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boxwinebaddie · 4 months

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HI NINA! does jersey kyle smoke (cigs)? cuz i saw the pinterest boards with cigs so it got me curious

HI ANON!!!!!!!!!!

me: *sprints and catapults myself over the 9437324 questions i have about where rm6 went to answer this question abt the pinterest*

which, i'll talk more about it later but, long story short: i had a really bad panic attack lmaoooo ( shocker!!! ) and took it down bc of stress, i am still trying to decide what i want to do: sorry for being insane, rip.

BUT AAAAAAAH!!!! when i tell you i got so excited about this omg!!!! it's really lame but i am very dorky abt the pinterest, i love her sm. like i know its mostly just a writing tool/creative outlet for me, but it warms my heart to see you guys keeping up with it, enjoying it and analyzing it. ur always welcome to ask me questions about it <3333

& if i am in the right mood, i will exchange your curiosity for ~canon~

btw, baby: i am Always in the right mood. ;)

to which i will say! ding Ding DING! you are CORRECT, anon!....sigh. jersey kyle does....unfortunately smoke cigarettes ( BOOOOOO!!!! )

i KNOW! it sucks so bad ( every1 wants him to quit so bad ) but does, however, align with every part of his character...if you think about it.

basically they suppress his appetite :///, give him a reason to go outside/get away from people during social gatherings, its habitual, trauma-bonded with his ocd and his ptsd which is pretty much the main reason jersey smokes/keeps a pack on him 25/8 because when he has particularly fucked up and upsetting Stan Episode where his vision tunnels, and the shaking starts and he's hyperventilating and seeing stan in every person on the street: smoking a cigarette is the only thing that relaxes him enough to come down off that ledge. :(

but uncle nina...you might be wondering, you bright and brilliant thing you, but why did jersey kyle even Start smoking cigarettes?! kyle is smart and careful! cigarettes are bad for you! why would kyle do something so dangerous? careless? stupid? reckless, even! HUH!

to which, i would tell you my darling, that kyle's smoking habit started the same way all stupid, bad and dangerous things start...

*narrows eyes menacingly*

...with a Boy, of course.

annnnd i can feel the pitchforks sharpening already and nO IT IS NOT!!!! TOLKIEN!!!!!!!!!!! it was a boy in kyles undergrad ( which tolkien is, technically, in kyle's law class but he is a sweet and lovely boy who has never done anything wrong in his life! you leave him alone, you hear me!!! it's not him! BACK, i say! ) who i cannot name.

not yet. but know it is not smokin' tolkien & it's not...who u think it is.

but i digress: a boy. A BOY!!!!!! not!!!! i repeat nAUGhT!!!! a boyFRIEND kyle does not do 'boyfriends', like kyle barely does friends and kyle only ~does~ boys in the literal sense and leaves them on the side of the road, heartbroken, in the rain, in their underwear, crying ( tldr he just sleeps w/ guys & rips their heads off like jwoww ) like!!! if oh my god, if you value ur Life, you will not do so much as to insinuate that kyle can feel regular human emotions, let alone romantic ones, EW!

also how very dare you: he is in Mourning! he is WIDOWED!!!! HELLO!

*waves the 11 year old stan 'temporary me' ring around as evidence*

buuuuuut there was a guy in kyle's class....like freshman year of college ( also oh my god aw!! wittle kyle! still evil but...softer ) who was holy shit??? MORE unpleasant and disinterested than he was??? like very nihilistic and depressing, mysterious, messy, rugged, unrefined but...intriguing to kyle? it did help that he was stupid hot and he had a sexy, raspy voice smh...kyle...stand up, oh my god.

and they bonded over being angsty and how stupid everyone was and hating everyone and kyle saw him....semi-regularly....(all the time) and if you ask kyle, he's a mistake and 'some guy i slept with idk' but i would call him the asshole guy that broke kyle's nonexistent heart freshman year who is the only person besides trump with a LIFETIME BAN FROM THE BLONDIES HAUS!! ITS THAT SERIOUS!!!!

because not only!!!!!!! did he make kyle sad!!!!! he also smoked all the time!!!!!!! and kyle started smoking cigarettes because of Him!!!!!! like they stopped seeing eachother and kyle KEPT SMOKING!!! FMLLLL

it was their...*eye twitch* th....ing. eUuueuuguugGH.

ANYWAYS! he is no longer at columbia...he was only there for that year...but he is STILLLLLL on my shit list...if i see him on the streets its so over for him let me tell you!!! *cracks my knuckles*

i hate boys, you guys!!!! BOO, BOYS!!!!

however, there is only one exception and it is for gods angel himself

ravenstan :') <3333 ( i love you baby, you're perfect mWAH )

who!!! has asthma and actually does not...have great lungs because of all the....sIIIIIIGH...smoke he inhaled during The Incident. like he is genuinely really scared of things being lit on fire in general because of The Incident and says he doesn't like cigarettes because they are bad for you and the environment but tbh...they remind him of randy who smoked a lot of cigs before smoking weed and used tiny stan?? as a HUMAN ASHTRAY???? like put one out on him one time really drunk as a punishment and he still has that scar on his upper thigh :(

( i...don't know if kyle knows that. i think he does, but also stan tried to keep a lot of randys abuse a secret from kyle because he did not want kyle to worry abt him and also was trying to keep shelley and his mom safe by taking the brunt of it so randy marsh Die challenge )

with that said, stan does NOT like smoking. which, no one does but usually kyle is just like fuck you, fuck off whateva!!

but i wanna say that the first time kyle pulled a pack of cigarettes out around raven, he got reeeeally pale started patting down the sides of his pants really frantically searching for something...so naturally kyle said something very annoying like "if ya lookin' for your dignity, you're not gonna find it in those tiny pants, scarlet sunset" hdlsahd

and ravenstan was like AahahAaha!!! funnY! but like very obviously scared and freaked out and was like "ahahaa you...you smoke?? i didnt...u-uh" *gulps* omg and kyle is like ????? Side Eye??? "yeah, i mean, don't you? don't all you little rockstar celebrity boys light up?"

and ravenstan is just like "woaaah! not Me, new jersey! i have asthma remember?" *goes to pull something out of his pocket and its like a half melted fucking candy bar or something oh my God* then defeated is like ( rip ) "this....is where i would pull out my inhaler but i forgot it...Again." im fucking crying hes so lame....smh...sTAN!!!

but kyle is too busy being SHOCKED AS FUCK because??? "yOU ACTUALLY HAVE ASTHMA I THOUGHT YOU WERE JOKING!!"

and stan is like "nono! im not! if i were joking i would say its because"

*pierced punk rock emo boy eyebrow wiggle* "~you're breathtaking~"

then immediately is like wAITLhlkshd and waving his arms backpedalling sweatin like "but Joking!! like because i was trying to be FUNNY, you know? not because you aren't bre-uh, taking, uh! not because you don't take my br-breath a-away...s-see?"

and its really funny bc hes actually out of breath and does the stupid ugly stan laugh and the finger gun and mean scary jersey is like is like oh my god why do i feel sick why is my face wArM??? and puts the cig away and realizes for the first time in years, he did not....need that cigarette? and got distracted by how cute and lame raven was being?

which....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

i know what you ARE, kyle broflovski!!!!!!!! a boy with a CRUSH! GAy!

so actually a large side plot of rm later on is...jersey kyle trying to quit smoking because of ravenstan ;-;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; <3333 eWEWEW!!!

because he has really bad panic attacks, doesnt like it and obviously because it fucks up his lungs really bad ( in reverse pep!fashion, i do actually think jersey does nag raven abt his inhaler constantly ) BUT!

if u want the secret, pathetic reason...which is my favorite reason...its that kyle wants to kiss raven Soooo Bad skdhlshd. SO BAD YALL!!!

bc hes SO CUUUTE and as such!!!!! a very pretty boy who smiles and laughs literally all the time, mind you!!! jersey kyle is Constantly staring at his mouth especially when he does the dramatic soft boi stan pout!!! especially the fucking lip ring!!! and is scared hes going to ruin everything bc raven smells like the worlds most beautiful chai tea latte & hes going to fuck it ALL up by tasting like...u guessed it...

....cigarette smoke.

I HATE IT HERE!!! I REALLY DO!!!! :((( AAAAAAAH GAY PEOPLE!

but yeah...tldr: kyle does smoke cigarettes. we all hate it, i know. but i am blaming the stupid boy kyle was sleeping with freshman year who convinced him to start smoking and STOPPED SEEING HIM!!! DIE! he is in....denial about it. he is also convinced he can stop anytime but that its not a problem....smh. there is a small part of him that wants to stop, tho...he just hasnt really found the right reason to...

uuuuuntil now ;)

-uncle nina, the anti-smoking agenda

#I AM SO SORRY I HAD WAY TOO MUCH TO SAY ABT IT #i will say the identity of the boy doesnt matter that much i just like to be annoying abt the identity of the side chars #but we hate him and its not the boy u think #either of them #BUT ALSO NOT AWKWARD RAVEN HELPING CURE KYLES CIGARETTE ADDICTION #WHY AM I CRYING #also hes so cute im literally...like baby you are the lead singer of a band will u ACT like it and stop acting a FOOL #speaking of...kyle....down so horrendous #AND FOR THE MOST PATHETIC BOY EVER #i cant believe this...oh my god #the way he wants to kiss him so bad hes like im gonna quit so i can kiss him all the time #LIKE SHUT UP #AND STILL HAVE THE AUDACITY TO BE LIKE #BUT LIKE WHATEVER U KNOW HES JUST A BOY #LIKE THAT IS THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE BITCH #YOURE TEMPORARIED!!!!!#also its stressful bc stan is simaltaneously setting off the phantom theres stan disorder #and also the reason kyle wants to quit so his brain is like WHAT THE FUCK??????? WHAT??? FUCK???? THE????

