quirks up an eyebrow, silently asking if thereâs a problem.
âIâm just ready to get this over with,â you sigh, matching your stride with his as you both exit the hotel and journey to the warehouse.
The target doesnât show as planned, much to your and Prosciutto's dismay and annoyance. You had both searched the large building and its surroundings as thoroughly as possible but still the target hasnât made an appearance. There arenât even any hidden clues as to where heâs run off to. As pissed as you both felt in that moment â you were cursing to yourself and your partner was leaning against a metal structure with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth â Risotto was going to be absolutely furious.
Unlike most contracts where you were paid after the deed or half before and half after, the client had paid a hefty sum up front and with a dark leer he was insistent that the job be completed as soon as possible. Something deep within you knew that he would not be the type of man whose bad side youâd like to be on.
Defeated and angry, you both decided to bite the bullet and head back to the hotel to inform your superior of the unfortunate situation. Just outside of the hotel, Prosciutto glances over at a payphone on the street corner.
âGo on inside and shower and eat, kid, Iâll talk to Risotto.â
âAre you sure? We can speak to him together, or I can just spââ He cut you off with a hand patting your cheek, gently thumbing your skin. He was stressed and so were you.
âDonât make me change my mind,â he manages a tiny half-smile. âIâve got it.â
Yeah, you are stressed as all hell, but at least you didnât have to be at the receiving end of Risottoâs wrath â for tonight anyway. Thinking about Prosciutto opting to do so in your stead and acting out of concern for you sends a cacophony of butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. He has always looked out for you ever since youâd joined, but this was something more than just him looking out for a junior member of his team. There was no way that heâd touch Formaggio or even Pesci like that, with such a pure tenderness that leaves your skin tingling from where his fingers were.
Making your way up the stairs to your shared room, the sensation of butterflies immediately flees from your stomach and instead, an eerie, insidious feeling begins to tiptoe up your spine, and you get the sense that something is very, very wrong.
One of the hall lights has gone out, and the other is flickering in random spasms as it emits a faint buzz. With each step towards your door, the broken light fixture seems to dim and buzz louder until it makes one final loud screech and dies completely the moment that you touch the door handle, and as soon as your fingers gripped the metal handle, an overpowering jolt of electricity fizzles throughout your entire body, sending you doubling over in pain, desperately croaking out for your stand as you fall to the dingy carpet.
The world around you seemed to morph into blackness and little snippets of sounds â you werenât sure if you were still awake or if youâd lost consciousness â but you clung onto what you could decipher to the best of your ability. Static, the plodding footfall of someone running on carpet with urgency, the unmistakable click of a gun, a heavy thud, then silence.
You crane your head and espy a familiar pair of oxfords, and with a sigh of relief you feel your eyes grow heavy.
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You come-to in the backseat of a car, and if it werenât for the intensity of the events before you passed out, you wouldâve happily shut your eyes to the steady thrum of the car speeding down the road. A bubble of panic rises up your throat, throwing your senses in overdrive as you carefully assess your surroundings. You find that a suit jacket has been draped over you like a makeshift blanket, and the familiar scent of cologne, tobacco, and cigarette-smoke is an instant relief.
Looking up, you find Prosciutto is in the driverâs seat of the car with a plain, white tank top in the place of his button-up. The bones of his knuckles are prominent due to the strain and force of his grip on the steering wheel, and theyâre dotted with specks of red that extend up to his forearms.
Thereâs an evident scowl on his lips, which are scabbed and bloody from worrying teeth marks and not from â what you can safely assume given the sound youâd heard earlier â a gunshot to the man that had been in your hotel room.
âThe target was dealt with,â he says upon seeing you awake, and he disguises it with a cough, but his entire face softens with a relieved sigh. The visible tension in his bulging veins on his forearms eases along with the death-grip that he has on the steering wheel; Prosciutto settles one hand on his thigh, splaying his fingers out on the fabric of his trousers, feeling for something in his pocket â cigarettes most likely. Heâs still antsy and tense, alternating between his hands on the wheel to search his other pocket.
You have a myriad of questions wreaking havoc on your brain, which is still a bit fuzzy from the electricity and has brought on a dull headache. With the blazer clenched tightly to your chest, you fiddle around until you find a pack of his smokes and pull them out, holding them in the air with a dopey, lopsided grin that says âlookee here!â. It earns a playful eye roll and a smirk from Prosciutto who brings his hand back to take them from you.
When you offer the box up, your fingers brush, and you swear that he leaves his hand extended towards you a moment longer than necessary. The sensation sends a full-body chill through your veins.
âPut the coat on, kid, I donât want you freezing up and getting sick in the car.â Heâs staring straight out at the road, but you know the sentiment is there, beneath the layer of sweat and blood thereâs worry. âGo back to sleep,â he orders in that gravelly, stern but caring tone of his that he uses on you when he gives you orders, and only you. In a way, itâs not that much different from how he talks in bed, and the familiarity has you warm all over. God, youâre in love with this man.
âIâll wake you up in about an or two, capisce?â
â
Youâre awoken by Prosciutto opening the door of the backseat and calling your name. You can barely see him, heâs almost a dark, looming figure in the night. The sky in the countryside is worlds away from the city skyline that youâre accustomed to. Behind him, thereâs a sea of twinkling stars, and the bright crescent moon hangs proudly behind his head like a half-halo, and he appears to you like a fallen angel, still clinging on desperately to something good and holy that someone like him does not deserve. In his right hand, he holds a shovel, and his arms and face and tank top are caked in the weight of his sins, blood and dirt and sweat; you surmise that the closer you get to him, the less the moon resembles a halo and moreso a pair of horns. Again, the night is playing tricks on you.
âIâve buried the remains,â he explains. âI decided it would be easiest to just take care of it myself until we can get you checked out. We donât know the full extent of the damage that youâve received or what effects that my stand could have on you in this state.â Itâs a poor excuse, and you both know it, but itâs easier for him to lie to you when his facial expressions are harder to see.
Still, you donât know if itâs from the adrenaline in your blood, your feelings for him, or some leftover electricity thatâs done something to your brain, but you decide to call him out.
Sitting upright, you say, âI still couldâve helped, Prosci, otherwise there would be no point for me to come on this mission with you. Youâve done more than enough to help me, and I⌠I really appreciate everything that youâve done to help me, but I have to work to earn my share of the payment!
âI canât just lie back and let you treat me like some doll or damsel in distress!â You spout, wadding up his blazer and tossing it at him. He catches it with a growl, and the shovel clatters to the ground with a resounding clang.
Heâs crawling across the backseat, hovering over you like a mangy beast; truthfully, you donât think that youâve ever seen him look so unhinged and disheveled. His scent bears no resemblance to the comforting aroma of his suit-jacket, and instead, he emits a pungent odor of grime and sweat, evident by the damp, dirty stray pieces of hair that encircle his face and the thin layer of earth that stains his skin with splotches of gray and brown. He looks like he can hurt you, and for a second you make the mistake of thinking that he will.
âKid, you need to listen to me! Iââ he huffs, but upon seeing your face up close, all scared and doe-like, he kisses you. Itâs emotional and hurried and needy and far unlike any previous kiss that youâd shared. Itâs not spurred on by wanting or lust but by love and a great fear of loss.
âI love you,â he whispers like a gasp when he pulls apart from you. âI love you,â he says once more, softer, sweeter. âI love you.â
In his eyes, you can see every word that he leaves unsaid, his confession of how afraid he was that heâd never see you again, how he panicked and saw red and shot the man on sight, how he carried you to the car with a metaphorical knife stabbing at his heart, and how he almost cried from relief when he saw you open your eyes.
âI love you, too,â you say back, smiling, kissing him again with that same passion as before.
#prosciutto#prosciutto x reader#jjba x reader#la squadra x reader#tumblr formats things so weirdly!#jjba#my fics
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đźThese Violent Delights Have Violent Ends (Multi-Char)[NSFW]đź
Multiple SP characters x fem!reader
Xandra, Billie-Dean, Ally Mayfair, Anne Gillette, Audrey Tindall, Wilhemina Venable, Ellie Staple, Diane Sherman, Mildred Ratched.
đźSlice 2đź
Co-authored with @billiedeannovak â even though sheâll deny it.
đźWordcount: 1530đź
đźPublished on AO3: Read Heređź
đź Taglist: @mrsdeanhoward @okpaulson đź
đź Content (some for later parts): Super Au, dubious consent, slow-burn, manipulation, face-slapping, drug-use, alcohol, smut, cunnilingus, strap-on, cum, choking, degradation, sex-work, court, bruises, spit, mommy kink, daddy kink, humiliation, public sex/teasing đźÂ
đźShe rolls her eyes and lets out an annoyed sigh, she was not interested in this man in the slightest and he wasnât even that good in bed, it was his money she was after, and she would leave the relationship with all of it after they get married. He had been talking about marriage for the past few months seeing as they had been together for a few years, completely unaware of how disinterested she actually is. Anne was not a woman to fall in love, nor was she the type of woman to settle down and get married. đź
Rita leads Anne from the courtroom, the pair laughing quietly and talking amongst themselves as they made their way to an elevator. Rita gestured for Anne to enter before she went to herself, âRita!â the older woman fights the urge to roll her eyes, telling Anne where she was to go and how to get there before she closes the elevator door. She turns to face the woman who yelled her name âOh what a pleasant surprise, Detective Benson. What do I owe the pleasure?â
Olivia shakes her head, jaw set firm as she stops in front of Rita âWhat the fuck are you doing? The evidence shows that she was the one that set the crime up! Who cares if Prestwick was blackmailed!? Gillette killed her damned parents and you know it. Just because you have some vendetta with my team doesnât-â
Rita laughs, shaking her head with an amused smile on her face âHow many times must we do this, Olivia? It is my job to defend people regardless of what they do, just like it is your job to investigate crimes ethically. I know Iâm doing my job to the books; I canât say the same about you. My advice, lie back and pretend like youâre enjoying it. Youâll last longer.â She steps into the elevator after the doors ding open, she turns to give the detective one last cursory glance âYou lost, Benson.â She states before the doors close.
It doesnât matter whether she believes Anne killed her parents or not, the woman had paid her generously to defend her and she was going to do just that. Nor does it matter the two have history, it didnât impact the case or her ability to do her job. She was looking forward to the end of it though so she could finally actually enjoy a quiet drink without the guilt of knowing she should be working instead.
Once the doors open, she makes her way quickly to where Anne should be, letting out a breath of relief when she sees Anne sitting back in one of the seats, her blazer draped over the back of it. âYou really think Iâd risk doing a runner after the absolute field day you had out there? Ms. Calhoun Iâm offendedâ she laughs, a coy smirk tugging at her lips âIâm saving the energy for once Iâm cleared of my charges. How does that sound? You come back to the estate and unwind, just like the-â
Rita hushes her, swatting her arm lightly as she takes a seat opposite the blonde âMs. Gillette! The walls have ears.â She shrugs her blazer off as well and leans back in her seat, propping her elbow up on the armrest before leaning her head against it, a small smile on her face as she looks at the woman opposite her.
âI never thought Iâd be defending you in a murder case too, Anne. Itâs one thing helping you get out of minor assault charges, but for a double-homicide?â She lets out a laugh, shaking her head âThat is something else entirely. You were always one to make a grand show of things though, hm?â Rita quirks a brow at the blonde, a faint smirk tugging at her lips which earns an eye-roll and scoff from the blonde.
âOh please Rita, Iâm hardly as dramatic as that Tindall woman. Now, after this is all over, would you like to join me for drinks? Nothing else will happen, just an extra thank you for your hard work.â Rita sighs quietly âI canât- I owe Novak a round after being so rough on her in court. Sheâs an amazing lawyer and a hard-worker, Iâd rather not burn that bridge.â
Ritaâs phone buzzes against the table and she immediately grabs it, turning the screen on to see the message before her eyes dart to Anneâs âTheyâve reached a verdict, Ms. Gilletteâ she breathes out, a very faint hint of a nervous waver. âWell then, letâs get this over and done with.â Anne stands up and puts her blazer on, doing a button up in the middle then brushing some of her hair behind her ear. She follows Rita out of the room and down the hall to the elevator, this is the first time since this case started that she feels genuinely nervous- Not that she committed the crime, anyone would be nervous if they were in court.
Rita gives Anneâs arm a gentle squeeze before they exit the elevator and make their way into the court room, both ignoring the glares coming from the prosecution as they take a seat behind their table. âAll stand for the Judge.â They do just that, Rita glancing at Casey out the corner of her eye, noticing how tense she appears before they take their seats again once the Judge has sat down.
Court: Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Will the jury foreperson please stand. Has the jury reached a unanimous verdict?
Foreperson: Â Â Â Â Â Yes.
                                 CLERK TAKES THE VERDICT FORM
                         AND HANDS IT TO THE JUDGE.               Â
Rita rests her hand on Anneâs thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze upon noticing how anxious the woman was before returning her hand to rest on the table with her other one.
Judge: Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â The jury find the defendant not guilty. The defendant is free to go home. Lets hope we donât see you in this court again, Ms. Gillette. The jury is thanked and excused. Court is adjourned.
Anne lets out a shaky breath before standing up and throwing her arms around Rita in a tight hug, repeatedly mumbling thank you to her. Rita returns the hug before pulling back slightly, gently wiping away the few tears that had spilled onto Anneâs cheeks, giving her a soft smile âI told you that Iâd make sure you were found not guilty, Ms. Gillette. Iâm a woman of my word, you should know that by now.â
Anne smiles back and lets go of Rita before running a hand through her short blonde hair âA miracle worker.â She glances over Ritaâs shoulder and sees Casey watching intently, a disheartened look on her face before returning her gaze back to the woman in front of her âI should get going, it looks like Casey wants a word with you and she definitely looks like she needs a few drinks. Iâll see you around, Rita.â She kisses the womanâs cheek in farewell before taking her leave, feeling considerably lighter and more free now that the case is over.
Once she is out of the courthouse, she takes out her phone and calls her boyfriend- well, he thinks heâs her boyfriend, but she really couldnât care less. âHi darling, youâre talking to a free woman. No Iâm not upset you couldnât be in court, it would hardly be a good look for a detective to be seen on the alleged criminalâs side. You can make it up to me tonight when you take me out for dinner- Yes Yn can come along too, she is your daughter after all. I will take her shopping for something nice- I wonât be spoiling the girl. She needs nicer clothing to go to the restaurant I have in mind. Donât worry- I already told you I am not going to spoil the girl. I donât like repeating myself so it would do you some good to actually listen. Iâll pick her up from university and weâll go from there. Mhmm, love you too. See you tonight.â
She rolls her eyes and lets out an annoyed sigh, she was not interested in this man in the slightest and he wasnât even that good in bed, it was his money she was after, and she would leave the relationship with all of it after they get married. He had been talking about marriage for the past few months seeing as they had been together for a few years, completely unaware of how disinterested she actually is. Anne was not a woman to fall in love, nor was she the type of woman to settle down and get married.
