#s14 aus

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

I'm bored at home today, so here's the full list of the plots for all of the s14 AU's that I have. Also I just wanted these in a post that's easier to find for the future.

-Magic AU (Jasco with Pillby in the background)

Jasmine is a witch from the magic realm, who's considered a 'late bloomer'. Her magic abilities are very limited, and she starts feeling like an outsider with the other witches and magical beings. She decides to move to the human realm to start a new chapter. Everything is going well for her; she lives with her other witch friend Kerri and Kerri's girlfriend, Willow, and she gets a job at a small coffee shop. Until she gets closer to the coffee shop's manager, Bosco, and her magic abilities wake up and quickly become uncontrolable.

-Soulmates AU (Jasya with Camgeria and platonic Willsco)

Soulmates all have a connection, and they can feel pain in their soulmates. There are three levels of connection(which each become less common up the scale); 1-Physical pain, 2-Emotional Pain, and 3-Telepathy. Jasmine and Daya (and their friends) know their soulmates, but they refuse to acknowledge it since they absolutely despise each other, and often annoy each other with small injuries/ailments.

-Magical Girl AU (Camine with Willgeria and Dayasco background)

Camden has been fighting witches and protecting their city as a magical girl for over 10 years. She lost her long term partner to a witch recently, and can’t seem to get along with any other potential partner. Enter Jasmine, who’s brand new to being a magical girl, and barely passed her training and can’t seem to find a partner that's able to work well with her.

- Vampire AU (Jasyasco with Camgeria and Rosnali background)

Bosco and Daya were in a happy and healthy relationship with their girlfriend, Jasmine. But one evening, Jasmine suddenly doesn't return home for several days, and her dead body is found in a local river. The couple spends months grieving their loss and starts to feel ready to move on. Until Jasmine comes back, appearing to be alive and well, with no memory of her disappearance or the last several months. But Jasmine constantly feels cold to the touch, sensitive to the sunlight, and starts getting an insatiable craving for blood.

- Love Letter AU (Jasya, also potentially part of the wedding planner AU, if we get that far in the future

Daya and Jasmine absolutely hate each other, and everyone and their mother believes this, except for Jasmine. Jasmine has had a growing crush on Daya, but obviously can't admit her feelings. So she keeps up arguing and bickering with Daya and writes letters to express her feelings in some way, all addressed to Daya. She never intends to send the letters, she just writes the letters and keeps them hidden like a diary collection. While Jasmine goes out of town for a couple weeks, Daya accidentally finds some of the letters that Jasmine forgot to hide with the others.

Literally, nobody asked for this, but dash is dead today, so here's this au list.

#s14 aus #my fics #au list #rpdr s14 #dash is dead so here ya go

[gracelyns]

I can't believe the "I love you" meme as news anchors is actually canon

(14x20)

this show is unreal

#spn #supernatural #spn 14x20 #destiel confession meme #i love you meme #spn s14 #destiel meme #destiel news #news anchors au

[angelsdean]

also re: my dean + sex work post, and especially the quote from 1x08 where dean's talking abt making money through non-legal ways like hustling and scamming and he says, "it's what we were raised to do" and then connecting that to the scene in 1x20 where john tells dean "you know what to do" cut to-- dean playing monster bait (and being nonconsensually kissed by a vampire) and then connecting that to the cut line from 14x14 where dean tells cas that john used to make him play the wide-eyed hitchhiker routine as monster bait on hunts. dean was groomed from a young age by john to see his body as nothing more than a tool and weapon. he learned from a young age that his body is an object. he is daddy's blunt little instrument. he is something that can be used for a purpose and then discarded. he's repeatedly used as a soldier and weapon by john when he's needed and then abandoned and neglected when he's not. and i think that mentality absolutely influenced how he saw his body in relation to sex and sex work. and i'm not saying sex work can't be empowering or positive for some people but in dean's specific case and circumstances it wouldn't have really been a choice but more a desperate last ditch option. but one that he doesn't even waver much on because of all these prior experiences that have primed him for being objectified. like he's already had so much of his personhood stripped, he'd already been objectified as a weapon, seeing himself as expendable and only useful when he's being used. all of this made him so vulnerable and desensitized in a way that sex work for survival wouldn't even be a huge jump for him. it's another way he can be useful and make sure he's providing for his brother and fulfilling his number one job as caretaker.

