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Cake Day — Jean Kirschtein

prequel to French Wine

summary: Your friends take on the task of planning Connie’s birthday party, only there are a few challenges along the way. Keeping your eyes from staring at Jean happens to be one of them.

warnings: no pronouns mentioned, reader does have hair, cursing, connie is going through a dark time (dont worry, he’s gonna be okay), kissing ;)

genre: fluff, crack

word count: 5.5k bc I am crazy

a/n: no bc i always come back, connie’s bday was a long time ago but this is what i have, literally all of the 104th cadets are mentioned/make an appearance, this is a prequel to French Wine by meeee, hope u enjoy <3

"Please tell me this isn't actually happening right now."

"Sasha, it's alright." you say, walking over to where she stands in her Auntie Anne's work uniform with wide eyes. "We can find a new place to host the party, and if not, we can reschedule."

"No, we can't." Armin admits from his seat on your apartment's brown couch. Everyone winces at the sight of the old thing. "It has to be tomorrow. I already asked everyone to RSVP for tomorrow. We can't just cancel on everyone like that."

"Why can't we just have it here?" Mikasa suggests calmly, long fingers messing with the hem of her sweater. "We can just put up some birthday decorations and ask Reiner to bring everything else here."

"No, that won't work. We're always here, and this has to be special. It's Connie's first birthday since..." Sasha loses her words for a moment as she begin spacing around your shared living room. "It's gotta be the best party we've ever thrown. Our apartment has too many bad memories for him.”

Her words bring silence upon the group. She's right. Every single one of you has seen Connie at his worst, and being there for him on his birthday is the only thing any of you can gift him.

The plan was to throw him a surprise birthday party at some club downtown, but that proved to be worthless when the owner called a few minutes ago to inform Sasha that there was a leak that managed to mess up the electrics of the building. The owner promised your money back, but it left you without a venue.

"Whose stupid idea was it to even ask Mina for connections to that place?" Eren demands, walking out of the kitchen with furrowed brows. "Why did we even trust her? Especially after what she did last year."

"It was yours, genius. And don't tell me you're still upset over her not inviting you to her sorority party." Jean scoffs from beside you. "What about mine and Marco's place?"

"It's too small and smells like dog all the time." Eren responds easily, to which you raise your brow in amusement. "Sorry, but Marco's mutt is the messiest animal in the world."

"Jean Paul Marco is a chihuahua, and he is not messy." Jean argues and crosses his arms over his chest. "Sorry, not all of us have renowned doctors as fathers that can pay for maids every other week."

Eren rolls his eyes and takes a seat beside Armin. A wince is heard from everybody once again. "I'm sorry, aren't you pre-law?"

"I have an idea." you announce before the two idiots start bickering over meaningless shit. "Why don't we ask Historia to host it? Her apartment is big enough for everybody to fit in, and you know she loves hosting events. There's no way she'll say no."

"That might work." Armin says after a few moments of thinking, turning over to where Sasha stands. "I'll talk to her about the details. Ymir and Annie won't mind either."

"And Reiner and Bertholdt can bring the rest of the booze over to their place." Mikasa explains with an assuring nod that seems to quell everyone's nerves. "Eren and I will spread the word about the change in location."

"And the rest of us can take care of the party decorations and cake." Jean finishes off with a grin, glancing at you meaningfully. "We got this."

The brunette lets out a relieved laugh. "Alright, this might actually work." she breathes with a smile. "All I gotta do is keep him distracted."

"Keep who distracted?"

Everyone's eyes shoot to where a freshly-showered Connie stands in the hallway, clad in plaid pajama pants and a red DC Comics shirt.

"I'm helping Sasha get the neighbor's number." you lie quickly, walking over to put your hands on the woman's shoulders. "I told her if she wore that one shirt with the lace, he would totally get distracted."

"Ah, the cheetah print one?" Connie questions with an approving nod. He walks past Armin's flushed state and into the kitchen in search of dinner. "Yeah, but isn't he a chef or something?"

You exchange a glance with Jean, who offers you a shrug.

"What does him being a chef have to do with anything?" Mikasa asks, glancing over to where Sasha stands with a red face.

"Nothing. I'm just saying that he's a chef."

"Then why'd you say but?" Eren questions with a confused face.

Connie peaks his head out of the refrigerator, mirroring Eren’s expression. "Because he's a chef?"

"That isn't correct grammar." Armin sputters out, turning to where Connie is. "It would be better to say and he's a chef."

"Yet you understood what I was trying to say, didn't you?"

"Yes, but—"

"And what's the problem then?"

"So," Mikasa says with a bored expression on her pale face. "You would say so what's the problem then?"

Connie lets out a scoff as he makes himself a bowl of cereal. Him and Eren start talking about some soccer game that aired last night, and the topic of his surprise birthday party is long forgotten.

"Would you stop freaking out?" Jean orders, golden eyes wide at you. He's holding the end of the orange balloon in a tight grip, tying it to keep the air from gushing out. "You're making me freak out."

"Sorry. I'm just nervous." you apologize, frowning as you tie your own white balloon. "And on the verge of passing out. Tell me why we got stuck with blowing the balloons again?"

Jean grabs another balloon to fill up. "I know. Why didn't we just buy one of those air tanks for this? I would've brought one if I knew we still had to make more of these shits."

A snicker echoes from the hallway.

"I thought you guys were good with your mouths? Isn't that what you always say?" Reiner chuckles, walking through the living room with a white box in his beefy arms.

You scowl and grab another balloon to... blow. The thought of tossing a balloon at him crosses your mind quickly, but you know it would only waste your time. Plus, it looks as if he is carrying the cake.

"You've been carrying platters of food the entire time we've been here like some busboy while we've been giving our all, including our oxygen, to make this party come to life."

Reiner lets out a hearty laugh, ignoring Jean's chatter. "Historia only sent the two of you here to get you to shut up for once." he confesses, but you know it's a lie.

The guy next to you makes a faux scowl, watching as the blond disappears into the kitchen where the cake would be kept for the time being along with the other plates of food.

Your eyes scan over Historia's apartment. There are white and orange balloons and confetti scattered over the counter and her rosy coffee table. Earlier, Mikasa set up an extra table where all the beverages (mostly booze) sit. And Marco claimed to know someone who made the best cakes in town.

"I mean, not to be that person, but is this the best idea?" you question softly, throwing a raised brow at Jean. He purses his lips, giving you a knowing look. "I just wonder if Connie's in the mood for surprises."

He nods, eyes scanning to make sure Reiner is still occupied in the kitchen. "Sasha says it'll be good for him, but you know how over the top Historia gets when it comes to birthday parties." he mumbles back.

"You can say that again. I mean, haven't we learned enough from surprising our friends?" you ask as the the two of you recall when Historia threw Mikasa a surprise birthday party two years ago. That event only led you to learn two things: Mikasa hates surprises, and her right hook is amazing. "We're lucky it was Eren who took the hit."

Jean nods knowingly. "I think this will either result in everyone having a nice time and getting shit-faced, or we all might have a crying session after this."

You snort, raising a brow. "Let's just hope it's the former, then."

"What do you think about it?" Jean asks, glancing at you before starting to fill his balloon. "I mean, Connie's been living with you and Sasha for — what? — six months? You guys probably know how he'll react."

It's a tough question to answer. Hell, everything about the situation is tough. Is Connie in the right headspace to be thrown a birthday party? His first birthday after all that he's gone through in the past year?

"I don't know. I've never seen someone like him go through something like this." you reply in between breaths as you fill your balloon. "I think celebrating his birthday with friends will do him good, but a surprise party?"

Jean nods in agreement. "Yeah. Didn't he say he wanted to keep his birthday small?"

"Yeah, but Sasha thinks it's a lie." you reply.

"That's what Marco said."

"And when has Marco ever been wrong?"

"He has his moments." he states with a shrug and slight grin playing on his lips. "But there's no point in questioning what's already been scheduled. If Connie hates it, which I hope isn't the case, at least we'll know we tried."

You nod, tying your balloon. "On another note, I heard Mina's bringing some guy from her nursing class."

Jean raises a brow, as if this is the first time he's hearing such a thing. "She's coming? And Eren's not losing his shit?"

You laugh. "Armin said that Historia insisted that we invited Mina — to show it's all water under the bridge and all." you answer, looking for another balloon to fill. "But it was Ymir who told me she was bringing Thomas."

"Hmm," he hums. "At least someone's getting laid tonight."

"Have you seen Armin and Annie?" you ask with an incredulous laugh. "There's no way they aren't going out."

"Annie? With Armin? Please." Jean asks, surprised. "She looks like she could tear his head off. Shit, I'm even afraid of being alone in the same room as her."

You laugh at his exaggeration, and he joins in. The two of you know Annie's the definition of someone who could and would kill you, but you all know very well how much of a softie she's become for the group.

This is what you like about Jean. He's the only person you can manage to have an intellectual conversation with (if discussing your friends' business is considered intellectual). It's not hard to bounce off ideas with him, as well as laugh with each other.

Eren likes to poke fun at you and say you like spending time with Jean so much because he's got a nice face, but that's not true. Jean's handsome face has nothing to do with how much you enjoy his company.

Totally.

"What about you?" he asks suddenly.

You sigh, lightheaded from blowing into balloons and laughing. "What about me?"

"Who are you bringing tonight?"

"I think I should be the one asking you that question." you reply with instead of answering. "Last time I checked, you were dating that chick from your study group."

"She was just a friend." Jean says easily, watching you. "And that was a long time ago. Haven't talked to her in a few weeks."

"What about that chick from Marco's study group?"

"Also a friend."

"And from Armin's study group?" you hum, avoiding his golden gaze. "Or was she a friend too?"

"If I'd known you were so interested in my love life, I would've made more of a show out of it." Jean scoffs, joking, and you smack him. "But, yes, they were all friends. At least they are now."

You nod, hiding your grin. "Oh, so that means you've got your sight set on someone new?"

"It means I'm currently unattached." he explains with a sense of finality. The smirk on his face grows because he's an idiot. "Why? Who's asking?"

"If this is your way of asking if I have any single friends, you're sorely mistaken because there is no way I am letting you and your dick near them."

Jean laughs, but that doesn't stop his next words to lack in seriousness. "I don't want to know if your friends are single."

"Good." you say, an immense feeling of relief washing over you like an icy bucket of water on a hot day. "'Cause I can assure none of them want to date you."

"Good, because I don't want to date them either."

You smile, but it falls quickly. "Should I be offended you don't want to date my friends?"

"No, you should feel sorry for them." he answers, looking down at his balloon before bouncing against the top of your head. "They'll never get never have a chance to blow balloons with me, let alone date me."

"Right," You swat his hands away from your body as the orange balloon bounces somewhere on the floor. "Because the pipeline from blowing balloons with you to dating you is totally possible."

"Do you want it to be?"

You snap your head to look at him. A fire spreads across your body.

You can't say this is something you were expecting, especially not when you're wearing one of Connie's cartoon shirts. You're about to come back with something that you hope will have him burning, but Historia bursts out of the kitchen with two triangles of concealer under her eyes and hot pink rollers in her blonde hair.

"What the hell are the two of you still doing here?" she cries, blue eyes widened at your flushed face. "Go home and get ready before Sasha and Connie arrive!"

You're shocked to see her in such a panic. "Hisu, we still have enough time to finish up and get ready. It's only six right now."

"It's six?!" Jean cries in a panicked state, searching his pockets for his phone frantically. "Holy shit, why didn't you say anything sooner?! Where's Marco?"

"Everyone's gone, Jean. They left through the back door to not mess up the decorations in front." Historia says, grabbing the both of you by your wrists and dragging you to her backyard. "See, this is exactly why I told Armin we shouldn't put the two of you together without supervision. You guys always get carried away!"

Your cheeks burn at her words as you drive home, hands gripping the wheel so tight your knuckles turn white.

"It was entirely your fault." is the first thing Jean says as the two of you race to Historia's back door.

"My fault? I had no idea Connie and Sasha would show up at seven! Eren said they wouldn't arrive until eight!" you hiss back, hands reaching to unlock the wooden door that led to the backyard. "If anything, it's your fault. You knew exactly what time they would come, and you still got carried away."

"Why would you listen to Eren? The guy can barely differentiate left from right." Jean throws back with ease, swatting your hands away from the door handle. He unlocks it without any difficulty, which you scowl at him for. "And I couldn't pay attention to the time with you distracting me!"

"Oh, I'm sorry watching me blow balloons in Connie's Super Mario Bros. shirt is distracting." you scoff as the two of you rush into Historia's brightly-lit backyard.

You have to admit that your friends have truly outdone themselves. When you suggested Historia's, Ymir's, and Annie's shared apartment as the location for Connie's birthday party, you weren't expecting them to turn the place into such an amazing event.

The backyard is decorated in lightbulb strings hanging across the thick trees to illuminate the round tables draped in white coverings to give a sense of class to the event. It carries the same weight as an actual event thrown by a professional party planner.

It has Historia written all over it.

"Where have the two of you been?" Annie demands as she opens the sliding glass door for the two of you. She's wearing a baby blue dress that brings out the color of her eyes. "Don't look at me like that."

Your eyes jump to hers as you step in. "What?"

"I can hear your thoughts." she hisses, cheeks burning bright red. "I don't own anything that isn't a neutral color. Historia said I should wear this. End of story."

"You look nice." Jean grins, nodding at her dress. "I've never seen you put this much effort into your appearance. Hah, you're even wearing eyeliner."

Annie's narrows her eyes at him before turning around and waking back into the kitchen to hide from any more comments about her appearance. You don't miss the embarrassed flush of her cheeks.

"Jean," you whine, smacking his shoulder.

His brows furrow as the two of you walk around to inspect the apartment. "What did I do now?"

