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Love Bug

Miranda Hilmarson x Fem!Reader

valentine's day, domestic lifestyle, and unspoken words. fluff ensues. clingy little cuddle bug who adores covering you in kisses, but sometimes needs reassurance. word count: 1700... @vivendraws

“In here, babe!” your voice rang out as you heard the front door open and shut. Miranda kicked off her work boots and tossed her keys onto the coffee table before quickly following the sound of your voice and smell of food. You were in the middle of cooking up some late night dinner for the pair of you, humming out a ‘hello’ as you felt big arms wrapping around you from behind.

"Hey, love bug," she murmured softly into the messy locks of hair, lips pressed to the top of your head. A pleased hum left you both at the action and you turned your head to glance up at her, the warmth of her breath meeting your cheek, tinted with the lingering scent of cigarettes that greeted your nostrils. Miranda pouted, gingerly tugging at the bottom of your shirt, a silent gesture to ask for a kiss.

You turned around in her embrace, arms moving naturally to find their place around her broad shoulders, as you pushed up on your toes to meet the blonde's height and press your lips to hers. It was sweet and simple, a display of how much she'd been missing you while she was busy all day at work, lasting for a few moments before you were first to pull away. "I missed you.." she mumbled, gazing down at you with puppy dog eyes.

"I missed you too, Mir," you replied softly, unable to hide the smile that tugged at your lips at the sight of your lipstick faintly smudged against her own mouth. It makes your heart swell with affection, and a blush begins to work its way across your cheeks and down your throat. As the vegetable stir fry began to crackle in the pan, you spun back around to face the stove, pushing the spatula around. "How was work?"

Miranda sighed quietly, unable to keep herself from frowning ever so slightly as you pulled away, though she didn't quite want to let go of you. Her arms slid down to wrap around your waist once more, palms cradling the softness of your stomach as she leaned her chest against your back, perching her head against your shoulder to watch you cook. "Hectic, as always," she nuzzled her nose against your cheekbone, desperately growing clingy, which she often did after a rough day. "But I'm fine now that I'm with you..."

You chuckled, feeling the comfortable weight of the blonde's head against your shoulder as you continued to stir the sizzling vegetables. "I'm glad I can make you feel better, then," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath, not wanting to disturb the gentleness between the pair of you.

It was moments like these —such mundane domestic tasks— where you'd find solace in each other's presence. Her life was fast paced and constantly moving, yet the simpleness of coming home to just.. you made her heart soar. Miranda could never see herself 'settling down' before you came into her life, but the thought of it being with you was enticing enough.

She began to get lost in a dream-like trance, a happy grin plastered across her face as she got lost in the thought of such a life with you, and all she could do was pull you closer when you suggested she go take a shower while you finished up with dinner.

Miranda's grip on you tightened every so slightly, yet still gentle, as she sighed contentedly. "And miss out on the chance to help you cook?" she murmured, her voice laced with fondness. "I think I'll stay right here. . ." And once more her lips met the top of your head as she hummed happily, beginning to lightly sway the pair of you to an invisible rhythm while you cooked.

Of course, you knew better. By her 'helping', she simply meant distracting — not that you minded much. You’d happily be distracted, if it meant being engulfed in her affections. Her presence was a balm to your tired soul and vice versa, soothing away the fatigue that'd accumulated after a long day.

"You know," she began quietly, her tone light and playful but sincere, "I could get used to this.. coming home to you every day, I mean." The warmth of her words seemed to radiate from the blonde, beginning to spread throughout your chest. "Though, your cooking is definitely a plus.." she added lightheartedly, causing you to laugh.

You knew the older woman would survive purely off of cigarettes, stale beer, and chinese takeout if you weren’t around to take care of her. If she couldn’t throw it into the microwave to reheat it? She wouldn’t touch it. You happily spoiled her with weekly home cooked meals and treats that never lasted longer than a few days in her fridge.

Miranda reached towards one of your hands and began to slowly spin you around to face her once more, and you obliged, turning the stove on low before finally turning your body the direction she wanted. She kissed at the back of your knuckles as your eyes met, grinning proudly at the blush that adored your precious face. As her lips pulled away, you stepped closer, free hand coming to rest at her side to bring her closer until your bodies met.

Your head found itself resting along the comfortable space of her shoulder, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest against yours, while you listened to the comforting thrum of her heart and softness of her breathing; getting impossibly lost in the scent of her. The two of you were content with being in each other's silence, allowing you both a chance to unwind as you continued to sway together within the space of the small kitchen, your breathing falling into sync with hers.

