#and three of them are SO BAD at paperwork it's honestly not a surprise

[tacticaldiary]

hi hello, if you have the chance, could u write a ghost x reader of an overworked/ burnt out reader who faints or something. just stressed out overprotective ghost to warm our hearts <3

thank you so much xxx

Bone Tired

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort ; Fluff

Ghost knows she's been pushing herself but he didn't think it was this bad. She nearly gives him a goddamn heart attack by collapsing right in front of him.

"Don't make me tie you to the bed."

"Jokes on you, I'm into that." She snickers at the long-suffering sigh he lets out.

Masterlist

Just because they weren't deployed on a mission didn't mean things were any less busy for them back at base. Drills, morning runs, training, paperwork, and more; there was always something to keep them busy.

"Focus." The low timber of his voice snaps her out of her thoughts, dragging her back to the present. "I would've incapacitated you three times by now." Ghost says with a frown. Or at least she thinks he's frowning under that mask. He sure sounds like it.

"Yeah, sorry L.T." She blinks, widening her stance and dragging her tired mind to attention. Everything just felt...off. Her clothes were too itchy, the bright fluorescent lights hanging from the room were too prickly, and the training mat under her feet felt difficult to get her footing into. Maybe she was catching a bug? She'd been feeling mildly feverish the past few days, after all, sporting a headache she opted to power through with painkillers.

Grunts and groans and jeers echo around them as others take their turn to spar with each other. She'd already lost against Gaz once, a rare outcome in itself, and now she was pretty sure Ghost was going easy on her. She's surprised she isn't face-first on the mat right now, actually.

Blinking away the knowledge that her arms feel like lead and her mind foggy, she lunges at him with her fist, an attack easily parried and side stepped by the man.

In all honestly, she's known for a while that she needed a proper break. A few days to herself full of nothing. The last op she'd been on had been long and gruelling, a solo one at that, weeks' worth of trekking through a mountain range far south in the cold to get to an isolated camp where their target had been laying low. It was a success, but she swears she can still feel the snow bite into her flesh if she thinks too hard about it.

The moment she'd got back there had been debriefings with Price to attend, files to be reported to Laswell, all the while keeping up with her usual routine and drills...

Her eyes widen as she's spun around, an arm circling her throat and pinning her in a hold.

"You're sloppy." Ghost clicks his tongue from behind her, and if she were any less exhausted, maybe she would have felt a shiver go down her spine.

Here, they were just soldiers, but in private? That's a whole other story. Their relationship had to be kept under wraps for a multitude of reasons, but Simon was one of the best things that had ever happened to her. Having someone who understood her work, who shared the experience and knew exactly what she was talking about, who knew the best ways to comfort and listen and advise her...it was rare.

A rare and beautiful thing, that's what they had. They helped each other grow, made up for the others weaknesses and blind spots.

But they weren't in private right now, so after she taps his arm to concede, he pushes her away, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Are you ill?" He asks tightly, eyes going up and down her body as if he could detect whatever was making her pause. She'd seemed fine the last time he saw her, but clearly something was wrong if she was this...dazed?

She shakes her head. "Just didn't sleep well last night." She lies through her teeth. She couldn't afford to be sick right now, couldn't afford the luxury of wasting time resting. She still had to report to Laswell, attend a meeting on what the next steps were to reach their targets close contacts. Then she promised Soap she'd hit the shooting range with him, and then Gaz asked her to help him with that paperwork he had to fill out...

Taking a step back, she stumbles a little.

It all bubbles up inside her, overwhelming and insurmountable, a mountain of work that keeps piling up to reach new heights and-

Was Ghost talking? She blinks, trying to get the ringing out of her ears. It was loud and annoying, and it made the headache she'd been sporting since yesterday stronger.

Ghost's eyes widen. He's definitely saying something. She hopes Simon knows she wasn't ignoring her on purpose. She was always good at reading him, so maybe if her vision would stop spotting and focus, she could actually see his eyes properly and figure out what was wrong.

In the end, the roaring in her ears becomes deafening, to the point where she squeezes her eyes shut. How easy would it be to just...stay like this. Just for one moment. To revel in the nothingness of the dark, where she got just one second of silence away from the list of things she had to keep doing.

Just one more moment.

Another step back, an unsteady sway.

She hits the ground hard, the last thing she hears being the yell of her name from that familiar, rough voice.

                                  · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Bleary eyes blink themselves awake, squinting against the warm glow of the lamp by her bedside table. Groaning, she attempts to sit up, only to widen her eyes in alarm when a hand firmly pushes her back.

Instincts kicking in, her hand flies up to latch onto the wrist in a weak grip.

"It's just me." The low voice has her relaxes instantly, hand falling away onto the bed.

"Simon." She says, surprised when her voice doesn't come out as more than a whisper. "Where...what happened?" She winces at the throbbing in her head as she takes in the scene. Simon settled down in a chair next to her, a book laying open faced on her side table.

"You passed out." He says, plainly worried. "The medics said you fainted from exhaustion. Ain't that something to explain, love?" Now that he's ditched the mask, she can see the creases of worry in his forehead, the downwards quirk of his lips. "Damn near gave me a heart attack."

"Passed out?" She echoes, trying to remember. "I...guess I did."

She sure feels like it. Her body feels like lead, as if it's doing everything it can to ensure she stays in bed. Shivering slightly, she looks around for another blanket. When she reaches for the fluffy duvet folded at the foot of her bed, it's immediately snatched out of reach by Simon.

"Give it." She demands, reaching a hand out.

"You have a fever." Simon shakes his head, holding the item out of reach. "It'll break quicker this way."

"I'm fine." She protests, managing to sit up this time under his unimpressed stare. "I'm alright, Simon. Can't afford to be sick right now."

"That's not how it works." He sighs, standing up. "I thought I'd hurt you for a moment." She watches him walk towards the small table near the opposite wall, fiddling with something there while he talked. "Damn near took a year of my life away with how you crumpled onto the mat."

"It wasn't you." She assures him quickly. Some of the tension visibly drains from his shoulder in what she can only assume is relief. Needless as it is, she feels a little guilty. How long had he been thinking her passing out had been his fault? No, this was on her, on her busy schedule and-

Wait, what time was it?

Dread curls up in her gut as she slowly turns towards the small window. The lamp was on when she woke up, of course it was night.

"I was just tired is all." She says, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "But I'm as fresh as a daisy now, and I've got so much shit to do." She lets out an anxious, long breath as her brain kicks in, charting how much time she'd lost, how quickly she'd need to work to get it all done-

"I have that meeting with Laswell...I wonder if Price thinks I just didn't show up to his office..." She doesn't realise she's been muttering her thoughts aloud until Ghost cuts her off.

"You're not going anywhere, sweetheart." He declares over his shoulder. "Get your ass back in bed."

"I can't, there's too much I have to do today." She protests. "And I've already lost half the day-"

"I wasn't asking."

"Simon-" He turns around and she finally sees what he's been doing.

"Don't make me tie you to the bed." His threat is much less effective when he's holding one of her mugs that says 'Bad Bitch' in obnoxious neon pink calligraphy, the phrase surrounded by a flowery border. She'd got it for him as a gag gift for his last birthday and had cackled at the dead, unimpressed stare he fixed her with. It had remained in his room for a while before she'd snatched it, claiming she'd actually appreciate it.

"Jokes on you, I'm into that." She snickers at the long-suffering sigh he lets out. Her laughs morph into a deep chest-rattling cough that wipes the smile off her face and leaves her wincing.

Sitting next to her after tossing the pillow onto the mattress, he brings the warm mug of tea up to her. "Easy does it." He mutters quietly when she grabs it from him and takes a drink.

"Thank you." She sighs, handing it back.

"Talk to me." He orders, not unkindly. Simon wasn't someone who was all lovey-dovey, but he loved just as hard and much as the next person. Just because he didn't choose to flourish it with pretty words and smiles doesn't mean she felt any less cared for.

He was a man of action, through and through.

Little touches throughout the day, silent glances checking in with her. Staying by her side during missions, working in tandem and recognising when she needed space versus when she needed him near.

He was her other half, and it had been eating away at him that he didn't fucking realise she was this unwell until the consequences caught up with her.

Ghost won't admit the primal flash of fear that struck through him when she'd crumpled to the ground like that. He thought he'd hurt her while sparring, that he'd done something to make her pass out like that. Even after the medics cleared her and he carried her here, tucked her in and everything, there was still a nagging worry of 'what-if' in his mind.

The relief of hearing her confirm it wasn't him was tainted by the knowledge that he hadn't noticed her pushing herself.

After a moment of deliberation, she gives in, tucking herself back into bed and thinking for a moment. She tells him everything, tells him how she hasn't had a second to herself in these past few days, telling him about the load she has on her shoulders and the crushing time limit ticking down in her ears for every task she had.

He listens quietly, to his credit, doesn't interrupt her even when she trails off, having to muster up the energy to keep going.

The fact that talking tired her out to this degree made his heart twist uncomfortably.

"I didn't think I had a choice but to take it all head on." She finishes, stifling a yawn. She looks up at him for his response when he doesn't talk, finds him staring at her with a half-lidded gaze, a furrow in his brow.

"Why didn't you ask me?"

"Ask you what?" She asks, confused.

"For help."

That was...a good question. It takes her a second to come up with a sheepish answer. "I...I didn't think of that." She admits, drawing out another quiet sigh from him.

"You're going to be the death of me." He grumbles, but she can't complain when he's gently tugging her to the side and climbing in with her under the covers. "I've sorted things out with Price and Laswell. Do whatever else you need to when you're capable of not face planting into the mats again."

A warm feeling of gratitude washes over her, her heart warming with the kind gesture. It was so...it was so Simon.

When he tangles their legs together and tucks her into his side, she wrinkles her nose. "I'm all sweaty." She tries to argue, tapping at his shoulder half-heartedly when he lays down with her, a strong arm around her waist pulling her in.

"I've had your blood on my hands before, I don't think sweat is going to be a problem." She can hear his voice rumble low in his chest, right under where he head rests, and she hides a smile in the fabric of his shirt.

When he runs a hand through her hair, she practically melts against him.

Eventually, her shivering stops, replaced with a bone-deep warmth that nothing could chase away. Simon. The warmth of him, of his care, of his love. She'd take it over a heatpack any day.

His arms around her make her relax. Nothing would nag at her, drag her away to chain her to a desk under Simon's watch, that much she knows. Safe. Protected. The feeling was rare living the life she did with her job, but Simon made it so easy to believe that she was untouchable as long as she was with him.

Before she knows it, her eyes flutter shut and her breathing evens out, because goddamn did the bastard know exactly where and how to touch her to get her all sleepy and relaxed.

"Thank you." She mumbles against him, words half incoherent.

"Always, love." He rumbles back, brushing his lips over her head.

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(16/07/2023)

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[sardonic-courtney]

Scarf.

Spencer Reid x Reader.

Words: 1182

Warnings: Suggestive. Mentions of Sugar daddy. OOC Reid.

Summary: The team decided to go to Spencer's for take away and find out about his girlfriend.

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The BAU had finished for the week, which means…yep a long Friday full of paperwork from the usual case they had finished yesterday. A normal case, well as normal as a murder case could be. Relatively smooth and simple, bodies in different doll outfits lead to a woman who had a a bad childhood and was using the victims as dolls. So everyone was tired, even Rossi looking worn out.

Spencer Reid, wearing a light grey shirt, top button undone, a black tie with a little embroidery that seemed to be his new favourite and some trousers, grabbing his dark grey jumper was just ready and excited to go home to see her. She was not a secret, but Spencer had also failed to mention his girlfriend of a year and a half..to anyone. He had no reason to. He was ready to leave until Derek came up to him.

“Take away at your house today wonder boy” Derek states, not a question but also not a demand…and as usual Spencer is too awkward to say no, especially when the team seems to perk up at the idea and is excited about it.

Penelope squeals, “Yes! Oh, we haven't been to Spencer’s in aaggeeees. Brilliant idea Chocolate Thunder”.

"I could definitely go for a Chinese," Emily states nodding.

"Wills got the kids so I'm happy to come," JJ adds already grabbing her coat.