"You shouldn't have made such a big deal about the dress."

"I didn't say anything about the dress. That was you, actually." Jean corrects as the two of you stop by the table of beverages. "I only commented on the eyeliner she was wearing."

You scowl but pour a drink for each of you.

"She should get used to compliments if she wants to date Armin. He's always got something sweet to say." he adds. A grin grazes his lips when you hand him his cup. "Besides, there's nothing wrong with spending time to look nice."

You take a sip of your drink, letting the liquid burn your throat. "Of course you would say that. You spend a ridiculous amount of time doing your hair."

"But it looks nice, doesn't it?"

You hate it because he's right. His light brown hair resembles that of the caramels of the the earthy hues, and it looks best under the light of the apartment's lighting.

Lying is a wrong, so you turn away.

Jean leans against table. His gaze creates fire across your skin. You can barely process anything with the subtle aroma of his cologne blinding your ability to think. You suddenly feel more exposed to him than you've ever felt in the past years you've known him. Why is he staring longer than usual? Why now?

"Oh my gosh," you breathe, suddenly very horrified. "Do I have something on my face?"

"No!" he laughs loudly, reaching a hand out to calm you down. "No, you have nothing on your face."

That grants you little relief. "Then why are you staring? It's scaring me."

He shakes his head, smiling like you've created the sun with just your hands. "You're perfect."

A breath gets caught in your throat. You weren't expecting him to say something along the lines of You're perfect, especially not with so much conviction. His words replay in your head, looping through your mind as the two of you gape at each other with a slight tension in the air it makes it difficult to breathe.

There's a distorted beep from outside the apartment, which causes everyone in the area to stiffen. You all know that noise to belong to Sasha's old sedan the same color as shit-brown. In a flurry of freckles, Marco appears out of thin air and tugs you and Jean by your wrists to get close enough to the front door without being seen.

Everyone's shuffling around as quickly and quietly as they can. You bump into Mina and Thomas with so much force, the air in your lungs dissipates, and you think it's Eren who mutters out a string of apologies for stepping on your foot.

Once everyone is in their places, Ymir orders shut your mouths, or I'll scream. Maybe it's because you're squished between Reiner's arm that leaves room for no air at all and Jean's intoxicating cologne, or maybe you just manage to get an unflattering angle of the freckled woman, but you find everything in the moment hilarious.

You left out the most silent chuckle you can muster, but it's still too loud from the way Ymir gives you the side eye. Her expression only make you want to laugh even more.

A hand comes from behind you and clasps itself over your mouth. You'd be alarmed if you didn't know the only thing separating you from the wall is Jean.

"Be quiet," he murmurs into your ear. His voice sends a multitude of shivers down your spine. You find no humor in how quickly you wish to obey. "Or she'll slap the shit out of you, and I'll laugh."

You elbow his stomach, but there's little power to it.

Once your fit of laughter has disappeared and shows no signs of coming back, his hand leaves your mouth, but he remains close to you, hand finding purchase on your shoulder, close to the nape of your neck. Like clockwork, the fire he brings along with him ignites across your body. You hate that he does this to you without thinking of the consequences. Doesn't he realize how much he affects you?

You don't have time to think much of Jean intentions, for the front door which was left unlocked is slowly pushed open. Everyone holds their breaths, waiting for the right moment.

But it never comes. You hear voice whispering on the other side of the door.

"Oh my gosh," Connie's voice comes out in a terrified tone. "Sasha, the door is unlocked. What the fuck? What if they got robbed? What if—"

"Then we oughta check on them!" she replies back quickly. "Connie, just open the door!"

"What? No! Why me?!" he says immediately. "We should call them to make sure they're alright."

"Constantine, if you don't—"

"That's not my name!"

Jean stifles a laugh from behind you. It sends goosebumps across your body. He takes note of them, so runs his hand down your arm as if to soothe you.

You hear a groan from Sasha, and quick stomps come close to the door once again. There's enough light from the moon for you to see her stand in the entrance of the living room, but not enough for her to see you.

The light remains off. "Look," she orders, holding her hand out to the dark, yet safe, emptiness of the apartment. "No one is here."

"Fine, you win." Connie sighs and walks into the apartment, closing the door behind him. "But if some crazy guy jumps out and starts robbing us, you're giving him your earrings."

Sasha grins, walking past the threshold to get the light and send the signal. "Just hurry up, so I can change my shoes."

"I thought you said you wanted to change your shirt."

The brunette reaches the light switch and flicks it before he can ask any further questions.

"Surprise!"

Much to your delight (and surprise), the party ends up successful as ever. Everyone owes an apology for doubting Sasha. She knew a surprise party was just what Connie needed, and you have to give credit where's it's due.

You just wish she would shut up about it.

"And I was just trying to getcha to stop freaking out and come inside," Sasha guffaws as she retells the story, as if everyone wasn't there. Her face is red from amusement and the alcohol in her system. "I was shitting myself!"

Connie's laughter is amplified at her words, nearly doubling over from his laughter. "I- I thought we were going to get kidnapped, and all you could talk about was your shoes!"

Their version of the story is hilarious, and just hearing their laughter brings smiles on everyone's face, but it's the 16th rendition they've told in the past hour.

And it's getting old.

So after listening to the wheezing laughter and slurred jokes from Connie and Sasha, you decide to find refuge in the kitchen.

It's a mess when you walk in — plates of half-eaten cake, bottles and bottles and more bottles of alcohol, and even more napkins are littered across the kitchen counter.

You pour yourself a glass of Annie's most treasured wine (because you know she won't mind, not if it's you) and begin cleaning as best you can.

Most of the items are paper plates and plastics utensils and cups, but the rest go into the kitchen sink. Decidedly, you choose not to go near the dirty dishes if your life depended on it. Instead, you settle on letting them soak with a few dollops of dish soap.

"There you are."

Jean finds you sitting atop the counter beside the kitchen sink, sipping away at your wine. He's got a boyish grin on his pink face as he walks toward you; you blame the alcohol. "I was looking for you." he says.

"Were you?" you hum, curious. "I've been here."

"Cleaning?" he questions, golden eyes gazing around the kitchen. It's much better than before, but the stacked dishes in the sink lessen the shine.

Of course, his eyes stay on them.

"I was going to get to that later," you say, the sudden need to explain rising out of your throat. He walks over to them, watching the bubbles fizz. "I just hate doing dishes."

Jean doesn't care. He turns the faucet on and submerges his hands into the sink.

"You don't have to—"

"Oh, I don't mind." he informs you with a light shrug as he begins washing the many, many plates and bowls and forks. "Marco does the restrooms, and I do dishes."

An image of Jean doing dishes after breakfast, still in his pajama bottoms (because you know he doesn't wear a shirt to bed), with a serious case of bed head and a sleepy face pops into your head.

You just nod, letting silence fill the room aside from the sound of running water. The silence gives you enough time to observe Jean as he works.

His jaw appears even sharper without the stubble he had earlier. He must've shaven when he got home. You can't help but notice the curl of his lashes and the perfect nose he seems to have. His hair, as always, is styled to your definition of perfection. You twitch with the sudden urge to run your hands through his hair.

He's beautiful, you think. He always has been. There's never been a moment in your day that you've thought otherwise. You couldn't deny such a fact the day Eren introduced the two of you during freshman year, and you can't deny it now.

"You know," Jean begins, grinning as he looks to where you sit. "I'd suggest for you to take a picture, but I like having you stare at me."

You roll your eyes. "Get over yourself. I was not staring at you. I was just wondering how disgusting you must be to like doing the dishes."

"Have you never washed dishes before?" he asks with a laugh.

"Of course I've washed dishes, Jean, but that doesn't mean I like it."

"So? Doing them doesn't mean you like it." he replies as he washes what you assume is the last fork. "But I had to get away from whatever the hell Sasha was doing on the dance floor." He shuts the sink off and uses a rag to dry his hands. The left over bubbles begin to fizz out on their own.

"Last I checked, she was retelling a story we were all there for." you reply, amused.

He laughs, and suddenly he's so much closer to you than before. "Connie and Historia dragged Sasha to the dance floor, and you know how disoriented she gets when she drinks."

You raise your brows, setting your plastic cup of Annie's wine beside you. "Oh no," you breathe, holding back your laughter. "Don't tell me she took her pants off."

"She took her pants off." Jean confirms.

"Oh my gosh," you groan, heat rushing to your face at the thought of your roommate dancing like a headless chicken with no pants. "Did someone stop her?"

Jean nods, grinning at the memory. "Mikasa took her into Historia's room before anyone who isn't us could get a peak."

You make note of his subconscious groupings: you, him, your close-knit circle of friends, and then everyone else. You like it. You've never had friends like you do now, and you probably will never get the chance again. To him, you don't exaggerate over his word choice. You act natural, as if his words don't phase you at all.

But to you, it means the world.

"Sasha's happiest when she's being nurtured, and Mikasa's happiest when nurturing." you say instead, nodding. "I'm glad everyone is enjoying themselves."

"Me too," Jean agrees, grinning at you. It's dazzling, as always, and spurs a grin of your own to paint itself on your face. If anyone were to walk into the kitchen right now, they would find two idiots staring at each other with big smiles on their faces. You don't think you would mind, not if it's with him.

"You shouldn't tell the others, but you're my favorite." he admits, setting his hand on your knee. The weight of his words (and his hand) make your cheeks burn. "Don't let it get to your head, though.” he warns, reaching up to brush your stray hairs away from your face. “It’s already huge enough."

"My head is not huge." you correct quickly, swatting his hand from your face. You choose to ignore the one on your knee and leave it there. "Your head is huge, and I know it is because you've got all that hair covering it up." You bring your hands to his hair and reveal his perfectly normal forehead. "See? Look at your big ass forehead!"

Jean scoffs at your antics and takes this opportunity to poke at your sides, coaxing a laugh out of you. He does it again and again, your laughter spilling out of your mouth and filling the kitchen with the sound. You manage tickle him back, and his laughter joins yours in the kitchen.

Before you know it, a truce has been declared and you can barely breathe with how close he is. You don't know when his hand managed to move from your knee to up your mid-thigh.

You place your hand over his. "Jean," you whisper softly, moving his hand higher, closer. You act without thinking. "You're my favorite, too."

This is as far as you'll go. You won't risk your friendship for your selfishness and stupidity. If he doesn't get the hint now, he won't ever.

You know your mind isn't playing tricks on your when he starts inching even closer. Your heart races agaisnt your chest as you watch his eyes flutter shut, and you know it's coming.

It feels like everything around you has slowed into a quiet hum. The only thing you can focus on is Jean, Jean, Jean. His eyes, his hands, his lips. You've fantasized about a time where you actually had a shot with him, but you weren't expecting this. You weren't expecting him to actually want you back.

His lips brush your tentatively, slowly, giving you enough time to pull away and stop this at any given moment. When you don't, when you open your mouth and allow him further access, when you show him you want him just as much, his hand leaves your hip and travels in search of yours. He brings your palm to his chest, right where his heart is. You don't notice it at first, but suddenly you feel it.

The plundering of his racing heart against his chest. It makes your hands curl into his hair so deliciously, he lets out a groan. Something has changed. His kisses grow deeper, desperate. It's intense and intimate and something you've never felt before.

You hear a door open and stumbling footsteps come closer. Like clockwork, Jean pulls away from you and switches on the kitchen faucet, submerging his hands into the leftover bubbles. You bring your almost-forgotten cup of wine back to your lips, attempting to hide the smile on your face.

"Ah! It's you guys!" Connie giggles, stumbling into the kitchen. His cheeks are tinted a rosy color from the alcohol and the spring heat. Jean shuts the water off and dries his hands with a dishcloth. "I'm having so much fun, you guys. I've had way too much to drink."

He shuffles over to where you and Jean are, putting his hand on the man's shoulder. "I'm just having a really nice time, and I'm, like, so blessed right now. I mean, you guys know what I'm saying, right?" the drunk man continues. Tears begin falling from his eyes. "There is so much pain in the world, but not in this room."

He begins full-on sobbing against Jean's body. "And I never thought we would be here, you know? But, like, it's just so hot outside, and I figured it would be nice to stretch my legs out, you know?" Connie sobs, gasping for breath as he wipes his tears and snot on Jean's dress shirt. "You know, everyone, like, they have a person who fits them, that's made for them, you know? And, like, it's so beautiful."

Jean chuckles at his friend, wrapping a consoling arm around him. "Yeah, man," He exchanges a glance with you. His cheeks are still tinted pink and his smile hasn't left left his face since your lips did. "It is."

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The World's Calling Chapter 3: Rally

The 60-something candidates that were still left over were already nervous as hell about meeting with this kind of man. Outside of the building sat 30 Animalia, 20 Humans, and 10 standard Mechanoid units. While the weight of the camp was tense, the man who sat in front of them certainly didn’t match that tone. He was known as Viare Diamo. While he was known within the Union for fulfilling a more “hands-on” niche, his skin was as fair as any piece of silk, and his eyes were as blue as any sky. Auburn hair wrapped in a ponytail and a sharp smile looked out at the crowd of novices as he twirled a butterfly knife in his hands, in suspense for some fated moment. As Lucia pulled up a chair next to him, a look of disappointment entered his eyes, while a look of barely restrained annoyance entered hers.

As the two stared at each other with disdain in their eyes, it was at that moment that a lagomorphic beast-kin raised his hand.

“May I ask what we’re supposed to-”

Before the rabbit could even finish his sentence, an ashen gray blur flew between the paw gap of the lagomorph, and with a small buzz piercing through the air, it landed in the wall of Lucia’s former office space. The rabbit could only look down at his paw with gratefulness that it wasn't skewered.

With a simple whistle and look at the distance his blade traveled, Diamo could only say -

“God, I love doing that.”

Lucia responded to this statement by smacking her coworker in the back of the head.