âYou better not fuck this family up too, Ms. Gilletteâ Anne turns to find Olivia walking towards her, thoroughly pissed off âYn is like a daughter to me, so if I find out you do anything to upset her-â The blonde gives her a bored look âDo you have nothing better to do, Olivia? Were you not listening to what the judge said? Iâm an innocent woman, so no, I didnât fuck my family up, daddy did when he killed my mother before himself.â
She takes a step closer to the brunette, a smug smirk settling on her face âYou may be like a mother to her, Olivia, but unlike you⌠I actually am her step-mom, something you will never be. Now, this may be a surprise to you, seeing as youâre someone that never works, I have things to do including taking Yn clothes shopping for our celebratory dinner tonight. Youâre not invited.â She fakes a pout âHow unfortunateâ before laughing and making her way to the car that was waiting for her before getting in, telling the driver where to go.
#sarah paulson#sarah paulson imagine#sarah paulson x reader#anne gillette#anne gillette imagine#anne gillette x reader#rita calhoun#olivia benson#casey novak#Audrey tindall#audrey tindall imagine#audrey tindall x reader
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Could you do KoyoIchi (Swinging Pendulum), please? C: I have fallen in love with this ship ever since you posted those short one-shots (or whatever they are called) a while ago.
Hmm you didnât include an AU and Iâve already done a KoyoIchi SP AU in the last batch, thereâs not much else I can write for that I think. So how about KoyoIchi post-canon AU instead, where Ichigoâs human body gives out after the Quincy War, so he ends up splitting his time between SS and the Human world afterwards.
Edit: omg wtf did i do i went off iâm sorry this ended up semi-background pre-relationship KoyoIchi + like a dozen unrelated headcanons thrown in itâs a mess fml
1. Itâs not usually done, heâs technically dead now (but not a Shinigami, not a Quincy, not a Hollow, and not even a Human anymore), but he has a lot of support from a lot of people - Kisuke has no qualms crafting him a gigai that would allow him to draw his blade even without stepping out of it, and Kyouraku basically gives him free run of Soul Society after they hammer out what Ichigo is supposed to do there considering heâs now stronger than the entire Gotei combined but also heâs technically only eighteen years old.
(It would be scarier, Kyouraku thinks, if Ichigoâs moral fibre hadnât already proven itself superior.)
In the end, they settle it like this - Ichigo attends the Academy part-time for all the lessons Kisuke and Yoruichi and Shinji never bothered hammering into him because it was never important to the war, attends university in the human world, and the rest of his time is his do with as he pleases, whether thatâs taking missions directly from Kyouraku, visiting with his friends in various squads and being roped into doing paperwork, or digging up yet another rebel faction or secret invasion out of the woodwork (âPlease donât dig up yet another rebel faction or secret invasion out of the woodwork for at least a month, Ichigo-kun. One month, you hear? We still havenât finished cleanup from the last one.â).
Because itâs Ichigo, it works. itâs not like he wasnât already coming and going from Soul Society when he was still human. The Shinigami have let him get away with far too much already to put restrictions on him now, especially considering heâs saved all their asses twice over now, and thatâs not even counting all the trouble in-between. If there are some who complain, well, there are even more who are capable of making sure nothing ever comes of it.
So okay, no rebel faction, no secret invasion, but Ichigoâs not Ichigo without something to work towards, and heâs always wondered why the Shinigami side of his family was slumming it out in Rukongai when theyâre supposed to be nobility like Byakuya and Yoruichi. The answer is simple enough - Aizen had mind-whammied everyone after Isshin ran off and fabricated a coup that resulted in assassinations courtesy of the Second Division before the remaining Shibas were ousted from Seireitei overnight.
(It was only too easy for Aizen to make them believe it.Nobody ever questioned whether or not the Shibas could. They had the power. They just never had the ambition, which nobody could understand.)
No way is Ichigo going to take that lying down. So he goes and yells at Kyouraku, who says itâs complicated and would take time, but Ichigo reminds him of the Visored and Kisuke and Yoruichi and Tessai, all let back in in the wake of the Winter War. If they could be pardoned, and rightfully so, why canât the Shibas too?
âIâm not saying they canât forever, Ichigo-kun,â Kyouraku says placatingly. âBut Central 46 will want⌠assurances-â
âYou mean theyâre scared to let my family back in cuz they might still be a little bit pissed from having three-quarters of their members murdered in their beds,â Ichigo summarizes flatly.
Kyouraku sighs and gives up all pretenses of a neutral party. âIf you have a better ideaâŚâ He waves a hand at the general situation, eyes dark and intent on Ichigoâs face.
Ichigo snorts and straightens up. âYeah. Itâs called âbeing too strong to fuck withâ. The old bastards are in session right now, arenât they? Iâll be right back.â
One day, Kyouraku muses as he watches Ichigo go, this will probably not work, and itâll come back to bite them all in the ass. Then again, Central 46 has run Soul Society their way or no oneâs way for far too long; Yama-jii had always given them too much power. Theyâd learned nothing from Aizen, so maybe Ichigo is exactly what they deserve, straightforward and running on emotion, but fair, always, and decent in a way that Kyouraku thinks most of their government has forgotten how to be, if they ever knew to begin with.
One day, even Ichigoâs threats wonât make Central 46 back down. But a god doesnât bow just because someone demands it, no matter how important they think their bloodline or rank or status is. And Ichigo is probably the closest thing they have to a god these days. A god, with plenty of friends to back him up if he needs it.
So Kyouraku leaves him to it - better Ichigo than him, less headaches in the long run - and he isnât at all surprised when Ichigo sweeps back into his office five hours later, expression grim but triumphant, reiatsu still writhing like a living shadow around him as he informs Kyouraku that his clan will be needing their old estate back.
Kyouraku pushes over the paperwork heâd completed an hour ago, authorizing the full restoration and compensation of the Shiba Clan. Ichigo smiles at him almost fondly, features only slightly tinted with a banked sort of inhuman rage that he carries around almost constantly these days - itâs three steps left of his cousinâs memory, with Hollow glinting in his eyes and the shade of his ancestor draped across his shoulders. Heâs gone again in the next moment, off to tell his family the excellent news, and Kyouraku thinks it was probably a good thing Yama-jii died when he did. However reasonable Ichigo still is, he is no longer that boy with the too-forgiving heart who took the insults they served him with all the doormatted self-sacrifice of a storybook hero.
(He came back from the Soul King Palace equal parts pensive and victorious, with old eyes and reiatsu levels they could no longer sense and a terrifying sort of detachment when he looked at them all. But his friends had fallen on him without care, only relief, and the icy distance in Ichigoâs mien had melted. Kyouraku had understood though, in that moment, that Soul Society would stand only so long as Ichigo allows it.
He likes Ichigo, he genuinely does. Jyuushirou had too. That hadnât stopped his old friend from attempting to leash him, which had almost backfired in the end and literally only hadnât out of the goodness of Ichigoâs heart, and it doesnât stop Kyouraku now from catering to Ichigoâs whims. Only time would tell if this approach will work better or worse than Jyuushirouâs law-abiding one, and in the meanwhile, it doesnât hurt that Ichigo doesnât actually want anything Kyouraku doesnât want to fix anyway. Soul Society has been his home for over nine centuries now. He does not want to see it burn. If that means dragging it kicking and screaming into a new era with a boy their world created to fight their wars for them looking over his shoulder, then Kyouraku will do it gladly.)
It takes almost three months for the Shibas to gather again and move back in. Theyâd scattered, after their exile, all across Rukongai, but Kuukaku is their head, and Ichigo has single-handedly wrested back their birthright for them, and when both of them call, the rest of the clan answers, trickling in in twos and threes and fours, suspicious and wary and not inclined to trust anyone but their own, but they come, and the first thing they do is raise wards around their home strong enough to withstand a siege from the Royal Guard.
âThatâs everyone?â Ichigo asks, looking from the civilians to the once-Shinigami to the children. All in all, they barely make thirty total, and over half of them are from their retainer families.
Kuukaku shrugs tiredly at his side. Sheâs never looked older than she does now. âYou know Isshinâs staying in the Human world for your sisters, but other than that, pretty much. Everyone else is dead.â She pauses. âWell, except one, but I doubt heâll come. Kaienâs wifeâs brother,â She adds for Ichigoâs benefit. âKoyonagi Senzou. He was the Kidou Corps Commander before Tessai, demoted to Academy teacher after some mission the higher-ups covered up. He was the only one the Gotei kept on after we were kicked out. Never found out whether he actually wanted to stay or if Central 46 insisted he stay. I wouldnât be surprised if it was the latter. Heâs wasted at the Academy, too useful to kill but too dangerous to let out of sight. As far as I know though, heâs still there.â
Ichigo frowns as he digests all this. âAnd he wonât come by to see you guys?â
Kuukaku shakes her head. âI doubt it. He was never really one of us.â
âWhy not?â
Kuukaku shrugs again. âHe never wanted to be. I didnât know him very well, Ichigo, but he loved exactly one person, and she was more or less killed under Kaienâs watch. It wasnât Nii-sanâs fault of course, but she was sent out on a mission given to her by the Thirteenth Division lieutenant, and she never came back. He attended her funeral. That was the last time any of us saw him, although our Shinigami members reported glimpses of him in and around the Academy over the years.â
Ichigo hums. Kuukaku gives him an arch look and then snorts. âShall I prepare a room for him anyway when I start renovations?â
Ichigo grins at her. âThatâd be perfect, Kuukaku, thanks.â
2. Of course Senzou has heard of Kurosaki Ichigo. Youâd have to be living under a rock in a cave in a different dimension to not have heard of Soul Societyâs God-Slaying Saviour.
And of course heâs a Shiba. That lot always was more trouble than they were worth, too powerful for their own good, and too reckless or too confident or too stupid - Senzou has never really figured out which - to hide it from the world or at least play it down to keep the world from turning on them because of it. No subtlety at all. And look where it got them in the end.
In the aftermath of the Quincy War, he hears of the Shibasâ return to the city, and he can feel the power in the wards they almost immediately erect around their home. For protection, no doubt, because old dogs can learn new tricks after all, but to Senzou, it just looks like a very pretty cage. Why they - or the Visored for that matter - came back to serve the very people who betrayed them in some of the worst ways possible is beyond him.
Not that it makes much of a difference to Senzou. Heâd ignored them for decades before their exile; no doubt, heâll happily ignore them for decades more. Theyâre related only through an unfortunate marriage, and considering both parties are long dead now, what little obligation he had to them likewise expired years ago.
But, he thinks, as he watches an increasingly familiar head of orange hair slide into his classroom, someone forgot to give that memo to the Shibasâ newest pride and joy. Even Senzou - with expectations that literally no student has ever met - can admit that Kurosaki Ichigo attending Kidou lessons is a complete waste of time. Senzou spends his days teaching idiots the incantations for each of the ninety-nine standard spells, trying not to scratch his own eyes out when he has to grade their papers, and making sure they donât blow themselves up when they practice producing them. Even the most advanced of the sixth-years can only manage spells in the fifties range, with a fifty-fifty chance of average-at-best success.
Ichigo memorized all the incantations in the first two weeks he was here. His first essay on the use of forbidden Kidou - instead of a regurgitation of laws citing the illegality of them that everyone else turned in - became a dissertation on their pros and cons, arguing that every case in which theyâre used should be thoroughly investigated not only by Central 46 but also by a panel of Shinigami, and why the laws against them should be amended to allow for unexpected circumstances. The brat even had the gall to throw in quotes of interviews heâd conducted, and if it had been anyone else claiming to have received firsthand and eye-witness accounts of forbidden Kidou usage from names like Tsukabishi Tessai and Hirako Shinji, Senzou wouldâve set them on fire for being such a bad liar. He couldnât even fail the boy for incomplete research because the books he referenced might not be found in the Academy library but they all had Urahara Kisuke stamped on them.
And his practicals? A high level of reiatsu usually means the caster would have a harder time performing Kidou, especially when theyâre first starting out, too much power shoved into the lower-level ones, too little control to hold together the higher-level ones.
Not Kurosaki Ichigo. That boy spent the first week putting holes into everything except his targets, went away for a weekend, and then came back with singed eyebrows and bags under his eyes but a resolute set to his jaw and picture-perfect Kidou at his fingertips. He didnât even need the incantations anymore. And to make him even more of an anomaly, he could perform spells right up into the nineties. In fact, the higher the difficulty and reiatsu output, the better he was with them.
There is nothing the standard Kidou curriculum from any year can teach him. His learning curve is insane, and his essays read like heâs gearing up to go toe to toe with Central 46, never mind an Academy class.
He doesnât need to be here. Senzou knows it. The other students know it. And Ichigo most certainly knows it too. And with the special allowances granted by the Soutaichou himself, he doesnât even need permission to skip. The boyâs been given unprecedented free reign to come and go as he pleases, and yet he comes back, week after week after week. He doesnât even have the decency to sleep through Senzouâs lectures. Heâs a flickering candle in the corner of Senzouâs eye, all flame-bright hair and brown-gold-brown eyes and shadows that wonât stop moving, and that unwavering attention he pins on Senzou every time makes it damn clear exactly what heâs waiting for.
Shibas. No subtlety whatsoever.
The bell rings. Bags are packed. Thereâs a scramble for the door.
âKurosaki-chan,â Senzou calls in bored tones without looking away from sadistically adding an extra assignment to the board. If no one notices, thatâs their problem. âStay behind.â
There are some interested whispers and prying eyes, but one glance from Senzou sends them scurrying away. And then Ichigo is there, sauntering up with his perpetual scowl - not at all like Kaien this one. The two are as charismatic as each other, from what Senzouâs observed. But Kaien had people wrapped around his finger because he had a knack for putting them at ease and making them feel special and making himself both approachable and worth looking up to. Ichigo on the other hand scared a lot of people when he first showed up at the Academy with an armful of books and a gruff disposition that didnât lend itself to making allies, let alone friends. He wasnât arrogant, just introverted, but it made him the kind of genius that people resented.
And then Senzou caught him in the hallway one day, looming over a mousy-looking fifth-year student huddled on the ground, and at first, heâd thought Kurosaki was bullying her. Everyoneâs golden boy, picking on a shrinking violet of a girl. But then Ichigo had stooped down and gathered up all the books spilled across the floor before offering them back to the girl. The girl had still cowered, but sheâd accepted them, and when Ichigo reached out and hauled her to her feet, sheâd flinched but hadnât moved away once she was on her feet again and Ichigo had let her go.