#so much more that i could say abt this. esp how all of this also primed him to be a vessel for michael later #and then in s14 how his consent as a vessel was violated by AU michael and there's a whole SA reading of that arc that could be done #esp the aftermath. and also during the possession...how dean was locked away = dissociating from what was happening to him #god there's just so much #dean studies #spn 1x08 #mymeta #tw sex work mention #dean and his body #dean and sex #vic.txt

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

Caught you from across the room

sooo thank you @snowflakenali for reminding me that i had a wip based on the emmys and how fucking good everyone looked there and its been so long since i've written for you guys so i hope you enjoy!!

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Jasmine hated award shows. They were too fake and stuffy for her to tolerate.  Her date was tolerable, some random celebrity, Camden or something, that made little jokes here and there in an attempt to help time pass. Across the banquet hall, a woman caught Jasmine’s eye. She was tall, dark haired and dressed in a stunning dress but it wasn’t wearing her unlike some people in the room. She was the one with all the beauty.

Jasmine couldn’t help but focus on her.  Not to mention, the dress left very little to the imagination with its skin tight design. Her eyes roamed over the woman's biceps as they flexed when she brushed back her hair, her easy smile that sent a tidal wave of warmth over her, vibrant blue eyes that pierced through her. 

The woman turned away from her partner and found Jasmine across the sea of tables between them. She inhaled slightly as her eyes trail up and rake over her exposed body, watching them shift from light and playful to dark and hungry. Jasmine sat up just a little straighter, Camden whispering something funny to her. She laughed, quipping back with Camden as she felt eyes roaming over her again. She smirked to herself.

Time to have a little fun.

Jasmine flexed her back, pulling her hair to one side as she leaned over, bringing her hand to Camdens forearm and laughing with a wide smile. She could see the woman look over at her, locking eyes for a few beats before her lips slid into a grin, giving Jasmine a wink before returning to her conversation. Jasmine bit her lip and felt a flush come up over her cheeks. Damn, she was good

Eventually, the awards became too boring for Jasmine and she escaped  to the bathroom. She sighed and took some time to fix what had become of her makeup, staring at herself in the mirror when she heard the door swing open. She saw the vaguely familiar skin tight dress and dark hair before her eyes widened, nearly smearing her lipstick.

She smiled at Jasmine in the mirror, her tongue swiping over her lip.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Her voice was low and sent shivers down Jasmine's spine.

“Hey.” She said back, clicking the lid closed. The tall woman  came up behind her, hand wrapping over the edge of the sink. She lifted her head and looked into the mirror, met with blue eyes. “Sorry, I’ll move out of your way.”

“You’re alright,” she said, both hands resting on the edge of the white sink, boxing Jasmine, giving her nowhere to move. “I’m Daya.”

“Jasmine.”

“Jasmine,” Daya repeated, giving a small smile. “It fits you.”

She chuckled. “How so?” She turned around with a smile, coming face to face with Daya now, having to tilt her head up to actually look at her. She could smell Dayas perfume and god did it make her head spin.

“It’s pretty, like you.” She grinned, shifting a little closer to her. “Your date tonight not interesting?”

“She’s nice.” Jasmine said, looking Daya over and biting the inside of her lip subtly. “Just didn’t expect to have her here tonight.”

“Not your type?”

“No, not really.” She chuckled, looking up at her. "What about yours? You two seem to be getting along fine."

"Oh Bosco? We're just friends." She said quickly, a little blush coming onto her cheeks and Jasmine chuckled. Hot and cute.

"Really? Would've totally guessed she was your girlfriend or something. Looks like your type. Tall and sexy and kinda edgy."