“You’re gonna get yourself killed one of these days.”

Diamo could only look at her with a sly smile. “What? By some bolt-action idiot? It’s just a bit of hazing, Lucia. They’ll face worse as a Runner.”

“You’ll face worse if you don’t sit down and shut up. And stop with the knife throwing, we’re renting this place still.”

“I’ll have you know that these are premium steel throwing knives and they’re worth more than you’ll ever make.”

Lucia put a hand on her chin in thought. “How much do you think they’ll sell for if I melted them down? Since you love tossing them around so carelessly”, she sarcastically queried.

Diamo hugged himself and his sleeves rattled dramatically.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

As the both of them argued over the merits of decorative knife work over welding it to the owner's head, Rhys looked around at her fellow potential coworkers. The chrome heads were definitely the best out of all of them, outright reflective by how much they shined. She was also sure one of them was buzzing which did not help soothe the tenseness of the overall situation. The other species were wearing scraps and some looked about a day away from keeling over. Humans and beast-kin were known for being mangy and while not feral, they were certainly desperate. No one was completely sure what a Notary job required but with how the Union was going all in on advertisement and the meeting of the Heads, it was bound to be important. Jobs like this with this kind of security didn’t come often and they certainly weren’t going to be picky. While the Runner’s Union accepted everybody, their numbers and turnover rate were certainly something that turned people away. More of the sentient populace would’ve joined but they had their reasons.

One by one, the representatives of the major populace, save for the Mirepods, were put between Lucia and Diamo. All of them stood together, but at differing heights and different levels of presence. While Frida held her same energy of discipline and focus and Reimos a pillar of fear and respect, Ivy stood taller than them all, and eyes focused on her lacked respect or fear. The Mutts, the Lagomorphs, and all other subspecies looked at her with the oddest yet most familiar emotion to Ivy. Inherent Rejection. Finally, the pillars of the community properly gathered as the next man approached the stage. Vig Hartland.

One of the major issues of Mash-Al was that the different bickering societies that had crashed onto the planet’s seemingly endless surface had found themselves irreparably divided. Distance certainly played a factor of course, for it it's much easier to dehumanize a being when you are not within shooting distance. Numerous other factors played a role in strained relations between the species: the Mirepod Landpools, the Vegas Brigade, the Dran Damo catastrophe, and everything to do with the landing of the Mechanoids amongst other things. To put it simply, there was no shortage of issues that plagued any sustained attempt at diplomacy. However, among the few connecting threads that kept the Spheres attached like a patch among a patchwork quilt of conflict, there was Vig Hartland.

In the most basic terms, he was a larger-than-average man. Above average build, someone made for the hard labor and lifting heavy crates. Hartland radiated physical strength but he seemed to hold something more than that. Humankind and to an extent, the Animalia were all comfortable with him. However, it was his connection with the more sapient Mirepods that led to him holding a foothold above the average leader and his relationship with the Mechanoids that was his bridge to the elites. Yet above all, it was not his connection to these races but instead his disconnection from their interests. No matter the species, his services were free and no matter the job, he was willing. There was little magic in what he did and little enhancement other than pure strength, but that helped make him a pillar. He was as close to a hero as the world could get. A big man who walked softly with a big sword on his back. No.. no self-respecting blacksmith would ever call what he wielded a sword. What he carried on his back was an impossibly large hunk of jagged metal strapped together with a cloth hilt and enough steel wire to create 20 swords over. It was a walking time bomb for whenever the scrapyard steel would fall apart and the wire would explore and decimate whoever he was around. As he strode onto the stage, the eyes on him were some of respect, reverence even. He was defined by a solid darkness atop his hair broken by white streaks, an x-shaped scar crossing his right cheek, and within his eyes came a confidence of an unbreakable will. He need not speak, nor make a grand gesture. Simply a look out to the meager crowd and even those of a metallic persuasion somewhat understood the meaning of his presence. If he was here, either they would succeed, or they would perish. Both by his hand.

Shoa was less than impressed with the sight of him. A human but slightly bigger, he had seen that before back in the Metro but judging by the sight of people around him, other than the Mechanoids, they were all enraptured by him.

“Does it really take someone big to impress these people?”

If this Vig person was worth knowing about, he would’ve been informed but to be fair, with the amount of polio-stricken yeomen that were surprisingly prevalent during his journey outside the Mechanoid sphere, new developments were possible. As the large human took his seat, Shoa looked out to the rest of his associates. Other than the Mechanoids, they were unkempt, malnourished and some seemed to still contain oil and other greases on their person. Whatever matters they sought to accomplish here, they wouldn’t last too long. But they didn’t matter at this point, not right now at least.

From the gathering of the reps came the head. As Ivy approached the podium, and her people looked at her with a mix of respect and rebellion, her voice came with no hesitation, no doubt, and no sway. Only confidence and a cold professionalism matched only by the assurity of nature escaped her maw as she spoke.

“Animalia, Humans, and Mechanoids. We of the Runner’s Union thank you for volunteering your services to come here and be a part of a larger whole. For some of you, the trek here risked much more than employment and we will not waste that investment you’ve put into this effort. The journey you’ve taken was proof enough that you have the will and this will be the last trial you will have to undergo to prove you have the character to follow through.” As she extended her hand to gesture to the meat mountain behind her, Hartland stood up and the heft of his pressure seemed to resonate through the ground.

“You will accompany Hartland on a full journey to a Co-Op that has not been reachable as of late through the usual means of communication. The assumption is that this will be a matter of recovery. Reimos has fortunately provided multiple means of storage and transportation once you reach your location.

For Survival and For Love, may your journey resolve peacefully.”

As soon as she finished, Reimos stood to his feet and approached the board, pushing out Ivy in a way that was both dignified yet undercutting.

“For clarity, you will be walking with Hartland. Food, water, and temporary shelter will be given out per person after a headcount. Due to budgetary concerns, proper transportation will be delivered after your location is confirmed by your management. You are not disposable. If anything goes wrong, recover what you can while prioritizing your health and structural integrity.

For our Order and For the Future, you will succeed.”

The news hit like a hot wind to the face of a fever-ridden man. Discomfort spread through the crowd faster than a plague as the idea of such a walking so far began to truly set in. Many were only able to reach Waning Rock through a shared carriage ride from their respective major cities. This feeling was not assayed when the distance was pointed out to them by Frida.

“The journey will take 2 days at the minimum. Judging by the number of you, we have enough supplies to last for 5 if things get bad. Diamo was the last one there and according to his information, the path’s more an issue of length than quality. As long as you stay the course, nothing will happen.”

With that explanation out of the way, Frida shifted her position on the podium.

“Regarding your duties after with the Notary, it is with a pure belief in their decision making that you will be under their purview. The common Runner will act as government-sponsored guardsmen, tradesmen, to fulfill a swiss army knife’s worth of jobs due to the necessity of governmental cooperation.”

The mention of the swiss brought a more cheese-lined thought into the heads of those more unfamiliar with the expression.

“To be clear, A Runner holds no inherent loyalty to their government and their government holds only as much power as they cede to the Union. You are - by definition - a contractor. A Notary position is no different, only more consistent. To record information from the people as you are deployed among the spheres and beyond. To write, record, dictate, and whatever else to ensure that the common history stays away from the opinionated and stays as current as need be. People will try to mislead you, leave you high and dry, and for what you offer to the world, they will try to bury you. When we all found ourselves in this land, we were in disarray, self-destructive, but most of all divided. The fact that Union has held for years is proof that we grow not in synchronicity but instead as a group. Our strength is our unique skill set and our faith in our organization. For Tenacity and For All, we will all exceed ourselves!”

As Frida’s portion of applause came down, Vig Hartland began to approach the front of the crowd. Suspenseful eyes focused on the man and all sentient noise quickly ceased.

“... I understand some of you may be mad about the walk, but I assure you, it wasn’t my call.”

A small amount of chuckling rifted through the audience with the levity of an interrogation.

“I don’t really see myself as important to Union business as everyone else does but I’ve been given the platform, might as well use it for something good. Fact is, most of you weren’t prepared for a journey for what sounds like a desk job, but I know that you’re capable of it. This journey is not only proof of your commitment but your introduction to what the Union does within society. This journey isn’t about your Strength, Speed, or any one being’s quality. It is about our collective will to never give in to our own self-doubt or our own failures. We are all the pillars that hold this organization up and by our Strength, our Intelligence, and our Will that we continue to hold ourselves high. I promise that by my will, you will make it to our destination and by our will, you will return stronger than you were before. “

A hand as rough as sandpaper beat against a darkened chest. As Hartland’s black pupils looked out into the small crowd, they looked back into unwavering obsidian. Even with the joke, his words were as firm as the steel on his back. There was not a droplet of doubt in his voice nor overconfidence in his motions. If he stated at that moment that he would hold back every evil that existed, no argument against his ability would ever be able to form.

“For all of us, I swear myself to you.”

#The World's Calling #original fiction #original writing #adventure #robot #robot people #speech in fiction #speech #original character #original content

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Koga

This here is Koga “You gone be my woman today”

Also known as Koga “I don’t give a damn if you got a man. Tell that nigga I want all the smoke

He honestly reminds me of a fuck boy just a bit

I mean nobody has Miroku the fuckboy beat

That nigga was known for trying to holla at everybody, but at least he had a reason

FUCKING LOOK AT HIM

Let me suck ya dick

I mean you gone have to wash that bitch first but hey

I’m ready to have some half wolf babies

Bitch just call me mama wolf in this bitch

Ohhh lord I’m ready

I wanted Inuyasha to have the energy that Koga had

Like my nigga if you don’t stop thirstin after a dead bitch

He acted like it was so hard for him to choose

Oh, ok now it’s all fun and games until Kagome hops on the wolf penis

He gone be looking really stupid then

I hated that he only seemed to show his feelings when Koga wanted a piece

Like noo playboy keep that same energy

I'll be strong for you daddy Koga!!!

Please just give me one chance

You can't tell me this man wont worship the ground I walk on

I just know he'll make sure I have everything i could ever need

I could get lost in those ocean blue eyes

Kagome don't know what to do with that

Like girl these men are trash nowadays you better hop on that

Young me just did not get what was so hard

Like this man clearly has some strong as feelings for you and you want the one that's hung up on his ex

But I can't lie I got friends like that and imma stick beside them cause they my girls

If you see this girl let that trash ass man go sis, he is messing up yo ph. balance

And let's not forget my boy was not scared to fight for some love

he stayed running the fade with Inuyasha

Koga the type of dude that when you tell him you got a man, he tells you to go get that nigga

like sir what

and they stayed calling each other slurs like Koga why are you calling this man a mutt

Like the beef was always on sight

My girl Kagome had them fighting over the pussy

that is until Kikiyo came around then she's on her own

And we not finna sit here and act like Koga wasn't feeding Inuyasha them feet

hit him with a swift kick to the chin

Hit his ass with that sweet chin music

Yall heard it here first if a man ever does this to me im folding like freshly dried laudry

im sorry baby i still love you

but this right here does something to me

Like yea it gets the waters rolling but it also gives that little girl from middle school the romance she always wanted

like look me in the eyes and tell me what you love about me and why you would never leave me

like pls i desevre it

everybody deserves something like this

Koga never had a problem with telling Kagome that he loved her

i honestly think thats what i love so much about his chareter

like yea he was cute and all that, but i really just enjoyed how open he was with his feelings

Now that we passed that babydaddy

HARPO WHO IS THIS WOMAN

like what do you mean you got a whole wife out here

and you just acting like my girl Ayame don`t exist

I was confused as hell when she stepped on the scene

I was like now wait a damn minute sis I called dibs first

like we can be sister wives, but just know I'm the one in charge

like Koga deadass treated her like she was a redheaded stepchild

my boy said no face no case

I was like nobody is safe, all of these men are trash

like God the men you are giving us suck, like can you drop a new update or something please

just when you think you got a good one, here come the wife from the woodworks

like bitch where were you earlier when he was pouring his heart6 out

I then fell for him now bitch, now we gotta share him

I can truthfully say that Koga is the reason that I would fuck a werewolf now

yea I said it, I would 100% without a doubt throw it back for a werewolf call me what you want but a coward isn't one of them

And I'm not talking about some oh maybe if there weren't any other choices no, they the first choice

Look at Kagome yawl see how happy she looks

she loves it over there

I bet he gives good hugs

But in all seriousness, I probably would have folded for Koga

Seeing as how Sesshomaru and I aren't talking anymore

Raggedy bitch

I feel like yea he's a safe choice because I know he'll love me unconditionally but it's nothing wrong with that

I don't always want somebody that I have to fight for

So that's how I feel about my boy Koga

And oh my goodness it's been so long since I've done one of these

Like I almost forgot how I use to do these

But you can never forget the thirst that is forever

You always end up coming back to your roots

And besides I missed y'all

But imma end it there if it's any mistakes I'll just come back and fix them

But it's like 12 in the morning and i just got the sudden urge to do this

But Imma head out ya'll stay thirsty my hoes

#anime #daddy series #anime imagines #koga #inuyahsa #daddy asf

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Just some thoughts...

Labyrinth "You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back/Just like that" "You know how scared I am of elevators/Never trust it if it rises fast/It can't last" Ours "Elevator buttons and morning air/Strangers' silence makes me wanna take the stairs/If you were here we'd laugh about their vacant stares/But right now my time is theirs/Seems like there's always someone who disapproves/They'll judge it like they know about me and you" [Most likely she would rather rally platonic relationships around her vs. romantic right now- especially with the public eyes on her.]