The blonde remained the lead in swaying your bodies together in a waltzing motion, the hand not holding yours traced idly along your waist, lightly stroking the material of your shirt as it moved. She enjoyed the calming effect your body seemingly had on hers, muscles easing and exhaustion fizzling into nothing.

Sapphire orbs peered down at you, drinking up every detail of your side profile when you weren't paying attention. Every mark, blemish, and hair had been memorized to heart, yet the sight of you never failed to make her heart skip a beat or two.

The soft cadence of Miranda's voice broke through the silence, whispering against the shell of your ear. "I don't know what Gods I must've pleased to deserve you," an uncharacteristic vulnerability creeped into her voice, you knew, leaning up to stare at her sympathetically as she continued, "I just- I dunno. I really, really love you.. and I don't want this feeling to end, y'know? Like, what if I do something.. wrong, and you decide you've finally had enough of me and leave like the rest of them because I’m too much to handle, and—"

Before the blonde could finish her babbling, you leaned up to press a reassuring kiss to her lips, hoping to soothe the insecurities that lingered within her soft heart. A tender smile formed on your face as you pulled away, bringing a hand up to cup her face, brushing your thumb gently against a cheek.

"Hey," you began softly, trying to regain her focus. "Listen to me.. You have nothing to worry about when it comes to that, okay? I promise you, you aren’t too much to handle, I love the way you are just fine. You deserve all the love and affection in the world and more. There is nothing you could ever do wrong that would make me even think about leaving you, do you hear me? I love you, all of you, the good and bad. . My angel, flung out of space."

By the way her eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of deceit or doubt, you could tell it wasn’t often she received such assurance in the past. She was the one constantly putting in the work, the one chasing after the other, the one fighting to make things work—never having someone be the one putting in the work for her. And then there was you. It was a foreign concept to Miranda, but one that she was more than willing to learn to accept.

Tears threatened to form in her eyes as the words sank in, as if some invisible weight had been lifted off from her shoulders, relinquishing her of the pent-up insecurities that'd been plaguing her. You could still feel the weight of her vulnerability while holding her in your arms, but it wasn't so heavy now. She gave your hand two tight squeezes, as if to say 'thank you for loving me when I struggle to love myself', without needing to verbalize it.

You understood. Old wounds took time to heal, but she was worth waiting for. Worth tending to. Your hand squeezed hers in return, repeating the silent message right back.

The next few minutes were spent gently murmuring and crooning soft nothings into her ears, pressing the slowest, most gentle kisses across the apples of her cheeks until her aching heart settled and her face was painted red with lip prints. Soon she was back to smiling, returning the show of affection by spinning you around and dipping you low — hands clutching onto you tightly as she pulled you right back up soon after, pressing a kiss to your forehead, nose, then settling on your lips.

She released you as the timer on the oven rang, silently ushering you to the table so she could plate up dinner while you sat and relaxed for a moment, not even bothering to wipe off her face. Plates were laid out, scooping a hearty helping of stir fry onto both, making a pit stop to the fridge to snag two beers before she'd make her way over to where you sat — a certain pep to her step that wasn't quite there before now.

Your chin rests against the palm of your hand as you watch her move around the familiarity of the kitchen, the sight of her not-so-graceful movements bringing hearts to your eyes, and a fluttering to your belly. Miranda grinned down at you as she placed the plate in front of you, quirking up a brow at the way you stared at her, but making no comment as she quickly began to chow down; talking with a mouthful about something she remembered happening at work she’d been excited to tell you about all afternoon.

. . . you definitely could get used to this.

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a/n: you know it's serious when you gotta pull out the Carol reference.

viv kept doing sad miranda stuff in the groupchat, so i felt the need to dabble with some fluff for them—first time writing both that and mir. i do hope they'll like it. (: when she's sweet, i definitely picture miranda to be just the clingiest thing imaginable. and so this was born.

and, if you're curious, here is the playlist i made/listened to while writing this. all of my gwen character playlists are there as well.

#so sweet #miranda hilmarson

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m1lflov3rrr · 3 months

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brienne and phasma as bodyguards...,,,...

#please

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m1lflov3rrr · 3 months

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they hate me for being a slut tbh and maybe also the killings too but that's unlikely

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-Your new neighbor-

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:Fluff, love, hurt

Warnings:Mention of touching yourself, mention of dead, manipulation, mention of accidents

Summary:Mel never thought that one day at 3 a.m. she would meet the love of her life.

I really wanted to write this, I was inspired hahah I hope you like it. I posted this earlier but I didn't mean to and it was unfinished, but now it's perfect, enjoy!