"Yeah, no." Daya laughed. "Bos isn't my type." She swallowed before locking eyes with Jasmine, pupils darkening just a bit. "But you’re mine.” Daya said boldly, leaning down closer to Jasmine, small strands of her hair coming out from behind her ear. “Pretty, gorgeous eyes, red hair.” She whispered and leaned closer and closer at every detail until there was just an inch between their lips. Jasmine could feel her heart beating faster, eyes going back and forth between Dayas eyes and lips, swallowing as the taller woman grinned. 

“How about I make tonight a little bit better for the both of us, pretty girl.” She whispered. Silence filled the bathroom for a few moments, only the sound of Jasmine and Dayas breathing echoed in the room.

Jasmine stopped thinking and surged forward, locking their lips as her arms wrapped around Dayas neck. Daya reacted and her hands came off of the sink, gripping Jasmines hips as their lips melted together. Hands tangled in Dayas loose bun, tugging her closer to her lips and quietly moaning.

"Awards are over." Daya mumbled against her lips, teeth teasing over Jasmine bottom lip and making the girl moan again. "No one will notice if we don't come back."

Jasmines nails scratched at Dayas nape, making the taller girl groan, letting her get the upper hand and push her tongue into her mouth, catching Daya off guard and making her gasp. She pulled away with a teasing smile, lips puffy and her cheeks dusted in pink. "Let's get out of here."

#rpdr s14 #daya betty #jasmine kennedie #jasya #award show au #celebrity au

[castiellesbian]

What is YOUR ideal post-series situation for Sam, if you've given that much thought?

Yeah!! So when seasons 14-15 were airing, I was super into the idea of Sam leading a collective of hunters or becoming like the Bobby of the new generation. I do think he would move out of the Bunker (and with Eileen) and maybe he wouldn't go on many hunts himself anymore but I don't see him not trying to save people. Honestly in my view he'd never have kids either, but he would be a supportive community figure for hunters, their families, and monsters who need a safe place to go (or connect them to others who can help them, like Garth). That's my ideal scenario for him, but I was also interested in the witch!Sam theories that were going around at the time too. Basically anything other than the white-picket-fence ending they gave him though 💀

#s12 with the bmol and early s14 with the au!hunters really gave a taste of that endgame for sam #and i was really surprised they didnt follow through on it #not the worst crime though with everything else in mind :|

[mycabbagesmycabs]

#it’s ya boy villain jay #ninjago #fan art #jay walker #jay ninjago #lego ninjago #digital art #season 14 au #ninjago: the island #alternative season 14 #villain au #Jay: heeyyy Nya it’s meeeee the lightning ninja #he’s so silly #*points at v!Jay* THEATRE KID THEATRE KID THEATRE K #ninjago season 14 #ns14 #ninjago s14 #ninjago the island #villain jay

[numberonepartyboy]

ninjago one piece au....huh.

#im think of giving lloyd and jay only devil fruits bc i think its funnier that kai and nya can just control fire/water #also zane and pixal are still robots #cole is just a wall so like. yeah #lloyd has the energy devil fruit #and jay ate a zoan and now he can transform into a bluejay. he's the crew's mechanic/carpenter and a spy #< no one asked him to do that he just. does it. he's mischievous and an asshole in this au lmao #lloyd is obv captain kai n nya r his wings cole n pixal r the tanks and zane is the cook. also the fighter. jay is here also. #im thinking of giving fsm a dragon devil fruit and then giving it to nya bc of s14 #the crew has to defeat the big bad (that is their sister) #also maybe previous ems loguia devil fruits #zane master of disguises....🥺 #op x ninjago #< sure. whatever. (scared of the maintag)

[nomorenamesthat]

Tiny moments from the first Taskmaster s14 interview

Hm so this dig into your psyche thing?