You Are in Love "Buttons on a coat""The light reflects the chain on your neck" [Style references?] "He says, "Look up"/And your shoulders brush/No proof, one touch, but you felt enough""One night he wakes/Strange look on his face/Pauses, then says/You're my best friend/And you knew what it was/He is in love [Comfortable/comfort/confide]

End Game "Reputation precedes me, they told you I'm crazy/I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me/And I can't let you go, your handprint's on my soul" [Sound like she appreciates the mundane things in life-btw, reminded me of Eros & Psych mythology] "It's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold/You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks" Mastermind "I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails/And the liquor in our cocktails""I laid the groundwork and then saw a wide smirk/On your face, you knew the entire time/You knew that I'm a mastermind" [But her life can never be normal- like a superhero or villain]

So it Goes..."Gold cage, hostage to my feelings""Met you in a bar/All eyes on me, your illusionist/All eyes on us/I make all your gray days clear and/Wear you like a necklace" [Made me think of Harry Houdini- magician/illusionist] Call it what you want "… I want to wear his initial/On a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck/Not because he owns me/But 'cause he really knows me" [Proud in public, not kept like a dirty secret?]

Stockholm Syndrome "Who's that shadow holding me hostage?""Oh, baby, look what you've done to me" [Line is like LWYMMD] Kiwi "She sits beside me like a silhouette/Hard candy drippin' on me 'til my feet are wet" [Style music video visuals?] "And now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it (cha-ching)/It's like I paid for it, I'm gonna pay for this" Cowboy Like Me "Only if they pay for it/You're a bandit like me" Mastermind ""No one wanted to play with me as a little kid/So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since/To make them love me and make it seem effortless'This this the first time I've felt the need to confess/And I swear/I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian 'cause I care'"

All too well "And you call me up again just to break me like a promise""And there we are again when nobody had to know/You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath/Sacred prayer and we'd swear""The idea you had of me, who was she?/A never-needy, ever-lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you" [Mirrorball & Blank space ref- chameleon?] You are in love "You keep his shirt, he keeps his word/And for once, you let go/Of your fears and your ghosts/One step, not much, but it said enough" [Trust & belonging/home]

I'm not familiar with their whole catalogue or others around them (or their influences). Kinda wondered if HS listened to Def Leppard? I remember TS did a CMT crossover episode with them. Their bootleg album Rare Gems, Vol. 6 had one of the songs she covered w/ them- Pour some sugar on me. Mutt Lange produced DL & (his ex-wife) Shania Twain's albums also.

I enjoyed all your thoughts on these. Thank you 😊

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Feathers Reacts: Motorcity - Episode 13 (kind of) - Reunion (definitely)

Hey howdy hello! I'm swapping onto the new viewing order as mentioned in my last post! So this episode is Reunion, labeled Episode 15 in the old viewing order.

Also, I figured out that it's stupid easy to take screenshots using VLC media player (shift + S) and consequently I have a bunch of silly photos to illustrate my ramblings, which brings me great joy.

Episode 13 (15) Thoughts:

Lemme start off by saying that I love sharp-toothed propaganda!Mike. Take your sharp-angled cartoon boy and give him even more angles. A+

Kane is pretty angry at being . . . kidnapped? Dictatornapped? Anyway, his anger seems genuine, but it cannot possibly be this simple. Is he acting??

Oh I guess not, but now we're gonna see more of Deluxe!

Julie, to Mike: In the meantime, be careful up there! Mike: Aren't I always? Everybody else: *VIGOROUS DENIAL*

And he's so surprised by their response, look at that face! XD

Dutch, to ROTH: Stay out of trouble! ROTH: *Happy whirr* *Salute!* I love this little robot so much. (●´□`)♡

I wanted to take a screenshot of Mike with his hand covering Chuck's mouth but I caught a really goofy moment where Mike is in the middle of making a "th" sound and his tongue is sticking out. 🤣

Deluxe is really not very pedestrian friendly; somebody needs to tell Kane about designing livable urban environments.

Looks like Julie isn't the only one with strained family relations! Oh boy, Dutch!

These wanted posters sure are something! Sharp teeth for Mike and Dutch, but what, no fangs for Chuckles?

Chuck: *having a full-on panic attack, gasping for breath* Claire: Is he okay? Mike, oblivious: Yeah, he does this sometimes. :) Uhhhhhh Mike??? Did Chuck tell you that this was just something that happens sometimes and not to worry about it???

Hmmm the Gordy family politics are super interesting. The parents don't support Kane, but they "believe in Deluxe." What does that mean?? It seems like they believe that in the future the people of Deluxe will overthrow Kane. But, uh, are they working towards that in any way? They apparently didn't have contact with Dutch for over a year - which, you know, maybe they couldn't figure out how to get in touch, that's totally plausible.

Claire, you half-hearted revolutionary, how I love you!

The elevator music while they're sitting in Claire's pod is killing me XD

Mike: Your pod won't get a scratch, alright, I'll treat it like it was Mutt! Claire: Wait, doesn't Mutt get wrecked all the time?? Mike: . . . well, yeah . . . but we always fix her up better than before!

Tooley has Kane dolls?? Oh my god

Dutch talking to Dar - oh man - I think the experience of losing a family member off the conspiracy deep end is something that a lot of people find relatable, possibly even moreso now than when this show came out.

Chuck, I really don't think Claire is interested. Chill, please. Don't make her uncomfortable.

Aaaaaaand Dar is playing Rolfe to the Burners' Von Trapps.

Well, if the whole Deluxe grid is down due to power surges, is it too much to hope that all of the bots are down as well?

Mike is a much more successful version of Captain Von Trapp in convincing Dar to abandon his alliance to the military regime.

Aaaaand now Mike is flying a cube hooked up to Mutt. This can only end in EXTREME SPORTS.

Mike just referred to Motorcity by its initials, M.C. I don't think I've heard anyone else do that in the show so far - maybe I missed it!

YEAH JULIE!!! The countdown here actually created a lot of tension, the whole sequence was fantastically well done!

Holy shit, Dutch had to beat up Dar in order to give him a cover story. That's . . . kind of dark if you think about it too hard, actually. Ain't that just the way with most children's cartoons, though?

Texas, to Mike and Dutch: If you two chicks are done holding hands and whatnot, howbout you help me with the new and improved Stronghorn cannon? Texas, be a dear and unlearn some stuff. Cripes.

Can we appreciate how fantastically evil Kane looks in Dar's posters?

And now we get much better décor. :)

Concluding Thoughts:

I'm glad we got some more insight into Dutch and his backstory! The whole Gordy family and their political views are kind of fascinating. I don't necessarily think we were meant to dive too deeply into the implications of their beliefs, but I'm here ten years late with popcorn and living in a political climate that has been dramatically altered by events within the past decade, so let's have fun with it!

Unlike Claire, Mr. and Mrs. Gordy actively denounce Kane (at least, to Dutch) and do perceive the laws of Deluxe to be infringing on the freedoms of its people. However, from what we can see, they've arguably done less to support the resistance.

Now this is partially because Dutch deliberately fell out of contact with them, whereas Julie sees Claire every day. Thus, Claire has more opportunities to passively help the Burners than Dutch's parents. Also, it's not like political opposition to Kane is easy - it would risk their lives, and the life of their youngest son.

The thing that really interests me, though, is the phrase Mr. Gordy used: "I believe in Deluxe." I interpret that as a belief in the people of Deluxe, a belief that they will rise up and overthrow Kane. Leaving aside the question of how or when, it's an interesting thing to say when only part of this show is focused on the internal politics of Deluxe - a lot of it is focused on Deluxe's outwards aggression towards Motorcity. And yet ultimately they're sort of the same city? There are some real life analogies I think that could be drawn here, but I'm gonna leave that for some other time and some other format than my stream-of-consciousness reflections.

#motorcity #dutch gordy #dar gordy #mike chilton #chuck motorcity #julie kane #texas motorcity #ROTH motorcity #motorcity episode 15 reunion

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“Everybody has a crazy person in their family”, says a man on YouTube into a Shure microphone, “and if you think there isn’t one in yours, the crazy person is you”. I do not feel like painting on Wednesday, so I watch a short documentary about comedian and actor Andy Dick’s descent into drug addiction and sexual misconduct, then a man making slow cooked beef with fancy potatoes to his own voiceover narrating a story about a woman he used to date and who says he had to break up with because she was a hoe, but that she could cook amazing food. “You can’t turn a hoe into a housewife. But shout out Erica, I appreciate you bitch”

I feel accomplished in finally taking my bike to the shop for some diagnostics on my wobbling saddle after procrastinating for 3 weeks. The owner’s dog, a perfectly scraggly black mutt, allows me to pet him while my seat post is replaced. I check the dog’s genitals for confirmation that he’s male. By the time I am settling the modest bill, the dog is pawing at my knees pleadingly. I hang around for another hour to chit chat with the bike men who all know me by name and ask how much my paintings cost. We discuss Christmas, and how one guy gave up smoking weed, and how another is from Essex. I have changed a lot since childhood but one thing is the same, which is that I’m fantastic at kicking it with boys who think I’m gay. It is in perceived straightness that trouble seems to start. I think of what C said yesterday about how every girl he dates is overjoyed by his best friend - me - being female. “They are, capital W, WET. It’s like saying you’re in therapy or something”. I tell him this makes total sense, and that I would feel the same way. “But then”, C continues, “a few weeks in, it always always becomes a giant problem”. God, I say, I can see that happening to me too. Also everybody likes a man in therapy until they’re being discussed unfavourably by said man and said therapist. And as C’s female best friend, I truly want him to get laid and / or find love. I wonder if these women meeting me would help with the souring sentiment. I could play up my gayness, perhaps wear a baseball cap. Is it queer-baiting if I’m helping a dear friend get some pussy?

I text J asking for help with choosing my birthday meal, which he has promised to cook. We land on steak for the carnivores, and an expensive mushroom for the vegetarians. This will mark the largest group hosted at the new house to date, and I am still bent out of shape by the lack of pictures on the wall, and a few pieces of furniture I want to scrap. Of COURSE the house isn’t safe from my ruinous perfectionism, and even when what I think needs doing is done, I will want to do something else. I also cannot believe I’ll be 31 years old in less than three weeks’ time. I could have been legally driving for 14 years, and I can be the president of the United States in a mere 4 years. I am still 3 years younger than Mary Kay Letourneau, who had sex with her 13 year old student and got pregnant and went to prison. I watch the film May December in the evening, which is based on Mary Kay’s story. What disturbs me most are the scenes showing a 36 year old father with his 23 year old daughter, and his 18 year old son, and Julianne Moore’s bizarre lisp. I watch, as V told me she did after seeing this movie, the original interview between Mary Kay and Vili, the now-grown student she abused and later married. Letourneau still maintains she was “seduced”, and that Vili was “the boss”

Feeling safe in reintroducing my second cup of coffee of the day, I down one at 5pm and by midnight I am still riding high on caffeine. I have a date the next day that I can’t be bothered with. When I finally fall asleep at 2am I dream that I learn my mother has been sleeping with him the whole time, and I get so angry that I smash my phone into mosaic-sized pieces. Very Christmassy

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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⛽️ 🔥 FIRE AND GASOLINE 🔥⛽️ (PART 2)

Prompt: Y/N’s life has changed drastically, precisely 10 years ago and all because of an adorable lunatic and two little maniacs. But what will happen when a divergency of thoughts leads Y/N and her lunatic to say some pretty harsh words, that they know they will regret it later?

Word count: Definitely too long!

Pairing: Jon Moxley (or even Dean Ambrose if that’s your liking) x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, pregnancy, a lovable mutt named Moxley

Tag: @jibbles26 and some lovely folks who wanted to see the part 2: @drew-is-boo , @amandalynngraves , @bellalutionn , @moxleybabe

Notes: FINALLY!!! I KNOW PEOPLE, I KNOW...LET’S ALL SING HALLELUJAH! Sorry this took me so long, but I hope is worth it ☺️ Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories on my Masterlist and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

I was saved from given them an answer by my phone ringing, I looked down and saw Nancy’s name. Without thinking twice I answered

“Yeah?”

“Y/N, is everything ok? You said you’d be here in 10 minutes and it’s passed 30 now”

“Yeah I’m good, I just got caught up in something with Jon and the kids”

“So you figured things out with him?”

“No, I just” I look at the kids and Jon who were all still kneeling on the floor “I don’t know” I whispered

“Y/N, dear” Nancy starts “You don’t sound like you wanna come over and no offense, pumpkin...but you’re not 15 anymore, you can’t run away from your husband whenever you guys have a disagreement and by the looks of it, it was a mixture between Jonathan and his temper and you and your mouth! Fire and gasoline if I remember correctly” She angrily said, making me laugh lightly

“See, I knew it!” I heard her clapping to herself “Do you want my advice?”

“Sure” I answered

“Stay there tonight, talk to Jon like a GROWN UP COUPLE WOULD and if you still feel like you need a break you can come by tomorrow and stay as long as you’d like, how does that sounds to you?”

“Sounds good, Nance” I smiled

“Nice, now go on, stay with your family and call me tomorrow to say how long did the make up sex session lasted”

“You’re so unbelievably disgusting! Love ya Nancy”

“Love ya pumpkin. Bye bye”

Once I ended the call I looked at the kids and said

“Well, I think it’s better for us to go downstairs and grab some popcorn so we can watch Moana” I smile fondly

“YAY, MOMMY IS STAYING” They scream and jump as they run towards me, hugging my legs

I laugh “Ok, let’s go stinky bumbs! Choose your sits on the couch”

With that they ran downstairs. I look at Jon, who was still knelt down on the floor.

“Jon, get up please”

“Are you really gonna stay?” His voice is low

“Yes”

“Are you gonna file for divorce?”

“Jon, please” I plead

The hope in his eyes died a little “Can we at least talk about it?”