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bratkook · 8 months

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I didn't realize how much I missed the 2.5 couple until I started reading Part 3! I loved every single second of it. As a writer, sometimes you get characters that are so effortless together that they write their own story and you as the writer are just along for the ride. That's what I feel these two characters are. I feel like these two just speak to you, and you simply write down what they're saying. They feel that real. They continue to remain one of my absolute favorite JK fanfiction couples.

I loved the scene when he was trying to fix the faucet and she decides to sit on him. It was so innocently sexual because she didn't realize what she was doing to him at first. Then she realized and decided to tease him. I think he did a pretty good job controlling himself there! It was such a perfect sexy times meets domestic scene. I loved it. That whole scene gives new meaning to the phrase "quid pro quo"! He fixed her pipes, so she fixed his "pipe"!

And then after some smokin' hot smut we got some funny scenes about the hickey, her hair, and his panty stealing! LOL I like that she got along with friends and they're already ganging up on JK. You can tell that they accepted her into their little group very quickly.

I can't wait to read more from them!

ahh thank you!! writing them is definitely so easy for me but still just as exciting 🥹 hahaha i love that “he fixed her pipes, so she fixed his pipe” thank u again for enjoying their story🫶🏼

#bratkook.exe #two point five

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saints-and-sinners · 3 years

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The readers name is Natasha.

This story takes place in season11 ep 8.

No under 18s,

Smut, swearing, if u dont like dont read, mild angst

She is part of Ricks original group and supported Rick in everything he decided, except killing Negans Group at the outpost. Natasha is highly intelligent and knows that both Rick and Negan will do whatever they can to protect their group. Shes loyal to her family but disagrees with what they did.

When Negan captured the group, the night he killed Abraham and Glenn , she hid in the trees. They were her friends. She had to protect her family and that is why she decided to go undercover and become Negans best tracking girl. The two shared something, but she had to look out for her family. That is why she double crossed him, so Rick could save everyone at Alexandria. She gave Rick the upper hand in the final battle.

When Rick, took Negan, captive she stayed far from him because of the feelings she had and the guilt she harbored if he had died. The two shared occasional looks as he was planting. Negan had tried to confront her but he himself had harboured guilt. Not guilt for killing Abraham and Glenn, guilt for failing his community, guilt for not winning her over when he had the chance.... And he had a chance.

A Negan P. O. V

Although most of the group have forgave Negan, most of them never forgot what he did either. He proved that he still has humanity when he ironically killed Alpha. Maybe she could still forgive him, after all she was the one who let him out. She trusted him for a small portion and he was never going to throw that trust away.

NATASHA P. O. V

Last year had been tough, Gabriel had convinced her to face her inner demons regarding Negan, and hell she wasnt one to listen to the Father, but she knew what he was saying was true. Being part of the few people in Alexandria who knew battle strategies, she knew Negan had a good chance. She also knew that she might be sending him to his death bed for a second time and that part hurt her. She hadnt been the nicest person in the world, and here she was risking his life for her family all over again. He brought out the worst in her.

Thats when Negan showed he could be human. When she had found out about how Alpha treated Lydia, she was skeptical to welcome her to the group, much of Alexandria didnt trust Lydia. But after seeing how Lydia treated Negan being the one person who did not know his past, she didnt judge, she knew Alexandria needed a fresh start. Lydia had grown accustomed to her, like a big sister almost like her own child. She was proud of the girl for having stood up for herself against her own mother, another relationship worth mentioning was Lydia and Negan, Natasha wouldnt stop her from visiting him. She knew he provided her the comfort of a father she never had.

...........................................................

Months had gone past and nothing eventfull happened, until one day Maggie arrived. Natasha was honestly very relieved to see her, with one tiny worry, Negan.

She went to check on him, when he caught her off guard.

Negan : it seems like judgement day has arrived (Maggie)

Natasha : well, so has independance day, were going on a mission to get our food back. Once were done you're free to go.

Negan :You really know how to take charge.

Natasha : it was Carols suggestion,

Negan : explains why i am still alive.

Natasha : Cant keep you chained up here forever, now, can i??

Negan : you and I have very different views on that,

Natasha : im sure we do.

..............................................................

The briefing on the mission was simple, after days of hunting and Maggie already trying to kill Negan more than twice. The Reapers Managed to seperate us from Daryl and the rest and somehow Natasha and Negan were stuck with eachother.

Negan : Well, shit if that aint fuckin holy smokin fuckin moley great.

Natasha :Urgh

Negan : Well, guess we're gonna be a while.

Natasha :best get going then.

Negan :You really loving this suicide mission arent ya??

Natasha :im not gonna die with you on my ass, now lets go.

Negan :damn

After hours of walking and nothing said between the two, Natasha, finally stopped by an abandoned house.

Natasha : We'll stay here for the night.

Negan :fine with me

After another unspoken silence between the two Negan finally spoke up : Was i that bad of a host??

Natasha : What?

Negan : with the saviours..

Natasha looks at him before leaning her head against a tree :.. No, no, you treated people just fine.

Negan : then? All that time youve been avoiding me, dont think i havent noticed?

Natasha : Your beard sucked.

They both laugh.

Natasha : am i really that much of a bitch???

Negan : yes, but only to me. Youre my bitch.

Natasha smiles : i hate you.

Negan drawls : i know, you do and i love it.

Natasha : urggh, Goodnight asshole.

Negan : Goodnight, sweetheart.

Its around 2a.m and Natasha can hear rustling she wakes up to see negan fiddling with his shirt.

Natasha : what is it.

Negan : nothing, ticks??

Natasha : let me see..

Negan :no

Natasha takes out her knife and holds it against his throat, leaning over him sternly saying : let. Me. See

Negan holds up his hand : damn woman.

She lifts up his shirt to check for anything and sees a small slash, not big to kill him but enough to need 2 stitches.

Natasha :... Is it???

Negan : an arrow from the reapers..

Natasha : fuck man, you idiot why didnt you tell me? I have the medical kit.

Negan : well, i didnt fucken know.

Natasha : let me disinfect it.

She helps him take off his shirt and sits ontop of him with a leg on eitherside. She sees to his wound and Negan, just looks at her the entire time. Until he flinches...

Natasha : all done.

She puts the needle away whilst still ontop of him and then looks down...

Negan grabs her and Kisses her, she reciprocates the kiss and pulls away, to slap him. He looks at her with a stern look, and then flips her over under him.

Negan :almost 7 fucking years without a goddamn word and now you want to fuck me???

Natasha : i would have fucked you if you didnt have wives.

Negan : goddamn woman that mouth

Let me know for a part 2...

😜😜😜😜

#Jdm #Negan #Twd #Daddy #Daryldixon #Maggie #Smut #Kinktober

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gaarasgirlfriend · 4 years

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claimed

bakugou x reader - demigod/pjo au!

in which the son of ares guides the cute new camper to her cabin

“dude have you seen the new arrival? she’s smokin’ hot! 10 drachmas says she’s an aphrodite kid.” kaminari, son of apollo, told his friends.

hours ago, kaminari was on his way to bother chiron again, wanting to go on a quest because he was ‘bored out of his mind’ but before he could even get a word out he was met by a stranger. a very beautiful stranger. a stranger who kept glancing down at chiron’s hooves.

ah. she was new to the camp.

chiron was telling the girl about the camp’s layout, pointing over to the volleyball court where kaminari’s sister, jirou, also a child of apollo, was playing with momo who was a daughter of athena.

“i know it’s a lot to process.” chiron said, a sympathetic smile on his face.

“no kidding. the other day i was just taking a nap trying to do my algebra homework and now you’re telling me that greek gods exist and that medusa and minotaurs are real and would very much like to kill me.” the girl said.

“the woes of being a demigod...” chiron mused.

the centaur looked up to see kaminari watching the pair, “ah kaminari my boy, come here.”

‘gladly’ he thought, checking out the girl.

“y/n this is kaminari son of-”

“kaminari, son of apollo. it’s a pleasure.” kaminari grabbed her hand and kissed her hand.

“do all children of aphrodite do this? because i’m more creeped oout by this than any gorgon sister honestly.” y/n said, taking her hand back after kaminari kissed her hand.

“i’m actually a child of apollo but i’m sure that my good looks confused you~ it’s okay~” he chuckled.

