Summary: You've never had much problem with anyone else on base. You stick to the team, and you take care of them. That's your job. Some new recruits have gotten it in their heads that they can mess with you. Your team is quick to correct that assumption. CW: Mild sexual harassment, no touching
Even though Johnny was back in action, his time being injured had brought the two of you closer. Simon would watch the two of you interact from afar, still slowly becoming comfortable with your comfort. You enjoyed working out with them.
You could keep up with their runs, but you needed some extra work in the strength training department. Simon was great for weight lifting, and Johnny kept your spirits high during runs.
You stare at the horizon, sun rays peaking out of the clouds and painting the sky with beautiful hues. You loved waiting by the track early, stretching under the early morning sun as you wanted for your running partners. The track left much to be desired when it came to scenery to look at while you passed the time.
At least the sunrise was there to keep you company.
"Hey! It's the barracks bunny of the 141!" Your left ear lifts up and swivels towards the sound of the voice, looking up from your lunge. "What, you didn't get fucked hard enough not to be able to run? I guess since you've been with them long enough they've stretched you out."
The soldier, no, the rookie, puffs his chest with every word of his insult, his fox tail lashing behind him. There were a few other rookies snickering behind him, watching the two of you interact with hungry eyes.
"So you're unoriginal and a virgin. Muscles don't stretch out. They snap back." You hum simply. "If you know what's good for you, go run your laps and do your warm-ups. Sargeant Soap is your trainer today, is he not?" You stand up, muscles sighing happily from the stretch and release.
"Oh, is he your favorite? Which hole does he take the most?" The rookie goes to take a step towards you when a snarl rips through the air. The rookies shoot into a line, standing in formation with eyes fixed forward. You don't even flinch, lowering your ears with a small smile.
"Hey Johnny. Did you do your stretches for the morning?" You inquire, giving him an expectant look.
"Of course! I always feel the difference when I don't do them. Did I hear one of these Muppets giving you a hard time?" Johnny asks, running his tinge over his teeth as he glare at his line of rookies.
"Oh, just the usual bold talk from a bunch of pups who never learned the value of an inside thought." You sigh wistfully. "I'm sure you can take care of it."
"Oh, I could. But I want to enjoy a run today. I think Ghost is free this morning, though!"
There is an audible gulp from the rookies, and you smile.
You didn't really care what happened to the rookies once Ghost started barking orders at them. You knew he was extra frustrated to have rookies to punish instead of going on his morning run.
When you bring Price his lunch that afternoon, he perks up when you walk into the room. "Hey, Y/N, sit down, please." Price insists, glancing down hungrily at the two sandwiches, side of fruit, and two cookies you were handing him before setting it aside.
"If this is about the incident this morning, Sir, I promise I'm fine." You assure him as you sit down across from him and give him a smile. Price nods slightly and clears his throat.
"It shouldn't have happened. It's not acceptable." He looks guilty, his eats dropping slightly on his head.
"John, it's not like you could've known they would've acted like that." You catch his eye and give him a small smile. "I know I look more vulnerable, and you want to protect me, but I can protect myself. I know you will always look out for me."
"Until training season is over, try to stay with one of us on base. If someone puts their hands on you, I'm going to lose this job." He half jokes, giving you a warm smile.
You can hear the anger in his voice, but it's not directed at you. Part of you wants to protest because you don't need bodyguards around base. It's the look in Price's eyes when he looks at you, which makes the words stop in your throat. He's angry that he has to assign bodyguards to you, not because you were incapable but because others made you unsafe.
You stood, walking around the desk and giving him a hug. He stays still for a moment, turning his head into your hair and grooming your ears to self soothe. You let him, settling down in his lap so he could sniff at you, feel you close to him. So he could remind himself you were safe.
"I'll text you when I wake up. You can stretch with me in the morning." You offer after a few minutes pass, pulling Price's plate close. "You need to eat. Your medicine needs to be taken with food."
"You and your medicine." John huffs, resting an arm around your waist as he digs into his food.
"Do your joints feel better?"
"Yes." He grunts begrudgingly.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." Your tail wags smugly and Price chuckles down at you.
"Hush. The dehydrator is going to be delivered soon." Price says, which makes you perk up immediately. "Thought that would make your day better."
"Of course it does! I have a few recipes I want to try." You giggle, settling down into his lap while he continues to eat. Price knew he should let you get back to work, you had your own job to do after all.
But you didn't seem to be in a hurry, and Price was going to keep you selfishly to himself for now. If you were here with him, he could guarantee you were safe.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4/6
Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader
Characters: Cassandra Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Alcina Dimitrescu, Reader, Daniela Dimitrescu
Additional Tags: Jealousy, Angst, Obsessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Infidelity, Shameless Smut, Dominant Cassandra, Vaginal Fingering, Spit Kink, Adultery, Blood and Injury
Summary: Having to work for your ex's wedding is an excruciating experience. How did it all come to this?
Was there any way back to how things once were, or were you doomed to puzzle together the pieces of a broken heart?
“You and Carlos?” Lando repeats the outrageous rumor that’s been making the rounds since last night’s party. “It’s not true, right? It can’t be!”
“If you say so,” Oscar says, still not looking at him.
Lando’s stomach turns, and he braces himself against Oscar’s desk. He knows what that kind of flat answer means. The real Oscar would have scoffed at even the idea of him and Carlos!
“Who are you?” Lando whispers, managing to summon an annoyed frown on Oscar’s giant forehead.
“I’m Gay Oscar,” the stranger says, giving a sarcastic little wave. “Nice to meet you, I guess.”
Lando shakes his head. He’s not buying it. “Even Gay Oscar would never– with Carlos, of all people! You two hate each other!”
“Yeah,” Oscar says, mouth turning down into a familiar expression Lando knows all too well. “Can’t really help it if he’s the only openly gay guy in this damn frat. And, for the record, we don’t hate each other – we’re just heavily annoyed by each other. Apparently the distinction matters to some people.”
“You’re joking.”
“Not one bit,” Oscar sighs, and then, like this is the end of this conversation, he turns back to his book and starts reading.
Yeah, that’s the real Oscar, alright. Lando bends down and grabs the first thing on the floor, which is unfortunately a worn sock. Gross! He hurls it at Oscar’s head, from where it slides down onto his book.
Oscar sighs and shuts the book, using the sock as a bookmark. Seriously, this guy needs to be studied.
“I sense you have questions,” he says, and ugh! Lando wants to knock him out and leave him at the psychology department's front steps.
This is a more unrefined, sketch style of drawing. It will be lightly shading either in black and white, or with splotches of color depending on what we discuss/what fits. Backgrounds will be simple.
Full render:
This is a full polished drawing. It includes full coloring, shading, linework, lighting, you name it. Backgrounds will be simple unless discussed otherwise.
Will draw ✅:
-OCS, DND characters, Fanart, people
-mildly suggestive/flirty
-ship art, yumeship, oc ships
-Mild blood, animal parts (see centaur example), mild robot parts (ex: prosthetics)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It wasn’t until her hand brushed over a breast that she stopped to actually look at the person she’d assaulted via chocolate.
That was when everything became ten, twenty, thirty times worse.
Pouring hot coffee over someone was bad enough. Pouring it over one of the most striking women she had ever seen was an execution-worthy offense.
“I’m sorry,” Charlie squeaked again, looking straight into the woman’s single twitching eye. “You can pour a coffee on me if you want. I mean it! Would you like drip or a latte?”
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