Half-past three in the morning, that was the time when the noisy, annoying rumbles of the music woke Melissa up. The redhead was aware that there was a new neighbor in the neighborhood, she knew it was next door to her house, but she wasn't aware that it would be one of those young neighbors who played the music too loud to keep the others awake all night feeling like the walls would fall off any second.

Determined to put an end to the annoying noise and return to her well-deserved rest, the woman got up in her pyjamas and, after putting on her coat, took determined steps to the house next door. There were people in the garden drinking and smoking and a much larger group inside the house, she asked those outside if anyone knew who the party belonged to, but no one answered her. So she climbed the steps and entered the house, but before she could go any further, a very tall man stood in front of her with an annoyed look on his face and with a few too many drinks, she could feel it in his breath

-"What do you want lady? Can I help you?"-The big guy stood there blocking her path

-"Yes, is this your party?"- she asked and he laughed

-"No, but this is a private event and you were not invited"-he answered

-"Look big bozo, I'm just looking for the owner of this house"-The redhead folded her arms at the big, young boy

-"That's none of your business, told you this is a private event, so beat it"-The guy answered a little to agresive and that made the redhead angrier, but before she could answer, a sweet voice interrupted her

-"Good night, is everything okay?"-You asked worriedly bringing some bags of snacks stopping behind her, the redhead turned to look at you and was speechless when she saw your beautiful smile-"Hello? Can I help you?"-You smiled by moving your hand in front of her to get her to react

-"Oh right! Good night... I'm your neighbor next door..."-She whispered and you quickly left the bags on the counter

-"Oh shit, the music, I'm so sorry"-You whispered and went to the sound system to lower it to a more pleasant tone and less annoying to the neighbors

-"Do you live here?" - The big bozo asked her but Mel ignored him-"she never said she lived here..."

-"It's unbelievable, I'm gone for a few minutes and they turn this into a club..."-You muttered going back to her-"Again I'm sorry... What's your name, neighbor?" - You asked with a kind smile that also made her smile

-"I'm Melissa..." - The redhead replied and you smiled, her name for some reason fit her

-"Nice to meet you Melissa, I am (Y/N)" - You whispered looking into her captivating green eyes. Your friend, the one who had previously won't let her go into the house, interrupted you

-"And I'm Jack"- He smiled and you shook your head looking at Melissa

-"Do you want a drink?"-You offered her and she shook her head

-"No thanks, I should go back to sleep"-She whispered tying her jacket, for some reason she was now embarrassed to be in her pajamas in front of you

-"Oh, Okey... And don't worry, we were almost done anyway"-You smiled looking at her pajamas

-"No, don't worry about that, I don't wanna be a party popper, it's Friday, you can keep the party up, turn up the music and enjoy!"-The redhead responded, and you laughed at her tender attempt to liven up the party

-"Okay ma'am... Have good dreams" - You whispered as the redhead walked out the door.

The next morning, the redhead couldn't get the tone of your voice and your beautiful smile, your kindness and your smile out of her head... How she liked to see you smile... She could do anything to see you smile again...They way you called her "ma'am"...

A knock on the door made her burst out of her thoughts and a choked and frustrated moan left her mouth, the hand she had in her pants came out of there and she sighed getting up to open the door. Who dared interrupt the best jerkoff she was having in years?

When she opened the door she blushed to see that it was you, the same person she was fantasizing about and touching herself for

-"Hi..."-There was that sweet voice again-"I'm so sorry for last night, I feel so bad, the party got a little out of hand, I didn't mean to bother you..."-You commented to apologize and she laughed

-"It's okay, you excuse me, I shouldn't have complained about a party on a Friday night..."-She whispered, still blushing

-"Anyway... In order to calm my guilty conscience, I wanted to see if you'd like to go eat with me, I'll pay, to compensate for any lack of sleep"-You commented and smiled

-"Yeah, sure" - The redhead replied and waited for you to say something else, but when she saw you stay there, she just smiled

-"How much time do you need?" - You asked and she was surprised

-"Oh shit, you meant now... Give me a minute to change"-The redhead quickly closed the door to go change and you laughed waiting for her sitting on her doorsteps. When she was ready, Mel began to walk beside you, following you where you had chosen

-"Just so you know, since you're paying, I'll order 2 of everything" - The redhead commented and you laughed entering a restaurant that was not far from home, Mel was surprised to see how humble the restaurant was, you noticed her face and laughed