“We will, later. Once we put the kids down for bed”

“Ok, thank you kitten” He caresses my belly and we hear two impatient kids screaming for us to come downstairs

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“They’re asleep” Jon says once he comes to sit by me on the couch

“Good, so we can talk now”

He stares at me and I started

“We can’t do this anymore, Jon”

He looks at me with pure fear upon his eyes

“The arguing, the yelling, the saying bad things just to spite each other...never being able to understand each other’s perspective whenever the subject of having more kids appears” I sighed “I just wish you would understand that sometimes it’s difficult for me, difficult for the kids to not have you around. When they have a bad dream they want you to protect them. Last week, Rosie had a nightmare about a man taking her away and she screamed for you. Do you know how much it hurt me seeing her sob because she wanted daddy to scare the mean man away, but daddy couldn’t because he wasn’t here? Sometimes they cry on our way back home from school because they wished daddy was there to pick them up. Things like ‘why is everybody’s else daddy comes to pick them up and ours doesn’t?’, ‘he doesn’t like us?’, ‘did we do something wrong?’, ‘does daddy not love us?’, ‘why daddy has to travel so much?’, ‘can’t he have another job?’...Things like that end me every single time, Jon. Even more because I know the father that you are, I know you love Atticus and Rosie more than your own life! It’s not fair to them but is also not fair to you” I whispered as tears roll down my cheeks. I look up to find Jon’s eyes filled with tears as well.

“Why did you never told me, doll? You should’ve told me that they were thinking that, that you had to explain to them over and over that I don’t leave them because I want to. That is not that I don’t love them but because I love them so much I want to give them everything I’ve never had as a child” Jon’s voice cracks and he begins to sob.

The vision is too much for me to handle it, so I pull him towards me and he hides his face on the crook of my neck.

“I don’t want them to go through what I did Y/N” His muffled voice comes out in hiccups

“I know baby, I know” I caress his hair and all I can do is cry with him

“I’m sorry” He whispered now calmer

I cup his cheeks on my hands “I don’t want you to apologize Jon, I just want you to try to understand that is not that I don’t love you or don’t love our family is just that sometimes it saddens me to hear those things from two kids and I wouldn’t like to hear it from a third one as well” I caress his beard

“I know but, it’s just that, I’ve always wanted this! The wife, the home sweet home, the kids..” His voice fainting on that last word “And when we met I knew that I wanted all of that with you, so I got kinda upset when you said that you didn’t wanted more kids because in my head that was some sort of sign that you regretted” He whispered

“Regretted what Jon?” I ask soothingly

“Us...leaving your family for me, moved in to that shitty one bedroom apartment, running with me to the emergency room because I overdosed on speed, eating tuna sandwiches for a year because you couldn’t find a job and the money I made at CZW was pathetic...getting married, helping me go through abstinence when we found out you were pregnant with Atticus, having the kids, still being married to me after all the shit I’ve put you through” He looks into my eyes “I regret everything I’ve said to you earlier, I was always the selfish one not you! It’s time for me to man up and take responsibilities for my words and actions. It’s time for me to be an actual husband to you and for once let you lean on me and not the other way around” He pressed his forehead to mine “Please Y/N...please kitten, let me make it up to you for all these years. Let me show you how much you really mean to me. How important you are to me, the difference you make in my life! I love you, cherry, please let me fix it..just give me one last chance, I beg you! I promise you I’ll never talk about having another baby ever again, but please” He whispered against my lips

“Jon” I pleaded

“Please, don’t do this to me. I’m so sorry. Don’t leave me...I-I wouldn’t...I couldn’t live without you. I can’t take it, kitten. I just can’t” He’s sobbing again while begging me to forgive him

I pull him towards my chest as I lay us down on the couch. His head is resting on my breasts as he silently cries, murmuring apologies and pleads. I’m caressing his hair and upper back, whispering to him that ‘we will work it out’. Once he’s calmer I ask him to look at me and he obliged

“Promise me Jon, promise me that we will never go down that disrespectful and spiteful path again”

“I promise you! I-I promise you kitten, on my mother’s life” Hope slowly returning to those beautiful blue orbs

“Promise me that whenever one of us feels like is loosing control we will ask for a time out and there’ll be no pressure from the other person to work it out at that moment”

“I promise” He pecks my lips repeatedly “I promise, I promise, I promise”

I can’t help a light chuckle that escaped my lips “Ok Jon, I see you agreed”

“Whatever you say kitten, whatever you want, I’ll do it!” He continues to peck my lips “Tell me you love me, please Y/N, I just need to hear it”

“I love you Jonathan, always have and always will!” I smile fondly

He sighed in relief “I’ll never talk about babies ever again! I promise you that!” He’s eyes had the same sparkle of determination as Atticus’ and Rosie’s

“We can talk about it if you want, but in the future, once the kids are a little bit older, how does that sounds to you?” I offered

I’ve never seen Jon’s eyes acquire such a pure happiness glimpse so fast

“Really?” He asks

“Really. BUT it’s a future thing, not right now!”

“Ok, in the future” He eagerly kissed me

“But can we at least do some training for when the time comes?” He smirks

“I swear you‘re just like those punk ass teenagers! The pain in the ass ones” I laugh

“What? It’s just for practice you know, I don’t wanna mess it up when the time comes” He kisses my neck

“How could you mess it up? You’ve made two already” I softly moaned

“Still...I don’t wanna miss my shot” He says as he pushes my jeans down my legs

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*FOUR MONTHS LATER*

“Cherry? Where are you babe? And where are my little manics? This house is too quiet for my liking” Jon yells as he searched us through the house.

*Finding me in 3, 2, 1* I thought

“Hey kitten, where’s my welcome home crew?” He opened the door to our bedroom “Why are you on the bed? Are you feeling alright? Did something happened?” He runs towards the bed, sitting down by my side

“The kids are at Nancy’s because I need to talk to you”

“Uh Oh, those are the six words nobody wants to hear it. Did I do something wrong?” He asks, slightly scared

“Yes you did, Jonathan” I try to hide my amusement

“What did I do?” He faintly asked

“You impregnated me, you fucker!” I laugh as I throw the pregnancy test at his chest

“Impregnated? What do you-“ He looks down to his lap, to the pregnancy test “Holy shit!” He laughs “You’re pregnant?” Jon looks at me for confirmation and I just nod

“YES!!!! MY KITTEN IS PREGNANT!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT” Jon screams in excitement

“How far long are you?”

“15 weeks, according to the doctor”

“That’s the best news I’ve ever had since Rosie!” He smiles widely as his hand caresses my belly “Hello there baby, daddy loves you so much!” He whispered to my bellybutton “I can’t wait to meet you! Come out now, so you can meet mommy and your siblings Rosie and Atticus” He nuzzles his nose on my belly

“You know there’s still like, 7 more months until you meet her right?” I chuckled

“Her?” His head shot up

“Yep, apparently she wanted to make her debut already letting us know that she is a girl!”

“Another little princess. I’m cursed to be surrounded by beautiful and strong women” He jokes

“Yeah you are” I laugh as I let my fingers comb through his hair

“Do you think I should give her one of my Mox t-shirts so she can wear it?” He sincerely asks

“Now?” I laugh

“Yeah! I need more beautiful girls in team Moxley” He teases

“You’re the worst!” I giggled

As he engaged a very serious conversation with his future princess about the ‘no other prince but daddy’ rule.

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neon-junkie · 3 years

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For when requests are back open- first kiss w Micah?

HEY. sorry this request took so long!! I couldn’t think of the perfect situation, and then @oatcakebabie suggested this, so kudos to her for this game >:3

Reader is gender neutral!!!

This is such a childish game to be playing, so silly, not the game you'd expect a bunch of fully grown, bloodthirsty, fearless outlaws to be partaking in. But here you are, watching as Sean spins the bottle yet again, eager as always, and pulls a face of disgust as it lands on a gang member who isn't exactly partaking.

"I ain't kissing Cain!" Sean grunts, and reaches out to spin the bottle again.

"Ah, you gotta!" Mary-Beth jumps in, snatching the bottle away before Sean can reach it.

"What? why? he's a dog, and dogs can't play this game!"

"Where does it say that, huh?" Karen butts in, chuckling at the sight of Sean attempting to climb out of the hole he's dug.

"I ain't got a rule book on me-"

"-so you can't prove that dogs can't play?" Mary-Beth butts in, giggling along with Karen.

Sean doesn't reply, he huffs and puffs, turning to face Cain with a frown on his face. "C'mon then, you mutt," Sean sighs as he leans in. He scrunches his face up, shutting his eyes, and before he can even pucker his lips to give Cain a kiss, Cain has already begun licking his face, wagging his tail as he jumps into Sean's lap.

There's laughter around the campfire, yourself and the others watching through teary eyes as Sean manages to push Cain off him, urging for Cain to calm himself down. Within time, Cain does, but snuggles down on Sean's lap, making sure the camp knows that he's now got eyes for Sean.

"Lovely, just lovely!" Sean comments as he wipes his face with his sleeve, wiping off all the slobber he can. Sean doesn't bother sorting out the mess that he's now in, his clothes more creased than ever, and his hair is a scruffy mess, instead reaching out to take the bottle and push it in your direction.

"Go on then, your go," Sean urges, resting his hands atop of Cain. He gives him a small fuss, muttering under his breath about what a pain Cain can be.

"Oh, alright," you sigh. The game hasn't been too unfair on you so far; you were tasked to kiss Javier, who happily accepted, and Charles, who isn't playing but allowed you to place a kiss on his cheek. At least you haven't had to kiss any dogs, or Uncle, who keeps attempting to butt-in in an attempt of getting some affection. Poor man!

You place the bottle on its side in the centre of everybody, and give it a spin, watching nervously as it eventually lands on someone... There's a small gap between two of your fellow camp members, pointing at somebody who insisted that he definitely isn't playing.

For whatever reason, Sean had asked if Micah wanted to play, seeing as he's sitting nearby, to which Micah replied "I ain't a child." Sean had pushed and said that he's only rejecting because he knows nobody will kiss him, and Micah grumbled "if that's what helps you sleep at night," before moving a few seats away. He's sat in one of the tents, whittling a piece of wood into a spike (maybe to stab Sean with?) and probably eavesdropping into your group conversation, even though you're all talking rather loud.

There's a mixture of disapproving sighs as everybody looks over at Micah, who perks his head up, sensing all the eyes on him. "Oh, you might as well spin again, Micah isn't joining in," Karen comments.

"Wait, no, no!" Sean butts in, attempting to press all of Micah's buttons, "if Micah's going to sit here then he has to play, that's the rules!"

Micah raises a brow at his comment, "now, if I remember rightly, Charles also isn't playing, but he's still sat amongst y'all."

"Correction, Charles is... half-playing, he appreciates a good cheek kiss here 'n' there!" Sean corrects him, and Micah grumbles at his sassy reply.

"I ain't movin'."

"Then you're playin'."

Micah lets out a long, exaggerated sigh, shuffling up from his elbows to sit upright, one leg stretched out and the other folded. He sighs once more, and then decides to ask an important question. "Who's meant to be kissin' me?"

"Uh, me," you sheepishly reply. Micah isn't somebody that you interact with on the regular, passing comments here and there, but you've never had a proper conversation with your fellow camp member; of course, you've heard (and seen) all the red flags surrounding him, but that doesn't mean that you can't... find him attractive, right?

You'd never dare to tell anybody about your minor, secret admiration for the blonde man, nor that you've thought about him in a few ways before. You can feel your cheeks heating up at the way Micah looks at you, quietly replying "alright, if that's what you want," with a shrug.

"Y-you're alright with it?" you question, wanting to make sure you heard his reply correctly.

"That's what I just said, ain't it?" Micah rolls his eyes. Ugh, the sass, the audacity, but you only have yourself to fault for being into it - for being into him.

"Now, you ain't gotta if you don't wanna. This is Micah, we're talkin' about, eh?" Sean butts in with a laugh. You notice how everybody else nods along with his comment, and you can't help but feel sorry for Micah. Having all these people cower away from him must make him feel undesirable, and if you're to stoop to their level, then you'd be just as bad.

But God, you want this, so much so that you're shuffling over to Micah, settling beside him. His eyes are wide, but he quickly relaxes them, flashing you a cheeky grin in an attempt to cover up how surprised he is that you're actually going through with this.

Micah's enough of a gentleman to remove his hat, resting it on his lap, and then tilts his head and waits patiently, allowing you to take the lead. You nervously lick your lips before going for it, pressing your lips to his, your eyes scrunched shut. You're certain that you look uncomfortable, despite not meaning to be, it's the nerves!

Within seconds, you relax, untensing and moving your lips. To your surprise, Micah matches you, kissing you softly, his slightly chapped lips gliding over yours, his facial hair tickling your upper lip and cheeks. There's a burn in your stomach, and you're thankful that you're sat down, as your knees feel so weak that they definitely would have bucked beneath you.

This is just meant to be a kiss, a peck on the lips, maybe a few seconds longer. But Micah's now deepening the kiss, moving a hand up to cup your jawline as he nibbles on your bottom lip.Oh lord. You bite him back, earning a deep and drawn out chuckle, his lips pressed right against yours as he laughs. "Calm down," Micah mutters, barely loud enough for you to hear, "this is just meant to be a kiss," he says, and pecks you on the lips before moving away.

Micah returns to sitting back on his elbows as he places his hat back on, cockily brushing you off as if nothing happened, but you can tell from his rosy cheeks and blown pupils that he enjoyed that as much as you did. You let out a deep sigh as you shuffle back over to the others, not saying anything, unable to look at the variety of wide eyes and open mouths gawking at you.

"Right, that was weird," Sean finally speaks up, attempting to sweep some tension out of the air.

"I think it's time we all went to bed," Mary-Beth suggests, and everybody agrees, rushing to their feet and dispersing, leaving you starstruck at the campfire with Micah barely a few feet behind you.