That's how the whole BAU team ended up on the sofa and chairs in Spencer's apartment. Hotch and Rossi instantly took the two-seater undoing some shirt buttons to relax. Derek, Penelope and Luke on the three-seater. JJ and Emily sit on the armchairs all chatting and making themselves at home. Spencer stands in the half-joint kitchen, shirt sleeves rolled up and he turns to the cupboard about to get drinks for them as they wait for the takeaway…

But the front door opens, and Y/n walks in from her classes, tired but happy to be home. She takes her shoes off at the door and places her bag on the kitchen counter not looking towards the couches or chairs that joins the kitchen she walks up towards Spencer, oblivious. The now silent BAU team looked confused, Derek slightly amused. 

“You” Y/n starts walking towards Spencer with a big grin, “Are a genius”. Her smile is infectious and one Spencer loves. Spencer's focus is on her now and only her as he chuckles slightly, the team are surprised by the look on Spencer's face, affectionate caring and amused. She gains all of his attention, but he forgets to mention they’re not alone as Y/N wraps her wool scarf around his neck.

“Honestly, a Genius,” she smiles, emphasizing the word whilst admiring him.

“I am aware of that, but do care to elaborate love?” Spencer asks amused, his eyes flick down to the scarf about to comment but Y/n does before he can.

“What? I think it suits you” She bites her lip. “Well, okay,  maybe not like this… But if it was in a more Sherlock way…”

She adjusts the scarf, folding it in half then wrapping it around his neck and threading the end through the loop, nodding at her handiwork, proud of herself clearly the two are comfortable around each other it wouldn't take a profiler to notice.

“That's not what I was going to say, '' Spencer commented looking at her, his brain noting her cute expressions.

“Oh right…Well, I got my test results back.”

“Really?” his face lights up, curious, “What did you get?” 

Y/n pulls herself up and sits on the kitchen counter, her back facing the on-looking strangers. “On what?” she asks with a teasing smirk.

“Results Y/n, what are your results,”

“Oh see that depends on what you are asking about” 

He shakes his head, and a little stern he says “All of them princess”.

With a faint blushing on her cheeks, she pretends to think, “Hmmm let’s see… Practical assessment Distinction, Witten assessment pass, pregnancy negative and the Oral assessment distinction”.

Spencer gives her a look.

“What you said is all of my results, that's all of them.” she chuckles.

“Well good job I'm very proud of you” he says, chuckling, shaking his head a little but is cut off by her stomach growling. His face fills with concern “Did you buy food today?”

“With what money? I'm on my apprenticeship wage, I looked in my account today and I have £32.48. I'm two days away from standing on the corner of my street”

Spence rolls his eyes at her dramatic comments.

“You know what I need..” she asks eyes lighting up a little.

“What?” Spencer asks seriously, missing the playfulness in her tone, removing the scarf from his neck, gently and neatly folding the scarf in his large hands and placing it on the counter by Y/n’s legs.

“A sugar daddy” Her face is relaxed and serious even though she's joking, and she gives a small grin.

He shakes his head chuckling again to himself “You do not need a sugar daddy”

“Oh right because I've already got one” Y/n nods smiling as if it's obvious.

“Hmm, you do, do you?” He raises an eyebrow crossing his arms in front of his chest, his work shirt tightening his body.

“Yeah you,” she states with an unspoken, duh. 

Derek has to fight a laugh.

“I'm not your sugar daddy” The sternness in his voice and the towering position over Y/n isn’t supporting his statement.

“Hmmm, are you sure about that?” Y/n has a bratty smile on her face.

“Definitely,” Spencer replies, his tone not showing any amusement.

“Spence, define sugar daddy.”

“Well the Oxford dictionary defines it as a well-to-do usually older man who supports or spends lavishly on a mistress girlfriend or boyfriend,” he states factually not clocking her plan. 

Smlining as her plans works, “Exactly, you are even a little older than me”

“I don’t…” Spencer starts but is cut off by the look on Y/n’s face.

“Well technically”

Reid blushes

She giggled as she looked past him to the side, “Oh you got me more sodas?”

“Sure did, oh by the way” he goes to his coat that's hanging on the hook getting a small box from the pocket and tosses it her way. “It's a well done for all your studying and tests and passing your apprenticeship, I saw it and thought you would like it.”

Opening it she sees it's a beautiful ring, her favourite metal and in a tiara shape.

“Spencer, oh wow, I love it…you shouldn't have you are the reason I passed. All those study sessions and notes and prepping”

“I wanted to” he walked over, taking the ring out of the box and sliding it on her pointer finger, perfect fit. “And I knew you would like it”

“Not a sugar daddy my arse” she mumbles.

“Quiet,” he says a little dominance coming out as he kisses her lips, deepening until a certain Aaron Hotchner clears his throat, causing her to freeze and Spencer to pull back, “Oh right, we have guests”

Knowing who it would be she hides her bright red face into Spencer's chest.

#spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x yn #xreader #criminal minds

[verityswritings]

Yandere Gaara Headcanons

Part Three of the Twelve Part One Year Anniversary Event!!

Part two (Sai headcanons)

I think that Gaara would be very aware about his feelings for you and would realize how strange and unnatural they were. I think he would also try to hide the nature of his feelings so as to not scare you off. He’d try his best to be considerate of you and how you would feel about all this. So he’d try his best to hide his extreme feelings, especially from you. He certainly wouldn’t want to scare you off because of the intensity of his emotions so he tries to act as normal as possible.

Unlike some other yanderes, he definitely wouldn’t want to try to change or control you. He wouldn’t want to change you, in his mind you’re completely perfect the way you are. And he wouldn’t want to manipulate and regulate the way you act. Unless you were trying to do some very dangerous or something along those lines.

I think he’d also be quite shy around you. Most likely with a flustered look on his face when you’d go to talk to him. Gaara would just come off as a boy with a huge crush, one that was pretty much obvious to everyone around you. I think everyone would all know of his crush on you. I’d be surprised if they didn’t, to be honest. And considering the Kazekage obviously has feelings for you, you’d be slightly more respected in the sand village. I would presume everyone would know not to flirt or mess with you, even if you weren’t even actually dating Gaara at the time.

He might come off as slightly overprotective at times, though this behavior wouldn’t look completely unreasonable considering the state of the shonobi world. It can be quite dangerous out there if you go on a high level mission! Or actually it could be dangerous to go out on any mission at all! You never know, dangerous could be right around the corner and come at you when you least expect it. So it’d obviously be safest to just staying in the sand village with Gaara. He’ll might justify it by saying he’ll probably need your help with his paperwork anyways because he insists it goes much faster when you’re in his office helping him with it.

Gaara also finds himself being possessive of you at times. No matter how strong of a ninja you are, odds are you’re most likely still not as strong as Gaara. So wouldn’t it be better if you just stayed with him where he could protect you? Though, he realizes this isn’t the best way of thinking so he tries not to act on this thought process. He wouldn’t try to control your actions as a shonobi or try to force you to spend time with him instead of doing ninja work. But he would be concerned about you nonetheless. He knows you’re a capable person, but there is still always room for concern.

The only people who might possibly realize that Gaara’s feelings were a little off would be his siblings, probably particularly Kankuro. But considering they now highly respect him, I don’t think they would ever question his emotions or actions toward you. They’d be like ‘nah of course his feelings for them are totally normal. Why wouldn’t they be?’

Overall, I think he’d be pretty kind and caring towards you. His yandere tendencies wouldn’t really be all that noticeable and I don’t think anyone would really notice or suspect that there was anything wrong with his feelings for you. I think the only event where his tendencies might become more obvious and Gaara would become more overbearing would be in an event where something really bad happened to you. If you got badly injured on a mission, he’d probably freak out and insist that you don’t go on missions anymore and just work as his assistant. But other than that, I think he’d seem pretty normal honestly.

#tw yandere #yandere #yandere naruto shippuden #yandere naruto #yandere gaara #gaara of the sand #naruto #naruto gaara

[arisunakayama]

Pandora’s Box

Agency Founder!Reader Meeting the Main Three + 2BDamned

May be a little long, sorry there’s a lot for reader considering they are in the place of my OC. So instead if your name being “Pandora” you’ll have it as your Alias while keeping (Y/n) as well. Reader will have gender neutral pronouns, but still will be fem presenting.

Before meeting the main four along with building your own agency you used to work at the AAHW as a drill instructor. And a really good and brutal one at that.

This was also before the AAHW had even decided to clone soldats. Every month you’d rotate about a platoon worth of newer grunts that had been cloned, and turn them into the Soldats you see in the MadCom series or Project Nexus.

Those who failed the requirements of becoming a soldat would either become the regular agents, or if they failed really bad, they’d become a janitor or whatever the agency does with them. You honestly couldn’t care less about them. In this world, it’s either you kill someone, or you end up being a bandit’s next meal.

You had a knack for drilling them deep into the ground with learning the basics of shooting, handling, cleaning, disassemble and reassemble their weapons along with moving tactically and reading each other efficiently. After that, you’d move onto the next rotation. Repeating the same thing over and over again. Until you quit that was.

The reason why you quit was because of the really horrid pay the agency would give you for producing high functioning and dangerous soldats. That and the sexual harassment you’d constantly face. Unlucky for them, you’d make an example out of them. Though it seems that some of the grunts in that god awful agency wouldn’t learn.

So as a big fuck you, you left the AAHW and created a new one with the soldats you knew thought about going AWOL. You were just that push. Of course you’d have them dress differently, they were their own people now that they were gone from the place they were created from. Still it you could tell that the GO4s had a harder time adjusting considering they would just stare at you and wait for your orders of a new job that was given to you. But hey, they made great mercenaries for your company anyways. So why not put it to use?

Though this one grunt, Charlie is what they called themselves, seemed to have a knack a cyber security and attacks. So you ended up making them your agency’s CyberSecurity and Hacker. You two ended up bonding pretty well actually

Though your company ended growing more than you expected with people who were out on the streets struggling willing to do anything. Plus they heard that your agency pays well too along with housing and feeding them. They heard about the job openings of your newly formed agency and took the risk. Now you and the GO4s act as Drill Instuctors for the new recruits who come in before sending them off to their first job. Of course there’d be some that don’t make it back, but that was also why you sent them in teams.

There’d be times you’d take in the bigger fish yourself considering your skill was much more honed than the others. You didn’t want to put your own lower enlisted mercs through that anyways. Though you’d take in the ones who you knew were able to handle it.

There was a time out of pure boredom you decided to open up a nightclub, called “Eden’s Gate” to your surprise it ended up doing well. But that’s for something later.

Your agency ended up growing bigger than you expected to where your agency, which was now called Pandora’s Box, ended up having to expand to different parts of the city. Of course you had the trusted GO4s run those parts of the agency. Though for extra precautions, you had Charlie keep an eye on them.

You sat in your office, filling out paperwork for one of the mercenaries who had finished their job and was now having some time to recover considering how wounded they were coming back. As an extra, you ended up paying them a little more along with covering their medical expenses. You sighed, leaning back into your chair before hearing the familiar tune that would play whenever Charlie would call you. It cane from your earpiece.

They explain to you that someone was here to see you. Of course, you were confused. You hadn’t schedule a meeting with someone. Grabbing your gun that rested on top of your desk and putting it into the holster that was on your hip, you go down to the lobby of you HQ only to be faced with the one and only 2BDamned

{2BDAMNED}

2BDamned would probably be the one who would’ve caught wind of you first before the other three. He had heard of the AAHW soldats were becoming more sloppy than the usual trouble they used to be. Though he just chalked it up to all that cloning the AAHW would do. Deimos had mentioned about the cloning process not being perfect so there’d be things the next gen wouldn’t have that the previous one did. But right now he was focused on another thing.

He had heard of a new agency coming up and thriving really well. A little too well to where they had to expand to different parts of the Nexus city. Apparently, its name was Pandora’s Box. But that wasn’t what caught his interest, if anything it was that your agency was rapidly growing that was what caught his interest.

He would to attempt pull up information on your agency, let along you, only to find out that your information was heavily secured. Of course, he’d have Deimos decrypt it. Though Deimos was pretty damn frustrated with how complicated the encryption was, he was able get it through in the end.