Then Ichigo had told her, quite clearly, âNext time someone canât keep their hands to themselves, break their fucking wrists. Or kick them in the balls. Or tell them to fuck off. Start a scene so they have to stop. Do something. Donât just fucking stand there.â
And then heâd stormed off, and the girl - Fujiwara, from the Kyouraku family - had stared after him, all baby-duckling wide eyes. And the next time Senzou had happened across her, it was just in time to see her chuck one of her textbooks at the head of one of her bullies. Said bully had staggered back, and then purpled with anger, already moving forward with fists clenched. Half a second later, he was on the ground and wailing from a broken nose, and Ichigo was standing over him, murder glowing gold in his eyes and black reiatsu streaking his hair and pooling at his feet.
Nobody had touched Fujiwara after that, especially since the girl had taken to following Ichigo around. Ichigo had still scowled like no oneâs business, heâd also been seen kicking Fujiwaraâs ass in one of the training rooms, they studied together in the library, and they ate together in the courtyard when Ichigo happened to stay for that.
And gradually, other students joined in, tentatively, some nervous, some with hero worship in their eyes, all hopeful. Ichigo never turned any of them away, but one day, he started a debate in the library about laws that would take species outside of Shinigami into consideration that ended with raised voices and enthusiastic opinions that got the whole giggling bunch thrown out, and another day, he suggested a free-for-all game of tag where only Kidou could be used to catch each other which ended with everyone sweaty and gasping and wanting another round, and in calmer in-betweens, he answered when the others finally asked him about what Hueco Mundo was like, what the Material world was like, what Arrancar were like, what Humans were like, and he never lost his temper with them even when he had to explain something more than once.
He was still blunt and borderline rude and not at all like Kaien, like a Shiba, not outgoing or friendly or instantly personable. But the charisma was the same, people couldnât help but be drawn to him, and it took weeks for Senzou to realize he was just as susceptible to it as Ichigoâs growing circle of friends within the Academy. So susceptible he was literally stalking him everywhere just to see what other chaos he was sowing.
Thatâs probably why he wants the boy gone so badly. Heâd sworn heâd never forgive the Shiba Clan for taking his sister away from him, the only leeway they got was that he wouldnât actively go after them either because Miyako wouldnât want him to, and it wasnât as if it was difficult to keep such a vow. Heâd never liked the Shibas anyway. When theyâd been slaughtered and cast out, and no assassins had shown up at his door in the aftermath, all heâd thought was good riddance.
But Kurosaki IchigoâŚ
Under any other circumstances, Senzou would be thrilled. Here is a student who challenged the world around him and brought a storm to the Academy.
But this isnât any other circumstances, and as Ichigo stops in front of his desk, a beast glinting behind his eyes and a dead kingâs inheritance pulsing in the shadow splashed at his feet, Senzou meets his gaze and slices a mocking smile in his direction.
âKurosaki-chan,â He starts, smirk widening when Ichigoâs eyebrows twitch. âThe Academyâs star part-time pupil. What exactly are you still doing in my class?â
Ichigo shrugs. âI signed up for it, your lectures arenât boring, and Iâm trying to figure you out.â
Senzou feels his smile grow fixed. âAnd how is that going for you?â
Ichigo scruffs a hand through his hair, pauses briefly to frown tug at the shoulder-length strands like he wants a haircut, and then shrugs again. âYouâre the one following me around all the time, what do you think?â
They stare at each other for a moment.
âLet me make one thing very clear, Kurosaki-chan,â Senzou finally says. For once, he doesnât feel like weaving his usual mind games. âI donât know what your clan has told you, but I have no desire to play happy families with them. I know you Shibas tend to be all about bringing family together, but I am not one of you.â His lip curls. âDo not push this issue any further than you have. Am I understood?â
Ichigo cocks his head, something animal in the way he watches Senzou now. âKuukaku agreed to reserve a room for you at the compound if you ever want it, but you donât have to if you donât want to. Iâm not here for that.â
Senzouâs eyes narrow. âThen what are you here for?â He gives the boy a sardonic look and cuts him off preemptively. âBesides class.â
Ichigo grins, quicksilver bright, and something in Senzou recoils with surprise.
âI donât really have a plan,â The boy tells him. âBut Iâm getting my family settled back in, and making sure nobody can fuck with them ever again.â He aims another considering look at Senzou. âIf you donât wanna be all buddy-buddy with them, thatâs fine. Itâs not any of my business if you wanna hammer your shit out with them or not. But you were connected to them even if you didnât like it, and that doesnât change just because that connectionâs gone. So I guess what I wanted to figure out was whether or not someoneâs fucking with you too.â
Senzou opens his mouth, then closes it when nothing comes out. How embarrassing. He settles for a derisive smile that feels a touch too brittle on his face. âI donât need your protection, God-Slayer.â
Ichigo immediately makes a face. âDonât call me that. And I didnât say you did. But when I start something, I like to see it through, so I thought Iâd check just to be sure.â
Senzou scoffs with disbelief. âThen why didnât you just ask?â
Ichigo rolls his eyes like he thinks Senzouâs being dumb on purpose, which is a new experience for Senzou. Usually heâs the one rolling his eyes.
âWell you didnât want me to, did you?â Ichigo says, looking exasperated now. âYou were curious about me, and all the stalking was recon or whatever.â He levels a thoughtful look on Senzou before snorting with something like amusement. âYou are the type. But yeah, anyway, now you know. If you need help, the offerâs open indefinitely. But Iâll stop coming to class if you donât want me here.â
He trails off, arching an eyebrow in question. When Senzou doesnât reply, the boy shrugs once more, adjusts the strap of his bag, and turns to leave.
Senzou⌠Well, heâs pretty much been on the back foot this entire conversation, hasnât he? Thereâs something about Ichigo that just⌠throws him off. Itâs frustrating. Unnerving.
And yet⌠Ichigo didnât push. Kaien wouldâve pushed. The rest of his family wouldâve pushed. Itâs what Shibas do when they want something - push and push until they get what they want, a single-minded persistence hidden under their signature cheerful geniality that makes the rest of the world believe them to be the nicest clan in all of Soul Society.
Miyako had said no, the first time Kaien had asked to court her. But heâd asked again and again, until sheâd said yes, and sheâd been happy to, Senzou had made certain of that, sheâd been perfectly willing, had found a good man in Kaien and been glad sheâd finally given him a chance.
But sheâd said no first, and Kaien had pushed, and it just⌠rubbed Senzou the wrong way. Because once upon a time, Shinigami had plucked them out from Rukongai, dusted them off and provided the training and shuffled them into the military, all expenses paid, but no had never been an option, and that had become all the more true after Miyako became such a public, vulnerable figure, not only Third Seat of the Thirteenth but also wife of a clan head.
When Central 46 had come knocking, interested in Senzouâs prodigal skills with Kidou, they hadnât even needed to drop Miyakoâs name for Senzou to know that saying no then wasnât an option either. Heâd been pushed into their service, and it had taken Miyakoâs death for Central 46 to finally leave him alone, solely because he had no one else for them to hold over his head.
Itâs not the Shibasâ fault, not really. Itâs been long enough that Senzou can admit that, if only to himself. Miyakoâs choices were her own, and even if she hadnât married him, Central 46 probably wouldâve found another way to get to him through her. But Senzou has always been petty and vindictive at heart, and heâll blame the Shibas for the rest of his life, because at the end of the day, theyâre just like all the other nobles in this place. What they want, theyâll push until they get, because privilege is in their blood.
So Senzou flounders when Ichigo doesnât push his advantage. The boy is already halfway to the door, and somehow, Senzou is certain, if he doesnât say anything now, Ichigo wonât come back. Itâs so wildly different from what heâd expected, so unexpectedly not-like-a-Shiba, that he has to fumble for something to say for an unforgivably long moment. Him, fumble. This whole conversation has been one unexpected surprise after another, and later, Senzou will blame the shock for his next decision.
âWait.â
Ichigo stops and turns back. He doesnât look surprised, but neither does he look triumphant or even just smug.
Senzou suppresses a grimace. âThe school has nothing left to teach you about Kidou.â
Ichigo nods in unabashed agreement.
Senzou snorts softly. âBut I do. And I guarantee it wonât bore you.â
Ichigo blinks, and a crooked smile slowly curls at his lips. It doesnât erase his frown, but it softens his brow and makes his features look less harsh. âYou sure you wanna teach me?â
Senzou scoffs and pulls out his chair. âI wouldnât have offered otherwise.â He gives himself a mental shake and drags a grin back onto his face, sharp enough to cut. âSit your ass down so we can figure out a schedule, Ichi-chan.â
Ichigo instantly loses the smile and glowers like a thundercloud. Senzou all but basks in the familiarity of it, inwardly relieved at being back on steadier ground.
âDonât call me that, asshole!â
He probably shouldnât have offered, shouldâve just let him go and good riddance. But Senzou hasnât been taken so off-guard so quickly in a long time, and it had been frustrating and unnerving but underneath bothâŚ
There is a storm waiting on the wings of Seireitei, and Kurosaki Ichigo is the one holding its reins.
And Senzou. Senzou is just curious enough to want to see what that storm will bring.
3. âDid your hair grow three inches over the weekend?â Senzou asks the moment Ichigo walks into one of their weekly lessons.
Ichigo dumps his bag in a chair and scowls at him. His hair has been swept up into a bun, which is certainly a feat considering the last time Senzou saw him three days ago, it had only brushed his shoulders.
âThis body is seriously shit at regulating itself,â Ichigo grumbles. âI didnât have time to go to the barberâs, and Kuukaku threatened to shave me bald if I tried to chop it off with my Zanpakutou again.â
Senzou squints at him. âYou realize thatâs not normal.â
Ichigo rolls his eyes. âI didnât have a knife on me, and it was getting in the way, okay? Donât judge.â
This time, itâs Senzouâs turn to roll his eyes. âThat wasnât what I meant, Ichi-chan. Shinigami bodies donât suddenly grow several inches of hair overnight.â
âYouâd be surprised,â Ichigo mutters before shaking his head, and Senzou watches as black reiatsu crackles lazily across his shoulders. âIâm just kinda weird. Excess reiatsu plus funky biology apparently means random hair growth and dye jobs.â He shrugs. âKisukeâs still figuring it out.â
Senzou hums noncommittally. âUrahara Kisuke. Your⌠mentor?â
Ichigo pulls out the books Senzou had given him last week, along with a notebook and the latest essay Senzou had assigned him. All are tagged with multiple sticky notes.
âKind of?â Ichigo sounds like he isnât all too sure himself and even less concerned about it. âHeâs⌠Kisuke.â
Senzou eyes him curiously. âYou donât care that he basically engineered half your life then?â
Ichigo stills. Then he glances up with Hollow-gold eyes, and Senzou smiles and meets them without flinching.
âWhy would you say that?â Ichigo asks in even tones, but the office suddenly seems darker.
Senzou shrugs carelessly. âUrahara has a bit of a reputation for⌠working outside the box. Itâs not just me who thinks it, Ichi-chan. There arenât many who knew him who wouldnât take one look at you and guess that he had something to do with your existence.â He pauses. âAlthough admittedly, I suppose the worst of these rumours come from the ones who want him back most. Central 46 doesnât benefit half as much without his skills in assassination and technological development. It mustâve been a blow to their egos when Urahara refused their invitation to come back after the Winter War. They might be hoping enough unease over any other projects heâs bound to be working on would be enough to make him come back under their protection-â
âThatâs not called protection,â Ichigo growls, and Senzou stops, words withering on his tongue.
There is something about the black abyss of Ichigoâs unblinking stare that makes some base instinct in even Senzou want to back away, run, throw himself at this eldritch entityâs feet and beg for mercy. He squashes the urge and smiles like monsters donât exist.
Ichigo blinks. The darkness in his eyes recede, and the room clears again, bright with the sunshine pouring in through the open window. A shadow passes over his face, and when he opens his mouth to speak, Senzou catches a glimpse of fangs.
âWell that sucks,â The boy remarks succinctly like the silhouette on the far wall behind him doesnât outline a grinning mouth with too many teeth. âItâs none of their business anyway. Kisuke prefers his shop. Heâs his own boss there, and he likes it that way. Central 46 will just have to deal with Kurotsuchi.â
He flips open his notebook and shoves his essay over. âNow come on, we only have an hour today, and you said youâd go over this bit with me.â
Senzou nods and drops the subject. But three weeks later, he laughs when whispers tell of five Central 46 members retiring from their seats, replaced by one Shiba elder, one Shihouin, one Kuchiki, and two seated officers from the Gotei, one of which has served long enough that she doesnât mind semi-retiring, and the other who prefers more time at a desk job over constant fieldwork. Both have roots that trace back to the slums of Rukongai. Twelve days after that, the Soutaichou announces a new official position filled by Urahara Kisuke - Human World Liaison - and a team of his choice, effective immediately.
âYou donât waste any time,â is Senzouâs greeting the next time he sees Ichigo after that debacle.
Ichigo, seated on the edge of the Academy roof and surveying the rest of Seireitei (like a ruler looking over his kingdom), waves a dismissive hand that trails solid shadows through the air. âPeople whoâve never been Shinigami shouldnât be allowed to judge them. Kyouraku-san agreed.â
âIâm sure he did,â Senzou agrees, fighting near-hysterical glee down to a chuckle as he drops down to sit beside Ichigo.
He wonders if this is what it looks like, for a man to crown himself without even trying while most of the world cheers him on.
He glances to the side, arching an eyebrow when he finds Ichigo watching him. âYes, Ichi-chan?â
Thereâs a disappointing lack of irritable twitching this time, but the thoughtful look Ichigo has levelled on him instead is more interesting.
âI have finals starting next week,â Ichigo says abruptly. âSo I wonât be coming by the Academy until Iâm done.â
Well, less interesting than heâd expected. âIâll pick up your assignments for you,â Senzou offers, feeling generous. Itâs not every day Central 46 takes a beating. He doesnât care about Aizen, but if there was one thing he did right, it was butchering the judiciary authority on the way out. One group of them anyway.
Ichigo snorts. Rude. âThanks, but I was thinking, you could join me down there for once instead of me coming up to meet you here. I want to concentrate on my university exams, but I have to eat and stretch my legs sometime. If you want, I could show you around campus. Kisuke can lend you a gigai so you wonât even have to request one from the Twelfth and wait for the acquisition forms to be approved.â
The first thing Senzou wants to say is I canât. Because he canât. Central 46 canât make him do shit anymore, but short of slaughtering his way to the Senkaimon or disappearing into the Rukongai and living out the rest of his life as a fugitive, he canât leave Seireitei. He doesnât hate it here so much that heâd prefer either of those options, but the truth of the matter is, this is as much his home as it is his prison.