-"What?" - you asked while you choose a place to sit, she sat in front of you

-"I didn't imagine you'd choose a place like this"-She whispered and you laughed

-"What does that even mean?"-you asked

-"Look at your amazing clothes, your fine shoes, your luxurious home... I thought you'd take me to one of those restaurants that charge more than rent and the portion is smaller than rabbit poop" - Mel commented and you laughed sincerely, grabbing your stomach from how hard you laughed

-"Gosh Melissa, you're funny... This is my special place, I'd rather have a thousand burgers here than fancy restaurant meals... My father loves those places, but I love coming here, that's why I moved here, to be close to this magical place"-You responded by playing with the menu

-"Magical place? A burger restaurant? You're easy to please hon...-Mel joked and you laughed a little bit blushed because of the pet name-"So tell me, what do you do for living, besides looking for underestimated restaurants?"

-"Do you know the "Bright" company?"-You asked, and she nodded

-"Yeah, the huge security company in the middle of the city. I've heard that they have companies all over the world..."-Mel replied looking at the menu

-"Yes...I'm (Y/N) Bright... Oldest daughter of Robert Bright, I'm the CEO and future heir of the company..."-You answered, and Mel opened her eyes in surprise

-"Wow kid, that explains the big house and fancy clothes... But why did you moved to this neighborhood? Besides your love for this place, It's not fancy at all, at least not fancy enough for someone like you"-Mel asked, surprised and curious

-"Just wanted something new, a new place with new and cute neighbors like you..."-You smiled looking at her and grabbed the menu-"Can I order? Do you trust me?"-You asked, and Mel nodded. As you ate, you continued talking

-"What do you do for a living?" - It was your turn to ask

-"I'm a teacher at Abbott elementary"-Mel smiled looking at you-"Nothing fancy..."

-"That's cute, kids must love you..."-You whispered, continuing with the conversation and listening attentively to everything she told you.

After eating, you walked around talking about everything for a bit, and then walked home together, the whole trip Mel walked on the side closest to the street, protecting you somehow.

Before you could go in your house, she called your name once again, you turned around to look at her

-"Thanks for the food, it was delicious..."-she whispered and you smiled

-"Thanks for accepting my invitation... See you around neighbor" - You whispered before you walked home.

A few days later, you were giving the finishing touches to your clothes while you talked with your sister

-"When will the second date be?" - Your younger sister asked excitedly after hearing the recap of the outing with the redhead

-"After there is a first date"-You responded by looking in the mirror touching up your makeup and arranging your dress

-"So, inviting her to dinner, taking her to your favorite spot, and walking together doesn't count as a date?"-Your sister asked and you looked at her through the mirror

-"I guess it was a date..."-You whispered in confusion and your sister laughed

-"I'm happy you met someone... It's been a while since your last relationship" - She replied and you rolled your eyes

-"Calm down a bit, I just took her out to eat, I barely know her..."-You responded happily by looking in the mirror noticing that you were finally ready-"Come on, Dad's waiting for us"

After a short trip, you, your sister, and your father arrived at a company party, you hated those kinds of parties and they overwhelmed you, but they were necessary for networking and business. While your father was talking to some people and your sister was going with her friends, you sat at the bar ordering a drink. Minutes later, someone sat next to you, you thought you were hallucinating when you heard your neighbor's voice asking for a drink too, but when the redhead called your name, you couldn't help but smile as you turned and saw her

-"Melissa? What are you doing here?"-You asked in surprise

-"I was invited... This is a" security for schools" party, some teachers got invited...It's nice to see you again, you look good" - she answered and made you blush

-"I didn't think fate would bring us together so soon."-You whispered smiling and looking into her eyes, she had beautiful eyes

-"How little faith you have in destiny, we live next to each other" - The redhead joked and you laughed-"With all due respect, this party is so boring, the only good thing here is the drinks and you... Your father doesn't know how to throw better parties?"-Mel asked with her usual honesty and you shook your head

-"No... More than 25 years doing parties and each day it's more boring... Do you want to get out of here?-You offered, and she nodded. After texting your sister that you were leaving to cover for your father, you and Mel went to your car. Without thinking twice, you decided to take her to see something, while you were talking, you drove to a warehouse place and Mel looked at you scared

-"Are you going to kill me? Because my Nona always said that I had a beautiful face to be in local news..."-She asked and you laughed

-"No, just wanna show you something..."-After parking, you opened one of the larger containers and turned on the light, the redhead was surprised to see a large number of delicately placed drawings and paintings, next to various art items