His interest in you would peak even high after reading what information he had gotten on you. Apparently you had used to work at the AAHW as a Drill Instructor for the Soldats. And a pretty harsh one too at that. He watched the videos that were put up from the security cams from the AAHW, watching you smother a soldat’s face into the ground with your boot after he had said something snarky about you. Like you said, you’d make an example out of him.

Other videos would include your marksmanship and how agile you were. It almost rivaled to Hank’s. Though your strength on the other hand, Hank easily outshines you on that. But you had your technique to make up for that, seeing as you had brought a G0L3M onto their knees. 2B would also read the reports of several soldats going AWOL as soon as you left. Ones that were on the watchlist of the AAHW. Apparently they had all left with you. And considering that you left, he had found the reason to why the quality in the soldats in the AAHW had declined.

He made it his priority to seek you out, it’d probably be best their best interest to have someone like you to become an ally to the Anti-AAHW. Let alone help snuff out the AAHW. He told the main three that he would be out in a couple of days. Sanford was the only one to have questioned him, only to be told that it would be something that would help them out in the long run.

Now this is where you are standing right in front of him, arms crossed as you look at him with your guard up. Of course the other mercenaries were out in the lobby, watching you two making sure nothing ends up going haywire while doing what they were doing before 2B had entered into the HQ building.

“I assume you must be who they, Pandora?” His red goggles shining in the light as his voice was lightly muffled from his mask. 2B looks up from his holopad and straight into yours.

“Your assumptions would be correct, Mr. 2BDamned… May I ask, of all other people, why you are here?” You let out long exhale through your nostril. It was obvious you were careful around this man, considering he was also working with that Hank guy and his friends. Or could you even call them that?

“I’d like to talk to you about a possible partnership with the Anti-AAHW” That was what had peaked your interest along with the others who were inside the room at the time. You raise your eyebrow, the corner of your lips cocked upwards giving 2B a crooked smile.

“I’m listening…”

From there the two of you would talk about your agencies’ partnership, what the two of you would be giving to each other and what you’d be receiving back.

2BDamned thought of you as someone who was serious and cooperative. Let alone professional enough to where he finds you pleasant to work with and be around. Unlike the other three. Aside from Sanford, but even he sometimes had his moments.

2B would give you a couple of jobs, ones where you knew that you only had to do it. He’d pay of course, let alone exchange enough info with you for you to carry out and complete it. Anything to get whatever he needed you to do. He also made sure to guarantee that he would have tour back as long as you have theirs.

In exchange, you carried out the job and shipped weapon crates to them, provided extra mercenaries and had Charlie given them back info on whatever place they needed to be scouted.

2BDamned did think about when the other three may have to meet you soon. And honestly, he wondered how fast you and the others would clear. Though considering Hank doesn’t like to work with people, it may take a minute… At least for him anyways. Too bad, he needed to suck it up anyways.

{HANK J. WIMBLETON}

Hank had met you when 2B had set him up with a partner, despite him knowing how he hates working with people. Let alone random strangers. He tolerated the other two, but still prefers going on solos. He didn’t really talk to you, only staring at you through his red goggles before giving an irritated grunt.

2BDamned scolded him for it, saying how rude for him to act the way he was. But he didn’t care. Especially after he knows he could complete a whole raid on the AAHW himself. Still 2B didn’t let up and forces him to go on a raid with you.

The ride there was silent between the two of you, the only time the two of you had talk was when the two of you had spoke about what this raid was even for. Well more of you than him. Apparently it was for intel, why couldn’t 2B just send Deimos with him instead of this random grunt? You say nothing as it didn’t pertain to the job prior. Other than that, you both said nothing to each other.

When you two get to the agency building you were assigned to, you could imagine Hank’s relief when you said the two of you will split for this. And that he was going to be the main focus of all the chaos that would be ensured in the building. Meaning he will be the one providing a good distraction for you.

Good, he preferred having more things to slaughter anyways. Plus he didn’t have to deal with you if you had gotten shot. Not like he would’ve left you for dead anyways if you ever did.

When the two of you split, Hank had wasted no time kicking up the genocide that happens every time he raids an AAHW building. How the rush of adrenaline and bloodlust ran through his veins as he would pop one of the agent’s head open, scattering blood and brain matter all over the floor and his fellow co-workers before going to the next one.

He didn’t know how long it was, all he knew was that he had gone through multiple rooms already. But what caught him off guard the most was when he had entered a room and saw the same carnage he had brought to those behind him. Except this time he wasn’t the one who had done this.

Not only that, Hank notices the clean cuts to the neck of the agents and soldats that were lying in their own pool of blood, both red and yellow creating that muddy looking orange. Hell even the shots they had taken were straight to the dome. 

Then he remembered you were still on this mission with him.

He wasn’t going to lie, he was honestly impressed to find someone who can deal this much damage and was efficient enough to know what they were doing with a blade. 

That was until he had walked into the room where you were located in. That being the east wing of the building where you had pinged him.

When he reaches to your location, you walk through the door from the room you had pinged him from. You were unscathed other than the yellow and crimson blood that coated your hands. You only gave Hank a side glance before brushing past him. 

He looks inside the room. It was nothing but broken bodies everywhere. Tables broken with soldats who lay on top of it, unmoving. Gunshot holes littering the entire room. Hell he had seen an agent who was impaled through the bottom of his chin from the broken glass of the window, the faint gurgling noises coming from him before silence.

You called out to Hank, ushering him to hurry up so the two of you can finally go home. He only stares at the room before looking back at you. You raise an eyebrow before clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth as you grew more and more impatient with him.

When Hank had gotten back from the raid 2B had sent him, he had gone to his office and mentioned something about you.

“What of them? They got what I needed you two to get me. Leave them be, Hank.” 2BDamned didn’t even bother looking up from his laptop.

He asks 2B where he’s found them only to be met with a sigh.

That was when 2B had explained to Hank who the reader was to the agency and why they were working with them. But all in all, Hank still didn’t care. He was intrigued, yes. But this also meant he had to tolerate another person when working with them.

{DEIMOS & SANFORD}

Deimos and Sanford would probably be next to meet you, but at the HQ of your agency. Something about grabbing a hard drive that contained intel from the previous raid that you had gone to with Hank.

If anything Doc would be the one to send them if he was too busy to even come visit you due to other affairs that needed to be taken care of.

The two of them would probably be skeptical around you, especially Sanford considering he was the more cautious one out of the two. If anything it was what probably kept him and Deimos alive. Though he would have to trust you just enough if Doc was willing to put this much effort in creating an alliance with you and your agency. 

Deimos on the other hand would be more intrigued with you, asking probing questions while trying to get more information out of you. He also seemed to like seeing what made you tick. Not only that, he never got to see what was inside whatever contents Doc wanted him to decrypt. Surely you had something to do with it. 

Though the two would probably warm up to you after a while of coming back and forth to pick up intel and weaponry shipments that were to be made to 2BDamned as per deal for the Anti-AAHW. They’d still warm up to you faster than Hank would considering he still doesn’t trust you nor does he like going on clear out raids with someone.

Deimos would still keep trying to poke and prod at getting more information. 

There was a time he tried to hack into your system only to be met with an error along with the message “Nice try loser :)” 

His pride was definitely hurt along with stringing out a few curse words

Sanford found it hilarious, especially when he had told you right in front of him.

You flash both of them a smile before giving them a shrug and a wink.

“I just have a really good security system.”

Deimos would curse under his breath as Sanford chuckled before patting his back.

“If you guys are actually serious about knowing where I came from, just ask nicely instead of asking invasive ones. Let alone try to hack in my shit…”

Deimos took no hesitation on asking where you came from. Let alone what you did before you ended up becoming a founder for your agency.

“I used to work as a Drill Instructor for the AAHW. Left cause the pay was utter dog shit.” You shrugged.

“Wait wait wait, you worked as a Drill Instructor for the AAHW? How the fuck did I not see you during my time there?!”

“Wait, you were the reason why the Soldats were a pain in the ass before they starting getting sloppy? Holy fuckin shit.”

Least to say the two of them were baffled to find out you of all people were one who trained the Soldats to be inconveniences before the sudden drop in discipline.

#madness combat #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #deimos x reader #deimos x sanford #deimos x sanford x reader #hank j wimbleton x reader #2bdamned x reader

[skywarpie]

Reflected Memories

Hey, did you ask for an angsty Trans Copia fic? No? Too bad. Here’s one.

1,544k words. AO3 Link

tw: just lots of angst and body dysmorphia

For as long as he can remember he’s hated the reflection that stares back at him from the mirror. It makes him feel nauseous. The person that stares back at him has never felt like it matches the person that’s inside him. He can remember standing in-front of a mirror when he was a child, no more than ten, and just staring. Yet no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t twist that reflection to actually reflect him.

There was a brief while where he considered this a normal occurrence. That it was something that everyone had to deal with. Either that or he was being punished for some unknown reason (which seeing as how his life has played out so far, that really wouldn’t surprise him too much).

He remembers how for the longest time he was addressed as such a “fine young sister.” It leaves an acidic taste in his mouth and Copia finds himself, not for the first time that morning, thinking he’s going to lose what little breakfast he’s consumed. 

As he got older things only seemed to get progressively worse. The long hair wasn’t too much of an issue. For a while he had just tucked it into the tightest bun possible, until finally he had asked Primo to help him cut it. His eldest brother was more than happy to oblige.

“You’re sure?” Primo had bent to look him in the eyes. It was almost comical. His nearly six foot figure nearly bent in half to acknowledge his younger sibling. 

Copia noded. 

“Very well.” And there had been no argument. No trying to talk him out of it. It was arguably the most freeing moment of his short life. 

Copia finds himself grimacing as he recalls how Sister Imperator had responded. She hadn’t been angry per-say, but he had received a stern talking to.

“Honestly, I don’t understand why you didn’t bring it to my attention. I would have ensured it was done properly. That someone who knew what they were doing was the one slicing off your hair.”

Someone who did know what they were doing had done just that, Copia had wanted to argue, but like every other time in his life when confronted with issues he had remained silent. 

“It doesn’t matter.” Sister waved a hand through the air. “Just make sure that next time you come to me when you want this done. Do I make myself clear, Copola?”

He freezes like he’s just been struck. That name hasn’t entered his mind in decades and the thought of it suddenly makes him feel like the room is spinning. He rubs at his eyes, smearing the black makeup that circles them. He needs to do something, anything to get his mind off of this. 

Copia turns on his heel and practically runs from his room, only stopping once he’s in his office where he can lock himself away and focus on mind numbing paperwork. It works – for the most part. But several hours in he finds his body aching from the cramped position and needing a stretch. The growling of his stomach reminds him that he should probably get something to eat as well. He’s still undecided on that one yet.

It’s only once he’s made his way around the ministry gardens a solid three times, does he wind back up in his own room. Some rest. That will help. 

Copia wastes no time in stripping himself of his black cassock and exchanging it for a comfortable pair of sweatpants. Carefully he lays the cassock over the back of one of his few chairs. He doesn’t want it to get wrinkled. He makes his way to his closet to find a more comfortable shirt, only he stops dead in his tracks.

He swallows thickly as his reflection once more stares back at him. Stupid. Idiot. Fucking idiot. In his haste earlier Copia forgot to replace the sheet back over the glass. Only this time it’s worse. Last time it was just his lanky form in his cassock. Now it’s him with only his sweats and a bare chest.

Copia isn’t ashamed of the scars that adorn his chest, quite the opposite actually. He’s glad to have them. It shows what he’s been through and how he’s fought tooth and nail to get to where he is today. To be who he is today. It’s just — his body over all. He’s never liked it. Even now, it just doesn’t appeal to him. There’s little to no definition in his arms and there’s the slight pudge to his gut. For more than once in his life he finds himself wishing he looked more like his brothers. Although he knows they’d tell him he’s perfectly fine the way he is, Copia can’t help but feel like they’re taking pity on him.

“Ah, there you are.” Secondo’s deep voice echoed in his ears. “We were beginning to think you’d never leave that room of your’s.” He laughed at his own joke as he straightened his paperwork on his desk. He’d recently been appointed to Cardinal, working directly under Primo. “I know you’d rather spend your time cramped up in there, but honestly —” Whatever he had intended to say had died on his tongue as a gut wrenching sob cut through the air. 