“this whole interaction will be so funny if i ended up being a child of apollo.” she suddenly mentioned, which made the blonde-haired boy freeze up.

“i- are you-” he started to say.

“don’t worry though, it’s my mom who left.” she said, with a slightly hurt tone that kaminari picked up on, after feeling the same way for 13 years he could recognize another lonely person from a 100 miles away.

he suddenly smiled, “ don’t worry, you’ll find family at this camp.” he patted her back as he directed her over towards the cabins, waving bye to chiron as he left to scold mineta, a satyr, for harassing yet another wood nymph again

“bet you’re hoping that you’re not part of that family after flirting with me.” she snorted.

kaminari’s face flushed, “it’s a habit!”

currently he was telling the bakusquad (nickname given by mina after the five of them were on a quest) about the girl he was with earlier.

“ i hope she ends uo being your sister. that’ll really teach you not to flirt with every girl you see.” sero, child of hermes, said while shaking his head.

“i guess falling for relatives runs in the family. izuku’s dad for example.” mina joked. izuku’s father, zeus, wed his sister, hera, who had no children at this camp out of loyalty.

“be careful saying shit like that you pink haired dumbass! you never know when zeus is feeling less merciful than usual.” bakugou, son of ares, seethed.

“aww! bakugou~ you care for me~” mina teased the boy who was sharpening his sword.

a pair of crimson eyes rolled as the owner scoffed, “better pray to morpheus because that would only happen in your dream you fucker.”

the group laughed at the blonde boy who continued raging at the pink-haired girl.

“anyways, i’ll take you up on your offer kaminari! we had an aphrodite kid two weeks ago so i don’t think we’d have another one so soon.” kirishima said.

the redheaded son of hephaestus was sitting on the floor, tinkering with some weapons, with sero and mina sitting down with him.

“me too.” bakugou’s gruff voice called out.

the group looked back at him, eyebrows raised.

he gave them a wicked smile, “i’m just praying that she ends up being a child of apollo.” he started to cackle, the rest of the group, excluding kaminari, joining him.

“where is she now? i want to meet her!” sero said, standing up.

“yeah me too!”

“same here!”

“i was going to show her around but then jirou and momo took over. jirou said that i ‘wasn’t to be trusted with any girl’. it hurt! i wasn’t going to pursue her until after she got claimed!” kaminari sighed, shaking his head.

“as they should. they probably saw you kissing the poor girl’s hand and decided to save her.” mina said.

“yeah, yeah, whatever. anyways sero! you ready to fight bakugou?” kaminari said.

the boy got his sword and stood up, “been ready but you were on that tangent about that chick.”

“whatever. anyways let’s start.” bakugou said.

meanwhile while they were fighting, you were with momo and jirou. it really surprised you when you found out that they were brother and sister, given his bold personality and jirou’s chillness.

“okay so sero is going to show you to the hermes cabin, where you’ll be staying at until you’re claimed.” momo explained to you.

“got it! is sero a son of hermes?” you asked.

“yes, he’s been at this camp since he was 12. most of the campers have been here since they were 12 but once in a while we get an older kid like you.” jirou explained.

“how about you guys? how long have you been here?” you asked curiously.

“we actually arrived together. we went to the same school and we er, ran away together after a cyclops attacked us while we were camping.” momo said.

“oh gosh, that was probably terrifying.” you mumbled.

“it was. but luckily there was a satyr there who helped us.” momo said.

talking a bit more, you guys finally made it in front of the arena where sero supposedly was. the arena was a huge conference building that towered over most of the other buildings. it was between the cabins and the armory.

“oh my god, this is the arena?? it looks like the roman coliseum! it’s huge!” you said, amazed by the big building.

“wait till you see the amphitheater and climbing wall.” jirou snickered.

“a climbing wall? what?” you looked at jirou.

momo chuckled, pulling you inside of the building, “come along now.”

walking inside of the building, you were met with about 50 people inside of the building. a few of them spared you a glance or waved to momo and jirou but other than that, everyone went back to their training. the room was lined with dummies and weapons. the sounds of angry grunts, yells, and swords clashing seemed to fill the air as you looked around in amazement.

‘holy shit! that kid’s hands are glowing! and he’s? making the dummy levitate? who is he the child of and can i have magical powers too?’ you thought to yourself.

you looked towards the back of the arena to see a small group circling two swordsmen. one of them had black hair and pale skin, although he seemed to be knowing what he was doing, he was losing to the other guy.

‘oh damn.’ was your first thought when you looked over at the blonde haired boy.

he was tall, with a muscular build that was adorned with a black tank top and sweats which was a bit strange as most of the other campers were donned with the standard orange shirt. but you weren’t complaining. he looked good. his body was coated with sweat, and his muscles flexed with each swing of his sword. he was gaining distance on his opponent. his crimson eyes were narrowed in concentration, a slight scowl on his face as the black haired boy dodged his sword.

that soon ended when the blonde guy suddenly disarmed the ravenette, his sword clanging on the floor as it fell about 5 feet away. the blonde boy had his sword pointing at the other boy’s chest, his own chest heaving up in down.

the black haired boy sighed, with his hands up, “i give up.”

the blonde haired boy smirked, and you could feel yourself almost gasp.

you would’ve believed in all of this greek mythology shit a lot sooner if they showed you this boy. he was literally carved by the gods themselves.

the boy went over to his friends as the small crowd dispersed. a red-haired boy handed him a towel.

“hey sis! hey momo! bold of you to show your faces around these parts when you stole y/n from me.” kaminari said.

jirou rolled her eyes, “i have a legal obligation to protect all women in this world from you. thank god the hunters of artemis haven’t met you. you would’ve been killed on the spot.”

“whatever! hey y/n! missed me?” kaminari said, walking up to you.

“how could i miss the guy who may be my brother even though he flirted with me?” you chuckled.

he suddenly looked up to the sky, “whoever y/n’s parent is please claim her! u-unless it’s you dad!”

they laughed at the boy’s dumb antics. kaminari then took them over to where his friends were sitting.

“hey guys! this is y/n! she’s new here so be nice! looking at you bro~” kaminari said.

you looked over to see he was talking to the guy who won the fight. your eyes made contact with his before he suddenly looked away with a small ‘tch’.

“he’s like that sometimes. you get used to it. i’m kirishima, son of hephaestus, nice to meet you!” the redheaded boy said as he was putting together a weapon. he seemed like a very kind person.

“hey girl! i’m mina, daughter of dionysus!” the girl with pink hair waved to you.

“i’m sero, son of hermes! i’ll show you to your temporary cabin!” the black haired boy grinned.

“nice to meet you all! i’m y/n, like kaminari said and i hope we get along!” you said.

you looked over to bakugou since he didn’t introduce himself yet, “and who might you be?”

“...bakugou, son of ares.” he mumbled.

“son of ares huh? that makes sense. he’s the god of war right? you were amazing with that sword! well granted i don’t know much about swords or anything like that but it looked badass! you too sero, you did amazing!” you said.

“thanks! i wonder what kind of weapon you’ll wield...” sero said as he tapped on his chin.

kirishima suddenly jolted, “y/n! you have to let me build your weapon once you find out what you like!”

you nodded, “of course!”

“we’re gonna be heading out now! bye y/n!” jirou and momo called out to you.

“bye guys, thanks for showing me around," you called out to them.

you turned back to face the group when sero suddenly said, “we should probably head out soon too-” he was interrupted when a young boy around the age of 8 or 9 came up to him,

“sero! you’re still gonna train me right? i haven’t gotten the hang of my new sword that kirishima built for me.” kirishima grinned at the fact that the young boy was taking training so seriously with the weapon he built for the boy.

sero squatted down to the small brunette boy and ruffled his hair, “of course lucas! let’s go over to that dummy to practice!”

“yay! thank you sero!” the boy said, energetically dragging the older boy towards the dummy.

sero looked behind him to look at you, “sorry!”

you only smiled back, “it’s okay!” if a kid as cute as lucas ever asked you to do anything, you didn’t think you could say no to him either.

“well now that sero’s plans have been foiled i will take it upon myself to deliver y/n to the cabin of hermes.” kaminari declared.

“oi dunce face, i’ll take her. after what happened earlier i don’t think you’re to be trusted with another girl for at least another 100 years.” bakugou snorted, earning a laugh from you.

kaminari pouted as bakugou gestured you to follow him. the remaining bakusquad members only stared at the leaving duo as they made their way out of the arena.

“no way.”

“i agree.”

“bakugou just offered to walk a girl back to her cabin? kaminari did you hex me again?” kirishima said.

“so what’s the story behind the nickname dunce face?” you asked as you walked beside the tall boy.

finally being close to him you could see him even closer. he had faded scars littered all over his arms, but there was a scar that was underneath his collarbone that stuck out to you. it was quite big, probably from a monster’s claw. his skin was slightly tanned, from being outside training, you assumed. his spiky hair looked very soft and you had to stop yourself from touching it. but oh lord did you want to pat his head.

bakugou snorted in response to your question, “that idiot was in a prank war with the hermes cabin. he tried to hex them but messed up and ended up hexing himself to be dumber than usual for a whole 24 hours. amusing as it was, it was tiring taking care of him.”

you laughed, “i barely know the guy but i can say with full confidence that that is something he would do.”

his lips quirked up for a second butt you didn’t seem to notice, “yeah he’s a dumbass.”