(A very pretty cage indeed.)
So he canât, but Ichigo isnât stupid, he shouldâve already figured it out, or guessed, if not from the start after whatever his family told him about Senzou, then in the five months since. Stuck at the Academy because heâs too much of a wild card to go on missions.
Ichigo isnât stupid, but neither is he cruel, not to those he has no quarrel with - that much Senzou can accept as truth. That heâs bringing this up anywayâŚ
So, âHow?â He asks instead, raising his eyebrows when Ichigo actually barks out a laugh. And then his eyes widen when Ichigo twists fingers through the air, and a Garganta springs into existence beside them.
âThis can take us there,â Ichigo grins. âAnd no one will ever even know if you donât want them to.â
Senzou stares from him to the murky void and back again. ââŚWhy?â
Why are you doing this? Why would you offer?
Theyâve known each other for five months, six if you count the one Senzou spent studying him. Most of that time has been spent in private tutoring sessions, and itâs benefitted Senzou as much as it has Ichigo. He technically shouldnât be teaching Ichigo even half the Kidou Corps secrets heâs already imparted, but Ichigo makes it worth his while - quick on the uptake, a challenge in the sparring ring, and a breath of fresh air from the tedious drudgery of teaching his other students. Occasionally, they even go out for meals, tucked away in a quiet corner of a restaurant or a food stand. And sometimes, Ichigo brings souvenirs back with him from his trips to the Human world - fiction, toys, tech, trinkets the living modern age has that Soul Society does not - and he gifts them not only to his friends amongst the students but also to Senzou these days.
Itâs a friendlier relationship than Senzou thought heâd ever have with anyone outside his sister, doubly so for a Shiba. Then again, Ichigoâs barely that, thank the Soul King, even if he was raised by one of the worst examples of that clan.
âWhy not?â Ichigo counters, like it isnât downright unnatural for anyone to do anything for Senzou, mostly because heâd rather stab himself in the face than fall into anybodyâs debt. People avoid him when they can because he is cruel, and thatâs the way Senzou likes it. He has high standards and little tolerance for things that bore him. Nothing bores him as easily as people do.
Until Ichigo.
âYou donât wanna be stuck here all the time,â Ichigo continues. âAnd I have an easy way out. So yeah, why not?â
Senzou turns his gaze to the horizion, past the sprawling streets and buildings of Seireitei to the sun setting beyond the wall.
He looks at the Garganta again. When Ichigo doesnât move to stop him, he reaches over and lets his fingers drift past the mouth of the portal. The void is cool to the touch but not freezing the way heâd half-imagined.
He retrieves his hand. âA campus tour then?â He muses lightly, and Ichigoâs features brighten in response.
Senzou almost sighs. He thinks he might understand now. Ichigo is a little more like a Shiba after all. Itâs just that heâs also a little more manipulative than one would expect of him. Senzou had all but told him not to interfere, to play hero for someone else, so Ichigo had backed off. But heâd figured out what Senzou wanted anyway, and his solution was to offer another way out instead.
Persistent, without disrespecting boundaries, and cunning enough to find another answer. In that regard, heâs nothing like his Shinigami relatives, who are always so loud about their intentions.
Charismatic, but⌠discreetly, almost insidiously so.
Senzou blinks. And then glances sharply at Ichigo again. His eyes look bronze in the light of the sunset, with the heat of his Hollow just beneath it. He has his head propped up against one loose fist, elbow balanced on one knee.
He smiles, almost guileless if not for the possessive resolve in the curve of that expression, and Senzou thinks, unbidden, ah. Thatâs how he won their devotion.
He gave his friends and family and allies everything they wanted, everything they needed, threw his heart and soul and body into every fight in their defense, shattered himself and rebuilt himself to protect the ones heâd taken under his wing, and so when the time came, how could any of them have done anything less for him?
It had probably not even been something Ichigo had done consciously from the beginning, it was just how he was built, through a quirk of the genetic fun park Urahara had ensured, or perhaps from the numerous near-death experiences life had forced him into. Ichigo probably hadnât been aware, at first.
But he definitely is now.
Senzou thinks Ichigo is only just starting with him. Senzouâs already been claimed, because - for whatever reason - Ichigo wants him.
It probably says a lot that even this early on, even having already figured it out, Senzou⌠canât say he cares enough to protest.
A Shiba in his bones, but leagues more dangerous by far.
4. The Human world is bigger than he remembers. Size-wise, itâs the same. But thereâs a lot more in it than he thought, and he isnât sure if thatâs due to the passage of time or because heâd never spent more time than strictly necessary here when he took missions on the material plane back in the day.
Either way, heâs free to explore it now, even if just a small part of it for the time being. The campus of Ichigoâs school is large and sprawling, and with Uraharaâs gigai and fake IDs and some Human money (he trades them for a box of seal traps even Tsukabishi Tessai wouldnât know of because theyâre Senzouâs own creation, and Urahara smiles like he understands and doesnât object), itâs easy enough to come and go once Ichigo drops him off.
âYou bought an apartment?â Senzou asks the first time Ichigo shows him the place and lets him poke around inside. Itâs recognizably a living space, but itâs foreign to him all the same, with a generous open floor plan and wide windows, marble countertops in the kitchen and dark wooden cabinets and a bathroom constructed of polished chrome and gleaming tile.
âKisuke bought me an apartment,â Ichigo corrects, flopping down on the couch where he has papers and books spread all over the coffee table and floor. His hairâs shorter today, barely past his shoulders, tipped black and hanging loose. Senzou is vaguely curious about what the boyâs classmates think of it.
âI wanted my own place,â Ichigo explains. âBut Kisuke took one look at the rent I could afford and practically frog-marched me here instead. Then he had Yoruichi-san steal all my stuff and move it here, and then he said I might as well just take it because staying would be less work than moving all my stuff back.â He snorts, but itâs a fond sound. âThe asshole. Itâs not like Iâd want to turn this place down. But itâs a bit much, so I try to help him with his research projects whenever I can in exchange.â
Senzou digests this with briefly raised eyebrows but says nothing. Urahara probably considers this another desperate form of making amends, and Ichigo probably knows it too. He probably wouldnât have accepted otherwise.
âThereâs a guest bedroom,â Ichigo calls after him as Senzou wanders down the hall to investigate exactly that. âRukiaâs stayed overnight, Renji too, and a few of my human friends have as well, but I always clean the place after they leave, so if you wanna stay tonight, feel free.â
Thatâs all the conversation between them for the rest of the day. Ichigo already showed him the campus the day before, and after tossing him a key to the apartment, Senzou is free to wander off and explore on his own.
Two weeks of regular visits to the Human world, and he still feels a little awkward in one of the shirts and jeans and sweater that that Quincy friend of Ichigoâs had shoved on him before whirlwinding back out again, apparently neck-deep in the middle of his own finals project.
âItâs Ishida, he makes clothes for everyone,â was Ichigoâs unhelpful clarification. âYou help by walking around and looking good in them.â
So Senzou does, and part of him feels like he should stand out more, but nobody gives him more than a passing glance at most. Well, some do, but he recognizes shallow attraction well enough to ignore it.
In the end, he finds himself spending the most time in the libraries and lecture halls, slipping into the back of a classroom and listening to lessons he actually has to pay attention to to even understand some of what the professor is talking about. The science lectures mostly go over his head, and heâs never been interested in that field anyway so he doesnât bother putting much effort into following them. Itâs the literature courses he likes the most. There arenât any at the Academy, not like this, and there are so many more books in so many more languages and genres than Senzou ever thought there existed in the world.
Soul Society suddenly seems so small in comparison.
Itâs always an exercise in patience every time he has to return to Seireitei to teach now. After the first two weeks of almost daily trips to the Human world, he orders - on a whim - the students from his upper-year classes to split into groups before assigning each of them a project due at the end of the term on the theoretical creation of three new Kidou spells.
Group projects are not a thing at the Academy. Senzou wonders why.
He tells them that at least two of the research sources have to be from outside the Academy, and he smirks when he follows Fujiwara Asuka to the First Division compound to speak with her cousin, and then the Eighth to speak with her cousinâs former lieutenant, and then even braving the Fourth, straight-backed and stiff with anxiety but marching in anyway with her nervous group members in tow until she manages to wrangle fifteen minutes of time from a few of the healers willing to answer her questions about Kaidou.
Even here, Ichigoâs influence flourishes.
Outside the classroom, Senzou begins collecting copies of Human books. He half-bribes, half-blackmails the librarian into setting aside a section for him, and then he begins his own project of filling it.
âYouâve been busy,â Ichigo remarks when he staggers in from his last exam and collapses into a chair just as Senzou finishes setting the table for dinner.
Senzou arches an eyebrow, smirking when Ichigo just rolls his eyes.
âPeople tell me things,â Ichigo informs him, barely waiting for Senzou to sit down before falling onto the meal like he hasnât eaten in a week.
âYou would make a poor king if people didnât,â Senzou murmurs, smiling serenely when Ichigoâs eyes flick up to meet his. Itâs not as intimidating when his cheeks are bulging like a chipmunkâs.
Actually, Ichigo in the Human world just seems less⌠overwhelming in general. It isnât as if heâs any less powerful. This particular gigai doesnât restrict him in any way. But thereâs a relaxed quality in him here that Senzouâs observed in the past three weeks thatâs always absent when heâs the rawest form of himself up in Seireitei.
âSoul Society needs to change,â Ichigo says at last, instead of denying anything. âIf that means kicking it in the ass until it stops fucking up the lives itâs supposed to be looking after, then thatâs exactly what Iâll do.â
Yes, and Senzou has no doubt heâll succeed. The majority of those in power have no desire to stop Ichigo. Those who do arenât strong enough. And Ichigo wants it. He wants it with a conviction Senzou has never seen in anyone, almost obsessive in its unfaltering desire⌠like the abyssal hunger of a Hollow and the eternal grudge of a Quincy and the timeless pride of a Shinigami all rolled into one.
Ichigo wants it, and heâll get what he wants.
The Soul King knows the universe owes him that much, and even if it didnât, Senzou doubts it would make a single bit of difference to their God-Slayer.
He lifts his mug in a toast. âThen I look forward to your endeavours. Youâll need to watch out for Central 46â˛s spies though. Iâm sure they wonât take this lying down.â
Ichigo cocks an eyebrow. âIs that an offer to keep your ear to the ground for me?â
Senzou attempts an innocent face, which works about as well as he expects when Ichigo snorts. âA mere Academy teacher like me probably canât help much, butâŚâ He thinks of the seals heâd planted throughout the entire Central 46 compound every time heâd had to report in, slowly but surely sneaking invisible ears into the heart of Soul Societyâs government. âI might hear things now and then. Iâll pass it on if it happens to be interesting.â
Ichigo grins and tips his own mug at Senzou like they arenât talking treason.
5. âSo.â
Senzou almost rolls his eyes. The Shibasâ commitment to their theatrics clearly hasnât changed.
âKuukaku-chan,â He says instead as he strides into his office and smothers the urge to draw his blade on the woman sitting on his desk like sheâs posing for Most Dramatic. He smiles instead, hiding the teeth of it behind his lips. âWhat a pleasure.â
Kuukaku grins back without any of the same courtesy. Of course. âNone at all, Iâm sure, so Iâll get straight to the point. What are you doing with Ichigo?â
Senzou does roll his eyes this time. âYouâll have to be more specific. As of yesterday, heâs teaching me how to drive a car.â His lip curls. âItâs a mode of transportation Humans have developed.â
âI know what a car is,â Kuukaku snaps, finally hopping down from the desk to prowl across the room. âWhy is he teaching you? What do you want with him?â
Senzou pauses halfway through setting down a stack of essays to be marked. ââŚIf I said vengeance on the Shiba Clan once Iâve convinced him to side with me, would that be about what you were expecting?â
Kuukaku glares and crosses her arms. âIchigo would never.â
Senzou smirks. âThen you have nothing to worry about, do you? Youâve wasted a trip.â
He brushes past her to flip through the paperwork on his desk. End-of-term reports are coming up, and thatâs always a waste of his time, so the sooner he gets them done the better.
âI know you resent us for what happened to Miyako,â Kuukaku says from behind him, and Senzou wonders if he can just walk out. Probably, but thereâs no way this woman wonât cause a scene. âBut Ichigo wasnât part of any of that.â
Senzou heaves a sigh and turns back around. âKuukaku-chan, I thought we just established that we both know that using Ichigo against your family wonât work.â
âNo,â Kuukaku nods. âBut you could hurt him to get back at us.â
They eye each other for a long moment, not quite hostile but far from amicable.
ââŚMy vengeance for Miyako was not lifting a finger when your clan was all but massacred,â Senzou finally says, ignoring the way Kuukakuâs expression pinches. âAnd so long as contact with you and yours is kept at an absolute minimum in the future, I donât care anymore. Besides, there is no point in targeting Ichigo to get to you.â He sneers. âHeâs a Shiba, but it would be an insult to consider him one of you.â
Kuukaku bristles but doesnât explode in anger the way some of her even more hot-tempered relatives would. She stares at him instead, and when she doesnât speak right away, Senzou goes back to organizing the contents of his desk.
âSay I believe that,â Kuukaku finally says, ignoring Senzouâs scoff. âMaybe you are hanging out with Ichigo with no ulterior motives. The gods know he makes that easy. But if thatâs what youâre doing, thereâs no way you wonât be seeing more of the rest of us eventually. He wasnât raised the way a Shiba shouldâve been, with none of our traditions and only a fraction of the family he shouldâve had. Thatâs on us. But heâs still family, and so long as he doesnât say no, weâre going to be a part of his life. Youâre going to have to accept that if you plan on marrying in.â
The shelf closes with a resounding thud under his hand, and judging by the give, heâs probably cracked the back of it too. He barely notices as his gaze snaps back up to stare incredulously at his uninvited visitor. âI beg your pardon?â
Kuukaku smiles thinly, and this time she looks more amused than anything else. âSomething to consider. But youâre more like Miyako than most people would think.â Her arms drop to her sides as she turns abruptly towards the window. âThatâs all I had to say. Youâre a smart man, Senzou. I donât need to tell you what will happen if you fuck up.â
And before Senzou can demand an explanation or - more likely - set her on fire for cracking such an abysmal joke, sheâs gone, disappearing through the window in a rush of Shunpo.