Copia sat on the other side of his brother’s desk, head in his hands as he practically curled in on himself. He had wanted to say something sarcastic, play into the typical banter they shared but he hadn’t been able to bring himself to do it. His mouth had opened and a wail had taken the place of words.

Secondo sat rooted to the spot. His brows furrowed and eyes wide as he took in the scene before him. “Sorella.” It’d been said softly but instead of comfort it had only brought more heartache as the man before him tried to curl in on himself even more. He stood, hurrying over to kneel beside him. “I did not intend to upset you. I was only joking.” He placed a comforting hand on Copia’s shoulder.

The younger man had jerked away, his sobbing only growing. For a long moment they both stayed that way until finally Copia had managed to pull himself together just enough to speak. He wiped at his nose, not even bothering to wipe at his eyes. The black makeup there was already tear stained and ruined. 

“What is it? You can tell your fratello.” 

He had hiccuped so hard that his body jerked. “I can’t do this anymore.” His voice was hardly above a whisper and Secondo had to strain to hear it. 

“Do what?” 

Copia knew it was meant as enduring. His brother only wanted to help. That didn’t alleviate his mind in the least. His bottom lip trembled. “Do you ever feel like –” a violent hiccup shook his body. “Like something’s wrong.” He looked down at his hands. “Like you don’t fit.”

His brother’s eyes had softened as did his voice. “I can’t say that I personally have ever felt that way, but I think I know what you’re speaking of.”

And that had been the end of it. Secondo, along with his other two brothers, even his mother, had settled into the change far easier than he had ever imagined they would. Almost immediately he had changed out his wardrobe for far more fitting clothes and changed his name. 

“Copia? But that means –”

He interrupted Terzo. “Copy. Si.”

Terzo had scrunched his nose up. “But why that?”

Copia shrugged. “It is not so different sounding from –” he stumbled over his words and swallowed thickly. “From the other name and because I would like to learn to be more like the three of you.” It seemed like the most obvious answer. However his brother’s expression began to slowly make him worried. 

“You shouldn’t feel like you have to model yourself after us. You’re your own person.” 

“Si. If I don’t like it, I will change it again, no?” He shrugged.

Defeatedly Terzo had sighed. “Si.”

Instinctively Copia snatches his cassock from the chair and flings it over the mirror. He settles for just yanking one of his old shirts from a drawer in his dresser and flinging it over himself. From there he shuts off the lights and buries himself in his bed under the heavy quilts. He isn’t tired and more than likely won’t be sleeping tonight. But he feels overwhelmed. Not just by his memories but also from the fact that he can’t even speak about his issues to his brothers anymore. Because they’re gone. Dead. Because of him. If he had just kept his mouth shut and continued living the hell he was in, would they still be here? No, more than likely not. Sister would have simply found another gullible idiot to take his place and they would still be cold in glass coffins. It’s funny really, to think that there’s someone more gullible than him out there.

Copia chokes on a sob as he covers his head with the blankets. He’s not tired but that doesn’t mean he can’t dream of a better time. One where he was who he is today and his brothers still breathed.

#hello i have come to deliver daily angst #the band ghost #okay to reblog i guess #skywarpie writes #ghost band #ghost bc #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv

[i-bring-crack]

Ah Jin Guild still needs members! AU

And it isnt just only because they need a raiding party of 10 people to enter a dungeon, bit because there has to be a specific set of hunters who have each their own work to do within the corporation.

{Ah jin guild consisting of S rank Sung Jin Woo, Radiru Esil [how?], Yoo Sooyoung, Lee Ju Hee, Song Chi Yul, Yoo Jin Ho, and Han Song Yi

Of course there is Jin Woo as Guild Leader and Jin Ho as vice-guild leader, but because hunters also act as part of team that produces its primary source of income, it means that all the paperwork has to be handle by other people who, at least have far more time in their hands than the hunters themselves. (And the goverments knew it as such, and so did other guilds, which is why you often see a lot of S ranks in vice and guild master positions instead of simply being workers to far more expirienced bussiness owners. It was also why the list to start a guild didnt only include three members but rather 7 guild members. [1:Master 2:Vice 3:Shareholder 4:Marketing 5:Administration and Finance 6:RRHH or Human Resources and 7:Production or Distribution of Production ])

So now Jin Ho and Jin Woo are outhere scavenging for people who could be able to join but wont get in Jin woo's way of collecting XP points. At this point jin Woo wont mind paying for anyone who can join because, he is freaking rich by now, he cant even count the numbers on his bank account anymore with all the raiding and the 3 billion won. And considering how well he could clear up dungeons later on, he will be even more rich, so he doesnt mind spending bucks on people to just fill in the gaps, theyve done this once they can do it for a longer time or until Jin ho manages to grow the guild with enough management workers.

So Jin Ho gets to work instantly while Jin Woo crashes down internally and realizes. He has like two friends at max.

He still calls on them though.

Ju Hee, as promised before, they went on that meal and even visited some parks in Busan. It was a fun while, he finally felt relaxed in what seemed like, no, in what had been years to him honestly. (whenever or not there is romance involved or not, its up to the imagination but for now this whole AU focus is purely on the gen side,) After a while (and Ju hee shooing away the press because Jin woo is an awkward duck no matter how strong he gets! he uses his shadows later tho) he does ask Ju Hee if he wants to come join his guild, and Ju hee despite knowing Jin Woo will be able to protect him even better than the best S ranks in Korean, still refuses. Jin Woo adds on that he just needs her to stay there and not actually go inside and raid, its to fill in basically. Well, she is a retired healer, but she wouldnt mind helping out her friend if nothing bad willl happen to her, and she will be too far away for that to happen, so Ju Hee agreesand sends her home like a good friend. They are both glad to be in talking terms again because really, they have grown so distant since the murder, and none of them really recognized the other. (The healer who felt safe within low rank dungeons and the hunter who always got hurt, to a retired high ranker that cant come close to the side of gates and a hunter who rivals the strenght of other S rankers... yeah, they were both surprised when they saw for how long they had been talking to one another during their walk.)

[Eh?! how come a low B rank healer can join but not me?? What am I lacking?!?! Does Sung even need a healer ??- a random definetly not S rank hunter out there as she looks at the news of Jin Woo's date or so all the media proclaims except the hunters themselves.]

After that trip he calls on his other "friend" or well, he should call him mentor really because it was mostly him being that. He feels a bit of pity scurring up when he realizes his only "friend" would be a 60 year old, and even then he is mostly an acquaintance with the man, either way he goes to the dojo were the he is supposed to work. Low and behold he did not expect the meeting to be even more awkward as he meets Cha hae In, who recently, like three to two days recently, just asked if she could join the guild. And now he will ask a lower rank than her to join. And she will probably be able to hear it.

(⊙_⊙;)

Jin Woo tries to act as though he just came here on accident, no he wasnt spying on Hae In and no he really really just passed by and stuff you know, just a waltz and he suddenly got interested in this dojo.

"Mr Sung" but of course, his plans are ruined as Song Chi Yul approaches him and asks what he is doing here. Cha Hae In, despite much interrogation and thousand "press X to doubt" going through her head, she lets the case go as Choi Jong In calls for her help on another dungeon.

At that point is when Jin Woo talks to Chi Yul about joining his guild and if he could please come to fill in the gap. Chi Yul feels a little please to know the boy is being honest with him, and considering he already owns dojo, it isnt as though he needs the money, so he will be fine with just helping him out, the same as Ju Hee had said.

[The next day Chi yul is confronted by a blushing know-tow Cha Hae In asking him to pretty please help her put on a good word for Jin Woo because she really wants to get into his guild please!! and Chi Yul, after teasing his student (at this point foster daughter with how much he cares for her!) he promises to try and Hae In smiles.]

When Jin Ho and jin Woo meet up again, alongside the already new member Yoo Sooyoung (whose interactions go as canon with added bits of Sooyoung and Jin Woo stuck in a photo session for two hours bc Sooyoung trains him to smile more and look less menancing as he does so!) they see they are already halfway up! good for them!

but now they really have exhausted most of their help.

But.

It is then!

Jin Ah is contacted during her small lunch break in school (how mean of you oppa!) to ask for some help in building the guild.

"Wow I knew you were bad at bussiness managment but I didn't think you would go so far as to asking me of all people. A student."

"Its not about that. Do you have your friends phone number?"

"I, unlike you, have many friends, so especify please."

"You little-- The E rank one, the girl with the hoddie who has a better fashion taste than you."

"because Song Yi wears the same edgy things as you!" Like she doesnt know about nirvana and MCR when both keep telling her they are the best things since slice bread.

"Yes her."

"Why? I dont trust you with her life oppa after what Song Yi told me about the red gate incient." She told her the WHAT now???

"Hey I saved her from an otherwise bad experience... and death."

"hmmmm... fine, but Im not letting my friend go out of sight with you, hunters can tend to be such risk takers nowadays."

So Jin Ah puts the phone on speaker as Song Yi is called over, they discuss the tradings as Jin Woo did before, and specify she wont do anything, she just has to be present. Song Yi feels a little disappointed knowing she wont be able to fight off against real monsters until.. she gets an idea, a sneaky idea! and puts the phone on mute to share Jin Ah of said idea (jin woo's brother senses are tingling and its not good.)

Unmuting the call, Song yi accepts [:D] under the condition that Jin Woo can train her [:0]. Jin Woo agrees it only on bi weekly sundays, and Song Yi and Jin Ah act all professional while ending the meeting (call) on an agreement before suddenly leaping out and squaling with joy that they get to spend more time now with the shadows and jin Woo!

Their high school classmates are so jealous right now. You bet Song Yi and Jin Ah wont miss an opportunity at inviting the shadows in for a movie night!!

Alright 6 down, 1 more to go.

[On Kakaotalk and Insta the most talked about thing currrently is this sudden Korean E rank student being able to enter one of the most anticipated guilds in the country due to Sung Jin Woo's reputation, and the people truly do wish to ask. why? who? the members so far have been S rank Jin Woo, A rank Soo young, B rank Ju hee, C rank Chi Yul, D rank Jin ho and finally E rank Song Yi. Some have started to point it out that it looks like he is trying to get one of each rank and have even celebrated about it. The assosiation is sent to keep close watch on the members since some of them most likely wont be able to deal with the press. "All except for C rank Chi Yul." One informs as he gets news that Hae In threatened the press not to spread rumors about her master or else they will have to deal with two S ranks.

Chi Yul in the back like: (´ｰ∀ｰ`) there goes my pupil making headlines again despite not liking talking to the press at all.]

As Jin Woo is reading the manual for making a guild, he suddenly has a realization, or at least managed to find a loophole in the system.

It said hunters, not just humans. Of course its not all that easy, or else he would have put his shadows as hunters and bam, case solveda milenia ago. They did specify that hunters are "Awakened people who use their powers to help in killing or kill Magic Beasts inside gates."

And now, as long as he can integrate that person into a "people" he should be able to get a seventh hunter, right?

"Alas... you came to our castle to ask us if I could give up my daughter again for her to gain this "citizentship" in your kingdom of Korea-"

"Its not a kingdom sir, but yes."

"hmmm..."

Did he even hear him? Jin Woo can see that he is shaking in his knees, especially afterh he came back with such a new strong force below him, but he didnt expect the Radiru clan leader to still act tought. Well, its kinda funny so he lets him go on. Besides, Esil and him are already happy to see each other again, since , really, he didnt expect to come here again.

"Fine, but she better come back home before dawn. "

(ㆆ_ㆆ)

Is- is dawn even real here? the sky hasnt changed even when he was here for a week. Oh well, guess he can try. Esil nudges him a little saying its fine, he is just saying she has to come back at least once in a while.

"But now to explore this new Korea kingdom!"

"Its not a kingdom..."

Esil doesnt care!

Meanwhile Jin Woo is helping Esil shift somewhat into a passable human (how to hide those ears hmmmmm... the marks in her eyes will be a simple makeup- "Jin Ah!")

Jin Ah was never more exited in her life than at this very moment as she wants (heck yeah she's rich now!) And starts her mission as fast as possible. Song Yi joins in also, surgesting that she also wear a hoddie to hide her long ears, and maybe ask some questions about who she is.

"Im a noble."

Jin Ah interprets it as being a princess. And considering the best clan now is the Radiru... she isnt technically wrong.