“how long have you been at this camp? and how long did it take for you to get claimed?” you asked curiously.

he shrugged, “about 6 years. a hellhound attacked me while i was on a school trip but chiron was disguised as my substitute teacher so after a phone call to my mom, we arrived here. it took about 3 days for ares to claim me. it was right after a game of capture-the-flag, my team won courtesy of me. i guess dad was so proud he decided to proudly show me off or something.” he smirked.

“woah, that’s cool!” you said, looking at bakugou in amazement.

“damn right it is.”

a few minutes passed as you guys walked towards the cabin.

“how’d an idiot like you even find this place? a satyr help you?” he suddenly asked.

“yep. his name was mineta, i think? i was about an hour away from this place before a hellhound attacked me. mineta was nearby oogling at some chick and he helped me here.”

bakugou suddenly looked at you, “MINETA? that perverted bastard? i hate his ass, he should be fed to cerberus.”

“i agree with you on that one buddy, while we were hiding he kept on staring at me. what a creep. but he was pretty helpful when we were running away. guess he decided his life was more important than a pair of boobs and actually got serious.”

bakugou’s ears suddenly got very hot as he sputtered, “y-you idiot girl! you’re even more perverted than that dumbass mineta!”

you only laughed in response.

“we’re here.” bakugou said.

you guys had reached the cabins and you were gazing at them in awe. all of them were huge. there was one that was made out of pure gold, one was made of silver, one looked like a mini aquarium, another was covered with barbed wire and housed some very loud kids. you guessed that that one was the ares cabin.

you saw a kid with half red and half white hair come out of the black cabin that looked like a haunted house. he went up to the house in the center of the half circle of cabins to meet up with the green-haired boy walking out of the cabin that had a big lightning bolt etched into it.

“woah…” was the only thing you could say.

“okay bye.” bakugou said, suddenly walking towards the cabin cabin that had a pair of kids wrestling in front of the doorsteps as other kids cheered for them.

“huh? wait!” you grabbed his hand.

“let go of my hand dumb idiot!” he said, a small blush on his face.

“you have to walk inside with me! I don’t know anyone.” you pouted at him.

he rolled his eyes, “only if you let go of my hand.”

once you let go of his hand, you guys headed inside.

the cabin was normal enough, but it was slightly bigger than the other cabins. you assumed it was to take in unclaimed demigods such as yourself. it was filled with about 50 bunk beds. but only about 20 kids were in their bunks, most of them taking naps.

“incoming!” you heard a feminine voice say from above you.

before you could look up, bakugou pulled you into his body as he moved towards the right. a storm of water balloons that seemed to be enchanted was hurled at the stope you were standing at.

“rin! you said you would finally get them outside the cabin this time! at this rate the apollo bastards are gonna win.” you heard a girl say.

“relax yuki! i’m gonna make it this time i can feel it!” rin said.

“sorry about that!” they both called down to you.

you paid them no attention. how could you when you were chest to chest with bakugou right now? you could feel his firm chest against yours and you could’ve sowrn you felt a set of abs underneath that thin tank top.

“dumbass, you didn’t even move out of the way. just accepted your fate, huh?” he teased.

he gently pushed you away and saw the slight blush you had on your face, “did being that close to me have that much of an effect on you?”

“shut up~” you whined as you hid your face in your hands.

he chuckled and you suddenly looked up at him, he was cute when he laughed.

“hey! are you a new camper?” an orange-haired girl walked up to you.

“looks like it, poor thing has been following this aggressive bastard all day. i saw them in the arena!” the blonde boy next to her laughed. he was suddenly elbowed in the stomach by the girl. you decided that you liked the girl.

“i am! y/f/n unclaimed and at your service,” you said.

“so lame…” you heard bakugou mumble underneath his breath. it was now your turn to elbow him.

“i’m kendo! this is monoma! both children of hermes!” the orange-haired girl said.

“i bet she’s a demeter kid. i get nature vibes from her.” monoma said.

“what the tartarus does nature vibes even mean?” bakugou asked. was he getting offended on your behalf? how sweet. also what the hell was tartarus?

“she looks weak-” bakugou’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance at the boy’s response.

“anyways! we’ll take over from here bakugou!” they walked away, motioning for you to follow them.

you took a step towards them before glancing at bakugou, “thanks for bringing me here bakugou! it was nice talking to you, you’re a fun guy to be around!” and with that, you walked away.

‘a fun guy? me?’ a ghost of a smile appeared on his lips.

it suddenly dropped, “oh shit.”

he suddenly looked up towards the sky, “dad, please tell me you kept it in your pants for her mom.”

the sky gave no response.

“ya know, i usually hate the color orange but i’m liking this shirt! makes me feel like i’m apart of something exclusive!” you told kendo as you checked yourself out in the bathroom mirror.

“i know the feeling girlie! but you look good in that shirt! also what’s up with you and bakugou? you two a thing?” she teased to which you blushed in response.

“n-no! i mean he’s cute but-“

“aha! i knew it! you two are so cute! but i’d wait until after you get claimed… ya know… so you know for sure you’re not siblings.”

“oh it’s fine! it’s my mom who’s gone!” you said.

“oh then you’re good!” she smiled at you.

“but does he know that?”

your smile dropped, “uh oh.”

“DUDE! can’t believe you’re in the same boat kaminari was in!” kirishima howled as he clutched his stomach.

“SHUT UP BEFORE I HAMMER YOUR FACE IN WITH THAT NEW SHIT WEAPON YOU MADE!” bakugou growled.

“i mean i would ask her if it’s her mom or dad that’s gone.” kirishima said after calming down.

bakugou went quiet. he often did this when kirishima said something that bakugou did not think of. like this for example.

“thanks.” he mumbled very quietly. to the untrained ear, it would’ve sounded like bakugou said nothing. but kirishima knew better, “go get her buddy.”

it was finally time for the campfire and you were excited! granted, any situation that called for s’mores made you happy. walking to the campfire where most of the students were, you waved at monoma and kendo before heading over to where kaminari and sero were.

“hey guys!” you smiled at them.

“hey y/n! liking the shirt!” sero said.

you laughed, “finally one of you guys!”

“how was the hermes cabin?” kaminari asked you.

“chaotic. there was a prank war going on between your two cabins. but it was kinda fun! monoma swiped me some apollo kid’s bow but i had no idea what to do with it.” you shook your head.

“y/n! hi! ohh i see you’re finally one of us now!” mina said as she arrived with bakugou and kirishima.

“yep!”

“gather around campers!” chiron said before starting the camp fire songs.

you couldn’t really participate, as you didn’t know any of the songs, but you were still enjoying the experience.

“hey.” a gruff voice called out to you, breaking you out of your stupor.

“bakugou! woah you’re actually wearing the orange shirt for a change… consider me impressed.” you teased.

with a minuscule smile on his face, he sat down next to you on the tree log as you both stared into the fire. his body heat was arguably hotter than the fire itself. he was very warm and you wanted to cuddle up in his arms.

“so how was your first day of camp?” bakugou asked.

“kind of crazy honestly, never thought that satyrs or centaurs would exist. nor did i expect to be attacked by a scary ass dog while i was just strolling through the city. but it is nice to finally get some answers as to who i am. plus i met some pretty cool people along the way.” you looked into his eyes and grinned.

he laughed, “yeah, i find kaminari cool as well. even if that shithead is currently burning his tongue with that marshmallow.”

you rolled your eyes and punched his arm, “i hate you.”

“hate me? you’ve literally been following me around today like a little duckling. i don’t know if you could call that hate.” he nudged her with his shoulder.

“who else was going to show me around? kaminari? would you have let him?” you mused, leaning a bit closer to him.

he chuckled, a smile on his face, “maybe, who knows.”

he suddenly realizes that you’re very close to him and he leans back, both of your faces hot.

you realize that you need to tell him about your mother before he decides to stop to pursue you.

“hey bakugou… i need to tell you about my parents…” you suddenly say, bakugou meeting your eyes once again.

“yeah, what about them?”

“well my mother is actually-” you started before you noticed he was staring above your head. you looked around to see almost every camper looking at you. you looked up to see the image of a glowing pink dove.

“huh?” was all you could say before you looked down to see yourself in a white ancient chiton dress. you lifted your dress and saw yourself in golden sandals. your arms were adorned with gold bands. you touched your hair and felt that it was done perfectly. you felt your lips coated with gloss, so you assumed your makeup had been done as well.

“the fuck…?” you muttered before looking up at everyone.

they all were bowing to you, bakugou included.

“all hail, y/n l/n, daughter of aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty.”

“well at least he doesn’t havent to worry now.” kirishima mumbled to his friends.

“nice meeting you camie and shindou!” she waved at the pair. they were her siblings. that would take a while to get used to.

“call me sis!” camie squealed while shindou rolled his eyes at her and walked away towards the rest of the aphrodite kids.