Senzou stares after her, then at the books heâd carried in earlier, then at the paperwork heâs putting off for the weekend because he has dinner with Ichigo tonight⌠just as he does almost every night nowadays.
He runs a hand over his face.
Shibas.
6. He says nothing. Heâs self-aware enough to know (now, damn Kuukaku) that thereâs something there, a spark, a connection, a pull Senzou has never felt towards anyone. He isnât going to call it love or whatever Kuukaku thinks is happening because it isnât. He finds Ichigo fascinating and endlessly entertaining, and anyone willing to face down Central 46 is worthy of some admiration in Senzouâs opinion. That Ichigo plans on turning the whole system upside-down and actually has the power to achieve it only raises Senzouâs esteem for him.
But he says nothing because Ichigo knows all this already. The day Senzouâs first instinct, when an assassin sent by Central 46 attempts to take Ichigoâs head, is to slit the hapless womanâs throat - even though he knows full well that she wouldnât have come anywhere near to succeeding - is the moment Ichigo gets irrefutable proof that Koyonagi Senzou is willing to kill for him.
Ichigo doesnât gloat of course, he isnât the type. Senzou half-expects it anyway, breath caught in his lungs for a moment with something disgracefully close to fear twisting in his gut as he turns to check Ichigoâs reaction.
But Ichigo only wrinkles his nose and toes the fresh corpse at his feet, and then he glances at the blood splatter dotting Senzouâs shirt and offers to get him a new one.
He also reaches out to touch the hilt of Senzouâs Zanpakutou before nodding once, deliberately, solemnly, the weight of it as much a thanks as it is an acknowledgement.
And that was that. Senzou relaxes, doesnât bat an eye when shadows surge up and swallow the body whole, and goes to change into another shirt. The incident passes, and it will be longer still before Ichigoâs enemies realize they probably shouldâve tried harder to get rid of Senzou years ago. Theyâd thought themselves safe enough though: they would never earn Senzouâs allegiance, but at the same time, nobody - including Senzou - ever thought anybody else would earn it either.
But the point is, Ichigo knows. Senzou has no need to speak of it, and both of them are content with that. If something more comes of it down the road, Senzou doesnât think heâd fight it. He lost this battle a good while ago, and he never even cared.
In the meantime though, he spies on Central 46 and enjoys what time he can spare in the Human world and continues reconstructing Seireiteiâs education system brick by stubborn brick. Thereâs a kingdom to conquer and a god Senzou has pledged himself to, and for now, that is enough.
#headcanon meme: answered#bleach#koyoichi#koyonagi senzou#kurosaki ichigo#kyouraku shunsui#shiba kuukaku#post canon au#headcanon#hi brain#wtaf happened
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Landing After a Freefall
In which Laurent puts his own life at risk and canât understand why Damen is so pissed at him.
It had started out as a good day.
They didnât have any urgent matters to attend to, so Laurent had invited Damen to go for a ride with him. They made the mistake of taking a familiar path and riding unchaperoned, and it wasnât until they were waylaid by a group of bandits at the outskirts of the forest did Laurent realize how foolish they had been.
Both Damen and Laurent were armed, but the bandits outnumbered them by three to one. Predictably, they didnât perceive Laurent as a serious enough threat and instead focused most of their attention on Damen. The bandits revealed themselves to be former slave traders, and they threatened to kill Damen if he refused to lift the ban on slavery. It was obvious that Damen was planning to fight his way out, but with a sword against his neck and two more poised at his chest, there was no way he would make it out alive.
And so Laurent began to goad the bandits. He told them the laws against slavery were his idea, and that Damen was nothing but a puppet king who made decisions with his cock instead of his head. He insulted the Akielon culture, and told them they were just as half-witted and barbaric as their king. His words incited a wave of patriotic rage among the bandits, and earned him a nick in the neck from one of the slaverâs knife point.
The momentary shift in attention gave Damen a chance to break out of their hold, and he made quick work of dispatching the slavers before they could slit Laurentâs throat. Damen reached for Laurent instantly, and tilted his head up to inspect his wound. Once he saw it was just a scratch, the concern in his eyes was replaced by a look of cold fury.
âWhy would you do that?â Damen growled with such intensity that it almost made Laurent take a step back.
âDonât be so sensitive,â Laurent said, but he was unable to keep the shock from his tone. âI didnât mean what I said.â
âI donât care what you said,â Damen snapped at him. âWhy would you put your life at risk like that?â
Laurent tried to mask his emotions with an air of nonchalance, but he found it difficult to school his expression. Itâs been a while since he had to use those kinds of defenses against someone. âI was diverting attention away from you.â
âThey had a knife to your throat!â
âAnd there were four men ready to run you through with their swords, in case you failed to notice.â
âWhat if I didnât get to you in time? They would have cut you down, what then?â
Laurent didnât know how to answer him, but he wasnât about to apologize for saving Damenâs life. âI can take care of myself.â
Damenâs fists clenched at his sides, and Laurent instinctively tensed as he remembered the last time they argued this intensely at Ravenel.
Damen must have noticed his reaction. He took a step back, but kept his gaze trained on Laurent. âDo you truly not understand why Iâm so upset?â
âPerhaps youâre too proud? Too emotional?â
âNo,â Damen said. It almost seemed like a sigh of defeat. âI donât want to do this here.â Then he turned away and strode towards their horses.
Laurent wanted to argue, wanted to find reasons to insult Damen, but his throat closed up as he was overcome with a sudden sense of shame. He might not understand the source of Damenâs wrath, but he definitely didnât deserve to be provoked any further.
They arrived at the palace with little fanfare, but when Laurent made for the direction of their apartments, Damen blocked his path. âYou need to see Paschal.â
âItâs just a scratch.â
âIt doesnât matter.â Damenâs hand closed around Laurentâs wrist and began leading him to the infirmary. His grip wasnât tight enough to bruise, but it was clear that he would not hesitate to drag Laurent if he were to refuse.
Damen left him with Paschal, and when Laurent asked where he was going, he simply said he needed time to clear his head. Laurent tried not to feel like a scolded child.
Damen didnât come back to their chambers until nightfall, and as much as Laurent pretended it didnât bother him, he couldnât get any work done because Damenâs absence was so jarring.
They simply regarded each other for a moment, Laurent from his place on the desk while Damen was leaning against the doorway. Laurent didnât plan on being the first to speak, but the words slipped out on their own accord. âIâm sorry.â
This seemed to unravel something in Damen. The tension visibly drained from his shoulders and he crossed the distance between them to take Laurent into his arms. âIâm sorry as well. I shouldnât have snapped at you, especially after what happened.â
âIâve had worse,â Laurent said, thinking of his uncleâs assassination attempts. The events today would not have shaken him if it wasnât for Damenâs anger.
âYou frightened me,â Damen admitted. He pulled away from Laurentâs embrace, but kept him at armâs length so he could look him in the eye. âWhy do you treat your life like a bargaining chip?â
âI didnât want to see you hurt,â Laurent said easily.
Damenâs grip on him tightened, and a hint of sadness flitted across his expression. âDid it occur to you that it would have hurt me more if something were to happen to you?â
The realization shouldnât have come as such a surprise, but itâs been sp long since he had anyone who truly cared for him. His guards protected him out of loyalty. His uncle spent more time plotting his demise than worrying for his safety, and the council had only ever felt disappointment towards their supposedly spoiled prince.
Laurent must have taken too long to respond because Damen frowned at him. âLaurent, you are precious to me,â he said slowly, as if he was making sure his words were understood. âWhat you did today reminded me far too much of what happened at Kingsmeet, and I canât bear to lose you that way again.â
âIâm sorry,â Laurent repeated. His heart clenched at the open devastation on Damenâs face, but he couldnât make a promise to never do it again. âYou are also very dear to me, and I will do everything in my power to make sure no harm comes to you.â
âIt doesnât always have to come to that.â
âDonât act like you wouldnât do the same.â
âI would gladly,â Damen agreed. âBut only if it was my last resort. Iâd find another way to protect you, one that doesnât require a sacrifice that would only hurt you more.â
Laurent shook his head. âYou canât possibly guarantee that.â
âI found another way before, didnât I?â
âI wish I shared your optimism.â
Damen sighed and took both Laurentâs hands in his own. âI know you cannot promise me anything, but the nest time you decide to do something so rash, just remember you are no longer alone.â
âI know.â
âDo you? Sometimes, I feel like you still need to be reminded.â
âRemind me then,â Laurent said. It was meant to be an invitation, nut he sounded a little too weary.
Damen planted a chaste kiss on his lips and another on his forehead, and then he tugged at his hands and guided him to their bed. Damen settled onto it first and pulled Laurent down next to him, but instead of undressing him, he circled his arms around Laurentâs waist and simply held him.
Laurent allowed himself to relax, resting his head on Damenâs chest so he could listen to his heartbeat. He had never doubted Damenâs love for him, but this was perhaps the first time he finally processed how much he meant to Damen.
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24 & 70 w/ sweet pea
24: soulmate au70: locked in a room
a/n: so iâve been wanting to write a bodyguard au and this just so happens to work out so here it is! and this is a fem!reader just because sp will specifically say âmaâamâ repeatedly for, yâknow, professionalismâs sake ;)
trigger warnings: violence, blood, guns, knives
âMaâam.â
âYouâre overreacting, just chill out. My father didnât even have to send you.â
âMaâam.â
âSeriously, this is fine! Itâs just a club.â
âMaâam.â
âWhat!?â you turn on your heels, scrunching up your nose in annoyance.
Sweet Pea opens the door for you, rather begrudgingly, âPlease be safe.â
You laugh, the smell of alcohol and lost inhibitions wafting through the air, âThatâs what I have you for, babe.â
You barely have time to gauge his reaction before youâre pushing through the crowd and making your way to the bar. Veronica wasnât kidding when she said she was going to start buying up real estate all over Riverdale. Your father and Hiram were business partners at one time, but ever since Mr. Lodge was carted away to prison, youâve been doing the business on your fatherâs behalf.
âRonnie!â you squeal, launching yourself across the bar to hug her around the neck. âGirl, you will not believe. My father made me bring my bodyguard.â
Veronica smirks, watching as the man trying so hard to act casual sweeps the area with his eyes. She bites her lip before turning her attention back to you, âHoney, he picked the hottest bodyguard after Reginald. Whatâs his name?â
âI donât know,â you shrug, tapping the bar to request a drink. âHeâs been hanging around for months, training or something. I just like to ruffle his feathers. Calling him âbabeâ really pisses him off.â
âYouâre a mess,â Ronnie rolls her eyes, âIâm going to check on Reggie. Of course everything is on the house. Weâll talk business later?â
You nod, pulling the straw between your lips and sipping on your drink concoction. Thank god the bartender knows your regular.
âMaâam,â your bodyguard steps into your side, alerting you to his presence.
You chuckle and swirl your drink, âAny threats detected, sir?â
He sweeps his dark eyes over the dance floor before turning his attention back to you, âProbably a couple of perverts hovering near the ladies room. Other than that, nothing to report.â
âPerverts by the ladies room is just another Saturday night,â you smirk, setting your drink down on the counter. You sit with your back to the bar and you can tell that makes him nervous. He leans over and picks up your drink before anyone can come near it.
âIf you hold it, itâll get hot,â you whine emphatically. âJust put it on the counter, everyone knows me here.â
âWhich is exactly why your father hired me,â he speaks curtly. âI wonât keep my job if you get your drink roofied.â
You shake your head and narrow your eyes, âMy father is cowering in some penthouse hideaway, so I donât currently take orders from him. I canât believe I even let you follow me around the past few months.â
âUnfortunately, Iâm not hired to be your friend,â he deadpans, handing your drink back to you. âIâm hired to keep you safe. Whether you like it or not.â
You gulp down the rest of your drink and slam the glass back on the counter, wiping your lip with the back of your hand. You go to speak, but heâs infuriating you past the point of speech, so you stalk off into the crowd to find someone to dance with.
six months later
âGet down!â he shouts, pushing you behind the kitchen table. He hands you a kitchen knife and your key ring that has pepper spray attached, âMaâam, Iâm going to take care of this, so stay put and be quiet.â
âWait,â you whisper, grabbing him by the shoulder. âWhatâs your name?â
He pants, his eyes darting from you to the door, âUh, itâs Sweet Pea, maâam.â
âOkay,â you nod, releasing his shirt, âI-I just thought I should know in case I, yâknow, die or something.â
Sweet Pea smiles sadly, pushing a lock of sweaty hair away from your face, âYouâre not dying today, maâam. Just stay put, Iâll keep you safe.â
Heâs gone before you have the chance to say anything else. You clutch your pepper spray to your chest and the knife wavers in your hand, so you hold it tighter, so tight that your knuckles turn white. You swallow and tears leak down your cheeks, burning your skin as you try to keep whimpers from escaping your lungs.
It feels like an eternity, gun fire and screaming and explosions echoing in the rooms adjacent to your own. You flinch with every loud noise, afraid that it might be the last thing you hear before you die. Your hand goes numb from clutching the kitchen knife, but it makes you feel safe so you donât dare to let it go.
Then everything goes quiet.
The only thing you can hear is your own breath rattling around in your lungs. You try to watch for shadows against the walls, wondering if youâll be taken by the men who threaten your home.
Your name is called by a familiar voice and you find tears streaming freely down your cheeks and a sob breaks your lips open. Sweet Pea turns the corner and he catches your body as it sags, the knife clattering from your hands to the kitchen tile floor.
âYouâre okay, maâam,â he murmurs into your hair as you cry into his shirt. You wilt against his body, but he holds you up with his arms around your shoulders.
You shake your head against his chest, swallowing the growing lump in your throat. You go to speak, but youâre interrupted by your whole body leaving the ground. Clutching his shirt further, you realize that Sweet Pea has pulled you off the ground and started to carry you out of the house.
âIâll take care of everything,â he tells you as he settles you in the back seat of his black SUV. âJust sleep. Weâll be home soon.â
Youâre sure that youâll never be able to sleep again in your lifetime, but as soon as the car starts and the hum of the engine vibrates your body, you find yourself lulled to sleep.
two months later
âI never believed in soulmates until I met Sweet Pea,â Toni chuckles, tipping her beer back against her lips. She smirks over at you, âI never knew he would be so different after he joined the force. He came back a different person, but Iâm starting to see his old self come back again. Even just in glimpses.â
You canât help but let your eyes wander to the parking lot where you know a familiar SUV is parked, watching your every move and making sure that you wonât come into any sort of harm. Your heart warms at the thought of it.