-"Wow...Are you smuggling paints? Seeing this makes me your accomplice? 'Cause it wouldn't be the worst thing the police had catch me doing" - She muttered looking carefully at each painting and you laughed

-"I didn't steal anything, I made those... I come here when I'm stressed. Do you like them?-You asked. For some reason, having her approval was necessary for you

-"Wow hon, you really got talent, I love them... You know, if you get tired of the fancy life and all of the luxury, we could use an art teacher"-Mel joked and you laughed

-"I'll keep it in mind..."-You commented watching as Mel looked at the paintings and stopped in front of one in particular

-"Who is her? She is gorgeous"-She whispered, pointing to a painting you loved

-"I don't think the painting does her justice, she was remarkable and beautiful inside out... She was my mom, Maria... She passed a few years ago" - You murmured with a smile remembering her and Mel turned to look at you

-"You are just like her... Why do you have your paintings here? It's a shame that such a beautiful treasure it's hidden from the world..."-Mel talked walking up to you

-"My dad think this a waste of time... My mom used to support me, I always wanted to do a gallery to show and sell my art, but when she passed, my dad convinced me that it was better if I focused on the family business... So I did"-You told the redhead looking at your brushes and paints

-"That's a shame... You should do that art gallery, people will love you! I even want to buy something right now, can you paint something for me, please?" - The redhead begged with a very cute face to say no and you nodded laughing.

After painting for a while and getting to know each other better (she told you about her failed marriage and how her husband had cheated on her, you told her about past relationships and your family), you took her home, said goodbye with a hug and went to your bed to relive every interaction with her.

The next day, your sister came to your house to see you, and you told her how your walk with the redhead had gone when you disappeared together that night

-"That's it? Not sex? Not even a kiss goodbye?"-Your sister asked, almost offended, and you just laughed

It felt good to spend time with her, nothing was forced and she really made you laugh, Mel was a breath of fresh air in your life, a breath of fresh air that you need it. You didn't wanted to rush things and screw everything. But your sister's words kept echoing in your head and as much as you wanted not to think about it, you really wanted to kiss your neighbor, all the time you wondered how her beautiful and juicy lips would taste...

That night, when your sister left, you opened the door to go see Melissa, but you were surprised when you saw her standing right there on your porch with her hand raised ready to knock on your door

-"Hey..."-You smiled seeing her lips, the redhead didn't say a single word, she just slowly walked up to you and kissed you gently. God that woman kissed well, she was addictive, how come you waited so long to kiss her? Your hands went to her waist and you tugged at her clothes to usher into your house, kicking the door shut without having to stop kissing her.

That night you and Mel had sex, amazing sex, you understood each other too well and listened to each other, which made everything better.

The next morning, you and Mel woke up and took a bath together, and she made breakfast, a better breakfast than the chefs at your father's house.

From that night everything progressed perfectly, you introduced her to your sister, she introduced you to her friends at school, you had many more dates, much more sex, many more conversations together. Mel even pushed you to open your art gallery and promised to be there on opening day, which made you happy because she was your muse, a big inspiration for you.

But not everything could be perfect, the press took a couple of pictures with you and Mel, which got into your father's hands and generated a few big discussions, which you decided to ignore.

One night, after dating a few months, while you were sleeping together, your cell phone started ringing with several text messages that woke up the redhead, she grabbed the cell phone thinking it was hers and saw a notification of an online news story, it was you leaving a luxurious building and making out with another woman, she knew who she was, it was your ex. The redhead's blood began to boil, she knew that you and she were nothing officially, but how could you do this after she told you how much her ex-husband's cheating had hurt her. Mel didn't quite understand things, but carefully and quietly, she left your house and went to sleep in hers.

The next morning you woke up confused that you didn't see Melissa there, but when you took your cell phone everything made sense, your photo kissing your ex was all over the Internet. You quickly got up and left your house going to Melissa's to talk, before you could knock, the redhead was leaving her house to go to work

-"Mel! Wait, can we talk please? This it's not what it looks like" - You spoke desperately, and she looked at you, stopping inches away from getting into her friend's car

-"Not what it seems? Where you with her yesterday?"-She asked in a cold tone that you weren't used to hearing around you

-"Yeah... But I didn't..."-You wanted to explain, but she interrupted you

-"I gotta go to work" - Melissa turned around and opened the car door

-"Mel please, nothing happened... I'm sorry if I hurt you, but I really didn't do anything, we were having a businesses dinner and when I was to say goodbye to her, she kissed me... I really like you and I'd like you to know that you can trust me, I'd never hurt you on purpose..."-You whispered sadly and she sighed

-"Look (Y/N) I really like you too..."-she turned to look at you seriously-"But I think this is going to fast and we come and are from very different places... I think the best thing right now if is we take a second apart..."-Mel got in the car and you went to the window

-"Melissa..."-You whispered and Barbara started the car making you take a step back and fall sitting on the sidewalk

-"I can't do this, I have to go"-Melissa whispered and then her friend drove away, leaving you there alone on the ground.