“looks like kaminari didn’t have to worry after all.” you heard bakugou say behind you.

when you turned around to look at him, you felt him suck in a breath. did you look that different?

“looks like it.” you smiled.

“s-so what was that thing you were going to tell me?” bakugou cursed himself for stuttering. but who wouldn’t curse while in your presence? makeover or not, you were still probably the prettiest girl bakugou has ever seen.

“oh… i was going to tell you that my godly parent was my mom, not my dad.” you mumbled.

“oh?” he smirked, “and why did you feel the need to tell me that?”

you rolled your eyes, “you know why you idiot.”

“please enlighten me.”

“it’d be really weird to want to date your brother, so i just gave you the go ahead.” you said, suddenly finding the ground very interesting.

“did aphrodite make you bolder too along with that makeover?” bakugou questioned, snickering to himself.

“huh? i’ve always been bold! remember when i talked about boobs-”

he clamped his hand over your mouth, looking around the camp to make sure no one overheard.

“you’re crazy. wouldn’t be surprised if you were a dionysus kid.”

“whatever…” you rolled your eyes, a smile on your face.

a moment of silence pass as you looked around the camp, many of the campers were heading back to their cabins and you decided it was time to leave.

“i think it’s time i head out, everyone is leaving.” you said.

“see ya.” you heard him ay, a slight look of disappointment on his face.

you took one step towards the cabins before you turned back towards the blonde haired boy, “actually i can’t seem to find my way back to my new cabin. could you help me out?”

he smiled, “you really are a dumbass.”

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The Devil’s In The Details

All work and no play makes Dante a dull devil. But he soon finds a cure for his boredom when a smokin' hot detective comes a-knockin' on his door.

The title and overall feel of this chapter is inspired by the song "A Girl Like You" by Edwyn Collins.

Chapter 3: Never Met A Girl Like You

You look up Dante’s profile as soon as you get back to your desk. The Lieutenant was not exaggerating that this man’s file is incredibly long; it almost reads like a fictional novel filled with colorful characters and bloody descriptions. Unfortunately, all these reports are real and if any of what you read is remotely true, then you really have your work cut out for you this time.

It all starts with the infamous demon attack on Sparda Manor, which is common knowledge to most locals nowadays. The only body found in the rubble of their burnt down home was Eva Sparda, the matriarch of the family, and the rest of the family was pronounced dead soon after the incident. You narrow your eyes at that little detail…it’s rather strange that they just jumped to that conclusion even though there isn’t enough sufficient evidence to back up the claim.

The next notable part of the profile is all about the escapades of Tony Redgrave. You resist the urge to facepalm yourself while reading about all the events that occurred under his on the nose alias. It all seems to be standard fare on par with mercenary work, so you skip ahead a little until hitting another infamous incident involving some crazy ass tower…a lot of information about what happened has been redacted except that the Son of Sparda was definitely involved as well as an associate only known as Lady.

You read ahead again and raise an eyebrow at the strange report about a beautiful woman smashing through his shop while riding a motorcycle. This mysterious woman is later confirmed to be another associate known as Trish. Then it seems he left to do some outside work, so there isn’t much details except for a few witness statements here and there. The most noteworthy detail is the sudden appearance of a young man bearing a striking resemblance to the white-haired mercenary known as Nero.

A memory flashes before your mind at the name. You’ve seen this young man before; it was during the Red Grave incident involving the demon tree. You did not get the chance to speak with him…all you can remember is nodding to a young man with short white while leading a group of citizens caught in the demonic fray to safety. And speaking of that debacle, you skim through the reports about Dante’s role in that devastating event, which again seems to be scarce except that he was definitely hired to take care of whatever or whoever planted that freaky ass tree.

From what you can glean from the extensive damage reports, complaints about disturbing the peace, and the high rate of death and destruction…it paints Dante as a womanizing playboy who shows no concern for the wellbeing of others, which makes him a highly dangerous individual. Your fingers tap on your desk as you carefully sift through the information you have just gathered, noting that some of the reports have a healthy dose of prejudice attached to them. A good detective knows that preconceptions should never be taken at face value when searching for the truth. So, perhaps he’s more of a flirty troublemaker with a pension for hunting demons, which has earned him quite the reputation among mercenaries and police alike. You lean back in your chair and mentally weigh the risks of seeking out this infamous devil hunter in hopes of ridding the city of another demonic threat.

The soft chiming of your phone breaks you away from your deep contemplation. You pull it out your pocket and shuffle through a series of texts from Carmen. A couple of them are pictures of the victim’s garage, specifically a set of golf clubs found in the corner. She goes on to explain that this could be the murder weapon, but she will have to run some tests to confirm her suspicions. You take out your sketchbook and update the depiction of the crime scene with a drawing of a golf club with a question mark beside it. The other texts inform you about the safe key and missing dog. Carmen didn’t find any kind of safe or lock box that goes with the key, so she’s just adding it with the rest of evidence for further investigation. And there is still no sign of the family dog either.

No surprise there, you thought while texting her back about your heated argument with the Lieutenant and your plan of seeking outside assistance from a demon hunter. You also let her know that Graves is fine, just shaken up from the missing body that could very well be the zombie bride she gushed about earlier. While waiting for her response, you check your email for the record of medical examiners that Graves sent, and you file a report about the missing body from the morgue.

After completing those tasks, you decide to grab a quick breakfast and do some more investigating before setting out to find the Legendary Devil Hunter. You collect your sketchbook and grab another cup of coffee on the way out, gulping it all down in a few long sips while you walk through the station. Your phone chimes multiple times as you approach the exit, but you withhold from checking it as you slip past a slew of reporters standing outside the station. All of them are none the wiser as you gear up for a long ride before hopping on your motorcycle.

You rev the engine a couple of times before zooming out of the parking lot with a loud roar, hoping that you can make it to Devil May Cry before closing time.

(A few hours later…)

Another day spent doing absolutely nothing, Dante thought drolly as he rereads yet another dirty magazine while rock music blares from the jukebox.

It’s late afternoon and there is still no sign of Morrison. The phone rang a few times, but none of the callers gave a password. Dante knew that business has been slow recently, but he’s going to die of sheer boredom at this rate! He leans back in his chair and props his feet up on his desk, not really ogling the half-naked ladies in the magazine as his mind wanders through less vulgar musings.

Dante’s life has taken one hell of a U-turn for the better ever since getting back from hell with his brother in tow and having a very awkward but needed conversation with Nero. Just the fact that he even has a nephew still makes him shake his head in wonder, and having Vergil back to being his old cranky self…it all seems too good to be true. But a few pinches every now and then, as well as some stabs from his dear brother, knocks some sense back into him and erases all doubt from his mind.

Dante has never felt more alive now that he has finally found his family. And it would truly be a shame if this tedious dry spell takes him out before he gets the chance to really enjoy it. Morrison better bring the cure to my boredom before I find it myself, he thought, absentmindedly turning a page while letting out a huge yawn.

A loud knocking echoes throughout the shop. Dante glances up from his magazine towards the entrance. Huh…that’s not Morrison, he surmises as more knocking bangs on the door. “It’s open!” he announces, not one to turn down a potential client coming to him directly. He tosses aside the dirty magazine as the door swings open to reveal an attractive woman entering the shop.

Dante’s brow quirks in curiosity as you look around with mild interest. “Well, well…what’s a pretty lady like you doing here?” he asks nonchalantly while his keen eyes roam up and down your form, already spotting the concealed gun holstered inside your riding jacket.

“I’m looking for the owner of this shop,” you inform in a calm and even voice while slowly approaching the landing area of his office. “Is that you?”

Dante smirks mischievously. “That depends on who’s asking, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe.”

Your stern voice startles him for a moment as you step up to the landing and pause by the edge of the carpet under his desk. You’re close enough now for him to get a better look at you; confident stance, sharp eyes, and a stoic face that could rival his brother’s stony expression. And yet it still captures his full attention despite your cold reception of his playful retort.

“The name’s Dante,” he introduces himself as your head swivels around, taking in every detail of his office as you walk around his desk. “And if you’re looking for the bathroom…it’s in the back.” Dante motions with his head as you get closer to the couch, which gives him an opportunity to check you out from behind. His eyes linger up your slender legs and the curve of your ass…but then he does a bit of a double take when he notices a knife hidden in one of your boots.

“Legendary Devil Hunter, Son of Sparda…and the embodiment of sloth apparently,” you muse aloud, stoic shell cracking a little as your lips curl into a grimace while examining the copious piles of trash strewn all over the floor.

Dante crosses his arms with a shrug. “I see my reputation still precedes me,” he quips back cheekily as your gaze turns towards the small bar in the corner.

“Please tell me that hasn’t just been hanging there rotting since the Red Grave incident,” you mutter in disbelief while pointing at the Empusa nailed to the wall with numerous swords and one small dart.

“What does a babe like you know about Red Grave?” he inquires casually while his eyes narrow suspiciously.

A subtle spark of anger lights up your eyes. “Stop calling me babe.”