Eventually the girls settle on a lot of different hairstyles to cover her ears very well while Esil's unique facemarks can be hidden within deep layers of makeup that are the top noch quality for S ranks. There are also some headbands that are long enough for her ears to hide in, and even then she could always slay in a hoddie or two. Esil Radiru quickly gains alot of followers as Jin Ah posts on her social media, feeling proud of herself for her work.

Meanwhile Jin Woo and Jin Ho are forgering papers to make it seem as though Esil is an actual real person all along. Its not the first crime they commited honestly.

Esil's name was changed to Ming A-Young, 24 years old (they never got a clear answer on her age so Jin Woo just guessed), and is taken the next day to get her evaluation tested.

"Sung Jin Woo-ssi! I think I might have broken something..."

"Hm? How so?"

"They told me that my status was inmmesurable... Im really sorry I swear I didnt mean to do anything I simply touched it and—" Jin Woo just pats her head.

He can already see the headlines for three days from now.

[Korean's 11th S rank Hunter! Ming A Young who already has become the last needed member for the new Ah Jin Guild!]

Korea celebrates as Cha Hae In notices she has new waifu competition.

...But seeing that the 11th S rank is a woman, around her same age? She could probably befriend her huh...

Suddenly It doesn't feel so lonely being an S rank anymore.

#sung jinwoo #sung jin ah #solo leveling spoilers #solo leveling au #solo leveling manwha #solo leveling #han song yi #esil radiru #yoo sooyoung #yoo jin ho #song chi yul #cha hae in #lee ju hee

[storiesofsvu]

Hidden Desires Ch 18

Casey Novak x reader Warnings: language, just fluff.

When you pushed open the door to Casey’s office you only made it three quarters of the way before you were hit with resistance, nearly stumbling against the door.

“What the fuck?” You muttered more to yourself, nearly jumping when Casey popped into view in front of you.

“Hey, sorry…kinda overflowing here.” She moved over to the table, placing the file box down as she started to root through it.

“I can tell…what is all this?” You glanced around, her office was full of stacks of boxed filled with paperwork, you pitied the poor person who had been responsible for bringing it all upstairs.

“You think this is bad, the conference room has about three hundred more.”

“Okay, but what is it?” You’d been in court basically the entire last week and hadn’t had the opportunity to even know what Casey was working on.

“Somewhere in these boxes are about fifty documents I need in order to indict the U.S. Army for rape and murder.”

“I-what?”

Casey then launched into a spree, her words moving so quickly you could barely digest them before she’d moved on to the next topic. You could see the fire behind her eye, the small grin on her face as she spewed through everything, the passion she held shining through so brightly you were swelling with pride, now hearing her words even less as you caught the sparkle in her eye. You laughed lightly, trying to grab her attention, break her out of the spell, calling her name. She didn’t let up, simply shot you a dazzling grin as she continued babbling over the case and her plans.

“Slow down Case..” you laughed, “okay..stop..” you words had no affect on her, as she paced back to the other side of the office, pullling down another box, continuing on in her rant. “Casey!”

This time she at least turned around, but her lips wouldn’t stop moving and suddenly she wasn’t the only one overcome with passion in the office. With barely a thought you stepped forward and kissed her, her body tensed in surprise but then instantly melted against you, lips moving with barely a thought against each other.

“Now would you shut up for a second?” You murmured as you pulled apart.

“Only if you promise to do that again.” She replied with a gleam in her eye, you chuckled, kissing her again. This time her hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you to her as your settled around her shoulders. Her tongue slid over your lower lip and you were just about to allow her entrance when a voice rang out.

“Novak!” You tore apart, leaning back against the desk as Liz popped into the doorway, “conference room now!” Her eyes darted between the two of you, a small scoff, “and would you please leave the make out sessions at home?” Casey sputtered, and you rolled your eyes.

“You have these offices bugged don’t you!?” You called after her as she vanished from the doorway. Casey gave you a sheepish grin, pecking your cheek quickly before she followed Liz down the hall.

That night you went out for dinner, Casey explaining her case in more details so you could actually make sense of it, and you commended her for taking on such a big challenge in her first year in sex crimes. She knew she wasn’t actually going to get an indictment, but hoped that maybe people would actually start to pay attention now. Linking your hand in hers as you left the resturaunt, you slowly wandered the streets of Manhattan until you were outside her apartment. You were quick to come up for a nightcap, though that first night lead to nothing more than a steamy make out session followed by a night of cuddling. And honestly, it was the best sleep either of you had had in a very long time.

If you thought you had fallen for people in the past quicker than average, you had no idea what was coming with Casey. You fell into bed together three days later, Casey reminding you just how incredible it was to be with a woman. By the end of the week your disclosure paperwork was filed with Liz, who shook her head at you, making a comment on how you now had a very specific type. Aside from Donnelly, you knew it was best to keep your relationship private, not only to keep private life private, but with everything that had happened in the department over the past year, you wanted to keep each other safe. Casey made a promise to you that she wasn’t going anywhere, and she wasn’t about to break it.

It took you less than a month to fall completely head over heels in love with her, and honestly, Casey felt the exact same, and the two of you used every opportunity to remind the other. She was just so Goddamn soft with you it made you absolutely weak, every little moment that you spent together made your heart swell a little more. The love radiating off Casey beginning to heal the cracks left from Alex, soothing the pain leftover from Sonya’s sudden death. In turn the love you carried for her warmed her up again, made her realize that true, real love does exist, her hesitancy to get into a relationship after Charlie nearly vanishing completely. She knew you absolutely adored her, and she wanted nothing more than for you to be her endgame.

A few months down the line, you caught her on the way out of the office, joking that she was ditching you for lunch. She laughed and said she was meeting with a few landlords to look at a few apartments closer to work, and asked if you wanted to be a second set of eyes for her. You talked living situations on the way over, she almost dared to ask the lingering question, especially when you brought up that you were always at her place instead of yours (despite you being much closer to work) because it was still a little weird being in the home you’d shared with Alex. You both awkwardly dodged the conversation, veering off into another zone. That was of course, until you both instantly fell in love with a condo in Tribeca that the landlord originally wasn’t going to show you. Casey knew it was out of her price range, and said she’d think about it, taking a business card to call back later. You could tell she was sulking about it the rest of the afternoon, so you bit the bullet and suggested splitting the rent, your apartment was on a monthly lease anyways.

You’d never expected the year and a half to progress like it did, but you were more than happy with how it turned out. Easily settling into a very domesticated relationship with Casey, getting to wake up beside her every morning, falling asleep in her arms each night? You couldn’t ask for anything more. You very happily celebrated your one year anniversary with a splurge of a luxurious night out, knowing that there was nothing that could come between your love.

#casey novak #casey novak x reader #law and order svu #hidden desires #law and order #svu #law and order special victims unit

[aquadestinyswriting]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals- Selene

Thanks to @writingamongther0ses and @mariahwritesstuff for the tags. This is the second one of these out of two. Placing the rest under a readmore because it's going to get long. Oh and I'm nicking the idea of an extra-planar interviewer from @blind-the-winds because that will help me warm up the writing muscles for later. I'm answering these as of current fiction.

This is an open tag for anyone that wants to take part, but I will be tagging the people I know will be interested in the following responses

Tags: @druidx, @blind-the-winds, @mariahwritesstuff, @odysseywritings

[The Wizard's Tower, Toreguarde. It's first thing in the morning and the sun is just coming through the windows of the tower's library. Selene is sitting at her desk, a mug of dwarven bloc coffee in hand. Sitting opposite her, halfway hiding where the sunrise hasn't quite reached is the Interviewer. Chrackle is sitting in the rafters above them, eyeing the shifting, amorphous figure warily.]

Interviewer: Good morning, I hope I'm not inconveniencing you by coming along this early?

Selene: Not at all. It's not often that an extra-planar being visits the city without having an agenda to blow it up or destroy it. It's quite refreshing, actually.

Interviewer: I am quite aware of the city's reputation. Your head of security was quite thorough in her interrogation. I'm surprised she was able to notice me.

Selene: What can I say, it helps to have a Plane Shifter on staff.

1. Are you named after anyone?

I honestly don't know. I suspect my mother had heard the name as some sort of reference and liked it enough to use it as my name. Sadly, I have no way to contact her to ask, if she's even still alive

2. When was the last time you cried?

*jokingly* when Orrock last reminded me what Ivan's bartab total was. On a more serious note though, it was just after we got the official paperwork regarding the adoption of Caitr and Bridget. It hadn't actually hit me until then that I was a mother.

3. Do you have kids?

As I said, I have two adopted daughters. Edwin brought them home one day and talked me into keeping them because they're half dwarves. It's a good thing my partner lived in Fangthane for as long as he did because the girls are going to grow up knowing about dwarven culture and not end up cut off from it.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

When it's required

Chrackle: She use it too much!

*glaring up at her familiar* They weren't asking you!

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Physically it's the appearance, I usually notice the way they're dressed first, before anything else.

Chrackle: *helpfully* only when she pay attention. Head in clouds a lot.

*ignoring the bird* Aside from that, if the person in question can use magic, it's a little easier to notice the magical "vibes" they give off. They often say a lot more than anything else

6. What's your eye color?

Green.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

*once the concept of a movie is explained* Why not both? I've been an avid reader all my life and, as long as the execution is decent, I enjoy all sorts of stories. While I might prefer books, stories of both types are enjoyable no matter the medium.

8. Any special talents?

Given that anyone can learn how to use magic, I don't think there's really anything special about what I can do. That's not a bad thing, I highly encourage those that want to to learn magic.

9. Where were you born?

On a small charcoal burner's homestead somewhere near Embertown. All I remember is that it was way out in the middle of nowhere and that our closest neighbour, the Schreiber manorhouse, was about two or three miles away.

10. What are your hobbies?

I'm an academic first and foremost, so most of my hobbies are basically what I do as my job. I said before that I was an avid reader. I'm also in the process of learning conversational dwarven and I study Arcane theory on the side.

11. Have you any pets?

Not at the moment, Chrackle is probably the closest equivalent- *annoyed squawk from the rafters*- but I don't think familiars really count. Caitr has been bugging us for a cat recently though. Whether it's because she wants one to make a familiar later or just because she wants a pet... I'll need to wait and find out.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I'm not really into any kind of physical exercise for fun. I'm a bit too awkward and clumsy. My oldest brother would try to include me when I was a child, but my older brother made actually enjoying it very difficult and my father.... well he had some very traditionalist views that I don't agree with.

13. How tall are you?

5 feet 5 inches, so around average height for a human woman.

14. Favorite subject in school?

As a person who loves learning in general, all the subjects were my favourite. Seems a bit trite, I know, but my mother was an excellent teacher and Yastromo figured out how to work around the way I learned pretty quickly.

15. Dream job?

It's always been to manage my own arcane library. I now have the time to dedicate solely to this place and not get constantly dragged away to appease the Council. It's a shame it took this long to get here, but I've learned a lot from my experiences, harrowing as many of them may have been.

Interviewer: Thank you for your time. I appreciate how candid you've been

Selene: *waves a hand* It's no trouble, it's been nice to have a conversation about my life that hasn't involved getting into the politics of Toreguarde or its history.

Interviewer: I can imagine. *shuffles papers* Anyway, I'd best be off, I'm sure there are plenty of people who want access to your library and I've probably kept them waiting long enough.

Chrackle: *landing on table, glaring at the Interviewer* What do with answers?

[The Interviewer does not reply, simply nodding to Selene and vanishing.]

#aquadestinyswriting #titan fighting fantasy #writeblr tag games #selene frigidwake

[justanothercmblog]

Coffee Shop - Chapter 4

a/n: So this is suuuuper short, but it kind of made sense to me to end here for today. Also: thanks for anyone who is reading this, it really is very self-indulgent and kind of slow burn, but I hope you still enjoy! This fic is not really planned ahead a whole lot, I just enjoy writing and see where it takes me. Tell me what you think! &lt;3

Summary: Spencer wants to keep Marie for himself just a little while longer.