There's silence for a few minutes, and you zone out, staring at the campfire until you hear a rustling behind you, followed by a hand gently pressed on your back, and a set of damp lips whispering huskily into your ear.

"You come and find me if you ever wanna play that game again, just me and you though, alright?" Micah suggests, chuckling as you eagerly nod in agreement.

He stands, wandering off from the campfire, heading out to the outskirts of camp - one of his favourite places to enjoy his own company in.

The offer is there, and Micah definitely won't mind if you decide to take it up right now.

#i hate that i cant insert my own gifs grrrr #rdrwriting #rdrdrabble #drabble #micah bell #gn!reader #first kiss #spin the bottle #micah bell x you #micah bell x reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #levithestripper #sfw #friends to lovers

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letsunity · 3 years

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Not Afraid - Chapter 1

Summery -

The Bad Batch go to Tatooine to resupply and avoid the Empire. As per the usual, Omega gets separated from the group. Fortunately for her, Krayt's Claw just so happens to be nearby. Bossk and Embo guide her to Boba Fett, who takes interest in why the Kaminoans want her. It's a reluctant partnership, with the Bad Batch having to rely on Krayt's Claw to navigate non-military life.

Tatooine is hot, dry and bright, the opposite of Kamino. She stayed by Hunter's side, inquisitively looking at everything around her. Everything was new and interesting; she wanted to learn everything. The heat emanating from the suns above bore down, drying out her mouth and cracking her lips.

The market was bustling with aliens of all kinds, from giants to dwarves, each with their own story. Everybody had their own experiences, which fascinated Omega, as she had none. She hadn't even experienced dirt until recently.

"I don't think credits are enough here," Echo sighed, irked by the constant rise in temperature. "Not to mention the place is infested with lowlifes."

"Considering how Pantora went, we fit right in," Tech continued blankly, earning an eye-roll from the cyborg. "It's possible we'll have to do a job in exchange for supplies."

"As much as I don't want to agree, it looks that way," Hunter said, nodding slightly. "It's not like we can go to Jabba the Hutt for a job, though. There aren't a lot of people who won't turn on us in a second."

Although it was important, she struggled to pay attention.

The crowd became thick like an ocean, slamming against the group. Something was going on, and whatever it was, Omega wanted to see. Wrecker picked her up, sitting her on his shoulder so she could see above the rest. From the looks of it, a man was duelling someone else, the fight brutal and lawless.

Whoever they were, they must be important, given the crowd. Several people bumped into Wrecker, betting on who'd win. One shoved him hard enough to cause Omega to fall off, angering the hulking clone. Unsurprisingly, this led to another fight, which Hunter and Echo tried dragging him away from.

She wasn't sure why, but he'd been a little more aggressive as of late. Maybe it was because they're hungry? That would make sense. Hunger made people act weird.

People from the first fight got involved in Wrecker's, creating a cacophony of chaos and excitement. As people hurried to surround them, they shoved Omega away, pushing her from side to side. Before she could try fighting back, somebody else shoved her down, sand seeping into her clothes and hair.

She pulled her hand, avoiding it being crushed by someone's boots. Anytime she tried to move, someone walked over her or into her. They didn't have a care in the world that she was in their way, so she stayed put, waiting for it to dissipate.

The moment it seemed safe enough to get up, a Rodian sneered in disgust, thinking she was some slave. Revolted by her, the Rodian kicked the humanoid thing, wanting it away from him.

"Big mistake," hissed someone behind him.

As Omega rubbed her eye, trying to remove the sand, she could make out a hand.

Embo helped the child stand, asking if she was alright. She didn't understand him, so he helped wipe some sand from her eye, looking to Bossk.

The Trandoshan licked blood from his claws, finished with the Rodian pest. With Marrok grunting beside him, Embo requested that he talk to her.

Bossk knelt, looking over the girl. Her condition and clothing meant she wasn't from here and couldn't be more than around ten. The kick would bruise, but he didn't feel any broken bones.

"Where's your family?" Bossk hissed, looking around for someone like her.

She wouldn't say, closing up. A wise decision, given how hostile Tatooine is to foreigners.

"Alright. We'll give you a place to stay while we look for your family or friends. You look dehydrated, and you could get sunburnt. I'm Bossk, and that's Embo, plus his mutt Marrok."

Embo protested to the insult of his fuzzy son. Bossk rolled his eyes, not understanding his attachment to the oversized Massiff.

Omega hadn't met a Trandoshan before, although she was aware of them. She didn't know what Embo was, nor his animal companion. She didn't want to follow them, but she didn't know what else to do. Unlike the orange helmet lady, they actually helped her. Her eye hurt, but Embo's assistance made it tolerable.

They waited patiently for her to decide, their presence scaring off some people. The Trandoshan offered a hand, his arm creepily long. Though hesitant, she just wanted to go home, and they were all she had. Hesitantly, Omega took the reptile's hand. Instead of clasping back, his hand was relaxed, giving her control.

Gently, they walked beside her, Marrok walking behind them. They were purposefully slow, doing it for her sake. So far, they were nicer than the mean lady.

Embo spoke to Bossk in a language she didn't know, the Trandoshan making several expressions she didn't understand. She wanted to understand, but that would take a while.

They led her to a house-like location, opening the door for her. Embo mumbled something to Bossk and left, presumably to find her friends.

The reptilian motioned for her to sit, pointing to a large table belonging to a cantina. As Omega sat down, she examined the location, understanding it to be a home base of sorts. There were locker-like contraptions in the walls with symbols etched into each one. Bossk opened one, likely his, and tossed a bottle to her.

As Omega opened it, a funny smell ran through her nose and assaulted her tongue. Instead of waiting for her, he took one himself and drank it, a long tongue licking his scaled lips afterwards.

She took a sip, feeling cold water trickle down her oesophagus. She didn't realise how thirsty she was.

"What's your name, kid?" Bossk asked, sitting across from her.

"I'm Omega. Thanks for the water, mister."

"My nephew and I have a strict code about children. If there's one in need, it'd be wrong to turn them away. Embo's adopted the same code since working with us," he said casually, looking at her clothing. "You aren't from around here. What brings your pals to the sandy rectum of the galaxy?"

"We needed to get supplies. We were meant to get them on Pantora, but a mean lady with an orange helmet got in the way. She had red strings in her hair, too."

He nodded, aware of the woman Omega described.

"Fennec Shand. She's fairly new to the Bounty Hunting game, more of the assassin type. Someone must want you bad if they hired her. You don't have to worry about me, though; I don't do bounties with kids."

The door opened as two more entered. There was a man with cloth around his head and C-Assassination Droid. They stared at the girl, surprise on the man's face, and they slowly looked at Bossk. Apparently, this wasn't the first time he'd brought a kid back.

Bossk introduced her to Dengar and Highslinger, part of his group. Dengar sat down, shoving the Trandoshan to make more room. The reptile hissed, but Dengar waved it off, seemingly afraid of nothing.

"What is it with you lot and adopting kids, huh?" Dengar joked, getting a growl from the reptile. "Don't give me that, grumpy. Don't urate yourself or whatever you do."

The droid spoke up, essentially calling Dengar a moron. Bossk nodded in agreement, pushing Dengar off his seat. The man casually got up, used to the Trandoshan's friendliness, or lack thereof.

They reminded her of Hunter and the others.

"Be a good moron and look for her friends. What're their names?"

"Hunter, Echo, Wrecker and Tech. They've got an Omicron shuttle, Havoc Marauder," she named, eager to reunite with them.

"Omicron, huh? That'll be an easy find. You don't see a lot of those hovering around these days," Dengar assured, walking back outside. Highslinger provided a robotic wave, following the tanned cyborg.

"It's a big place. In the meantime, have a nap while I make some food. You look like you could do with some."

They weren't anything like the mean 'Fennec'.

Bossk watched over the girl, pausing as she fell into a deeper sleep than either anticipated. Slowly, he lifted her, holding her against his warm body. She was underweight, having near to no muscle on her at all. Poor thing was exhausted.

Her clothes were old and tattered, having seen far better days, and her boot soles were near non-existent from wear. Not just that, but her clothes were Kaminoan, which worried Bossk.

Slowly, the Trandoshan walked out the back, stepping into the Slave-1. The smell of saltwater seared his nostrils, but it helped Bo sleep. Since Jango died, he couldn't sleep without the smell of Kaminoan oceans, even though he hated the planet. He felt her breathing changing like she was more comfortable.

That confirmed that she was from Kamino. It was good that she wasn't there anymore, but still.

Carefully, Bossk pulled out a makeshift bunk, having set it up for Jango many times. The man overworked himself, often falling asleep in the cockpit. It was something that Bo inherited, the little scamp, so much like his dad.

Every day, Bossk missed that asshole more and more. Even the grump of Cad Bane missed Jango's enthusiastic crazy, and weirdly, Jabba took it worse than Bossk, and Jango was his brother. Not even as a close friend, he was raised by Jango's adoptive parents.

He couldn't imagine how mom was doing. She struggled with Jaster died, but with Jango gone as well? He couldn't fathom it.

As Bossk placed the sleeping girl into the makeshift bunk, several questions clouded his mind. What did Fennec want with this kid? She was as normal as Bossk had ever seen, just a plain child. For the likes of Fennec to be sent after her, things were serious. Before leaving her, he made sure to tuck a blanket over her, keeping her secure.

Concerned, Bossk checked her bounty, and unsurprisingly, the Kaminoans issued it. When it came to those lunatics, he loved the idea of getting in their way. Helping her meant upsetting them, which was good.

In the meantime, they'd have to find her friends. They were probably worried sick for her.

When Bossk exited the Slave-1, he found Embo waiting for him.

"She's asleep. She'll have a black eye, but nothing too severe. What've you found?"

"Someone saw the kid with four men in altered clone trooper armour, all with skulls painted on. Apparently, similarly-armoured hooligans were sighted on Pantora recently. Think they're clones?"

"We shouldn't rule it out. Get Derrown or Black Krrsantan to find their ship; I'm sure Dengar's getting pissed somewhere. Do what you do, Em."

Embo nodded, whistling for Marrok. As they set off, Bossk wondered what the Kaminoans could be up to. From Ventress' info, before she died, they were out of fresh Jango Juice. There's no telling what the hell they're thinking.

#the bad batch #omega bad batch #bossk #embo #dengar #clone force 99 #hunter #echo #wrecker #tech #marrok #kaminoans be dickheads #fanfic #Not Afraid fic

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apotaeose · 4 years

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The King’s Serpent

Pairing ↠ daechwita king!Yoongi x mercenary!reader

Genre ↠ angst, light smut, tiny bit of fluff

Word Count ↠ 1.6K

Summary ↠ The ruthless king intends to use his most valuable weapon to consolidate his place on the throne by putting an end to its biggest threat — his twin brother.

Warnings ↠ implications of sex, and like death sentence lmao

A/N ↠ I just had to write something inspired by Daechwita hehe Min Yoongi really is the boss huh? I’m not sure if this will turn into a series or something like that yet. Hope you enjoy it, though! xo

The king tosses his unsheathed sword on the mattress, his body following next with a soft thud. Turning on his back and surrounded by darkness with only the dim moonlight filtering through the windows of his large bedroom, he’s deep in thought, going over the events of earlier that day. One of his most trusted spies, Jung Hoseok, finally found the location of his long lost twin brother. He can’t help but to smile in triumph. As always, he managed to have the upper hand in the end. The blonde monarch can almost picture the shocking look on his ministers faces. All their jaws dropping entirely upon discovering the sudden death of that village mutt they plan to use as pawn to overthrow him.

He’s done so much for this kingdom, fought so many wars and won all of them at such a young age, brought in so many riches, yet all they seemed to care is for his unorthodox — but effective — way of dealing with those who dare defy him. He’s a king in his might, after all. Doing whatever he pleases shouldn’t concern anyone but himself. Who those stupid councillors think they are?

Suddenly, he’s pulled back to the present by an all too familiar sensation. It’s like a mild itch in the brain. He feels like— no, he knows he’s being watched. And exactly by who.

“I’ve been expecting you,” he says calmly, rising to a sitting position, “It is not polite to keep your king on the wait.”

His gaze is pinned to your figure as you step away from the dark corner next to his window — now open — and let the moon reveal yourself to him. Dressed in male black robes, you remove your mask and tilt your head to the side, staring at him in slight amusement.

“Forgive me, my king,” your voice drips with honey, not sounding apologetic at all. “I’ve been busy… with matters related to you, of course.”

He hums, eyes narrowing in disapproval at your words. Normally, he’d slit the throat of anyone who dared to lie so blatantly to his face like that. However, he’s quite used to your attitude, and for some reason, you’re the only one allowed to speak with him in such a way. Till certain extents, of course. Since, he has other priorities at the moment, he can take the time to discipline you later.

Right now, he’s a king in need to speak with his kingdom’s most skilled assassin.

“I have a mission for you.” He’s on his feet now, hands joined together on his back. Halting steps only once he stands very close, you can see that he has his attention fixed on the hilt of the sword strapped to your back. Face unreadable as usual. Every now and then, he does that. You know he’s curious about the nature of your fine blade, since it’s a rare one, but never voices any questions about it. Not that you’re interested in telling him about it either.

“Yes, my king?”

“I need you to kill my brother.” His eyes drift back to yours, and if you weren’t… well, you, certainly you’d flinch from the icy fire swirling in his obsidian irises and how he casually just ordered the death of another person. Not a regular one, though. A member of his family that’s been missing for decades. His twin brother. Who’s caused him absolutely no harm. Actually, they’ve never even met since the day they were separated at birth.