Dante slides his feet to the floor before leaning over on his desk. “How about you give me the pleasure of your name and maybe I’ll call ya by something more your style,” he offers with a wink, hoping to rekindle that spark of yours with his flirty banter.

Your smoldering eyes squint hard at him for a moment, the fierce spark now glittering as you reach inside your riding jacket. “Detective Y/N of the Red Grave City P.D.” You take out your badge and flip it open to show him your photo I.D. as you move close to his desk. “And if you call me anything but Detective…I’ll show you why some of the boys down at the station call me Ice Bitch,” you warn with a low growl filled with simmering anger.

“Ice Bitch, huh?” Dante repeats while giving the badge a quick glance so that he doesn’t miss the show when the sparks start flying. “I dunno…you sound pretty fiery to me.”

Dante watches with fascination as your eyes burst with searing heat, but your entire face remains completely composed. It’s not exactly the kind of show he was hoping for, but there is still time to figure out what really lights your fire so long as you are here. There’s just something about you that begs him to stoke the flames flickering in your eyes…maybe it’s the way you carry yourself with utmost confidence around the shop despite the infamy around his name and reputation. Or it could be that fiery spirit hidden beneath your frosty exterior…all he knows for certain is this:

He’s gotta have more.

“So, what does the fuzz down at Red Grave want with a guy like me?” he asks, relaxing back into his chair with an amused grin, detecting another knife hidden up your sleeve as you put away your badge. “Wait, wait…lemme guess: you’re here to arrest me for being too damn good lookin’,” he jests, arching his brow while stroking his chin in a dashing manner.

“Last time I checked, it wasn’t illegal to have a scruffy beard and unkempt hair,” you retort smoothly while straightening out your jacket. “I’m here to request any insights you have about demons.”

“Well, you definitely came to the right place,” he boasts, dramatically waving his hands around the shop before tilting his head inquisitively. “Is this for a case?”

You raise a well-trimmed brow in surprise. “You catch on quickly…yes, it’s for a case,” you confirm, resting one hand on your hip while the other hangs down by yet another knife in your pants pocket. “We need to determine if demons are involved in a series of disappearances and murders.” You pause for a moment, blinking your eyes once as you tilt your head in thought. “There’s also the possibility of a Devil Arm being involved as well. And if either of those are true…” You trail off with a weary sigh before finishing your explanation. “Maybe we can team up and work on this case together.”

Dante kicks one foot up to rest atop his knee. “It sounds like you already know a lot more than your average cop,” he notes while his brow twitches with interest at your proposal.

“When you live in a place like Red Grave, you learn to pick up on a few things…” The spark in your eyes dims down while a haunted look flashes across your impassive face. “Never know when it might save your life,” you quickly explain, crossing your arms as your expression hardens, but the dull ember of your eyes glimmer softly.

Now that’s a look I know very well, Dante admits silently, having seen the very definition of anguish staring back at him in the mirror for years. “Alright, you wanna know more about demons…why come to me? I know for a fact that there are plenty of mercenaries in your area,” he points out with an exaggerated twirl of his finger.

“Because you’re the best of the best, Mr. Dante.”

This isn’t the first time that Dante has heard those exact same words. His usual response is to just laugh it off and comment about hearing it all before…but this time it’s different. The absolute certainty evident in your voice sends a chill down his spine. And the spark in your eyes is roaring with the flame of total conviction as you seemingly stare straight into his devilish soul.

“Hmm…you sure are painting a pretty interesting picture,” he imparts, fidgeting a little under your intense gaze, which makes him wonder if you’ve noticed just how tight his pants have gotten while talking with you. Not that he minds…but it seems you are more interested in business than pleasure right now. So, he brushes that notion aside and scoots his chair closer so that his arms can rest on the desk. “Look…I’m really flattered and all, but you’ve overlooked one minor detail: mercenaries and cops aren’t really known for working together.”

Dante flashes you with a toothy grin, hoping the reluctant act he’s putting on will illicit another feisty show. “Oh, I didn’t overlook it,” you reveal, quickly snuffing out his attempt at lighting the fuse with a shake of your head. “I just don’t give a damn.”

“Really?” He leans in closer over his desk as he pokes that wild temper of yours from another angle. “Didn’t know it was okay for you to break the law whenever you want and openly carry that gun just because of some fancy badge,” he provokes with a challenging smile.

Your stoic face contorts into furious scowl as the spark in your eyes ignites in searing rage. You quickly close the distance between both of you and slam your hands down on his desk, proving that he skipped lighting the fuse and just kicked the entire damn barrel into the fire! But it doesn’t bother Dante one bit as you lean in real close to his face over the desk, inflamed gaze boring into him while you launch into an explosive tirade.

“Now you listen here! I took an oath to protect and serve, and that’s exactly why I’m here now! I did not work my ass off for this badge just to waltz around with this gun! And I have no intentions of abusing that sacred trust the citizens of Red Grave have put in me!”

You pause to take a couple of deep breaths before continuing in a calmer but still irate tone. “Your expertise and experience with demons may lead to the break in case we need…and it’s what I need to uphold that oath.” The harsh scowl on your face softens as the rage in your eyes dies down to a flickering flame of hope. “I need your help, Mr. Dante…I can’t crack this case wide open and finally bring this insidious killer to justice for the families and friends of their victims without you.”

Dante stares at you in awe as your impassioned speech buzzes around him like a temperamental honeybee. He couldn’t help but to watch your lips as you unleash your fury upon him…wondering if your kiss would be just as passionate as your volatile rage. And you are so close now, waiting for his response as you loom over his desk like an unmoving statue. But your intoxicating scent ensnares his senses while an all too familiar presence awakens inside him. His heart beats faster as blood rushes straight down his groin, forcing him to subtly readjust himself under the desk while the devil within purrs beneath his skin.

The door behind you suddenly swings open before he can come up with some clever one liner about enjoying the show. Morrison strolls on in and effectively pulls both of you out of the intense moment as he starts talking. “Hey Dante! Word on the street is that a detective from Red Grave City has been snooping around and…Oh!” He stops in his tracks when he finally notices you. “Looks like you’ve arrived before the rumors, Detective,” he notes smoothly while lighting up a cigar.

“I’m a firm believer of getting the whole picture before putting my pencil to paper, Mr. Morrison,” you divulge coolly without tearing your fierce gaze away from Dante’s stunned face. The corners of your mouth twitch into a fleeting smirk as you straighten up your posture while backing up from his desk. “I’ll be in the city for a couple more hours. You can find me at the Simmer Down Diner if you change your mind…and if you don’t come around, I’ll just assume that your answer is no.”

You turn and step down the landing before walking past Morrison towards the entryway. Dante’s eyes follow your every move, hypnotized by your swaying hips and confident stride as you reach for the door. “But make no mistake, Mr. Dante,” you murmur, grasping the handle as you turn to look over your shoulder. “There’s a serial killer on the loose and I intend to catch them with or without your help.” Your eyes sparkle with determination with those final words as you open the door and exit the shop.

“Did I hear her right?” Morrison questions, puffing on his cigar as he walks across the shop towards the couch. “She wants your help catching a serial killer?”

Dante keeps his eyes on the door as he nods. “Yep. Seems so.”

“Huh…that’s something you don’t see every day.” Morrison takes a seat on the couch and flicks his cigar over a nearby ashtray. “What’d she offer you in return?”

“We didn’t get that far when you busted on through the front doors.”

Morrison puffs on his cigar in quiet contemplation for a moment before cracking a knowing smile. “You’re thinkin’ about following after her, aren’t ya?”

Dante finally turns away from the door towards his dear friend. “What makes you say that?” he inquires, casually leaning back in his chair while Morrison shakes his head with a soft chuckle.

“You never could resist a beautiful lady asking for help. Even when all they brought was trouble…you still hear them out and almost always take whatever bait they dangle in front of ya.”

Dante shrugs at his friend’s logic while pondering about possibilities of working with a detective. On one hand, he’d have to play nice with the police and not break too many laws if he agrees to help you. But on the other hand, he gets to hang out with a smokin’ hot detective with one helluva temper. And if he takes up your offer…his heart throbs while the devil in him purrs at the thought of reigniting the flame in your eyes and seeing more of this sizzling chemistry between the two of you.

“You know me too well, Morrison,” he discloses with a puckish grin. “I’ll let ya know if I take the bait this time.”

Morrison waves his cigar in the air as if to say told ya so as he gets out of his chair with a small flourish. He recalls the restaurant you mentioned as he steps out the shop, knowing it to be one of many greasy spoons in this area of the city. His hands are practically shaking with anticipation as he summons Cavaliere while a blur of different emotions swirl around in his head. If you can get this kind of reaction out of him already, then he’s gotta see where this may lead because honestly…he’s never met a girl like you before.

And now that he’s had a taste…he wants so much more.

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lnarizakis · 4 years

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a two-player game (5 lives left!) | k. kenma

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5 lives left! | a two-player game: kozume kenma x reader

STATISTICS

PLAYER ONE: KOZUME KENMA.