She could barely think of anything else for the remainder of the day. She did have to go to work for a couple of hours and her students could definitely tell that she wasn’t a hundred per cent with them. When she got home in the afternoon Gia wasn’t there which Marie was relieved about. She didn’t feel like telling her about Spencer yet, she didn’t know why. She was her best friend, but something held her back. Maybe she wanted to see what this even was, why he had shown an interest in her and maybe she didn’t want Gia to talk it down, she was good at that.

The buzz of her phone got her out of her head. *Looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow, go put that brain of yours to work and start studying!*. She smiled down at her phone. She hadn’t expected him to reach out again, so it was a nice surprise. *Looking forward to it too! And yes Dr Reid, I will study now :p*, she texted back teasing him a little. *Just looking out for you!* *Well and you put your phone away and catch America’s finest.* *Noone to catch today other than up with paperwork.* Marie smirked at that bad joke. *Du bist nicht so lustig wie du denkst.* (You’re not as funny as you think you are). She decided to text back in german, just for to tease him a little. 

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In the bullpen, JJ and Emily had been curiously eyeing Spencer for a few minutes and now watched him smile down at his phone. “He’s definitely texting the girl, right?” Emily asked the blonde who was leaning on her desk. “Yep, I’ve never really seen him like that.” “Let’s just hope she won’t break his little heart.” “They met once on Monday, I don’t think there’s much to break yet.” JJ said as Spencer full-on grinned down at his phone now.

“He hates texting, why is Boy Genius grinning down at his phone like that?” The two women jumped at the sound of Garcia beside them. “We think he’s texting the girl he met on Monday.” Emily explained. “What girl? Spencer Reid, what are you not telling me!”, she hurried over before Emily or JJ could hold her back. Spencer looked up confused now. “Uhm what?” Reid quickly turned over his phone and furrowed his brows at the women.

“What girl are you texting?” “What? I … I’m not .. why do you think I’m texting a girl?” he asked defensively. “That was defensive, wasn’t it? Answering a question with another?  I’ve learned that much from the bunch of you! Show me your phone.” “What? No!”, he went to grab his phone but Garcia was faster. “Now what would be Spencer Reid’s passcode? hmm.. got it.” “Marie.. interesting.” Spencer reached to try and get his phone back from her but failed as she ran back to Emily and JJ. “Garcia give that to me, has no one on this team ever heard of privacy?”, he got worked up now.

“Hey what is this gibberish, I don’t understand a single thing,” Garcia exclaimed disappointedly as Spencer snatched his phone back. “Seriously. Just stop it okay? I don’t go around all of your private lives telling everyone about it.”, he huffed, seriously pissed off now. “Spencer," Emily tried but he stopped her and rushed off. “No you all really need to mind your own business why are you even surprised that I don’t tell you anything?”, he huffed frustratedly and headed out the bullpen, passing Morgan who looked after him confused and then at the three women.

“What’s up with the kid and why do you all look like you did something?”, he questioned. “I didn’t mean to… why didn’t you stop me?”, Garcia spoke sadly looking at Emily and JJ. “I honestly didn’t think he’d react this way.”, JJ argued. “Baby girl, what did you do?” “I uhm asked about this girl and stole his phone and wanted to read their messages:” Morgan sighed, running his hand down his face. “Come on now, I know we like to tease the kid, me especially but you know how he is.” “I couldn’t understand anything anyway it was like another language or something.” “German.”, Emily said. “What?” “It was in German, he told us that.” “Right.”, Morgan nodded. “So he was texting her huh?”, he smirked now. “And grinning like a lovesick puppy,” Emily added , chuckling. “Well let’s just hope he’ll tell us when he’s ready.”

Spencer stayed away from the others for the rest of the day, he worked through his files and stayed late catching up on some more. At least he still had the other morning to look forward to. It was refreshing to talk to someone who had nothing to do with this place, he enjoyed hearing about how excited she was about her subjects and teaching in general and he liked how different she was. She looked at life a little lighter and didn’t take herself too seriously, she was clumsy and nervous around him, which he thought was cute, normally that was him. He didn’t know why he reacted that harshly towards Garcia earlier, it just bothered him, he wanted to keep her away from this place, of course, they were his friends but he somehow felt like they were teasing him a little too much lately. He wasn’t just a kid anymore and she wasn’t just a girl. He knew he had only met her twice but it was different. He really didn't want to mess this up and he felt like his friends could get in his head sometimes.

Chapter 5

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[faofinn]

DAY 18: can't stay awake

@febuwhump

Harrison running the safe space for the community, The Sanctuary, had become the most natural thing. Once Tai and hars had settled back in the UK, and Levi had began to sleep more than one hour a night, Harrison started it back up. He'd wanted to do it for years, since Steve had rescued him from all that shit.  

With the others still running the outreach programmes, their attempts to make the community safer, it just felt like the natural progression. And then, the church down the road had been put up for sale. With Fred behind him, there wasn't much he wasn't able to do. The other buyer had quickly dropped out, and then it was all Harrison’s. He couldn’t quite believe it. 

Between working in the ED, working for Fred, and being a full-time dad, he began gutting the place. It took a while to get it just right; a safe space for overnight beds, a proper kitchen, a group room, and treatment centre. He didn’t know everything, far from it, but he knew enough to muddle through - and knew people who could help with the rest.

And that's how he found himself leading group sessions, trying to help others off the street. Fred helped out too, giving them odd jobs cleaning their fleet for a little cash under the table, far away from the darker side of the business. 

They weren't there to judge, and offered spaces to collect and discard needles and supplies, but they expected a level of trust too. Unless they were there for help (though they encouraged an actual hospital), they were expected to not be under the influence. Of course, there were always a few that tried their luck, and were either turfed out until they were sober, or given somewhere to pull themselves together. A lot of the time, if they were willing, they'd help organise rehab for them too. 

The usual Friday morning lads trooped in, all sleeping rough but trying to get themselves back on their feet. They were mostly hard enough workers, and mainly on the straight and narrow. Which was why, when three of them stumbled in, the one in the middle held up between them, alarm bells started ringing. 

Harrison had almost a sixth sense when it came to medical issues, and this was no different. He glanced up from the desk, his brow furrowing.

"Ah, ah. No, stop there." He interrupted, hauling himself to his feet. "What's he taken?"

"He's not taken anything. He's fine." 

"Yeah, that's bullshit. Look at the state of him. What's he had?"

"Nowt, we told you. He's fine, honestly." They brushed it off, trying to walk past Harrison.

"Fuck that. Take him in the main room." Harrison shook his head. "I'll grab my kit."

They knew better than to mess with that tone, and shuffled their way into the room. They didn’t fancy the consequences, or the chance of being found out themselves, so shoved him in and quickly disappeared.

Harrison wasn't impressed as he returned, rolling his eyes at the state he'd been left in. It didn’t surprise him that they'd left; they’d been on his watchlist for a few weeks, and had been on his bad side more than once.

"Nathan, Nathan. Open your eyes for me, mate. Look at me? There we go. What have you taken?"

"Get off us." He shrugged away, words slurring as he slumped again.

"Ah, careful." Harrison propped him up, nipping at his collar. "Stay awake."

Ever since Fao had gotten back on his feet after crashing his bike, he’d been spending time with Harrison. He kept getting underfoot in the basement, and Sheila and Ely ended up banishing him. Bored of spending the days in his room whilst his girlfriend worked, he’d been so bothersome asking for something to do that Harrison and Tai had told him to come over to the church. He could keep himself busy doing admin, and basic tasks, and it would keep him out of mischief at home. Besides, he liked spending time with Hars and Tai. 

He’d been in the back doing some paperwork, used to the usual morning routine now, when the lads had come in, and whilst he’d heard the fuss, he hadn’t gone out yet. Harrison surely had it covered, he wasn’t about to be getting underfoot again. He’d just get shouted at. 

"Nathan, come on. What have you had today? I'm not gonna be mad. I need to help you." Harrison pressed again, worry curling. 

He pulled away from Harrison’s hand holding his head up. "Smoked a joint." He finally managed, guilt as he admitted he'd broken the contract. 

"Just weed?" Harrison frowned. "That can't be all."

"Jus' fuck off. It's just weed. Leave me alone."

Harrison wasn't convinced, the slurring to his words and the state of him streamed something more. As he slumped forward again, Harrison sighed, calling out for Fao. He knew he was working, and it looked like he'd need more hands.

Hearing Harrison’s call, Fao frowned, but pushed himself to his feet. He was getting around okay now, only needing a crutch occasionally, usually at night when he was tired and he’d been on his feet a lot during the day. He appeared in the main room, clocking Hars and his obvious patient. 

“Yeah, I’m here. What’s up?” Fao asked, coming alongside him.

"Can you grab the tox kit for me?"

“Yeah. Need anything else?” He asked, turning away to grab it. 

"Maybe bring the full response bag." He murmured, unconvinced. 

Fao hummed in acknowledgement, grabbing what he needed with a wince. “What’ve you got?” He asked, bringing it over. 

"Says he's just had weed, but it doesn't look like it." He pulled a face. "He doesn't usually lie, and the others he was with fucked off sharpish."

“Well, that’s not suspicious at all, is it?”

"Not at all."

“What’s his name?”

"Nathan, he's 19. Been coming here since we started, really. Got himself clean pretty quickly, and has stayed it." He watched the monitor for a moment. "Starting to brady and his breathing's all over. Have you got the narcan?"

“Yup, got it here.” Fao said, passing it over. 

"Right, Nathan, I'm gonna put a little needle in your arm. Sharp scratch." He murmured. "There we go. Well done."

As Harrison secured it, Nathan groaned and retched. A seasoned professional, Harrison quickly moved out of the way before he started vomiting. Nathan didn't exactly protect himself, or aim, and Harrison swore quietly, holding him up. 

"That's it, get it out."

Ducking away, Fao grabbed a few sick bowls and some stuff to clean up with, handing it to Hars. They weren’t as kitted up as in the basement, but they had what they needed. He moved back, rubbing the kid’s back. “I’ve been doing some work for Fred, there’s been a lot of issues with the drugs going around at the moment.”

"What do you mean?" Harrison asked, gently pushing the naloxone.

Fao shook his head. “It’s, well, it’s muddy at the moment, because obviously for us it’s more of a collateral impact than a direct impact. But a lot of the dealers associated with other groups, especially men formerly working for my uncle, have been getting into trouble, causing fights and unrest. I don’t know exactly what the issue is, but someone’s not happy.”

"You think they're fucking with the supply?"

“Yeah.” Fao said. “It’s been causing huge problems.”

He rubbed his knuckles on Nathan's chest. "Nathan, come on. Wakey wakey. Keep those eyes open."

Fao’s eyes flicked up at the monitors, hoping to see a decent change in things. “I just haven’t worked out what, yet.” He murmured. “Come on, kid. That’s it, back to the land of the living for us.” He rubbed Nathan’s arm, glancing across at Harrison. 

"Is Finn working?"

“Uh, I don’t know. I didn’t see him before I left this morning.”

Harrison hummed. "We might need to go somewhere else with him."

“There’s bedspace at home, and Sheila’s in?”

"Yeah. Think we need to." He pushed more naloxone. "I'm not sure what else he's got."

“We just need to transfer.” Fao muttered. 

"You can't help. Go radio for Sheila, I'll get someone to give me a hand."

Fao sighed. “I’ll see if I can get a hold of Finn, too. But there’s some stuff I can do, I’m not completely useless.”

"You can't carry him, and I won’t let you try." He said simply. "I know you're stubborn and getting better, but you're also an idiot."

“And you’re just as charming as ever.”

"Oh, I know."

“Shout if you need me.” Fao said, turning away to contact the others. 

"Yeah, will do."

Fao sat down to make the calls, hoping to get in contact with them. The kid was obviously in need of much more support than they could give him here.

#febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday18 #can't stay awake #whump writing #whump prompt #faolan blackwood #harrison cunningham #spiked #contaminated drugs #drug use #crime au #the wolf and the ghost #community outreach #crime #organised crime #whump #hars and fao forever teasing eachother #narcan #opiate misuse

[fly-like-egyptian-musk]

Lost in the Eye of Zaun

Hey y'all, this the start of my Lounge Singer AU I've talked about maybe once or twice. I have the next three chapters written, but want to gauge how much of an interest this has. I will only post the 2nd chapter if people comment. This will be a song fic and isn't a happy story and there will be an abundance of trigger warnings. Please read at your own discretion. This first chapter doesn't have many warnings except the mention of drugs. Will be cross posted on Ao3. Main Parings will be: OC Female x Silco, OC Female x multi, OC Female x Viktor. Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Lovelace/profile

Summary: Revolution is coming and freedom is in every Zaunite's horizon- but at what cost? A singers first hand encounter of scraping out an existence with her young sister who has big plans for the future, but plans change when The Eye of Zaun set's his sights on capturing the Siren and de-rails everything she once knew. A story of sinners and saints, and the lies between them.