Days began to pass and then weeks, you knocked on her door several times but no one came out even though you knew she was there, you sent her several messages but none of them reached her, apparently she had blocked you, you went to see her at school but Barbara wouldn't let you in saying that it was better if you gave her space, so you started to move away from her. You thought that if you gave her her space maybe she would come back, but the weeks turned into months and her memories seemed more and more distant each passing hour.

The opening night of your gallery finally arrived, your sister was by your side cheering you on, but your eyes scanned the crowd over and over again looking for someone who was never going to show up

-"I feel kind of dumb waiting for her..."-You whispered looking at your sister

-"Don't say that, don't think about her, she didn't wanted to listen to you, this is her loss, she is the dumb one. This is your night! You should be proud, mom would be proud, I'm proud of you... Enjoy this, you deserve a litte bit of happiness..."-Your sister whispered and you sighed hugging her

-"Since when did you become wise knowing what to say? That was my job"-You whispered, hugging her tight

-"Since you let your horniness mess up your brain"-Your sister joked and you laughed-"I love you"

-"I love you too kiddo"- You whispered up the courage to go and present your work.

After you had presented your art pieces, you couldn't help but think of her again, red was something that had encompassed much of your work because of her. Before closing the gallery, you carefully took out your cell phone and decided to send it one last message even though you knew it wouldn't arrive because she had blocked you

-"The art gallery was a success, and I owe most of it to you... Thanks for giving me the courage to do what I love... I really wish you were here..."-You sighed sending the message and closed the gallery quickly because it had started to rain, ran to your car and started driving home.

The next day Melissa arrived at work and sighed sitting down to watch the news with her colleagues, her mind was elsewhere, she missed you too much and still doubted if it was a good idea to miss your presentation, it hurt her to be away from you but it was not easy to get close either. Her attention returned to the television when she heard a particular news story

"We regret to inform you of a terrible accident that occurred last night, a pickup truck with a drunk driver, lost control in the heavy rain last night and hit a car in the opposite lane, both drivers are hospitalized at this time... The driver of the victim's car was identified as (Y/N) Bright, the future heiress of the Bright security companies. At the moment little is known about her condition, the only thing we know is that she was admitted to the hospital at 2am with several injuries, cuts and broken bones and that she is in intensive care. Soon we will inform you with more news about her condition..."-Melissa's blood froze looking at the screen, and without even being able to register what she was doing, she ran out to her car to find out more about you.

#awww

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Y'know, I see a lot of posts urging people to comment on fics, so I just want to say, to all the people who do comment, and especially the long commenters:

thank you.

Long comments can be time-consuming. They can be difficult to write, but you leave them anyway!

Thank you, thank you, thank you, to everyone who comments.

You are the highlight of fanfiction writers' days.

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Dovey: I just tried making a reservation at the library.

Lesso: You don't need a reserv-

Dovey: But I couldn't get one.

Anemone, already knows what's coming: Please shut up.

Dovey: It was fully....

Agatha, softly: Don't.

Dovey: Booked.

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THIS IS SHIT IS SO GOODDDDDD

Secret Benefits (Part 5)

Previous part here

A/N: Hello, hello! See, I kept my promise and didn’t let you guys wait months for this part! Most of this was written when I had a few drinks, so if you’d like to complain to anyone you’ll have to wait until tipsy me shows up. Sober me is not responsible for whatever this is. As always, I hope you’ll enjoy the turmoil and horrors I’m putting these two through. Have fun!! <3

TRIGGER WARNING: there are some unpleasant things in this chapter. I’m being evasive because I don’t want to spoil the whole thing. Read at your own risk!

Life without Larissa had been excruciatingly painful, you’d found out. Not just for the money part. Every time you’d close your eyes you’d see her blue eyes filled with sadness. You betrayed her.

She would move on, you’d tell yourself. She was a wonderful woman, in every way possible. Surely she would move on. And you would have to move on too.

The first couple of weeks were easy. You used Larissa’s cheque to pay your tuition, which had lifted a huge weight off your shoulders. But then… Then you had found yourself in need of more. Wether it was more money or more Larissa, you didn’t want to think about it. And so you were back on that goddamn app, Secret Benefits.