Itâs difficult to even think about soulmates with the past few months youâve had, but you know that the mark on your hand means that you have one. A flower that curls around your wrist and up your forearm means that youâre destined to have a life partner, one made perfectly for you.
âI doubt Sweet Pea has the mark,â you tell her, mouth against the rim of your glass. You force a smile onto your face, âBesides, Iâm not in the line of work to have a soulmate. Too many casualties since my father went to prison.â
Toni shakes her head, âI think youâd be surprised what youâd find if you stripped him of a few pieces of clothing.â
Your cheeks burn red, but you canât find it in you to respond.
Later that night, when Sweet Pea is doing a final sweep of your home, you reach out and grab him by the sleeve.
âPlease,â you find yourself speaking weakly, tears threatening to fall. âStay.â
You can see that he wants to object, but he raises his hand to press against the earpiece lodged on his left side and he mutters a few lines of code you canât seem to understand. He nods to someone outside and then pulls the piece from his ear and takes you by the hand.
âWhatever you need, maâam,â he tells you, allowing you to grasp him by the waist and pull him into your body. His warmth provides you with some sort of solace that you cannot explain no matter how hard you try.
âThank you,â you whimper into his shirt. You swallow the lump in your throat and throw away any inhibition about the tears that are soaking his clothes.
Somehow you convince him to crawl into your bed, and the sound of his pistol clunking into the bedside drawer gives you some semblance of safety. Itâs not your fault that heâs tall and quiet and intimidating, but all of those things rolled into this one manâs body make you feel at home.
four months later
You just wanted to test out your new panic room, thatâs all. You just needed to learn how to close the doors and operate the cameras. Itâs not your fault that there was a bug in the system from the company who installed it, and now you have to wait until someone from that very company can come to bail you out.
Oh well, at least you have some company.
âMaâam, Iâm sorry, I failed,â Sweet Pea apologizes as he paces the small space. He shakes his head and the veins on his arms and neck and forehead stress against his skin. He sighs, âI shouldnât have let this happen.â
You intercept him and brush your hand over his cheek, forcing him to look at you, âSweets, itâs okay. It was an accident.â
âIâm the head of your security team,â he grunts, trying to keep his cool with you so close. âI should be smarter than this.â
You try not to laugh as to not further damage his ego. Instead, you frame his face with both palms, âYouâre the head of my security team because I trust you with my life. Nobody could have predicted a malfunction with the safe, and thereâs no reason to go all James Bond on the situation because we have an alternative way out and weâre not currently in danger.â
Sweet Pea shrinks a little into your touch, the metaphorical weights sliding off of his shoulders and allowing him a moment to breathe. He looks you in the eyes, âI appreciate the sentiment, maâam, and the hesitation to scold me.â
âI can scold you if you like,â you wink, dropping your hands back to cross your arms over your chest. âIf thatâs what youâre into.â
Itâs only there for a fleeting moment, but Sweet Peaâs eyes and skin betray him as his cheeks burn pink and his eyes travel to your lips.
You reach across and tug on his gloved hand, âDo you ever take these off?â
âThey help my grip,â he explains, âso I only take them off when I sleep.â
You bite your lip, contemplating how to see if he has the soul mark to match your own. Youâve felt a connection to this man for a while now, but you were only ever able to explain it to yourself as the connection you feel when you lay your life in someone elseâs hands.
âI want to see your wrist.â
You settle for direct.
He blanches, eyes wide and mouth drawn open. Sweet Pea swallows, his throat bobbing, but he reaches for his glove anyway. He must know what youâre talking about, because he reaches for the exact hand you had in question. If it has what you think it has written over it, he will be your exact match.
âWait,â you order, grabbing him by the hand.
Sweet Pea halts, eyes open as he stares down at you. You gently drag one palm up his torso to card into the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging him downward to meet you halfway as you stand to your toes.
âI want to do this before I know,â you tell him, your lips a ghost against his. He does not struggle or pull away, and so you push yourself the rest of the way until your mouth is flush with his.
It takes him a moment to respond, but his arms rest at your waist and he tugs you as close as he can, abdomens completely in line with one another. His lips are tangled with yours, slotted perfectly, just as you assumed they would be. His mouth is warm and tastes of cinnamon, just like the gum he constantly chews throughout the day. You wonder what you taste like to him, but you havenât got another moment to care when he bites down on your lower lip and hooks his hands under your knees.
Sweet Pea hoists you onto the small counter in the tiny panic room, resting his body between your knees and never breaking the connection of your lips. A small groan emits from the back of his throat and now youâre dying to know if he is your match, your soulmate.
You break apart, hair mussed and lips bright red. You canât help the giggle that tugs open your mouth, but you force yourself to redirect your attention to his wrist.
âI didnât want it to be just because we were meant to be,â you tell him as your hand hovers over his glove. You slide your index finger under the lip of the material, feeling his pulse quicken under your touch. âI had to let you know that I wanted this before I know.â
He nods, a heady breath shaking his lungs, âI-I wanted it to. But I already know.â
You remove his glove, and there, wrapped around his wrist, is a beautiful flower with petals to match your own.
a/n: whew, that was a long one! hope you liked it, anon! feel free to request more!! :)Â
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52. Part 2
Opening the baby gate laughing at Shawn, he has been harassing me call after call âI am awakeâ walking over to him âlater as hell, I am all excited for this my nigga come hereâ Shawn hugged me âI am tired, but I have something to tell you. I have changed the plan, we are still going away butâ I paused âoh no, why a but? What is happening?â he is all panicking about this ânothing bad, just that I didnât tell Robyn early enough, I told her yesterday because I forgot, I have had so much on my mind, you know. So, I told her yesterday and she wasnât upset about it or angry, she said I needed some time away but she is on call for this weekend, and she said what if she gets called in, what happens when Reign. So, I said I will take her with me to Spainâ Shawnâ mouth fell open âwhat!?â he spat âI love Reign, I do. She is my niece, but she will pose a trouble for us, how we going to relax with Reign? Itâs not a good idea, ok. So, let me thinkâ Shawn is the only one to be having a meltdown about this, I am so relaxed about it. I think Reign is no problem at all, that is my daughter âI will get Nalah to have her, she will take her for the duration of Robyn on call, then we can go to Milan and have fun, come on Maurice. Youâre going to be chasing after Reign, how are you going to relax? Shit is not logical; we are meant to be having us time. Right?â nodding my head âok, so if you can sort that out for us. Come on Maurice, you need to whine down a little bit. I am sorry Mauriceâ I sighed out âI wanted to go and see Mami actually, well Paula. We can relax still?â Shawn sighed out âthen what if Nalah comes with us?â I shook my head ânow I feel like my daughter is getting between your little vacationâ Shawn pulled a face at me âseriously? My little vacation, I am just trying to help you so we can spend time together but now you want to go and visit your step mother?â mean mugging Shawn âthere is a reason why I donât fuck with you anymore, I have moved on. I donât need you, or Nalah or any of you. Just fuck off and make your own trip, get the fuck out of my home too. Watch your mouth too, go!â I spat, Shawn shook his head and walked off âyou have changed, nigga!â Shawn said walking off.
I donât need Shawn, assuming my daughter is a pain and will be in the middle of this stupid vacation, I donât need him. I will be going away without him and with my daughter. You know what, I feel I have moved on and him acting highly upset about it is bullshit, he should be happy for me. I didnât make the effort with him, so what. He knows I am busy but yet he does this, no friend does that. He fucking with the wrong nigga because I will destroy his fucking life, I am very angry right now âhey Mauriceâ Ally picked up finally âI need the jet to go to Spain instead, just update it pleaseâ disconnecting the call, I need to get ready to go, he is right. I need time away from this shit, I just want to have some peace and that will be my only way for this. Opening my bedroom door âis Shawn here?â Robyn asked while she dressed Reign, if I say I had a disagreement with Shawn about Reig, she will then think I am annoyed but then will want me to not take Reign because of my mood âfine, he will meet me at the airportâ I mean, I will tell Robyn after because she may talk me out of it. I am annoyed because I feel like Shawn was making it seem like my daughter was in the way, I donât want Nalah looking after her. And fuck that, I want to see Mami.
Robyn has Reign wearing a little backpack and I find it the cutest thing ever âmy little globe trotter, you ready? We about to go on an adventureâ picking Reign âI have everything in this suitcase and yes itâs big, I donât care if itâs just the weekend. Just be safe. I am not sure about letting her go but I trust you and I know she will listen to you, also I am nervous. Maurice seriously, just bring her back if anything. Swap roles with Shawn too, if she is sad then please bring her back. See now I am getting sad, just come back with her. Pleaseâ Robyn strained out âit will be one night, like I would come back Monday but just one night. I will be back, donât worryâ I chuckled âI know but just be safe ok? And you donât be a brat for him, little madamâ Reign doesnât understand the dramatics âwe good ainât we? Itâs an adventure for usâ Robyn sighed out âI love you both so much, come back. I feel better itâs just one night nowâ leaning down and pressing a kiss to Robynâ lips âwhy didnât you get Jay to go with you?â shaking my head âI donât need anyone, I love you. Say bye mommy!â grabbing Reign arm and waving âbye baby, love you bothâ walking out of the door.
This is easy, Reign is asleep. I placed pillows all around her and I can see the made-up bed from where I am sat, I thought I will do some work while on the jet to Spain. I mean I donât really care for Shawn right now; I am on a different path and speaking of the nigga, answering the skype call he clearly saw me online âwhat?â I answered âdid you go then? Look I didnât want it to come off the wrong way, I donât want to argue with you, I am sorry please. Just donât cut me off like thatâ I shrugged âwhen Robyn and Reign moved to me you knew my priorities would change; you knew I would be busy. Youâre making me feel like you preferred me being lonely always calling on you?â Shawnâ mouth fell open âok, ok. You two, let me sit in on this. What is happening? I have him upset and then you? You both are the worst, like an old couple. Sensitive bitches!â Nalah sat next to Shawn âhe is the sensitive one crying in my office, I am just trying to keep up with my life. Is that a hard thing to understand with any of you! Like fucking listen to yourselves, Maurice do this, do that. Give me some fucking attention, just fuck off. I donât want to give it, how about that!? Shawn knows I have shit to do, I have shit going on every fucking end and you want to have some attentionâ see now heâs got me worked up âMaurice, come on now. Just relax, you donât do well with stress youâre going to get ill, come on now. I think wires are being crossed here. I understand, listen to me. Are you on the jet then?â Nalah asked âyeah, I am going Spainâ Nalah rolled her eyes âyouâre so stubborn, you both are just being hormonal with each other. He told me, he just wanted time with you and he just wanted solutions but then you got offended by it, you are feeling sensitive Mauriceâ I sighed out âwhatever Nalah, then if you know I am stressed then why add to it? You and that dumbass know me so well then fucking act like it, please donât call me. I donât want to know; this weekend is my time. Byeâ disconnecting the skype.
I am honestly missing my babies, I feel like I have nothing to do because it would be just my luck that nothing is happening, I have not even asked to come in at all which is sad because now I am just sat around eating, nothing else to do but that. I honestly must be crazy to be letting Maurice take Reign out of the country but then he is fine with her, he literally takes care of her at home so what is the difference, but I am missing them so much. My phone buzzed at the side of me and then the buzzer went off, picking my phone up from the side of me to check. My phone unlocked and bought up the camera, oh itâs Nalah. Pressing the speaker âthe door is unlockedâ unlocking the door, Nalah waved at the camera walking in. This is the bonus of this home, the cameras and I donât have to ever leave what I am doing to let someone in, stifling out a yawn. After all that I could have kept Reign with me, that honestly annoys me because I wouldnât have mind taking care of her. Hearing the elevator ping ânobody got the time to walk them stairsâ I chuckled turning on the couch to look at her âI donât know what I would do if it broke, this is a nice surprise. Nice dress bitch, is that Dior?â Nalah looking classy as shit âyou know it, hey girl. Donât get up, sit there. I am tired and canât wait to take off these heels, I have been running around for that golden boy and then I just get his abuseâ Nalah huffed out sitting down âbusy then?â sitting back on the couch âyes, for my dadâ great idea for a wedding, well I told you we still have the dresses from last time, he has the suits but my dad is just fussing and I am all hot and bothered so give me a momentâ poor Nalah she looks like she has been harassed by everyone.
I made Nalah a cocktail âyou didnât need too at all but this looks delicious, I have heard about your booze selectionâ I smiled sitting across from her âitâs ok, I mean we donât exactly drink constantly but when Maurice hosts his little events, maybe thenâ watch me get called in now someone is here âso are you on call? With your work, what is that? Why donât you be at work?â Maurice must have mentioned it to her âso I am the one duty if needed so, I can be home but if they call me I have to go. So itâs like a day off but not a day off also, so I am like the point of call for emergencies that need to be done to save that personâs life quickly. I donât mind that but itâs annoying because like today, nobody will call me in but I did get a call from someone asking advice which I said can be scheduled for when I am in, there is thatâ Nalah let out an oh âthat is so interesting, amazing workâ I shrugged smiling âitâs ok I suppose, how is you and Shawn? Still going strong?â might as well ask âchile, he would be ok if he wasnât crying over Maurice constantly. He came back in the morning like Maurice told me to fuck off and that he doesnât fuck with him anymore, like complaining as shit. So, I told Shawn skype him, he is online. Shawn apologised, so then I started to talk to him, and Maurice is just pissed off and stressed which I understand so he is just snapping at me, told me to not call him, men! The whole reason was that Maurice felt like Shawn didnât want Reign there, Shawn just wanted him to have a solution, he said I can babysit Reign. But nothing was right for him so there is thatâ Nalah spat âwait, I am confused where is Shawn?â raising an eyebrow âhome, Maurice said for him to not go and he will go alone to Spainâ my face softened âhe didnât say that to me at all, seriouslyâ I huffed out, what is he playing at âoh, he didnât?â Nalahâ face softened âI know him, I sleep with the man every night, talk to him every night and day when we not busy and I know he is stressed out, I know he is upset. I wanted Shawn to help him so he can relax, my godâ rubbing my face âdonât be angry with himâ Nalah was quick to say, picking my phone from the side âwatchâ I said, she can sit and hear what I say.