Chapter 1. There was a thick cloud of smoke inside the office already, 

‘A bit early, how many cigars did he smoke so far??’ Sevika thought.

She shut the door, standing front and center. Silco, who was mostly stationary during meetings paced in front of the window, slowly as if mulling something over before addressing her.

“Shipments are good, the set back was..permanently dealt with. I think the crew got the message.”

“Good, let that be a sample of what happens when not following my orders. And what of the factories and their production progress?”

“On schedule. The lab technicians said potency is better, purer and becoming more each batch. No accidents thus far.”

“Hmm, that’s good news, very good news for once.”

The man finally turned to face her. 

Silco hadn’t donned any of the fancy clothing he had tailored for him yet, as it was relatively early in the day but was still a bit strange to see him plainly dressed. His button up was tucked neatly, but the tie hadn’t been properly set and dangled around his neck. He hastily clipped his cufflinks, cigar teetering between chipped teeth. 

When that was set he roughly fixed the tie, flattened it down and smoothed over a loose lock of hair as two billows of smoke left his nostrils.

“Now tell me the bad news.” He mumbled while cracking his neck, walking over with his eyes lifting to glance at Sevika as he snuffed his cigar in the doodled ashtray and started filtering through his paperwork. 

“Last week down at Shimmermist Cove I’ve gathered that there’s quite a bit of dealings happening in the surrounding area. A few addicts have told me it’s cheaper than shimmer.” She lit her own thin cigar, taking a seat at the side couch. 

“Apparently there’s going to be a show, a big one with some band the younger crowd likes and usually there’s a huge turnout. Which means, there’s bound to be dealings taking place..”

He had sat back into his chair, hands gripped the arms as he lounged paying attention if only for a moment, “Hmm most likely a band that can’t play very well..kids these days will pass off anything as music. And what of the baron? Have you seen him throughout these missions?” Silco grumbled out, eyebrows already high in annoyance at his own mentioning of the slumlord.

“Sparingly, but it’s a big night- he’ll probably want to make a flashy appearance.” she scoffed,

“Boss, the guy’s a joke, he looks like dog shit trying to pass as a man in a fancy suit and everyone knows it. I’m honestly surprised he’s gone this far.”

“He’s gotten this far because there’s a conspiracy that goes deeper- more people involved then we know of. And we’re going to weed them out. You know what you have to do- by any means necessary.” Silco added, grabbing a silver letter opener and slitting an envelope, his eyes stern and fixed on hers as it sliced cleanly and swiftly.

“Because by the end of next month, I’m shutting his whole operation down, taking him out for good and targeting the next. We’ll make an example out of him and all his imbecile lackeys.”

_______________________ The mid-summer heat made the sea spray blow across everyone, making all clothes damp and sticky with salt. Dilapidated stone walls lined the waters edge, dim lanterns lighting the ruddy path towards the cliffs slopes where a low bass line pulsated the very earth. This neighborhood was a secluded linkage of run down chem factories, abandoned when the spills polluted too much, un salvageable. But from others misfortune comes refuge, and with enough dedication and desperation anyone could flip the tides. Shimmer mist cove was a wet wasteland of polluted water by day and an eerily glistening haven for artists by night. Private enough to be exclusive and never overrun with yuppies, but popular enough where if you were an eccentric you’d be seen regularly inside. The zig zagging levy’s were slick until you came to a large, barnacle encrusted steel door where three beast-like men stood guard. The silent brooding group approached them, with a semi-mechanically built woman leading the way.

Sevika hated the art crowd, hated all the smug personalities that thought they were the next best thing to happen in Zaun but had nothing to show for it. But the boss wanted her to scout here every week, gather intel and report. She got some pussy out of it sometimes when a kinky woman wanted to play at one of these shows, so naturally she endured, you know..for the sake of business and all that.

Coming up to the door she was flanked by another brawler-type guard of Silco’s while they got a stare down by the bouncers. He was as big as the man behind her but armed with a mean looking home-brewed rail gun.

"Hmmmf, no fighting this time or I’ll shoot your ass, got it?" He towered over her menacingly.

Sevika sneered and curtly nodded, flipping the cover charge to the thin shifty looking man beside him with a lockbox and armed with a series of what looked like explosives. They weren’t playing around tonight. Duly noted, this might become a stealthier op by the end of the night if their target caught on. 

Entering the building for only the third time, she now began to see why Silco was so interested in this place, its position to the shore could be crucial for covert operations, easily accessible by boat and its size could hold a hefty amount of reserves. Not to mention, the crowd of young enterprising individuals who were always aching for the next new high packed this club regularly. They could make a ton of profit here, and continue to do so in an organized timely manner if it wasn’t for the incompetent baron who decided for himself that he was the sole benefactor of the place. Silco was aware, and had been for a long time..he was just biding his time gathering all the evidence he needed to destroy him and take over what was rightfully his. That being said, with Silco’s newfound position, he needed to be careful and strategic of his power plays lest he leaves an opening for usurpation. Sevika would make sure that would not happen, not after everything she also lost for this cause.

Crossing the threshold, the noise radiated through her body in a wall of sound.

The air was a misty green as they stepped inside. Meandering to a sparsely occupied booth, she bashed her fist onto the table and knocked the couples drinks clear off the surface to spook and claim the area as their own. Posting up, they relaxed as they scoured the club from their pivotal standpoint. 

Many Zaunites of various cloth and background had their own individual style and swagger. Along the floor of the factory was the gutter of bioluminescent liquid, chem spill that seeped into the surrounding bay and lit the room with a spectral glow that in some angles looked prismatic. Residual chems that had mutated the plankton and algae is what made the very namesake of the warehouse. 

Sevika ordered the goons to stay posted at the table while she went to the bar, wading through the swarms of bodies chasing their intoxication and getting riled up for the show about to start. The bar was separated by a low corroded metal grate and its stools lined the counter. Two beefy sailors worked quickly behind it, filling orders and handling coins. She climbed onto the stool next to an old Yordle dressed in a swath of navy blue and black, shiny mismatched buttons closed the petite blazer around him, and a monocle of layered multicolored lenses stacked over one eye. He met Sevika’s eyes and instead of shrinking in fear, the old Yordle winked and turned slightly toward her very interested. Sevika shifted her gaze, suddenly uncomfortable in her seat. Behind the bar was lined with dusty, foggy bottles of liquor, Sevika raised her arm harshly to grab attention, the bartender briskly walked over. 

“Got any fire draught?” She spilled a few coins onto the counter, but the bartender sucked his remaining teeth in a disappointed way. 

“Kegs empty till next shipment, what else can I get you?” 

The Yordle leaned over and threw down a few more coins and interrupted,

“Get her two shots of Flamespitt, and a water chaser.”

“Water? At a bar? You kidding me, gramps?” Sevika cackled, looking back and forth between the two. With the amount of coins laid before them she could afford a bottle of shwag stuff at least.

The bartender grinned and went towards the shiny tap in the middle of the wall, pouring a glass of crystal clear water, and scraping the droplets left behind as it turned off. The water was cool enough to frost the glass after filling. 

He rested it in front of Sevika, took another shot glass and filled it with the smokey amber fluid then crossed his arms, awaiting her judgment.

“Trust me, this is worth its weight in gold and more delicious than anything you’ve tasted in your young life..” the Yordle assured, raising his own glass to a toast with hers. She couldn’t argue, the glass was the clearest, coldest water she’d ever seen..let’s just see if it was worth the money. Sevika raised it to her eye, looking for any magical tampering and finding nothing but clarity. Taking the shot glass to him she knocked it down, and then the other in a fiery swallow to finally grab the ice cold glass and gulp. The dryness in her throat became coated with pure hydration, fresh and clean as it trickled down. She checked the glass again, too shocked at its purity. 

“How the fuck is this…real?” She’s not seen anything this clear come from any pipe in Zaun.

“That’s the secret! No one knows..except maybe the owners. It’s a miracle, truly!” The Yordle exclaimed, tiny feet kicking slightly in his seat. “Name’s Laserian, pleasure to be acquainted with you. Cheers!” He turned toward the stage and sipped his drink, craning his tiny head around.

Sevika drank more, eyes fluttering closed as the refreshing arctic chill shuddered through her in the stuffy heat of the club. She held it in her mouth and savored it like it was an aged delicacy, and he was right..it was worth it. 

The lights switched to a purple shade as the steam from the gutter billowed green below. Many shifted towards the front of the room, grabbing their spots before the closest ones were snagged. Sevika tapped the counter and laid a few more coins down, motioning for a bottle instead. As she grabbed it she scanned the crowd, looking for any familiar faces; some were just regulars at the drop, drunks that plagued the bar every weekend, others were clad in dark clothing and blending too well into the sea of bodies. 

“Ah- the show will start soon...you don’t want to miss it! The lady of the hour is delectable..” he winked again, and that’s when Sevika knew she wouldn’t linger next to him anymore. Making her way back to the booth came harder than it needed to be, as she swatted with her metal arm and pushed a few uncoordinated patrons out of her way, some falling into the gutter and sputtering a few curses as they peeled their chem soaked bodies up from the floor. 

Reaching the two goons, she laid out a few glasses and poured out drinks, leaning into the table between them. 

“Eyes open for Glub and his minions, don’t get distracted- stay aware. Any shimmer dealing take note, especially from them.” She commanded, shooting back the low tier brandy and grimacing at the taste. The goons grunted, and downed their shots back. A low droning began across the speakers, morbid and unsettling yet sparked anticipation in its frequency across the club. Sevika stood at the edge of the booth, taking point by leaning heavily against it to rest their body and keeping her eyes low across the crowd. She knew he’d mess up sooner or later in public. 

#arcane au #arcane fanfiction #Silco x oc #sex work fanfiction #song fic #arcane

[storyunrelated]

It is better to ask permission and be told no and then to just sit around kind of sad you can’t do what you want because someone in charge said no because they could and you felt you had to do as you were told

@flashfictionfridayofficial (Asking for permission)

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With a triumphant CRASH and sexy, sexy BOOM the heroes kicked open the door to Overlord Cash’s inner sanctum and strode on in like they owned the place despite they did not, as the name would indicate, own the place.

Overlord Cash owned the place, and he was a little put-out at having his door kicked in.

“We’d like to overthrow you, please,” said the lead hero, stepping up to the foot of Overlord Cash’s hilariously big throne. The lead hero then added: “If it’s not too much trouble.”

Overlord Cash – leaning forward to peer down at the heroes (it really was a very big throne) – considered this a moment before sitting back and letting out a nice, big sigh, the fingers of the one hand drumming on an armrest while the other hand rubbed his face.

“Fine, fine,” he said.

This took the heroes somewhat by surprise. They’d had an awful time getting to the inner sanctum (they’d lost count of the number of unnamed and helpless minions they’d had to murder) so to just have what they’d come for given over like that was a shock.

“Really?” Asked one of them.

“Yes, really. Whatever. Do you have any idea how tedious this is at this point? I’ve burnt so many villages to the ground it’s not even fun anymore. And I really like burning villages to the ground,” said Overlord Cash.

(It was the popping sounds that did it for him.)

“So you’re just giving up?” The lead hero asked, for clarification, and Overlord Cash nodded.

“Yep. I’ll give up, you can spare me because killing the main bad guy when he’s helpless is morally reprehensible compared to slaughtering minions who honestly couldn’t hope to so much as scratch you, blah blah, commentary, etcetera. This is all assuming you have your paperwork in order, obviously.”

Silence.

“Paperwork?” A backup hero asked, from the back.

“Yes, your overthrowing forms. Well, the three forms, actually, they split it up.”

Overlord Cash had no control over these things.

Mention of paperwork was leading to some confusion among the heroes.

“Overthrowing forms?”