ATHLETICISM: — — 2 / 5

INTELLECT: — — — — — 5 / 5

CHARM: — — — 3 / 5

SOCIAL AWKWARDNESS: — — — — — 5 / 5

AWARENESS OF INFATUATION: — 1 / 5

PLAYER TWO: (L/N) (Y/N).

ATHLETICISM: — — — 3 / 5

INTELLECT: — — — — 4 /5

CHARM: — — — — — 5 / 5

SOCIAL AWKWARDNESS: — 1 / 5

AWARENESS OF INFATUATION: — 1 / 5

“Alright, everyone. Thanks for the hard work today. Oh, and by the way, I heard from an anonymous source that there’s a new second-year coming tomorrow. If she’s in your class, keep your heads up and get us that manager. We really need one before the big training camp.”

Everyone’s ears perked up at the captain’s words; more notably, the word “she.” Yamamoto Taketora widened his eyes at the possibility that they were about to get their own “smokin’ hot female manager.” He wrapped his arms around Kenma and Fukunaga Shohei, demanding them to ask this girl to join the volleyball club.

Kenma did not want to ask the new girl to join their club; it was like asking her for her number. He was nervous and did not want her to think that she was trying to make a move on him. And it just so happened that his luck granted the new girl to walk into his classroom the next day, with the announcement from his homeroom teacher that she’d be their new classmate for the rest of the school year.

—

“Can you please introduce yourself, miss?”

Kenma’s homeroom teacher asked the new girl to introduce herself. She wore a big smile on her face, excitement radiating off her and onto the rest of the class, who buzzed with elation that this girl looked friendly and just an overall good person.

“Yes! My name is (L/N) (Y/N) and I’ll be your new classmate for the rest of the school year! Thank you for having me!”

She politely bowed. Then she was told to sit in the empty seat in the back, where she would sit right next to her internet best friend. But she didn’t know that, and neither did the internet best friend. Kenma looked over at (Y/N), slightly flustered. He was embarrassed and shy; he did not want to strike up conversation first. So he thanked whatever was up there when she initiated conversation first.

“Looks like we’ll be sitting next to each other from now on.”

He nodded.

“So… you’re Kozume, right? I know ‘cause the teacher told me to sit next to you.”

He nodded again. She was very nice. She was very pretty. Kenma felt a familiar comfort and warmth just by basking in her presence. Then he heard the voices of his teammates in his head: he had to ask her to be their manager, or else they would definitely hate and berate him. Especially Yamamoto. He definitely does not want what happened with him their first year to happen again. And so he pushes through with what little willpower he had in his inventory.

“Uh, (L/N)...”

She turned to face him, with her eyes all big and wide and a gorgeous smile plastered on her face. Kenma had to use a defensive shield to protect himself from oncoming damage. He could tell, even from afar, that she would be a force to be reckoned with.

“Since it’s mandatory for everyone to join a club, do you… want to be the manager for the boy’s volleyball club…?” He asked so shyly, and so quietly that by the end of his question he spoke in a hushed whisper.

But still, (Y/N) was the most pleased a girl could get, and felt the utmost welcome at school that she beamed and agreed right away.

+1 CHARM!

“I’d love to! When’s your next practice?”

He told her that it was tomorrow, and with that, they continued on with their schoolwork.

—

Throughout the entire day, Kenma had only one thing on his mind: (Y/N). Her bright personality and friendliness reminded him a lot of his very good friend Hinata Shoyo. Just in that moment where they conversed, he felt like they were the only two people in the room, and throughout that entire moment, he felt warm and comfortable. He didn’t think he felt that way with Shoyo; no, he felt more than what he felt with Shoyo. When he first met Shoyo, sure, he felt comfortable and could talk easily with him; but with (Y/N), he felt like he could talk about anything and everything with her, like he could be embraced in her arms and call it home.

He realized he was infatuated with her.

+4 AWARENESS OF INFATUATION!

100 DAMAGE TAKEN!

4 LIVES LEFT!

And so he decided to tell his internet best friend about this.

(U/N) was their name, and they met almost everyday on their favorite video game. Kenma found relief in them, and they felt comfort in Kenma. They relied on each other to keep each other company during the wee hours of the night, and to advise each other on their ways in life. They promised each other not to reveal personal information about the other, because then that way they can say all they want about anything. They were there for each other, in game and outside of the game.

applepi: hey, (u/n).

(U/N): hey what’s up!

applepi: so @ my school;k[p

The only way they could type was when they were in game, or through the private message feature. Kenma and (U/N) were currently in the game fighting against enemies while chatting with each other. So Kenma had to cut his sentence short as an enemy fought him.

applepi: theres this girl & i rlly like her even tho we just met

applepi: so what should i do?

(U/N): hmmmn.

(U/N) fought an enemy before they could continue their thought.

(U/N): u should tell her abt ur feelings! nothings gonna happen if u don’t say anything!

applepi: no. i cant do that.

(U/N): ok then…...maybe wait it out & talk 2 her more? u might have a better chance if yuo talk 2 her & get closer w her

applepi: ok thanks. we just cleared this level so i’m gna go to bed now. goodnight

(U/N): good night!

(Y/N) turned off her computer and then jumped onto the comfort of her bed. She sighed heavily. She had a hard time going to sleep that night as jealousy overcame her thoughts, for her internet best friend had a crush on someone other than her.

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4 LIVES LEFT!

(U/N) stands for (user/name)

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quoth-the-sparrow · 5 years

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Jellyfish

A Sanders Sides One-Shot

Warnings: Food mention, Sympathetic Deceit (if I need to add anything please let me know)

Pairings: Logicality and Anaroceit (aka Roman x Virgil x Deceit)

Description: Based off a one word prompt given to me by @dutifullystrangekingdom and an anon!

Word Count: 941

A/N: This can also be found on ao3 here

Patton sat on his living room floor, surrounded by scraps and strips of wrapping paper. He huffed out a sigh of irritation as he cut a new piece off in hopes that this attempt would finally be the one. He knew unwrapping and re-wrapping the box was a waste but it had to look perfect. Unfortunately, nothing he had done so far looked good enough.

After the seventh time, he decided to give up and put the gift inside what he'd bought as a backup, which was a galaxy printed gift bag with a silver ribbon to tie the handles together.

"Finally," Patton muttered under his breath as he flopped onto the floor. He felt drained from all the stress he'd been dealing with lately, but today was a rare day off. And he had plans to spend it with his best friend who he may or may not totally have a crush on.

He meant to lay there on the floor until he had to get up and shower, but his phone chimed. He rolled over onto his stomach and reached for his phone, grabbing it from the coffee table. It was a message from the aptly named Gay Panic group chat.

Danger Noodle: Hey Patton

Danger Noodle: Just wanted to check up on you

Fall Out Gay: Yea how r u holding up

Prince Charming: Padre, my dear, you simply must flirt with Logan tonight!!!

Pawton: I'm feeling nervous but I have Logan's present all wrapped up~ Flirt? I don't know if I can do that...

Fall Out Gay: I know its scary but u got this

Pawton: Maybe? I mean what if Logan doesn't feel the same way about me?

Danger Noodle: Oh yes, someone who is constantly trying to impress you and is always looking around for you and asking about you isn't into you at all

Fall Out Gay: Cmon D dont b so sarcastic

Danger Noodle: Sarcastic? Me? Never

Prince Charming: Okay, you two edgelords, that's enough! Padre, Logan is definitely, totally, completely head over heels for you! You're so cute; who wouldn't be?! ;)

Pawton: Dee, you jokester, you~ And okay, I can do this, maybe, hopefully~ It's already almost 4pm, I should probably go shower?

Prince Charming: Good idea! Have fun on your date ;) I'm expecting you to provide all the details when you get back!

Fall Out Gay: Only if u want 2 Pat

Danger Noodle: You've really nothing to worry about

Danger Noodle: Have fun, and my advice? Wear that baby blue mini skirt of yours

Danger Noodle: Nerd boi will love it

Pawton: Oh, um... with my fishnets or knee high socks?

Prince Charming: The fishnets!!! Ooh want me to come over and do your makeup? Just say the word and I'll be there!

Pawton: No that's okay, I think I got it~ Thank you all so much! I'm gonna go get ready now, see y'all tomorrow for movie night?

Fall Out Gay: U bet

Danger Noodle: Yes, I'll bring the pizzas this time if Roman can bring dessert

Prince Charming: Honey, I am the dessert ;)

Fall Out Gay: ...ur ridiculous bring cookies

Prince Charming: Ridiculously attractive, I think you mean! But yes, of course, cookies it is!

Patton chuckled at his friends' antics and left them to it while he went to get ready

***Later that evening***

Pawton: Is anyone on?

Prince Charming: Yes!!! How did it go did you two kiss tell me everything!!!!

Fall Out Gay: Whoa Princey chill dude

Danger Noodle: I don't think our dear royal knows the meaning of the word

Fall Out Gay: ur rite

Prince Charming: Offended Princey Noises

Pawton: :D It went way better than I thought it would! Logan loved his jellyfish plushie I got him! He even liked that it was pink, which I didn't expect either?! So I'm really glad I went with that instead of the green one~ Dee, Roman, you were both so right, he likes me too!