#or: AU where Alex Horne is a school Latin prof and intramural football coach #or: got roped into being the school counselor #alex horne #little alex horne #taskmaster #taskmaster s14 #low quality gifs #gifs: mine

[egipci]

why should 14x10 be the jdm cameo?

lol ok I'm almost certain I've already obnoxiously brought this up to anyone who would listen --- and you know what, I'm going to do it again!

the short answer is: it would actually accomplish everything Lebanon tries to accomplish better. Which is namely 1. give us sexy old man JDM and 2. an excuse as to why he can't stay beyond the one episode.

Lebanon gives us the flimsiest possible reason as to why John has to leave-- because he's brought to the future from 2003, and his absence from the main timeline means chaos and disorder that leads to... Sam Jobs? You would think John's disappearance in 2003 would lead to the exact same thing as in 2005, i.e. Dean goes to Stanford to pick Sam up, and if he doesn't and the estrangement between the brothers continues, surely YED is still active in the world and out for Sam. If anything the alternate timeline should have been something like The End (though in good faith I suppose the Zachariah cameo is hinting at a delayed apocalypse?)

Lebanon's other failures include 1. a redundant rehashing of the Sam-John make-up we already saw in S5, which again John will not remember due to time travel, which leads to 2. no emotional resolution for Dean and John, despite the fact that it's Dean's wish that brings John back, and 3. the weird John characterization which has led to a fanon consensus that Lebanon!John is actually an apparition or an illusion of some kind and not the actual guy.

Now imagine John as part of Dean's illusory bar situation, maybe instead of Pamela, maybe he's there with Pamela. You can even throw Mary in there and have them have their sweet reunion moment. And then you can still have John be Dean's wish, you can still have a reason to kick him out at the end of the episode, you can still have Dean make the decision between this weird version of his dad and his shitty life he's now accepted, you can justify the weird John characterization, you can even have a moment of catharsis between John and Dean, perhaps as a play on 3x10, you can even still have them eyefucking each other over drinks. It just works better! It's even in character for AU!Michael who has a strong affinity to monsters (and djinns! it could have been a play on 2x20) and obsessed with his dad

MICHAEL: And, Sam -- oh, Sam… You know, Dean was his happiest when you quit hunting, leaving him with your dad, just the two of them.

It's so "right there" to me that I'm left like, Did I miss something great about Lebanon? Would this have been too boring and unimaginative? I don't know.

#I wrote a little flash about this also a while back #though it's not exactly s14 Dean in it #it's an au-au

[artificialqueens]

❤️ It's Just a Little Crush (Jasya) - Goodemethyd

summary: Daya invites herself to a protest with Jasmine.

a/n: this is for the protest prompt for the fic challenge. it's set in the same universe as this prompt

  Daya finished another batch of pastries, and she brought them out to the front to refill the case. She’d been baking more than ever with the steady flow of customers they’d had almost every day since Angeria Paris VanMicheals came into The Little Tea Shop, and she loved every minute of it. 

As much as she loved baking, Daya’s favorite part of working there was being able to hang out with Camden all day. And with as much business as they were getting lately, Daya was grateful that they wouldn’t have to close and she’d be able to do that for a long time.

Once she dropped the pastries off, she leaned against the counter and took advantage of a lull to catch up with Camden. They were deep in conversation about Camden’s dinner with Angeria when Jasmine walked up to the counter.

Jasmine was a regular customer, and she was definitely one of Daya’s favorites. She was always so nice to her and she always complimented her pastries.

“Your usual?” Camden asked, and when Jasmine nodded, Daya headed to the pastry case to grab one of her favorites. When she returned to the two of them, she overheard Jasmine talking about a protest she wanted to go to.

“What kind of protest?” Daya asked as she handed the pastry over.

“It’s for transgender rights,” Jasmine answered proudly. Daya had noticed the pin Jasmine always wore with the colors of the trans flag, but this was the first time she’d heard her talk about it, and her face absolutely lit up as she did.

“That’s so cool!”

“Daya, why don’t you take your break and go sit with Jasmine, and she can tell you all about it?” Camden suggested with a strange smirk on her face.

“Do you mind?” Daya asked. She didn’t want to intrude.

“Not at all,” Jasmine said with a bright smile.