But that was all you knew. Almost everybody knows that the circumstances of their birth were highly complicated. Rebels took over the palace when the queen at the same time brought her sons into the world in her chambers. All they know is that, amidst all that ruckus, the queen died and one of her sons was taken away. The king turned into a bitter man and raised his remaining son with the wrath of a dozen tigers. A few years ago, he perished, and his cruel heir, who stands before you now, took over his place.

No one knew anything about the other. At least, not until now.

“Oh, so you’ve found him?” Despite your question, you’re not really surprised. Everything the king wants, he gets. It was just a matter of time. What bewildered you was his choice not to task you with such an important mission this time. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“You know I don’t trust you,” He states as a matter-of-fact, reaching to place a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The scar that adorns one of his eyes, a vertical line that goes from above his eyebrow to the middle of his cheek, seems to glitter in the moonlight like the piece of golden jewelry dangling from his ears. You’re briefly hypnotized by it before regaining composure, adjusting your back.

“After everything I’ve done for you?” You pout in feigned hurt, and he smirks.

“You mean, after everything you’ve done for my gold,” He stresses the last two words with an arch of his brow, “We both know your loyalty lies with whoever pays you the highest. Which I, for one, do not judge, if it’s what you’re wondering…”

He brushes your lower lip with his thumb, tracing it along your jaw and descending down your hairline in gentle caresses. Leaning into you, he nibbles your earlobe and pulls at it with his teeth in a way he knows that makes you shiver. “But if you ever so much as think of betraying me,” He continues in a whisper, hand halting its movements before abruptly wrapping around your neck, cutting off your air supply, “I won’t hesitate to have your head severed from your body and hung high for everyone to see.”

Stepping back with a satisfied look on his face, you gasp as soon as he releases your neck and rub at it in order to soothe the burn left by his grip. You stare at him with eyebrows knitted in annoyance but he doesn’t seem to care less. The abrupt change of his demeanor disturbs you more than the threat itself. He’s not the type of man to be messed with. That much is clear. A tiger seemingly calm and controlled in the surface still is a dangerous predator in its core.

But if the king is a tiger, you are a serpent.

Cunning and cautious, you know just when to strike. Which is why he also knows not to underestimate you — and also what attracts him the most about you. Sure you are physically stunning, but he’s been with plenty of other dazzling women before, including his queen. However, they all eventually bored him to death. Even though, he denies it to himself, he loves being challenged by a woman. There was something about your sassy behavior and love for danger that lured him in. Perhaps even something that reminded him of himself. The desire for power and willingness to do anything to achieve it.

“That wasn’t necessary, my king,” you do your best to conceal the anger in your tone, but you know there was an edge to it he surely caught. You absolutely hate being threatened — specially by a man — which is something he knows very well and uses to personal advantage. While others usually show fear, you look as if you’re ready to pounce on him. Oddly, rather than irritated, that makes him highly aroused. “You know I’ll never betray you.”

“For your sake, let’s hope you’re right.” He’s close to you once more, being unable not to touch you every time you’re in his presence. The king licks his lips and begins trailing open mouthed kisses on the column of your throat, one hand at the back of your neck while the other encircles your waist. With a tilt of your head back to give him more access, you close your eyes and melt into his touch. His mouth on you feels undeniably good. But more than that, the power you know you hold on him — whether he’s aware or not — is what truly makes you buzz with excitement.

“How do you want me to do it?” He pauses to look back at you, pupils blown wide with lust. You’re pretty much sure yours mirror his own. Pondering over your question for a bit, he realises you’re talking about the assassination of his brother, and shrugs.

“However you see fit. Just make sure not to draw too much attention. Sneak into his place and poison him, or slit his throat while he sleeps. I don’t care. Just do it as fast as possible. I couldn’t find him before because he grew up in the outskirts of the city, but now he’s back. It’ll be easy for you to find him.” You nod in understanding and he picks up from where he left, this time attacking your mouth in a hungry kiss that you immediately respond to with same intensity. “Enough with that talk. We can discuss the details later. I need you for something else now.”

You laugh at his impatience and he doesn’t appreciate it one bit, biting hard on your lip enough to draw blood as retaliation. A wince is your response but he’s already pulling your sword out of your shoulders and dropping it to the floor so he can lift your body and do the same to you on his bed. With his body finally covering yours, he starts to get rid of both your clothes and his, desperate to relieve himself and hear your moans echo through his royal chambers as he pounds into you throughout the whole night until you leave before the first rays of sunshine illuminate the palace.

#yoongi x reader #bts smut #bts angst #bts imagines #bts scenarios #daechwita #agust d #min yoongi #historical au #yoongi smut #yoongi angst #bts fluff #stuff i write #hope you like it <3

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popatochisssp · 3 years

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if/when you get the energy/time to- im really curious; what kinda fuzzy friends do the newer skeles have? does pitch have a seeing eye-dog version of princess? or does ell and/or nemo have a fuzzy buddy to help with their anxiety or anything similar or in-between? spare fuzzy friend hcs for the poor, ma'am????

Well, you asked for it!

Ash (Undergloom Sans): A cat named Annie (Ragdoll), adopted as an emotional support buddy! She picked him, really, just ambling right on up to him, and it was love at first flop-over-his feet. Having a little sweetheart like her to take care of has really helped to pull Ash out of the doldrums and he loves her a lot. She’s a big-time cuddlebug, just like he is, and they definitely spend a ton of time napping together, everywhere and anywhere.

Annie’s Quirks: Extra chunky (master of the ‘I haven’t been fed yet 🥺’ con), stockpiles socks and undies beneath the bed, shameless catnip junkie

Yrus (Undergloom Papyrus): He feels like he’s not as active as he should be, lots of time spent indoors doing academic things, when there’s a whole beautiful world out there that he should be getting out to see at least sometimes... He has the idea that maybe an animal companion would be the right motivation to get up and out at least a couple times a day, and Cannoli (Pembroke Welsh Corgi) is the solution to the problem! They click pretty much immediately and are just very well-suited to each other, especially as exercise partners.

Cannoli’s Quirks: Loves (short) walks, rests his head on any feet that stay still long enough, must sleep in the same bed as the people and will hop/bark/cry if he can’t get up there himself

Brick (Horrorfell Sans):He doesn’t know too much of the story himself, he’s sure he was told in more detail but probably forgot. All he remembers is, a friend of a friend had a dog who had an accident...or maybe it got sick? Either way, it went deaf, and the dog was too big and unwieldy for them to try to retrain themselves. But they had a friend who was HoH, and that friend was active in the community with lots of other signing and HoH folks and could ask around about someone who might be up for the challenge of having and training a real big dog that couldn’t hear a word you said to it. That’s how Brick heard about it, anyway, and he’s not deaf but he’s big, and he figures he probably knows at least enough sign by now to train a dog. And that’s how Tiny (English Mastiff) comes to stay at his place. They clumsily work on understanding each other, it’s definitely a Process, but there’s plenty of fondness there to make any difficulty worth the trouble.

Tiny’s Quirks: Bit of a digging problem, gets very excited about balloons, likes to sit near people and lean his entire weight into them

King (Horrorfell Papyrus): This one may look familiar, but it’s fate-- Doomfanger (Persian) belongs with him and could find her way to him in any universe. ...But King was a little later getting to the Surface, and wasn’t there to pick her up when she was freshly on the streets. She spent awhile longer being an alleycat, a few years of living the rough life, and one day when she’s not quite fast enough to scurry out of the way of an oncoming car, it probably would’ve been the end for her... if not for the kind Samaritan skeleton who was just passing by that scooped her up off the pavement and brought her to a vet. King tried very hard not to get attached to her, especially when it was still looking like she wouldn’t make it, but he kept moving the goalpost of when he’d let himself care about her. ‘IF IT LIVES UNTIL MORNING,’ ‘IF IT MAKES IT TO THE VET,’ ‘IF SHE SURVIVES HER SURGERY,’ ‘IF--’ and then she looks at him, with her goofy drugged up face, freshly missing the foot of her back paw so that they even match now, and... And just like that, Doomfanger has a home and a devoted cat-dad owner and anything else she could possibly need.

Doomfanger’s Quirks: Likes to be raked, makes an incredible fuss when shut out of any room for any reason, very spooked by loud noises and immediately runs and hides under daddy’s bed

Merc (Horrorswap Sans): He wanted a pet, especially when things were still a little strained with his brother and the nature of his...condition...made it difficult to make friends. He was lonely and a little pal would be very welcome in his home, but he’d also really hate to curse a furry friend with the ever-present threat of being dripped on and getting nasty bone-goop stuck in their fur... Ella (Sphynx) is the workaround to this unusual problem and makes herself right at home with Merc, happy to love on him whether he’s solid or sticky.

Ella’s Quirks: Has an extensive collection of sweaters that she adores (will sit by her dresser and meow until she is clothed), great sense for emotions and tends to appear whenever she’s needed, transfixed by mirrors

Ell (Horrorswap Papyrus): He didn’t choose Ripley (Maine Coon), Ripley... well, he’s not even sure Ripley chose him. He definitely chose Ella, because that pretty little sweater-wearing vixen in the window is what drove him to bust into Ell and Merc’s house and start sauntering around like he owned the place. Ripley (named before they realized he was a boy-cat) was definitely feral, with a notched ear and a missing eye, but he just keeps coming around, breaking and entering, cuddling with Ella and sharing her food, and when he one day hops into Ell’s lap and curls his big fluffy body up there... Ell makes the (possibly bad) decision to just shut the doors and windows on this mean, fat bastard and make him commit to the self-domestication he’d started. Ripley’s fickle, anti-social, and nine times out of ten mean as hell, but despite it all, Ell’s attached to the fucker. Doesn’t stop him from talking mad shit about his demon-cat to anyone who’ll listen, but y’know, there’s a weird sort of love there, between them both.

Ripley’s Quirks: Hates other cats and people, with Ell and Ella as the only exceptions (Ell sometimes, Ella always), does truly heinous things to birds and rodents and even bugs if the opportunity presents itself, an escape artist who is not to be trusted around doors or windows

Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans): Ms. Sandy Peaches (Golden Retriever) is a service dog, trained to assist people with visual impairments in a variety of tasks. Pitch, who’d long been mulling over the idea of getting one such dog, eventually follows through, and as soon as he hears her name, he’s decided-- Sandy Peaches is the one for him! He’s been blind awhile by the time he gets her and generally knows his way around things, but she’s very helpful in his day-to-day and some of the things that were moderately inconvenient to get through before are only mildly inconvenient now, and her value as a helper and a companion is much appreciated.

Sandy’s Quirks: Gets excited when it’s time to put her vest on and go work, thinks the appropriate amount of brushing time is probably about three hours, loves to go swimming

Nemo (Horrorswapfell Papyrus): He found Dizzy (American Shorthair) after an accidental click led him to a local shelter’s Instagram, where they had a video of her playing and a few hashtags that explained her condition. He learned a lot about cerebellar hypoplasia, aka ‘wobbly cat syndrome,’ and when he eventually made it back to her video and watched it again... it was too late, he was already half in love with her. He contacts the shelter and after a couple weeks making arrangements, purchasing necessities, and wobbly-cat-proofing the house, he braves the outdoors to go get her and bring her home. She’s probably 100% his baby within the first hour and he loves being able to take care of her and help a kitty that not everybody would have the time or dedication to take in. The love is very much mutual and Dizzy’s tail does the ‘omg it’s you, I love you!’ tail-quiver whenever she sees him and trots on over.

Dizzy’s Quirks: Sixth sense for when there’s clean laundry to be laid on, likes to hold extended warbling and yowling conversations with people, chews on anything that crinkles (keep plastic wrappers out of reach!)

Sunny (Gastertale Sans): As soon as he knew he wanted a dog, he knew he wanted to pick up one of the less adoptable ones. Skipper (Beagle mutt) was certainly that, with only two legs--one in front and one in back. Sunny had a play session with the little guy and admired his energy and how enthusiastically he played, like his missing legs didn’t even phase him. Whatever happened in Skipper’s past, he’s not letting it be his problem now, and needless to say, he’s adopted and taken home in pretty short order. No holds barred fetch and spontaneous frolicking in open fields are a great bonding activity for these two, probably a match made in heaven.

Skipper’s Quirks: Tennis ball fiend (literally can never have enough), chews on unattended shoes, loves to sing (read: howl) along to music

Aster (Gastertale Papyrus): He wanted a guard dog, some big intimidating-looking thing that would look really, really cool guard the house. He finds Ace (Doberman/Great Dane), unfortunately with his ears already cropped (Aster wouldn’t have chosen the procedure himself), but otherwise a very handsome fellow and still definitely in need of love and a home, both of which Aster was willing and able to provide. He’s attentive with all the care and training his new pup needs, and when Ace grows up just as huge as predicted, looking like a cross between a panther and a hellhound, he’s become an extremely well-mannered and obedient dog, full to the tips of his pointy ears with love for Aster.

Ace’s Quirks: King of naps, the worst nightmare of any strangers at the door (but very affectionate and loving once they’re in!), will tell you if you’ve stopped petting him too soon, boofing and trying to put your hand back to make you resume

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slasherscream · 4 years

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A/N: shout-out to that one anon on bloodybrahms’ blog forever ago where they were like ginger fitzgerald x jennifer check x jd x reader. their mind?? i haven’t known peace since seeing the concept.

coincidentally, you as well, will never know a moment of peace again.

your relationship is overflowing with chaos. you can’t let your guard down for even a second because that’s the exact moment one of your partners will choose to strike and do some absolute bullshit™. it is imperative that you never take your eyes off them or leave any of them on their own.

if you cannot stay with them at all times at least take care to make sure you never leave all three of them alone together. nothing good has ever come from you doing this.

you act as the impulse control for all three of your partners. they straight up don’t know how to act without you around.

let’s talk about the chaotic dynamics and features of this relationship, shall we-

○ ginger and jennifer ....where to start. they dislike each other so much, both on the fundamental levels of their personalities and also as supernatural entities. werewolves and demons aren’t like…. natural enemies or anything but they can be Genuine Threats™ to one another so their hackles are always a little raised around each other.