“Yes. The forms you have to fill in prior to overthrowing someone? A tyrant, specifically, in this case. An evil dragon has a different process. I think there’s an online portion, and I think they have to verify your birth certificate, I forget. It’s like the minion slaying license you got, yeah?”

The heroes looked at each other, then back to Overlord Cash.

“Minion…slaying…license…?”

More silence, though of a rather more sinister character. Overlord Cash lent forward again, armour clinking.

“You did get a minion slaying license, didn’t you?” He asked.

“We didn’t really know we had to we just kind of showed up here and started doing our thing.”

“’Doing our thing’,” Overlord Cash repeated with dripping scorn. “Oh yes, like there isn’t proper procedure for everything, like there aren’t rules to be followed. People have worked very hard on setting down formal processes and you think you can just rock up here and ignore them?”

“Don’t you burn down villages?” Another one of the backup heroes asked. Overlord Cash’s armoured gauntlet sprang up, making everyone jump, and he pointed.

“We’re not talking about me! We’re talking about your utter disregard for the way things are meant to work! If you’re unsatisfied with your local tyrant and the way they’re operating you’re not just supposed to roll in, slaughter their minions, and turf them out on a whim. You’re meant to follow the rules!”

Slumping back into his throne with a clang of armour plate Overlord Cash wafted a hand back towards where the doors of his inner sanctum had been.

“Now bugger off and come back when you’ve decided to do this properly,” he said.

He was then shot in the eye with an arrow. One moment, nothing, the next – arrow. He continued sitting for a second or two more before sliding limply from his throne and crashing to the floor where he proceeded to lie, dead, in a slowly expanding pool of blood.

The heroes turned to the rear of the group and glared at the one member of their little squad holding the bow, who looked sheepish.

“What?”

“We might get in trouble!” The lead hero hissed.

They all waited a few moments to see if anything would happen.

But nothing did.

#Flash fiction friday #Amwriting #Writblr #Writeblr #Writing

[bukkum]

How To Select The Perfect Women’s Gym T-Shirt According to Your Body

Depending on your activity, the fabric, the elasticity, and even the colour of your sportswear may all significantly influence your selection. The appropriate clothes might give you the self-assurance you need to push yourself harder during exercise. Is there a particular reason your gym has so many mirrors? Do you honestly believe that they are just checking your paperwork?

Certainly not! You would be lying if you said you never glanced at your workout clothes. It is intriguing to take in your stunning good looks. Of course, the greatest way to make an impression is to dress well, even while working out. Knowing how to dress for your body type as you, exercise is brilliant. Find the perfect women’s t-shirts by reading on them.

1. Athletic Tees

You may wear a gym T-shirt over your sports bra to cover up while working out. Now, gym tees, particularly those from the sportswear line, are unlike your average baggy tee.

These cotton gym tees contain anti-microbial properties, so you can work out without worrying about smelling bad. You may also get them in various fashionable colours and patterns so that you can show up to the gym in style.

2. Style of Fabric

T-shirt perfection requires more than just finding the appropriate size. Verify not just the dimensions but also the fabric. You can easily tell what fabric a t-shirt is made from by looking at the product description online. Most of them are constructed entirely of cotton or a cotton-synthetic fibre combination. Pick the one that best suits your tastes.

3. Pick the Right One

The most important aspect of your T-shirt is its fit, which determines how freely you move about in it. Typically, three different cuts are available for running tees: a compression fit, a tight fit, and a looser cut. The compression fit is the most secure and comfortable option, fitting almost like a second skin.

This gym t-shirt for women is close-fitting because of its snug fit. Last, the relaxed cut is a boxier, more slouchy take on the classic tee. It opens up the space and improves ventilation. You may choose the most appropriate match depending on your preferences and requirements.

4. To Suit Your Requirements

We advise trail running gear for those who want to run or compete without carrying extra gear. The latter has many compartments for storing items like energy bars, cell phones, and even little thermoses or water bottles.

Choose from among the goods developed to reduce or eliminate the annoyances often experienced by runners. Whether the product is constructed with no, minimal, or flat seams, it will feel almost seamless on your skin.

5. Think About the Weather

You may be surprised to learn that the weather significantly affects your shopping habits. Choose a short-sleeved shirt or tank top if you know you will jog more in warm weather. You will sweat more than usual in hotter weather, so choose a shirt that can absorb that moisture.

However, if you live in a region where the weather is often colder, you may want to wear layers. Keeping warm and improving performance, such apparel also helps to retain the heat your body creates when running.

6. The Color

Though it may seem trivial, certain guidelines exist when selecting a running shirt colour.

Do not wear black in the summertime. Even though it is the colour most people gravitate toward, black is the worst for heat retention. Wearing black in the sweltering heat is a bad idea.

Light hues are best for night-time — Wearing a t-shirt for women of a lighter colour can help other motorists see you if they have trouble spotting you standing by the roadside. You should also dress to impress by donning bright colours like neon green, pink, or yellow.

White and grey go with every colour scheme — Wear a neutral-coloured shirt, like white or grey, if you do not want to stand out as “that guy” who runs in loud, flashy colours. It will look good with any shade of shorts or footwear.

7. Styles for Printing

Sometimes the printed designs on the t-shirt are more important than the quality of the cloth or any other factor. The designs, funny inscriptions, quotations, etc., that grace the fronts of t-shirts are often the first draws, and after you’ve fallen in love with one, everything else might seem inconsequential.

Tips

· Not only will you choose the fabric, cut, and colour, but you will also choose whether to go sleeveless, with a t-shirt, with long sleeves, or with compression.

· Sleeveless tops provide the greatest freedom of movement and ventilation for any running shirt. They are your best bet for jogging when it is very hot outside. Everyone wears the shirt during the races.

· Stylish and comfortable, t-shirts are a must-have. Most casual runners choose to cover their upper bodies with shirts. It is the kind of shirt you can wear jogging and to a coffee shop break.

· Arms-length sleeve to stay warmer when running in the winter, long sleeves are a fantastic choice.

· Squeezing — While compression shorts may improve performance, we would not suggest replicating that effect with a compression shirt. From personal experience, wearing a compression shirt while jogging during hot weather is unpleasant.

· T-shirt length should be at or above the natural waistline and no lower than the buttocks.

· Standing up straight, measure from the top of your shoulder to the smallest part of your waist to determine your correct T-shirt size.

Conclusion

It would help if you had a quality sports t-shirt for women in your exercise gear, whether you are a professional runner preparing for your next marathon or a casual runner working hard to stay in shape. With the above information in mind, we hope you will be ready to purchase as well as get your hands on the ideal gym t-shirt. Bukkum Athleisure wears comes with a wide range of Gym wear clothes designed for men and women of all sizes. Choose the best fitting combination today and enjoy your journey towards a fit life.

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#Womens T-Shirts #t-shirts for womens #Gym T-Shirt

[storytime-reviews]

Partner Track Season 1 Review

Ingrid Yun, an idealistic lawyer, struggles with her moral compass as she fights to climb the partner track at a New York City law firm.

There were elements of Partner Track that I really enjoyed, whilst other parts I found quite boring. I spent most of my time watching this series whilst doing other things, exercise and paperwork for example, however there were some quite fun and tense moments that had me sitting back and ignoring what else I was doing as the drama unfolded.

I found it difficult to be really invested in any of the main characters, although I did find Rachel to be the most interesting. Ingrid Yun (Arden Cho) was the most frustrating by far, from her naivety to the poor decisions she makes, thereby isolating herself from her friends, Rachel Friedman (Alexandra Turshen) and Tyler Robinson (Bradley Gibson). Much of the drama that occurs is due to Ingrid making similarly bad decisions from episode to episode, and you can’t help but wonder why it takes her so long to recognise her mistakes, especially when everyone else is pointing them out to her. Whilst I was always rooting for her to be on top in her work life, when it came to the personal and social aspects of her life it was genuinely hard to care every time she blew it up. In the end Ingrid realises what is important to her, and works towards fixing her mistakes. But Ingrid only selfishly realises what she’s done when others do it to her.

Rachel and Tyler also have similar arcs in which they begin to discover what they want in life. Rachel coasts by at work, and only by accident comes to have an interest in writing. It’s really only the first time we see her come to actually care about something, apart from maybe her budding relationship with a paralegal. I actually enjoyed Rachel’s journey from the cold, easily bored and apathetic woman she was in episode one, to actively caring about something and being willing to give up part of her comfortable life for it. Much of Tyler’s own journey stems from the racism he experiences at the firm, leading to him quitting his job. But it’s also influenced by the decisions he’s forced to make at work, and realising that’s not who he wants to be. Hopefully with his new job he’ll be able to do work he can be proud of.

It’s almost like by the end of the season the rose-tinted glasses these characters are wearing finally come off, and they begin to realise that there is more to life than the next big payday, or making partner. That focusing on their relationships and honesty and integrity is even more important, and something to prioritise. I enjoyed the scenes with the three of them together, and now that they are friends again I am looking forward to how this works out next season, and how their individual journeys continue to develop them as people.

The romance is far from the most engaging aspect of Partner Track. In fact, Ingrid’s new billionaire boyfriend Nick is bland and boring, and honestly moves way too fast. Meanwhile, her other option, Jeff, is more interesting for the will they won’t they aspect of the show, but the mystery is really the only thing that works for him. Ingrid has more chemistry and things in common with one of her clients, Zi, who is probably the nicest person on the show, and hopefully we’ll see more of him next season.

Personally, I found the legal aspects of the show to be the most entertaining. I enjoyed the tense, drama filled moments when the team was working a case, or when Ingrid was trying to one up her male colleagues. I loved the last minute hail marys and the surprise reveals. The best by far would have to be Ingrid’s plan to make up for some of the damage her decisions at work created in the final episode, and how it all came together. That final episode utilised tension and suspense perfectly, and I couldn’t be happier with the end result. So I am very interested in how next season will be impacted by it.

#partner track #arden cho #ingrid yun #rachel friedman #tyler robinson #netflix #tv review

[headlessandhellbent]

My mom got told she has 3 months to live with her stage 4 cancer.

My sister went home leaving me to spend 8+ hours visiting mom this weekend each day, doing all her soiled laundry, starting to deep scrub/clean/empty her house, mow the lawns, go to the bank to give them the power of attorney paperwork. And that was all just Saturday.

My mom inherited the house from her parents and it's SO full of random shit. For whatever a normal house has, this house has 4-5. Need a rolling pin? House has 6. Need measuring cups? House has three full sets, and about 60 random mismatched. Need a can opener? House has 4, and 3 broken rusted ones.

Not to mention my migraine brought on by the Botox has NOT gone away, my tmj is flaring up BAD, and my anxiety is through the roof and I can barely remember to take my medicine.

Honestly I'm usually moderately suicidal in general, but even I'm surprised with how nice it's sounding after my mom passes.

God damn it, I just want to die.

[tj-crochets]

My job can basically be boiled down to data entry but one of the jobs I took over (because my boss didn’t like to do it) is updating the progress of every contractor that works with him on every job they are doing every day in our system. About a third of them will just email me updates when they start their day so I don’t bug them, another third will respond to the automated text I send out, but the other third ignore me. I now get to be as politely annoying as possible to get them to update me. Every day. This past week I’ve progressed from text to text + email to text + email + followup email and the next step is text + email + call + another email.  The ultimate step in being politely, professionally annoying is going to be texting, waiting an hour, emailing, waiting an hour, and then calling every hour after that until they respond. I did this a few months ago but we got a new batch of contractors since then and they haven’t learned. The old contractors are the ones that email me first thing in the morning so I don’t bug them, and we are all happy with that system lol

#tj talks about work #I don't like doing this so I am choosing to take delight in being professionally annoying #like...giving me this update is part of their contract #they need to update me every day they are working for the company I work for #usually I only have to keep this up for like a week and a half for new contractors to start updating me #I'm on day 4 of escalation of professional annoyance #I'm down to six contractors consistently not responding #and three of them are SO BAD at paperwork it's honestly not a surprise #but being professionally annoying is reminding me of when I used to do martial arts #and I was practice sparring with this one huge dude #who literally tossed me across the room #and I used the force of the landing to launch myself back at him #and he said 'you're like a damn mosquito!!' #and that is now my job description lol