Daya grabbed another pastry for herself, sugar free, and followed Jasmine to a free table. She took a seat across from her, and Jasmine started talking about the protest immediately. She was so animated, speaking with her hands, and she sounded so excited about everything she said. It was contagious, and Daya found herself completely drawn in, a smile spreading across her own face to match Jasmine’s.

“That sounds really cool! Would you mind if I went with you?” Daya usually wasn’t in the habit of inviting herself to things, but Jasmine made it sound like somewhere she really wanted to be.

“Oh my god! Yeah!” Jasmine practically shouted, her smile growing even wider before trying to be more nonchalant. “I mean, if you wanted to come, that would be cool.”

“Cool!”

Daya got all the details so she could meet up with Jasmine at the protest on Saturday, and then she headed back to work after they finished their tea and pastries.

“Finally,” Camden said once Daya was behind the counter again.

“What? My break wasn’t that long.”

Camden laughed and shook her head, mumbling something under her breath about how that wasn’t what she meant. But she refused to elaborate no matter how many times Daya asked.

~~~

On Saturday, Daya showed up at the protest with a smile on her face. She waved at Jasmine as soon as she saw her with a transgender flag wrapped around her shoulders like a cape.

“Hi!” Daya greeted her once they were standing in front of each other.

“Hi!” Jasmine said back, and then looked Daya up and down. “Damn. You clean up good.”

It was the first time Jasmine had seen her out of her apron and work uniform. More often than not when Daya was baking she was covered from head to toe in flour. Today, her hair and clothes were flour free, and she was wearing one of her favorite outfits, so she was happy that Jasmine noticed.

“Why, thank you,” Daya replied with a laugh. “And you look amazing, as always.” Jasmine was very pretty, and Daya had definitely noticed. Her red hair was always styled perfectly, and today was no exception.

“Thank you,” Jasmine said, and Daya noticed that her cheeks were red. She was grateful she’d put on sunblock earlier so that hers hopefully wouldn’t end up the same way.

“Oh, hey, I brought you this.” Daya handed over the paper bag she held in her hand that was filled with a couple of Jasmine’s favorite pastries, the ones she always ordered at The Little Tea Shop. On a last minute whim Daya had added a trans flag decoration on the top.

When Jasmine opened the bag and saw what was inside, a huge smile broke out on her face and she practically threw herself at Daya, wrapping her arms around her in a tight hug. Daya giggled when she hugged her back.

“I’m sorry,” Jasmine said, pulling away almost as quickly as she’d lunged at Daya. “Sorry. Thank you. This is so sweet. I just got excited. I didn’t mean… Sorry.” She fumbled and bumbled her way through a combined apology and thank you.

“It’s fine,” Daya assured her, and she couldn’t stop smiling at how cute and endearing Jasmine was. Then she wondered where that thought came from. Was she developing a crush on Jasmine?

Throughout the rest of the protest, Daya realized that she was definitely developing a crush on Jasmine. Every time Jasmine looked at her, it brought a smile to Daya’s face. Her energy was so contagious while she was here in her element, protesting about something she was so passionate about, and Daya found herself completely drawn in.

Daya wasn’t sure exactly what to expect when she’d asked to come to the protest with Jasmine. What she did know was that in a hundred years she never would have predicted that she would end up with a newfound crush.

#rpdr fanfiction #s14 #daya x jasmine #jasmine kennedie #daya betty #trans character #lesbian au #fic challenge #pride 2022 #useless lesbians #goodemethyd

[adammilligan]

i do love the fact that there was actually a version of michael who was a complete genocidal maniac actually. because you have michael kind of (lovingly) bullying adam over getting his little job because he's an archangel and he thinks it's stupid and adam's like :( you are SO mean to me sometimes. and meanwhile apocalypse world is sitting there absolutely devastated like 🌎

#they should've gotten out in s14. it would've been SO fucking funny #michael voice i'm allowed to be mean to him because i love him. anyone else tries it and it's on sight #adam voice he's so mean :( he's the worst thing that ever happened to me and i love him for some reason #apocalypse world survivor voice yeah au!michael ravaged the landscape and hunted us for sport and we spent every waking moment fearing life #etc etc #kate rambles