Placing my phone against my ear, I am not angry with him, but I just donât want him to struggle but then again I donât think he will at all âheyâ he sounds so husky âhad a nap?â I asked âuhâ he cleared his throat âyeah, I did. Still flying, just fell asleepâ nodding my head âok, how is Reign?â I canât hear her âshe is asleep still, I think she will be awake soonâ Nalah talking about donât be angry with him, she doesnât know me âwhat about what happened with Shawn, Maurice?â I asked, I didnât shout or make out that I am angry with him âhe told you?â Maurice was quick to say âno he didnât, Nalah is here. She thought I knew, so you took Reign with you. Father and daughter time huh? Bonita not invitedâ I said smiling, Nalah is looking at me like I am crazy âyou were, just you are busy. I guess it is daddy and daughter timeâ I sighed out âwell, I just wanted to know. Call me when you land ok?â I mean deep down I am not happy, I am slightly upset and concerned that he is alone with her âI will, love youâ he sounds sad âlove you tooâ disconnecting the call âseriously? Arenât you like angry?â shaking my head âI want to be his peace, why do I need to shout at him? He doesnât need that, I want to be the woman he needs and I will get that back from him. If I start shouting at him, start saying you stole my baby, you stole her! You took her there and you lied. I mean I could have but I know Maurice is going through it right now. Heâs going to see Paula; he will have his happy time with his daughter and that is what I know. Nalah, he is a good father. He is feeling stressed, Marquis is ill, you and I both know his days are numberedâ Nalahâ face softened âI didnât think you would know or even take noticeâ Nalah said âtake notice of a man Mauriceâ adores, I am not sure if Maurice knows it in his heart or that he is being blind to it? but I am scared to know what he will be likeâ Nalah needs to realise that I have to handle my life better and my mom would be proud âI think Maurice will need time, he has a good woman, he has you so I donât think he will be bad. I was shocked to see how you handled itâ I chuckled.
Nalah keeps speaking on how I handled it, I think she expected me to be angry, but I know Maurice has been struggling and I donât want to stress him, it will flare up his sickle cell. I just want to get married to him now âI donât know what is wrong with me but recently I have been feeling it, like I want another baby. I feel like Reign grew on me too fast, I just really been feeling broody about it, I donât know. Even though Reign is still my baby, I just want another one. And Iâve been playing with the idea of letting it happen natural or do it through insemination, but I think the second option would be best, Maurice wouldnât be able to deal with it if the baby had it, you know. Itâs so random maybe soon but yeahâ I shrugged, I have been wanting to have another, but I maybe need to wait it out a little longer âgirl, when I see Reign I get baby fever. I told Shawn we are baby making, so we are currently trying. I get how you feel with wanting a baby, I do tooâ I cooed out âme and you could be pregnant togetherâ I pointed at her.
I was going to go back to my childhood home, but I decided to go and see Mami âthank you my friendâ I said, the driver took all the stuff out for me, leaving the case and stroller outside. Reign is quiet, I prefer it that way but I think she is just thinking what is this âwhy is Mami taking so longâ pressing the buzzer again âwhat is she like, she knows I am hereâ pressing a kiss to Reignâ cheek, she has had a long flight. Reign is not in the mood âmi chico esta en casa!â hearing Mami shout âMami, I came to see youâ Mamiâ eyes grew âMaurice, the babyâ the gate opened âoh my god, Maurice she is beautifulâ Reign was quick to look away, she didnât want to know right now âshe is grumpy right now, I missed you!â Mami got her arms open âcome on, come here. Te quiero mucho maurice, eres mi chicoâ leaning down and hugged Mami, she pressed a kiss to my cheek âso happy to see youâ she gives the best hugs âI love you too Mami, I been feeling so downâ moving back from the hug âMami knows, you know I know babyâ she touched my face, Reign finally looked âMami, this is Reign-Texas. The other girl that has taken my heart, she means so much. Heyâ Reign grinned at me âyou know I am speaking about you, donât youâ Reign giggled clapping her hands, I am so happy to be back in Spain, itâs love here âyes Mi Amor, Mami thinks youâre beautifulâ I laughed, Mami reached towards Reign to hold her hand âshe is beautiful, she got you Maurice. I know, I took care of you remember. Oh I am so happy to see her, letâs go inside. Franco will pick up your things, comeâ I hope she donât think Iâm staying here.
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requested by anonymous: Hi can you do a sweet pea cheats on reader with Josie and sheâs all angsty and sad and her bff fangs and her end up having sex to get low key get SP upset. ;) please and thank you â¤ď¸ ( sheâs a serpent bred)
You stood in the doorway of your boyfriendâs bedroom, thinking you were going to surprise him with breakfast before school, but instead he surprised you. With Josie McCoy in his bed.
âOh my god.â you finally let out after what felt like years of silence.
ây/n? Listen, okay. I can explain.â Sweet Pea said jumping up off the bed and walking towards you.
âExplain what? Why you were just in bed with Josie? I think itâs pretty obvious what was happening, Pea. Sheâs not wearing any clothes.â you motioned towards Josie who was scrambling to pick up her clothes and put them back on, âDonât bother, iâm leaving.â you said tossing the bag of food onto the coffee table as you passed. You stormed out of his trailer, pretty much running to your truck. Sweet Pea stood on his porch, watching as you skidded down the gravel road in a desperate attempt to put as much distance between you and that trailer as fast as possible. As you drove you pulled out your phone immediately calling Fangs, your best friend, who answered after the third ring.
âWeâre skipping school today. Iâm outside.â you said into the phone after he said hello. He walked out not a moment later, climbing into your car and looking at you.
âWhat happened?â he asked.
âI walked into Sweet Peaâs trailer with breakfast and i found him in bed with Josie fucking McCoy.â your voice broke halfway through telling him what happened and the tears began to fall.
ây/n, iâm so sorry. Come here.â he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him on the bench seat of your truck. He let you cry into his chest as he rubbed soothing circles on your back.
âNo, you know what. Iâm done crying. He didnât give a shit about my feelings when he slept with her last night so iâm just gonna act like this doesnât bother me because he doesnât deserve to see me cry over him.â you said angrily wiping the tears from your eyes.
âYou want to go get some Popâs then?â Fangs asked. You nodded, sliding back over in front of the steering wheel and pulling away from his trailer.
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âDid you know?â you asked as you pushed the pancakes you ordered around on your plate.
âKnow what?â Fangs asked.
âAbout Josie and Sweet Pea?â
âOh, no i didnât actually. You telling me when you picked me up was the first iâve ever heard about it.â he answered shoving more food into his mouth.
âThis sucks!â you exclaimed dropping your fork onto the table. Your eyes welled up with tears again and Fangs gave you a knowing look. He knew you were talking out of your ass earlier when you said you werenât going to cry. Shit like this hurts, even the toughest of people and he knew you better than anyone. You were going to hurt for a while, but you were stubborn so you werenât going to let Sweet Pea see you hurting.
Fangs threw some bills on the table, standing up and motioning for you to come alone. You walked out to your truck, Fangs opening the passenger door for you to get in and closing it back once you were in. He climbed into the driver seat, starting your truck up and heading back towards Southside.
âWhere are we going?â you asked through sniffles.
âSweet Pea is at school so weâre going to get your stuff from his trailer so you donât have to face him to get it. Also itâll make him really upset to see all of your stuff is gone when he gets home.â
You climbed out of the truck, heading straight for the door. You double checked that his bike was actually gone and not hiding on the side of his trailer before entering. You started grabbing your clothes out of his closet and dresser, throwing them in one of your bags, while Fangs went into the bathroom to grab all of your toiletries. Within minutes all of your stuff was packed into bags and being throw into the bed of your truck.
The rest of the day, you and Fangs hung out in your apartment. He helped you put your stuff away and then the two of you sat on the couch, you crying into his chest, while he tried his best to calm you down.
It was time for the Serpent meeting that FP called earlier this week, so you got up and tried your best to make it look like you hadnât been spending the last few hours crying because your boyfriend cheated on you. You slipped your jacket over your shoulders and followed Fangs outside to your truck.
At the Wyrm you stayed on the farthest side of the bar, away from anywhere you knew Sweet Pea would hang out. You almost didnât come to the meeting not really wanting to see Sweet Pea at all after this morning, but you werenât going to miss a Serpent meeting. And you can only thank god that Fangs was by your side.
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After the meeting you and Fangs tried to rush to your car to avoid Sweet Pea, but when you walked outside, Sweet Pea was leaning against the front of it. You rolled your eyes, walking straight to the driver side and opening the door. Sweet Pea quickly made his way over, shutting it before you could get inside and standing in between you and the truck.
âMove.â you said.
âNot until you talk to me.â he stated crossing his arms over his chest.
âI have nothing to say to you other than weâre done. Now move.â you spat.
âIt was a one time thing, y/n. Please. Iâll never talk to her again if it means you and i stay together.â he pleaded.
âShouldâve thought about that before you slept with her in the first place. Now get the fuck out of my way.â you growled staring him dead in the eyes.
âSo thatâs it?â he asked.
âYes thatâs it. What else did you want me to say? How else did you think iâd react? You slept with someone else, Sweet Pea. You canât honestly stand here and tell me you thought it would be okay that i found you in bed with Josie this morning.â you scoffed.
âNo but i at least thought youâd hear me out. Or yâknow, not break into my trailer and get all of your stuff out while i was at school.â
âI didnât break in, dumbass. I have a key, which you can have back by the way. I wonât be needing it.â you said handing him the key after you took it off your key ring, ânow get the fuck out of my way so i can leave. This conversation is over.â
Sweet Pea moved without another word, allowing you to climb in your truck where Fangs waited in the passenger seat. You sped off without looking back at him in the mirrors.
Back at your trailer, you and Fangs lay in your bed staring at the ceiling in silence. You started crying the second you entered your trailer, but now you just laid there with dried tears on your face while Fangs laid next to you trying to think of ways to get back at Pea.
âYou know, you could always sleep with someone you know he would be very upset about to get back at him.â
âSweet Pea hates everyone. Anyone i slept with would piss him off.â
âYeah, but sleep with someone he thought he could trust. Thatâll really hurt him.â Fangs suggested.
âWho? You? Because the only two people he genuinely cares about are you and Toni and iâm not gay.â you stated. Fangs shrugged his shoulders putting his hands behind his head. You thought it over for a second before saying fuck it and climbing on top of Fangs, letting your lips find his.
âYou know this will fuck up your friendship with him, right? You sure you want that?â you asked.
âI became friends with him because you introduced us. I think iâm fine with this.â he said with a chuckle.
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Fangs dropped down on the bed next to you, both of you out of breath and sweaty. You threw the blankets over the both of you to shield your bodies from the cold air of your room as your turned on your side to face Fangs.
The next morning you were sleeping peacefully until a loud voice woke you up.
âYouâve gotta be fucking kidding me!â Sweet Pea yelled from the doorway of your room. You sat up, holding the blanket to your chest as you wiped the sleep from your eyes. You looked at Sweet Pea who looked hurt and angry and then down at a sleeping Fangs who laid next to you. You looked back up at Sweet Pea, shrugging your shoulders before speaking.
âOops.â
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Riverdale 3.09 Thoughts *Spoilers*
- Choni â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ But âstealing from.the rich to give to, well, usâ what? Cheryl⌠YOUâRE RICH. Give some of the money to the Serpents They need it a bit more than you do baby. BUT BITCH THEIR FIRST I LOVE YOU IâMâ
- Five weeks of the quarantine⌠that would have made an INCREDIBLE story line? Seriously? It would have been amazing to see Sweet Pea being temporary king while Jarghead and FP were gone. But no⌠letâs just skip the good part? What the fuck kinda writing skips.a great plot?
- âAll physical contact must be kept to a minimum?â um⌠literally WHY? Thereâs literally NO reason for that to be a rule? Also fuck off Moose no ones likes a tattle tale and we all know that youâre slumming it up with Kevin after school so leave my babies alone. Oh. itâs for the seizures? Really? Dude SEIZURES ARE NOT FUCKING CONTAGIOUS YOU STUPID FUCKERS OH MY GOD. Stop trying to keep then gays from being cute!!!!!!!
- The RROTC made the rules? Dude they donât run the school lmao thatâs NOT HOW THINGS WORK
- JOSIE SINGING!!! MY BABY VERONICA!!! UGH FUCK ME UPPPP
- VEGGIE. VERONICA IS LOOKING AT JOSIEâS INCREDIBLE SINGING WHILE REGGIE IS AWING AT VERONICA IâMâ
-  Ew and then my mood is ruined by bughead waking up đˇđˇđˇ
- Betty put all of those girlâs⌠in HER house? THE COOPERS CAN BARELY TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES LET ALONE THOSE GIRLS. Also donât they fucking have families? And yes, Betty, that scream definitely would wake up your mom because they have those motherly instincts and theyâd think their child was hurt, so ofc sheâs going to wake up.
- They want to play⌠G&G⌠are you kidding me? I kinda get that it makes them feel better because thatâs how they had it in SOQM but still WHY? JUST PLAY CLASSICAL MUSIC OR SOMETHING AND TAKE A BATH.
- Of course Jughead goes from his horrible leadership to âI left you too longâ stfu right now your priority is the Serpents and whoâs dealing the drugs (although I know who and uhhhh leave them alone he has to stay alive somehow)
 - They donât even have an elected Sheriff yet? WHY? SHERIFF KELLER DIDNâT DIE DID HE? THEN FUCKING REINSTATE HIM??? ITâS NOT THAT FUCKING HARD YOU STUPID FUCKS
 - âMaybe that means that Archie could come back homeâ wE KNOW YOUâRE IN LOVE WITH HIM BETTY. Barchie!!!! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
- Reggie â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ WOAH WHAT NO LEAVE HIM ALONE? HE ALREADY GETS ABUSED BY HIS FATHER! But aw Ronnie gets to take care of him Iâmâ
- Hiram really is trying to hustle his daughter wow so uhhh he does know that his daughter is the incredible Veronica Lodge, right? Sheâll find a way lol we all know the queen can do everything
- âHas anyone ever told you youâre a badass?â Wow Reggie is so fucking into her Iâm just đđ
- If Vegas gets hurt RAS will LITERALLY DIE. Â I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS AND IâM NOT READY FOR THIS. Also thereâs no way Vegas wouldnât have seen or heard the bear behind him but sure whatever. ARCHIE JUST BC SHEâS ZONING OUT DOESNâT MEAN YOU CANâT HEAR HER. JUST DO WHAT SHE SAYS JESUS. Also how convenient that it suddenly doesnât work.
- âThey imprinted on meâ Betty NEVER say that again that was gross as fuck. âBut as their queen, they are your responsibility, not mineâ bitch Betty canât be a queen no matter how hard she tries, and she (nor Jughead) know how to take care of anyone but themselves so⌠Alice unless you want Betty to end up killing them, this is where you, as the mom, undermine her and take them to the farm. Of course I donât trust the farm but itâs much safer than the Cooper house hold because they have the resources to spare, the Cooperâs donât.