○ that aside, jennifer is the exact type of girl ginger hated in high-school. she took one glance at jennifer and said "what a fucking vapid wanna-be barbie looking slut" and she hasn't changed her mind since.

○ meanwhile, jennifer thinks ginger is just.... beneath her. she wouldn't have hated a girl like ginger back in high-school because she never would've fucking noticed her. once she is forced to acknowledge ginger as a sentient, living being due to your poly relationship she's just.... aggravated by her. if jennifer had to put into words what she doesn't like about the other girl it would be how fucking judgmental she is. absolutely rich coming from jennifer of all people but she's serious! you're gonna sit here.... and hate her.... because she's popular and sexy?? are you fucking twelve?? you mangy, pathetic, edgy, "i only listen to evanescence" ass bitch (and she means the bitch part literally.)

at best their relationship could MAYBE wind up like that exchange from jumanji: welcome to the jungle:

Professor Shelly Oberon : Seriously, I can't even open my mouth around you. You don't even know me, but you, like, decided you hate me.

Ruby Roundhouse : Look, I just think you live in, like, the "hot popular girl" bubble, you know, where everybody either treats you like a princess or like an object. Maybe it makes you a little self-absorbed or something?

Professor Shelly Oberon : That's fair. But do you think that maybe the reason why you are so judgy is because you are like afraid that people are not gonna like you, so you've decided not to like them first? I'm just saying, you're a babe, go with it.

but realistically they will never have a conversation this open and honest. they'll stick to bickering and being catty, thank you very much. occasionally they are so catty that they start literally fighting and yes, your house will get destroyed every time some shit pops off between them. please have everything insured.

○ funnily enough they both like/love jd!! off the bat they both find him incredibly attractive. jennifer saw him and said "yummy.com, much?" ginger did not say anything but watched him like a hungry....well, wolf. honestly though looks weren't enough to keep either of them interested in someone when they were plain human and un-traumatized let alone now. in fact, considering that jennifer is a succubus her finding jd hot only put him in danger adjkl.

○ lucky for him he was surprisingly resistant to her physical charm/succubus powers/allure when she first approached him, planning to make him her next meal. while she totally took his disinterest as a challenge because uhm?? are you fucking blind?? i'm a fucking buffet?? all i serve is looks?? it also made her respect him quite a bit. jennifer takes very few people seriously. her respecting someone so soon after meeting them is actually a way bigger deal than her liking them.

○ jd takes some time to warm up to jennifer but not as much as you'd think? while he might roll his eyes at her popular, mean girl shtick he's very observant and sees that there's more to jennifer than meets the eye.

○ the fact that he doesn't immediately hop into her bed just because she sticks her chest out gives him enough time to see beneath her surface and surprises her enough that she let's him. there are plenty of things he likes about her. he admires the way she can just...bend the world to her will. when she wants something she gets it, no matter what. he loves that?? she's very dynamic and bold. excitement either follows her or she chases after it. and unlike a lot of charismatic or popular people jennifer lacks the one trait jd absolutely can't stand being fake. jennifer doesn't hide the fact that she's a stone cold bitch. she always says exactly what she means or what's on her mind. overall jennifer is an addicting personality to have around and even jd falls for her charm eventually.

○ jennifer won't say it but realizing jd actually cares about her and likes her as a person is what makes her fall, you know because she's a fucking narcissist... just kidding. it catches her off guard for someone to fall for her because of who she is and not what she looks like. it makes her vulnerable for just long enough that she sees all the things that are good about jd and BOOM, she's in love. now she's got two mates and one annoying hang around whom she also has sex with because she's not hideous (her mate, ginger is also her mate, she just likes ginger less than she likes the two of you.)

○ ginger loves jd's intensity. they're pretty much ' same hat! ' relationship wise.

ginger: men are fucking worthless jd: *walks around fucking unhinged* ginger: ....one man allowed

○ she genuinely loves his personality and he genuinely loves hers right on back. they're kind of just...mirrors of each other in a lot of ways but there's just enough difference between them that they don't piss each other off. other than their tempers they get along really well because they think the same way?? have the same ideas?? want to do the same things?? kill the same people?? you know bonding shit. they're kind of perfect together? they completely understand one another. they are probably the most like-minded of the whole relationship, not the closest, but they think pretty much the exact same shit, i cannot emphasize this enough. they can make eye contact and know exactly what the other is thinking and they love that. lowkey best friends. highkey you cannot let them go on dates alone.

○ where do you fit in here? uhm you're the glue and stability of this relationship. sure they all love or begrudgingly (and secretly) like each other but you're like.... gravity. essential and holding the world together, keeping everything balanced. you were probably the start of the relationship to begin with. they all knew you and were growing to love you separately and then each realized they had competition but while they were trying to fight each other off they just sorta...got used to one another. and none of them were willing to give you up so it's lucky they decided to share or it would've been a fucking bloodbath to put it lightly. none of them have self control or boundaries. to get what they want they'd all go ridiculously far... i don't know what's farther than murder but they'd do it.

○ they all depend on you emotionally, honestly. you're their closest friend, the person they can be vulnerable with, someone they trust to take care of them in the way that matters most. they love you because you make them all feel....human (even jd who is the only actual human besides you. but you get the point.)

sometimes they get jealous of each other, which is ridiculous, because you're almost always together as a group. you do occasionally go off in pairs or to separate outings/activities/dates but generally?? you're all together. it's typically more like-

ginger: you've been hanging off y/n all fucking day, jennifer! they barely fucking smell like me anymore. jennifer: what's so bad about that? you smell fucking disgusting- jd: *grabs ginger around the waist before she can jump across the kitchen counter and beat jen's ass*

however!! there isn't as much inter-group jealously as you'd believe! they actually enjoy having a relationship involving four people.

it feels very secure to them? first off they all feel better in regards to you. they don't worry so much about anything happening to you because you have three over-protective partners who would die and kill for you. they also don't worry about you leaving them because you're so.... you. unlike other, unnamed people they so desperately clung to in the past they know you're not going anywhere. they feel secure enough in their connection with you to be as codependent as possible :)))

(also.... you couldn't leave if you tried lmao. get away from one of them? sure maybe. get away from all three?? *cue clown music* they'd use ginger as a hunting hound and track you by scent alone.)

the four person relationship feels incredible to ginger because it satisfies her need to have a pack? she'd only ever had her sister before and you know how....close, they were. having more than one, single person to be emotionally attached to/invested in really helps center ginger? it also makes it easier to be in a relationship with her? she can be very intense and focused and she puts a lot of energy into her relationship. having that focus and intensity spread out amongst multiple partners is great for her and for them.

jennifer only ever really felt connected to one person, needy. losing her was....a lot. she never thought she'd be close to anyone again let alone to three people. she can't stand the mutt sometimes but she loves you and jd!! and she loves being loved. not lusted after. not admired. not envied. loved, genuinely loved. she may be a demon, she might not have a soul anymore, but she does have a heart, and every day she's with the three of you it feels a little less broken.

since the..."untimely" death of jd's mother (and arguably, even while she was still alive) he's never had any roots. no solid connection. no one to belong to or with. before you, ginger, and jennifer he was just...drifting. when you three came into his life it was like hearing a sudden gunshot in the middle of a calm forest. it was electrifying, and maybe even a little scary. he went from having absolutely nothing to having everything, all at once. for the first time in a long time he has something to be grateful for. he would do anything for the three of you. he'd burn the world to the ground just to see you three smile.

jd goes on several motorcycle rides a week because while you guys have like two cars...he keeps his motorcycle because jennifer, ginger and you think it's hot and none of you are very practical. he must treat all of you to the delight that is the wind flowing through your hair while you're on the back of his bike. jennifer doesn't like helmet hair but she likes the sexiness factor. ginger likes that it's dangerous so jd always speeds when he's with her, you're not sure how they don't get arrested??

date nights are such a nightmare because you guys are all very opinionated?? and particular. you and jd are probably the most easy-going but that doesn't really help because jennifer and ginger are always going to be picky about what you guys wind up doing and they'll say no to whatever the other suggests just on principal. just for their own amusement.

ginger, jennifer and jd are so over-protective of you. you're such a delicate little human?? how have you been surviving without them?? you need them to take care of you.

sometimes you'll be like "why the fuck aren't you two stifling jd? he's a human too!!" and they're like "no he's different" which is such bullshit but also like....jd is fucking unhinged. he can take care of himself. you are their baby.

ginger and jennifer are forever arguing about who is going to transform you and jd. you would think they’d at least agree that one of you is gonna get turned into a demon and one will become a werewolf, at least for the sake of balance, but they literally can’t even agree on THAT let alone which supernatural creature you or jd will wind up as. you two have minimal input in this choice sorry :/ this is werewolf and succubus beef. humans be silent.

you staying human isn't a choice because humans are weak and die so quickly. unacceptable?? ginger is gonna live a long ass time and jennifer is probably immortal. they are not winding up stuck with each other just because you and jd thought you could escape them in death?? fuck you.

ginger needs all three of you to smell like her. yes, even jennifer. but mostly you and jd as you're her two humans and Preferred Mates. jennifer can smell her scent on you all but she doesn't need to smell it?? it's not instinctual?? meanwhile it straight up gives ginger anxiety when you guys don't smell like her. it's just part of werewolf mating. honestly while ginger smells different from humans she doesn't smell like dog, jennifer just likes to say that to piss her off. if she did smell like dog jennifer wouldn't touch her and would gripe any time she touched you or jd.

cuddling is such a fucking nightmare. you guys have the biggest couch in the world and it's still a fucking ordeal. every two person couple activity is fucking ordeal for local poly couple.

it's a debate every time about who's going to sit where or who's going to hold who. oh jennifer likes to sit on the armrest? cool. except she wants to cuddle with you, but you want to sit in the middle today, and jd wants his arms around you, but ginger is laying in his lap and refuses to move cause he was riding on his bike too long today and stopped smelling like her so she'll bite him if he moves.

your life is literally that "man has to get a fox, a chicken, and a sack of corn across a river." riddle i'm so fucking sorry for you.

jennifer likes to buy you and jd clothes. she stopped bothering getting stuff for ginger because the mutt is always so ungrateful of jennifer's taste in clothing. to be fair jennifer only buys a few things that are a bit out of you or jd's comfort range, she tends to buy things that will make you look hot but that you'd also get for yourself.

jd goes shopping with her because he doesn't like leaving any of his partners alone for long. like he doesn't enjoy it he's also not going to bitch about it like other "dutiful" boyfriends who are left holding a few shopping bags and purses. you can't go out with your girlfriend and hold her shit for her for a couple hours?? can't give her a few minimal responses on whether something looks good or bad??? fuck you. also stop looking at his girlfriend before he pulls out his gun.

they all encourage the worst of each others possessiveness. not only because being around each other makes it feel normal because they all agree this is a perfectly healthy amount of possessiveness but also because they all think of being possessive as something romantic. you know they love you because they'll rip apart anyone who looks at you for two long!!!

when you wake up in the morning it's chaos. someone's hair is always in someone's mouth and ginger is a very wild sleeper. especially as it gets closer to the full moon. one of you will wind up on the floor even though you have two king mattresses pushed together. jennifer is one second away from tying ginger up before the four of you go to bed.

you don't really have to worry much about ginger's transformation?? like she won't hurt you and jd during it because she knows that you two are her mates, she's pretty docile around you two (for a werewolf). she knows that jennifer is her...something so she doesn't try to hurt her but she's also not gonna roll over and show her belly.

if anything does go wrong like ginger gets out/away from you all or out of control jennifer can get her back or put her in check no problem. werewolf cuts/bites don't hurt more than any other type of gnarly injury so jennifer is fine with doing it.

that's one of the ways you can tell jennifer gives a shit about ginger actually. even when ginger will fight her viciously when she's a werewolf jennifer mostly just does things to restrain her, not to hurt her. you'd never point that out though because just to prove she's not soft jennifer might break one of ginger's ribs or some shit next time.

the big concern is making sure ginger doesn't get hurt or caught. jd and jen don't care if she hurts anyone else frankly adjkl. to try and keep ginger running off to a minimum (because it's very hard to keep a werewolf somewhere it doesn't want to be) right before a turn jennifer will bring her own.... food, back to the house and her and ginger will kill them together?? it satiates some of the blood-lust and makes the transformations easier.

all three of these bastards will try and kiss you or fuck you while you're covered in blood and it's a nightmare!! somehow one of them is always covered in blood!! even if jd wasn't directly involved in a killing he will come home covered in blood because he made out or had sex with one of the girls while they were covered in blood. he thinks they're beautiful when they're blood thirsty :)))

none of them are great at emotions but all three of them together almost make one-functional human being!! and they are all, to their credit, aware of the fact that they aren't great with feelings so they are already naturally over-compensating to make sure they're always taking care of all your needs.

you: on the phone with a friend complaining about your day, minding your own business the three of them: *manifest from nowhere because their "you having human contact that isn't them" sense was tingling ginger: *snatches your phone and hangs up on your friend* jennifer: *sits in your lap* jd: *wraps an arm around you* why don't you tell us about your day, darling?

a well-oiled machine anyone?

no friends!!! only them!! you are a pack!! you are mates!! you're a family!!! fuck anyone else.

#jd x reader #jennifer check x reader #ginger fitzgerald x reader #jennifer check imagine #heathers imagine #jennifer's body #heathers #jason dean #slasher x reader #ginger fitzgerald x jennifer check x jd x reader #this got so long adjkl #*posts this after like writing for an hour* FUCK done finally #i hope my soul can rest now that's i've written my ultra poly ship

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