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

What AU ideas do you have for s14? I'm curious 👀

I’ll put the title of the au and the ship(s), and if anyone is interested in a specific au, I’ll explain more in a different post.

-Magic AU (Jasco with Pillby in the background)

-Soulmates AU (Jasya with Camgeria and platonic Willsco)

-Magical Girl AU (Camine with Willgeria and Dayasco background)

- Vampire AU (Jasyasco with Camgeria and Rosnali background)

- Love Letter AU (Jasya, also potentially part of the wedding planner AU, if we get that far in the future)

I think that’s it! Also take a wild guess what my favorite ship is lmao

#s14 aus #asks #y’all don’t know how much I loved s14

[so-art-decooo]

met by chance

jasco office au

might continue this later but for now its a oneshot :))

ao3

The elevator dinged when it reached her floor, the big metal doors opening for her to step inside. 

Jasmine worked a mundane receptionist job on the top floor of an executive office building, relieved to finally go home and enjoy her Friday night after a long week. Her stuffy blazer and restrictive pencil skirt were getting uncomfortable, her feet were blistering from her new high heels, and all she wanted to do was get back to her apartment as soon as possible and cuddle up with her cats. 

It had gotten ominously dark out, the trees outside starting to sway from heavy gusts of wind. She hoped she could make it home before it started pouring.

Once inside the elevator, she pushed the button to take her to the ground level. As soon as it started making its way down, a loud clap of thunder rattled through the building, making her jump. The elevator stopped a few floors down, opening its doors to let someone else in. 

An intimidating-looking woman stepped inside, and the faint scent of her sweet musky perfume permeated the small enclosure. She didn’t look at Jasmine as she entered the elevator, just opting to lean against the opposite wall. Jasmine couldn’t help but eye her from the side of her gaze. 

Whoever she was she looked very important. She wore a pressed black work suit with red lining and red-bottomed heels to match. Her features were strikingly beautiful with her sharp brows and painted lips. She had taken off her jacket to hold with her briefcase and had the top buttons of her blouse opened. Jasmine would be lying if she said she wasn’t staring a little.

Another loud crack of thunder brought Jasmine out of her daze and caused both women to look up at each other. The lights at the top of the elevator flickered before they dimmed out, the elevator jolting to a hard stop as the hum of electricity silenced. 

“No, no, no, shit,” Jasmine panicked, trying to press every button possible to get them to start moving again. Pieces of her strawberry-blonde hair fell from its french twist in her frazzled state as she tried banging on the door once the former option had failed.

“Why don’t you try pressing the emergency call button, princess?” The woman mocked, raising an eyebrow at her.

Jasmine was too intimidated to say anything back, just opting to listen to what she said instead. But neither woman was pleased when the guy on the other end said that nearly every building on the block had also lost power, and it would probably be one-to-two hours before they got the elevator working again. 

“Fucking great,” the other black-haired woman hissed. She checked her phone, "you getting any service in here?"

Jasmine pulled out her phone to check, "Nope, nothing," she answered. 

“Well…I guess we’re gonna be here a while,” she sighed, sinking down to sit on the floor, “I’m Bosco, by the way.” 

“Jasmine,” she said, slowly moving to join her on the ground.

“Pretty name,” Bosco said.

“Thanks,” Jasmine blushed.

“So what do you do here Jasmine?” 

“Oh, I’m just a receptionist a few floors up,” Jasmine mustered out, intimidated, “How about you?”

“Executive Assistant,” Bosco stated, “trust me it’s not as impressive as it sounds,” she winked, making Jasmine giggle and easing her nerves.

More thunder boomed outside, making them both flinch.

“Jesus, it sounds like it’s crazy out there right now,” said Bosco.

“Right? I can’t believe the power’s out now of all times on a fucking Friday night when we just wanna go home.”