Women’s profiles were scarce. You’d opened your conversation with Larissa only to find out that she hadn’t been active in weeks, not since the two of you had started seeing each other, which only made you feel even more guilty.

You swallowed thickly and scrolled through the endless men’s profiles on the apps. Married men looking for some fun away from their duties at home, rich men just looking for some fun without any fuss. Nothing you really wanted to be a part of, to be honest.

And then you’d stumbled on Alan’s profile. Alan was in his fifties, he had a doctorate in Egyptology and was looking for “someone to spend some time with” as he had put it. And so you’d send him a message.

You’d talked for a few days, which allowed you to find out more about Alan’s work. He’d often travel to Egypt for some excavations or whenever he was needed over there. It seemed like a fun job, being around mummies and thousands of years old artefacts. He seemed genuinely nice, really. He was polite and respectful which you appreciated.

“I think I would like to meet you.” He’d said after a few days of chatting with you.

“That sounds like a good idea. Do you have anything in mind ?”

“How about Friday night? 7 pm at the Velvet Vesper?” He offered.

“Never been there before, but it sounds lovely. I’ll be there.”

And that’s how you had found yourself trying on outfit after outfit on a Friday night. What would Alan like? A dress seemed like a good idea. You’d searched the bar’s name online and it was obvious that it was a place where only wealthy people would hang out. A dress then. Not something too fancy, but still.

You eventually settled for the Simone Rocha dress that Larissa had bought you for your first date. How you missed her. You missed the way she’d pick your outfits and your food. You very much doubted Alan would do that.

One last look in the mirror and a deep breath later you were sitting in an Uber on your way to the bar. You had booked the Uber yourself, not Alan. Larissa would have done it, you thought. Larissa would have taken care of everything.

You were lost in your thoughts when the driver cleared his throat and you realised you’d arrived at your destination.

The Velvet Vesper was located in an old beautiful Haussmann building, something that looked like it belonged to Paris more than Jericho. Alan was nowhere to be seen and the two of you hadn’t talked about meeting outside or inside, so you eventually walked in after waiting for a few minutes.

It was a fairly nice place, with dim lighting and velvet sofas all around the room. It also had an impressive wall of whiskey bottles, you noted as you walked past the bar, and it was eerily calm. Most people seemed to be speaking to each other softly, creating a low hum that echoed on the high ceiling alongside the faint jazz music that was playing. It was very different from the bar you worked at, you’d usually come home from your shift with a migraine that would last for hours.

You suddenly heard your name being called, making you spin around only to be met by a man waving at you.

“Alan!” You smiled and joined the older man at his table, sitting down on the velvet armchair in front of his.

“You look lovely.” He said looking down at your dress.

“Thank you, it’s really nice to meet you. I’ve never been here before, it’s very cozy.”

“Isn’t it ?” Alan smirked as he looked around the place. “What will you be drinking ?”

Larissa would have picked for you.

“A margarita would be nice.”

“Ha, you’re a fancy girl aren’t you ?” The man chuckled and gestured for a waitress to come over, ordering a margarita and a glass of brandy for himself.

There was a long moment of silence then, which you tried to fill by saying something, anything, but inevitably failed to do so.

“So, you’re a student ?”

“Yes, I study economics. And you’re an Egyptologist, right? I had this phase when I was younger, I was obsessed with ancient Egypt and the mythology.”

“Really?!” A smile stretched across the man’s face and he took a sip of alcohol before starting to tell you more about his last trip to Egypt.

It felt nice, having someone sharing things about their personal life with you. Larissa was very discreet about hers, almost as if she had wanted to keep you out of it. You shouldn’t be thinking about Larissa.

“Another margarita ?” Alan offered, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You looked down at the empty glass in your hand and nodded. You had stopped listening to him about ten minutes ago, somewhere between a trip on the Nile and a mummy identification. It’s not that it was boring, but your mind simply wouldn’t stop wandering back to Larissa.

You excused yourself and got on your feet, asking your waitress for the way to the bathroom and locking the door behind yourself once you were in.

It’s not that it wasn’t going well, but Alan just wasn’t a good match for you. You weren’t sure if “being a good match” meant anything when all you were supposed to do was spend time with him and get paid for it, but still. You didn’t feel that spark. Not like you’d felt it with Lari-

“Enough!” You quietly scolded yourself looking at your reflection in the mirror.

You needed to move on. No more Larissa.

“No more Larissa.” You mumbled as you walked out of the toilet.