- Hey hereâs an idea⌠since you canât get to Hiram using the nuns because they took a vow of silence (cowards) then maybe⌠just maybe⌠OUT IT AS A CONVERSION THERAPY HELL SITE AND USE THAT INSTEAD? But we know Betty doesnât want to save the gays so đˇđˇ
- I love Josieâs singing but why is she singing in an empty lounge? REST HER VOCALS.
- I used to love Hiramâs evil-ness but now he just shows up all the time and itâs getting annoying. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD END THIS FUCKING PLOT SO VERONICA CAN FOR ONCE GET HER OWN STORY THAT BETTY DOESNâT TAKE, THAT DOESNâT REVOLVE AROUND HER FATHER OR A GUY. SERIOUSLY. They have so much potential with literally any other character but still decide to force Bughead and their separate characters down our throats. Like at this point honestly just kill them both off Jesus Christ
- Jughead⌠this is a gang⌠theyâve always sold drugs? At least, weed, but still? You have to take into consideration that you were gone, and they were placed under quarantine, and they needed money. You canât blame any of them for dealing with Hiram you whiny piss baby. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
- God it bothers me that Jarghead is such a lowsy king. When do we get Sweet Pea overthrowing him? pLEASE WE NEED IT SO TONI CAN LEAD BESIDE HIM. Maybe Swangs (even though I know what happens) and Choni can co-lead the Serpents
- Cheryl speaking facts! AND MY BOY FANGS. Jughead had NOTHING to say to Fangs and FP had to step up and cover for Jughead, because he was right. What else are they supposed to do? Gangs are supposed to do bad shit? Jughead has done ultimate horrible shit and suddenly heâs going to act like a gang is supposed to be clean? Jughead do your research that is not what gangs do. Also, if FP is going to be at every fucking Serpent meeting maybe he should, you know, take his spot back. Heâs a MUCH better leader than Jughead, even though Iâd prefer it be one of the founding members like TONI FUCKING TOPAZ or something.
- I love how no one really does the âin unity there is strengthâ thing. Like, they know theyâre being lead to slaughter basically and FP is just letting it happen. Also, theyâre running the gang into the ground. There is no more unity because JUGHEADâS STUPID POWER-HUNGRY ASS ISNâT DOING SHIT TO HELP THE GANG. Also also Betty looks so out of place and awkward there. Canât wait for Archie to come back and for her to realize that he almost died and then realize she canât live without him and that she loves him and finally bughead can split for good and barchie can rise
- If Veronica paid why the FLYING FUCK did they go after Josie? FucK OFF HIRAM
- Polly you had to say his name. LEAVE MY BOY ALONE.
- FANGS CRYING STOP STOP STOP MY BABY BOY NO NO NO
-Â âWe couldâve helped youâ JUGHEAD YOU LITERALLY JUST BANNED CRIME. THE SERPENTS HAVE NO MONEY WHAT ELSE WHAT HE WAS SUPPOSED TO DO? Also they canât get mad at him bc this was before Jughead got back and did the stupid crime law like a hypocrite
- DUDE FANGS DID THIS BEFORE THE FUCKING RULE YOU STUPID FUCKERS? LIKE??? DO YOU HAVE NO BRAIN CELLS?
- Oh Jughead has one brain cell left? I know he ends up being cancelled but heâs not⌠yet.
- CHONI BREAKING IN AND STEALING SHIT YES BITCH
- Why is Archie hallucinating playing G&G? Like doesnât this mean heâs playing by himself? The fuck?
- Dead ass Cassidy telling Archie it sounds like his fault that all that happened, you can tell that this is Archieâs mind because he always blames himself for things that have nothing to do with him. Because we know that itâs definitely NOT his fault. None of it is.
- Cheryl just HAD to kiss the picture
- JERONICA. JERONICA. JERONICA. JERONICA. JERONICA. JERONICA. JERONICA. MY FANFIC IS COMING TO LIFE. JUGHEAD AND THE SERPENTS PROTECTING VERONICA YASSSSSSSSS
- Iâm mad that they didnât have Joaquin not actually die. Like, Sweet Pea and Fangs were close to him? They could have faked his death like what the fuck
- YES WE LOVE AND STAN LAWYER MCCOY
- How did Jughead know that Toni was involved? Cheryl was the only one who left a stupid calling card.
- THE TEARS WELLING IN TONIâS EYES STOP STOP STOP
- But he canât fucking kick her out sheâs literally a legacy. This crusty white boy needs to sit the fuck down
- Okay one, Cheryl why would you bring Fangs back into it? THE FUCK. Also, Jughead you canât be disappointed in Fangs for telling SP even though you said not to tell anyoneâbest friendâs never count.Â
- SWEET PEA STANDING UP. FANGS CRYING. âSome leader you areâ YES FANGS WHAT A KING. SWEET PEA BBY OH MY GOD
- âAnd the rest of us donât get to go back to Thistlehouseâ says the disgusting whiny piss baby who gets to sleep in his girlfriendâs house, in her comfortable bed while his gang lays in cots or some shit in tents. Get off your mighty high horse, Jughead. God, now theyâre switching roles⌠Betty is kinda becoming SLIGHTLY tolerable and now Jughead is being so fucking annoying. Go back to how it was please.
- JERONICA. AND VEGGIE. EXCELLENCE.
- So Archie standing over Hiram and shit was all a fucking dream? Really? COME ON. Lol Hiram has a point though because everyone goes in and tells him their fucking plans. OMG THE CALLBACK TO THE FIRST EPISODE WAS GREAT. CALL BACK TO BARCHIE BEING ENDGAME YESSSS.
- So if Veronica ended up smashing the egg⌠then fucking give Fangs, Toni, and Cheryl their spots in the Serpents back since it was all for nothing anyways.
- Iâm glad Cheryl and Nana Rose are housing some fo the girls but WHAT ABOUT THE SERPENTS YOU GUYS HAVE A BIG FUCKING HOUSE. Why didnât she house some of them there? I mean itâs ooc for Toni not to be thinking of her fellow Serpents why wouldnât she be like âhey babe you have a lot of room here what if we help house some of the Serpentsâ but uhhh apparently not.
- Hey FP shut the fuck up with this âsheâs still a Lodgeâ shit because you all know she doesnât associate herself with her parents anymore. Remember âyou donât have a daughterâ orâŚ?
- Jughead brought up when FP worked for Hiram. Hell yeah! But him saying he wants Jughead to be a better king than him? BITCH YOUR SON DOESNâT KNOW HOW TO RUN A GANG. HE SUCKS. HEâS STUPID AND RUINING THE GANG HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT? God never give your throne to blood family.
- Yeah, FP, youâre not made for the sidelines youâre made to RULE you stupid fuck. Maybe you should get back with Alice she makes you more stable and less stupid
- REGGIEâS LIKE âNOT THIS TIME BITCHâ
- SWEET PEA WITH A BAT FUCK YEAH
- So⌠you threaten the gargoyle bitch but you donât unmask him to see who he is? Are you fucking stupid?
- Wtf⌠he has to beat himself with a bat on his own bed? I am confusion⌠WHAT THE FLYING FUCK? THE BLACK HOOD AND HIRAM AND THE GARGOYLE KING HAVE DONE SHIT NOT YOU YOU BIG BAFOON. NO DONâT DESTROY YOUâRE GOOD HEARTED INNOCENCE. YOUâRE THE ONLY BRAVE ONE OF THE CORE FOUR. ARCHIE NO.
- If they make Archie unlikable the only good core four person will be Veronica.
- VERONICA SINGING â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ Oh fuck I know this song but I canât remember where Iâve heard it!!!
- VEGGIE. SHEâS SO FUCKING HAPPY TO SEE HIM IâMâ HEâS SO ENAMORED WITH HER. VEGGIE KISS. Why can they make their chemistry shown on screen but Bughead canât? Like both couples are even dating irl, tooâŚ
- JUGHEAD YOU PIECE OF SHIT. He only uses Sweet Pea or Fangs when he has something he doesnât want to do usually because itâs too dangerous for him (whiny piss baby). DONâT MAKE MY BABY BOY GO UNDERCOVER HEâLL FUCKING GET HURT.
- Iâve literally never hated Jughead more nothing he can do can make up for what heâs done in this episode bye
- What the actual fuck. This is so fucking stupid.
- Archie isnât dead. If Archie dies before bitch ass Betty or Jiggaloo Jones I will literally come after RAS.Â
#Riverdale#Riverdale 3.09#Riverdale No Exit#Fangs Fogarty#Sweet Pea#Swangs#South Side Serpents#Archie Andrews#Veronica Lodge#Betty Cooper#Jughead Jones#anti-Bughead#Reggie Mantle#Veggie#Regonica#Moose Mason#Kevin Keller#anti-Mevin#anti-Koose#Josie McCoy#anti-Jughead Jones
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Team Coon And Friends
Part Three of South Park Super Hero AU. Or the Quirk AU? Or maybe SP Sky High? God damn, help me name this thing please. Whatever, the kids have powers and they be angsty about it.
Stan Marsh: His power is shape shifting, specifically into animals. In his early years, he usually shape shifts into animals that would help him avoid situations. Mom wants him to take out the trash?Â
 âCheckmate Sharon, Iâm a butterfly now. What do you want me to do? To lift those bags with my tiny insect arms? Are you trying to kill me, Mother?âÂ
âOh, you want me to present my biology report? Yeah, how about I just turn into a mole and you guys can observe me. Is that science enough for you?â Â
Heâs mostly apathetic about his powers and the whole debate about being good or evil. Stan is neither, heâs just super average. Thanks to his dad.Â
 Randy has the power to manipulate plants. If he wanted, he could squeeze the life out of a man with vines or quickly make a flower trampoline for jumping survivors out of a burning building. But instead, he just grows a lot of weed. Like A LOT of weed. Any superhero or villain ambitions was lost to the art of the bong. His mom is marginally better, she has the power to control wind. But just small breezes, enough to be pleasant, comfortable even. Both of his parents had applied themselves to living in obscurity and Stan figures heâll follow in their footsteps.Â
 After all, heâs a little selfish and honestly he can live with that. Sometimes, in this shitty world, you need to look out for yourself. But then he starts to date Wendy, and her light begins to cast some unforgiving shadows on him. Because she doesnât hesitate to do the right thing. While Stan? Well, heâs always hesitating, he doesnât feel strongly about anything. He doesnât see the point in throwing himself in danger. For what? Some pat on the back, and a couple of cheers? But then he also doesnât see the point in being evil.
 Unsurprisingly, Wendy breaks up with him in middle school and it isnât pretty. Some choice words gets thrown out mostly about Stanâs selfishness and wish-washy nature. Stan tries to summon the anger and self righteous but all he feels is numb. And empty. He enters Hero school with a desire to change. To find something worth fighting for. No matter what, whether it be good or evil.
Kyle Broflovski: He controls lightning. His powers are specifically lightning manipulation that he controls with his hands. It sounds cooler than it actually is. Right, now he can only cause little sparks that barely feels like a zap. And his hair is always fluffy. No matter what. He usually accidentally shocks himself or deliberately tries to zap Cartman. Kyle is lawful good. While he isnât as serious as Kenny, heâs pretty sure that his path is down the hero route.Â
 He wouldnât mind going the business route either, after all his Dad is a lawyer that advocates for heroes and helps them navigate the lawsuits around property damage. And his Mom? Well, sheâs super cool too! She used to be a big shot villain in the day but has since reformed herself. She runs a support group for all the former villains and henchmen in South Park. Itâs mostly an informal book club/gossip session but still sheâs doing real good work.
 Kyle is pretty confident as he enters the Hero school. He figures he has his head straight, thereâs no second guessing or doubt from him, unlike some of his other peers. Yup, the only thing Kyle has to worry about is the way his face flushes and his heart beats faster every time Stan takes off his shirt to use his powers. But even that, he isnât too worried about. After all everyone probably realizes their best fried is super hot. Itâll pass.Â
But after finding out about his Dadâs double life, Kyle realizes that he has way bigger problems to worry about. He has the chance to be the big hero, to be part of the greats and take down evil but in doing so it will destroy his family. For once, Kyle is torn between his heart and his head. He stands on the precipice between good and evil.
Eric Cartman: His power is his skin is literally rubber. Anything and everything will bounce off of him. Heâs also super strong and sturdy. Often times, heâs the muscle of the group, a fact that he wonât ever shut up about. Cartman lives his life barreling forward, heedless of the chaos that he leaves behind him. He doesnât feel pain so of course heâs going to crash through doors and walls. His Mom eventually installs titanium doors and walls in their house because while she loves her Pookums, she canât afford the constant repairs. Even though he hates to admit it, Cartman has something in common with Kyle. Heâs sure of his path that heâs going to take.
 Heâs a villain all of the way, Baby. Hell yeah, sign him up! Fuck that hippie good doer shit. He knows where the real power lies so of course heâs going to take it. Heâs insufferable and smug all through out school, constantly jeering at their teachers and at the hero kids like Wendy. What a bunch of losers.Â
But then their team is assigned to their first mission and everything goes tits up. They fuck up. Badly. Kyle is too distracted, Stan panics and is unable to settle onto an animal to change in to and Cartman? Well, he did what he does best. He got super pissed off and charged in.
 He sets off a minefield. Heâs fine because heâs Cartman but once the smoke clears, he sees Kyleâs and Stanâs limp bodies. And for the first time, in his life he feels honest to god fear shoot through. Itâs ice cold with a bite, it paralyzes him as he could only watch as his best friends in the world bleed out in front of him.Â
They shoot a lot of shit with each other and heâs pretty sure they hate each other on most days. But they always come back together, like magnets theyâre never apart. He realizes that he actually love these guys, theyâre his god damn family and theyâre about to fucking die in front of him.Â
Kenny and his team end up rescuing them that day. Butters is too shocked at the sight of Ericâs tear stained face to say something dopey. And Wendy is shaken at the sight of Stanâs burnt body. Kenny is also silent but he also gives Cartman a tight hug, one that makes his heart throb painfully. Fuck. Not this asshole too.Â
That night Cartman lays in his race car bed and thinks how close he came to losing something that he didnât know was precious to him. He also thinks heâs in some deep shit because if he is to continue his villainy path, well that means means being on the battlefield against his friends. And it would break him. But if he was to turn his back on the dark, heâs going to be in even deeper shit.Â
 Cartman is an ambitious bastard. He already has evil connections across the city, connections that would slit his throat without hesitation if he thought about betraying them. And he owes a number of them confidential Intel about the school and its defenses. If he doesnât deliver, Cthulhu is gonna hang him by his balls and fry him in gravy. But if the super villains storm the school, his friends will die. No question about it. Either way, heâs fucked. God fucking damn it.Â
Part One Here    Part Two Here
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