“It’s homophobic, really,” Bosco joked, smiling fondly when she heard Jasmine’s belly laugh.

"Completely!" Jasmine agreed, still laughing. "Ugh, it's been such a long day, or week, actually. My boss won't stop yelling at me for the littlest things. The copy machine in the office broke today, so everyone was jumping down my throat as if it was my problem, I accidentally spilled coffee on someone's desk like a klutz, and the phone was ringing off the hook today, not to mention my heels have been giving me fucking blisters that hurt like hell--" 

Jasmine stopped herself mid-ramble, "I'm sorry, I know I talk a lot."

Bosco smiled sincerely, not having broken eye contact with her through her whole spiel, "No, it's okay, I like it."

Jasmine blushed, looking down at her hands in her lap. She was a little taken aback--most people found her habitual ranting and chattering to be annoying.

She watched as Bosco grabbed a pen from her briefcase and scribbled it on the back of one of her business cards. 

"Here," Bosco handed the card to her, "I know some people on your floor, so if anyone ever gives you trouble up there just text me and let me know whose ass I have to kick."

Jasmine laughed, flattered that the woman was being so protective of her. "Thank you, I appreciate it," she said, looking down at Bosco's handwriting on the card.

Bosco checked her watch, looking at the time, "Looks like my cats are gonna get a late dinner tonight," she laughed.

"Aw, you have cats too?" Jasmine's eyes lit up.

Pulling out their phones, they both shared photos of their cats, fawning over each other's pictures. 

They chatted for a long time, talking about their lives and their jobs, just getting to know each other. Jasmine was surprised at how well they clicked. An hour, maybe an hour and a half had gone by in a flash, neither of them bothering to keep track of time after a while. 

Before they could process it, the lights came back on, blinding the two of them initially, and the buzz of the elevator resumed as they started descending to the ground floor. 

The two of them laughed in celebration as they helped each other off the floor to finally get out of the small space.

They exited the lobby of the building together. The sun had gone down and the streets were dark. It was still raining pretty hard out. 

"Do you need a ride home?" Bosco turned to ask her. 

"Oh no it's okay, I was just going to call for a cab,"

"Don't be silly. I'm not letting you stand outside when it's this dark and rainy, come on," Bosco insisted, holding out her arm for Jasmine to take.

Jasmine took her arm, walking with Bosco to her car. The drive home was silent yet comfortable. Bosco kept sneaking glances at her from the driver's seat, making Jasmine's stomach erupt with butterflies, but she pretended not to notice. 

The street lights outside highlighted Jasmine's beautiful soft features as they whizzed past them on the highway, Bosco couldn't help but look over at her. 

When Bosco pulled up to Jasmine's building, she parked in front and met Jasmine's gaze. 

"Thank you so much for taking me home," Jasmine said appreciatively. 

"Of course," Bosco put her hand on her arm with a warm smile, making Jasmine's heart leap out of her chest at the gesture. 

Jasmine got out of the car, turning back once more to wave goodbye.

"Hey Jasmine," Bosco rolled her window down and called out.

Jasmine whipped her head back around, "Yeah?"

"Let me take you out for a drink next weekend, we can take the stairs next time,"

Jasmine laughed, "Yeah, I'd like that a lot."

"Perfect, just text me,” Bosco said with a wink before driving off. 

Jasmine waved as she left, finally home after a long day. The door closed behind her and she sighed in relief, yet still unable to wipe the giddy smile off her face. 

#bosco #jasmine kennedie #jasco #office au #rpdr s14 #rpdr fanfic #idk kinda hate this title but i couldnt think of anything else lol #met by chance #my fics

[caffeine-high]

sometimes i wonder who i would be if i hadn't been obsessed with rvb when i was a teenager

but i also wonder even more who i would be if i was still watching it actively now

#like i was obsessed 2012 to 2016 #it is still such an important show for me tho #but i stopped actively watching the new episodes after s14 #and i think that did very well for me #my canon ending is the s13 finale with s14 just a bunch of fun au (maybe) bits #and i think that did wonders for me #i still go back and re-watch the series up until s13 tho #cuz i still love it dearly #but i have no desire to watch any of the newer stuff #rvb #red vs blue