Danger Noodle: Told you so, darling

Fall Out Gay: Im happy 4 u Pat

Prince Charming: Did he say anything about that smokin' outfit of yours?!

Pawton: Oh, um, aaahhhh~ I think he really did like it? He was blushing when he saw me so I'm assuming he liked it? We held hands! We haven't kissed yet but we have a date planned for Sunday afternoon! We're going to the aquarium across town~

Fall Out Gay: Thats gr8 Pat u 2 r cute 2gether

Danger Noodle: Honestly it's about time you two clueless disaster gays got together

Danger Noodle: It was obvious Logan had a thing for you the moment he laid his blue eyes on you, darling

Prince Charming: You two are absolutely adorable together! I'm so happy it turned out so well, I knew it would! Oooh does this mean we can all go out on dates together? It would be fun to go bowling or to an amusement park together!

Pawton: That would be fun! I'll mention it to Logan and see what he thinks but I'm all for it if it means I get to spend time with everyone I love!

Fall Out Gay: Not 2 b a hypocrite but thats gay

Danger Noodle: Uh yeah I sure hope it is

Pawton: xD You two are hilarious!

Fall Out Gay: I aim 2 please but i gotta get some sleep so good nite

Danger Noodle: Good idea; besides I think Remy is in need of makeup tips and wants to video chat

Danger Noodle: See you all tomorrow evening for movie night

Prince Charming: Good night my loves!

Pawton: Good night! Can't wait for tomorrow~

A/N 2: I hope you all enjoyed that! This is the first time I’ve ever really written in this format so if you’d like to see more of this kind of writing from me, let me know! Please re-blog and let me know your thoughts; I love hearing from y’all! Also: i’m cutting down my taglist since it’s kinda gotten out of hand and a lot of people on it are inactive so if you’d like to be tagged let me know! I also post all my writing to ao3 at Storytelling_Sparrow

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bluecollardumbass · 6 years

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It ain’t that I’m a dumbass. I did OK in school ... I just fuckin hated it. Day after day sittin in the same desk in the same row under the same buzzing lights with the same teacher’s voices buzzing like flies on a corpse.

I graduated HS ok, too. Wasn't like, class prez or nothin, but I passed with flying Cs. Didn’t have much of a social life. Kind of a loner. Watched a lot of TV. Never really got into reading books, mostly cuz my stepdad who was a REAL redneck burned em all one time when I pissed him off. To get back at him, I never read another book again. I got real into cars for awhile. Still love Jeeps and big fuckin trucks. Then I started smokin weed. Aw, fuck man, that shit changed everything. Suddenly my life was awesome. Alls I needed to worry about was running out, and it seemed like that was impossible - weed was everywhere. It was the piece I was missin the thing I needed to be totally chill. And once I found it it was like awesome. I was a stoner. Still am, actually. This aint a story about how I changed or nothin.

But I’m not a dumbass. I mighta hated school n shit but like I learn shit fast. And the 1st thing I learned was that I don't like being kept inside. I fuckin love being outside. I love being in the sun and I love being in the rain. Aint nothin like a good thunderstorm. Cold don't even bother me too much, unless its like fuckin below zero, then that shit gets old real fast. So when I had my options to be like, a guy with a job n shit, I was workin for a supermarket and I was divvied up between doing the shit on register and pushing carts n the parking lot. Obviously you can figure out which one I liked more, so I was happy doing that for awhile. But then the manger found out that I was getting high on the job - I mean come on, romeing around in the parking lot, blissed out on some mad trip sativa bro, you can't fuckin falt me for that, rite? I guess sum fuckin soccer mom in her minivan narced on me. Didn't want her little boy learnin bad shit. Well sweetie, its a fucked up world and your only doin your kid a bad one by hiding him from it. You playing a losing game, darlin. Besides, whats so bad about weed?

So yea, lost that job. I kinda bummed around my moms for awhile, got unemployment, but got all kindsa antsy n shit. It was around then I took up smoking butts, probably cuz I was bored, probably cuz I had nothin else to do but smoke butts on the porch n drink Coors Lite. Man those were sum great days, Ill tell ya, but they didn't last cuz my mom got pissed (whys everybody always getting so fuckin pissed for?) an kicked me out. Didn't really have nowhere else to go, so I kinda slept around outside in the back of my F-150 for awhile. Fuckin love that truck, its a ‘92, with the single cab. I figured I could bum around for awhile. Sleep in the truck. It was summertime after all and I had a lil bit of cash. So I did that, drove around in the woods in places. Ran into this guy who lived down the street from me when I was a kid, told me his roommate just up n left, and he needed somebody to move in.

So I drove the truck down further south then I ever been, and I moved all my shit (mostly just clothes n crap, all in trash bags) into Erik’s trailer. We hit it right off - he was a bro, real chill, 420 friendly. His fridge was stocked with Coors Lite and he had a ready supply of Jager. He told me he worked on this site with this group of dudes and he'd just gone from job to job and site to site with em, all getting payed under the table. We stayed up late drinkin and smokin and laughin like fuckin teenagers until the fire was ash and our packs were empty. Somewhere around past 3 in the mornin, Erik told me he could probably get me a job on the site, too, if I wanted. It was good money - he had enuf to buy his own trailer and a truck, too!

I aint never worked construction before. And like I said, I aint a dumbass. I know what kinda work that is - hard fuckin work, sometimes bone-breaking work. But it was sumthin about the way Erik said it, or maybe cuz I was so fuckin hammered and wasted, that I agreed to go with him on Monday. He talked about it for awhile, but I was drifting in and out, didnt really hear what he said. I was floating on all kindsa colors of clouds, and the stars above were all winking at me, like they knew somethin I didn't.

I’m not gonna say either that I’m like Mr Muscles or whatever. I was never skinny, but closer to wiry. Weird looking, if you ask me, but whatever. I don't waste my time on mirrors n shit. Just throw on whatever and hit the door. But I gotta say, after some paperwork and a handshake or two, I was kind of enjoying the way it felt. All day, I was in a sort of haze, lifting some shit here and carrying some shit there. I wasn't any skilled laborer or nothin. I didn't know how to do jack shit. But Im a quick learner. And I had Erik with me as like a sorta guide for the day, to like show me whats gotta be done. I saw him talkin with the foreman, the only guy here wearin a shirt n tie, and the foreman was listenin real hard, so Erik’s gotta be some kinda bigshot around here. Before I knew it, the end of the day showed up and I was wipin my brow making faces cuz I had dust in my teeth.

And everybody on the site was cool, and I liked bein outside. I could get high if I wanted to before I went to work, which was fuckin cool as fuck.... I could smoke butts all day, and everything was mad chill. So thats how I became a construction guy. Don't feel like much of a story, but somebody gotta do it, right? Turns out that somebody is me. And maybe I am a little slow on the uptake, turns out. Some of the guys on the site call me dumbass, but I don't mind. Its just kinda like a joke, because I do dumb things sometimes. And I don't talk so good, I get words mixed up. But doesn't mean I’m a dumbass. I know Im good at what Im good at - or something. I aint that good at communicating, they said in HS, an I guess thats true. But fuck it, cuz I got some fuckin dank weed to smoke with Erik tonite and we gonna get fucked up on Jager n listen to this new album he got of this like metal band. The last album they did we listened to was all like weird whispery shit n like backward talking, it was cool but weird. Man I smoked so many butts that nite. Don't remember much of it, but thats what happens when I hit the Jager, haha. Just make sure I got a Monster for the morning after, gonna need at least two!!

So yea maybe this is like a story about how I got happy, or whatever, haha. Turns out school aint for everyone and you don't need to be inside all ur fuckin life an u can do what u want and think how u want. There’s this big election comin up too, an like, usually I don't get into that shit, but I was talking to Erik an he was like yea man, u should vote the way u feel, u know. Nothin gets done unless u take action, and that was like, so fuckin deep n shit. But who would I vote for? Erik shrugged and said that he thought I should vote how I felt, the one I liked the most. So I did. And he won! How cool is that. Erik even got me a red hat with his name on it to celebrate. Sometimes I listen to him speakin and I agree with what he says and does. Erik says he voted for him, too, and sometimes he talks about politics n shit, and I kinda have to tune it out. He just keeps talking an talking and I kinda blank out for awhile. But then I need anuther beer, and so I kinda like, come out of it.

Man, Erik will say, laughing. Politics really puts u to sleep, huh.

Yea, I say. Crack another Monster, I need a lil pick me up, haha

And UFC is on tonite, can't wait to see who ends up in the Octagon this time. Got a cool UFC shirt coming in the mail. It’s funny, I actually had this dream that a guy was wearing that, and I thought it was cool, so I bought it. Sometimes I have these dreams about all these photographs of these dudes who kinda look like me but like not like me at the same time. We wearing the same clothes, anyway. Erik’s helped with that, too. He knows that I usually just grab whatever, but when I have to decide, I get all stalled out. He’s helping me by just picking em out for me, and thats awesome, Im thankfull for that.

Ok thats all for now. Maybe Ill write more later.

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