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

Cruisin for a bruisin

did I create a whole new au because I was on my way to work and happened to be listening to the teen beach movie soundtrack? yes, yes i did. am i subjecting everyone else to read it? yes, yes i am and i hope you enjoy! also happy camden day to all who celebrate!!

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Bosco pulled off her helmet, shaking out her hair and getting her normal bouncy curls back. They loved a good long ride on their bike but nothing quiet beat walking into the old familiar diner she’d spent most of her summer as a kid and teen.

“No way, Bosco?” A voice said before pulling the brunette into a hug. “Holy shit it’s been forever!”

“Daya!” They laughed and hugged back. “Good to see you too, you look good.”

“Woah, did I just get a compliment?” The blonde laughed. “Cities made you soft. Come on, I got a good booth.” Before she knew it, she was pulled into a seat with her friend, happily chatting about their lives now and everything that happened.

As she was listening to Dayas story, Boscos attention shifted over to a woman at one of the stools, seemingly sitting all by herself. She had a bikini on, the pastel pink gingham suiting her skin incredibly well but what really made her hard to miss was fiery red curls going down her back.

“Bos? Hello?” Daya waved a hand over their eyes, making her jump and focus back on her friend. “Thought I lost you a minute.” Her eyes followed where Bosco was looking before a smirk came onto her lips.

“What?”

“We’ve been talking for five minutes and you’re already sniffing out the pretty girls. You really can’t teach an old dog new tricks.”

Bosco shot Daya a glare, getting some chuckles from her friend. “I do admit, Camden is a beauty but there’s no ways she’d be into people like us.”

Camden. That’s her name, for her in a way Bosco couldn’t quite grasp fully. “She hasn’t met me yet.” She challenged and got up, ignoring Daya before heading over to the stools. “Mind if I take this seat?”

Camden looked over at her, lips painted with a light red. “Oh yes! Seats free so don’t worry about stealing.”

Boscos ears perked up at the accent, liking how it sounded. She looked Camden up and down, careful to be noticed by the redhead and went to open her mouth before she was stopped.

“If you’re trying to see if you can get a date out of me, the answer is no.” She said with a sharp quickness and a cutting stare, catching the brunette off guard. “I don’t go out with biker brats.”

“I was going to introduce myself but alright.” She said after regaining some of her composure, her cool persona and smile coming back to Camden. “I’m Bosco.”

“Bosco? Sounds quite interesting.”

“Has a fun story behind it if you’d want to hear it.”

Camden usually had no time for any of the bikers that crawled around the diner, always stopping in and trying to flash her some charm. But Bosco just seemed different m. There was mystery in her eyes and something that made her want to know more, almost like a sirens call deep in their eyes.

“Alright then, humor me with this story.”

“Took it from my dog. He died so couldn’t let a good name go to waste.” She said with a grin, although not as cocky as her previous one. Camdens eyes widened a little and her jaw dropped slightly. She had to cover her mouth to hide her little bits of laughter. Bosco smiled, a sense of ease coming over her.

“That’s an awful story.”

“I’m sorry, how about I make it up to you with a milkshake. On me.”

Camden thought about it playfully, liking how the brunette fiddled with her jacket sleeve slightly before smiling at her. “Deal.”

They grinned widely, slightly pointed teeth coming into view. “Perfect, I’ll see you here tomorrow then. It’s a date.” Boscos said with a victorious smirk before walking away, leaving a stunned Camden as she walked out, waving goodbye to Daya and getting back on her bike. She looked at Camden through the window and gave her a wink before getting her helmet on and riding away.

Camden couldn’t quite fight off the blush or the lingering thoughts about Bosco. Maybe she’d bend her rules, just this once.

#rpdr s14 #lady camden #bosco #camsco #idk if this should be a beach au or a biker au #beach biker au?

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