You sat back down in front of the older man and pushed a smile. Another margarita had been placed on your side of the table and a glass of brandy on his.

Alan started talking again, something about him thinking he might be on the right path to find out the location of Cleopatra’s tomb. You almost laughed hearing this. As if.

You took a large sip of alcohol, crossing and uncrossing your legs as you tried your best to look interested in whatever your companion was jibbering about - which proved to be increasingly difficult the more you sipped on your drink.

“I think I need some fresh air,” you eventually interrupted him as you placed your glass down. Your head was spinning and it felt like the walls were closing in on you.

“Are you alright, darling ?” You heard Alan say. He was on his feet in a second, wrapping his arm around your midsection. “Let me help, we’ll go outside for a minute.”

The cold wind hitting your face didn’t help as much as you’d hoped it would. If anything it only made you feel more dizzy. Alan’s arm left your back and a moment later a blazer was placed on your shoulders.

“Are you feeling alright ?” The man’s voice echoed through your head as you tried to take a step away from him.

“N-no,” You shook your head. No was an understatement. How much alcohol had they put into that damn margarita?!

“Come, I’ll take care of you.” Alan said, wrapping his arm around your back once more.

You weren’t sure what that meant, whether he’d take you home or anywhere where you could rest. You had hope, really, that he was a nice man. That was until your back was pressed against what you assumed to be a brick wall and a body - which you assumed to be Alan’s - was pressed against yours.

Fuck off, you tried to say but all that came out of your mouth was a loud growl.

“Come on, don’t make this harder than it has to be!” The asshole groaned and pressed his lips against your jaw.

A sudden nausea surged in your stomach and you thought it’d be nice to be sick right there and then. Surely that would deter him. You could barely keep your eyes open, fainting was probably more likely than throwing up.

Don’t faint. Don’t faint. Don’t faint. The small voice in your head kept repeating. Do not fucking faint!

You could feel hands groping up and down your body, pushing up your dress as a tongue was shoved inside your mouth.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

A voice. Not Alan’s. A stranger’s voice. A man from what you could tell.

A strong hand had gripped Alan’s shoulder, pulling him away from you.

“What the-?!” Alan half turned to look at the man behind him. He was tall, at least half a foot taller than Alan.

“I said, leave the lady alone or I’ll smash every tooth in your head.” The voice said calmly, too calmly.

Alan completely let go of you then, muttering something about how sluts shouldn’t be surprised to be treated like this before disappearing out of the alley.

“Are you alright ?” The man asked, taking off his woollen coat and placing it on your shoulders.

Your lack of answer and half-closed eyes told him everything he needed to know.

“Listen,” he said. “I very much doubt that you’ll trust me after what just happened to you, but I won’t hurt you. I’ll carry you to my car, alright ? I can see you’re struggling, you can just close your eyes.”

After that, all you remember is an arm being placed behind your knees and another one behind your back as you were lifted off the ground by a man whose scent was strangely familiar.

And then everything went black. For god knows how long.

“Careful,” You heard someone say as you blinked your eyes open and tried to sit up. “I think you should stay lying down.”

You were back in your flat. You could tell by the pictures of your friends hanging on the walls above your head.

“You’ve been out for a couple of hours, I didn’t want to leave you alone.” The voice came again from the kitchen. The man opened a cupboard and pulled a mug out as if he’d been there before. “Tea might help.” He said, pouring boiling water on the tea bag inside the mug.

“Who are you ?” You managed to push out of your dry throat.

“It doesn’t matter.” The man said as he placed the cup of tea down on the table and carefully helped you sit up.

You were able to take a proper look at him then. He was in his forties or looked like it. White hair, blue eyes. He was a stranger and yet seemed oddly familiar.

“What were you doing out there ? Did you know that man ?”

“No,” you muttered and took a few sips of tea, relishing in the warmth it brought to your body. “It was my first time meeting him. We’d been chatting online.”

“Wasn’t he a bit old for you ?” The man asked, taking a seat on the sofa across from you.

“I wasn’t exactly looking for a relationship.” You said, hoping you wouldn’t have to further explain yourself.

“Ha, I see.” He gave a nod and rubbed his hands together.

“Thank you for helping me.”

“Of course, anyone would have done it.” The man shrugged.

There was a moment of silence which he eventually broke by clearing his throat.

“Well, I’m not telling you what to do but maybe you should stay away from this kind of meetings for a while.”

“Yeah,” you looked down at your feet and sipped on the tea again. “I don’t think I’d ever be able to find a match, anyway.”

“Why’s that ?” He suddenly looked interested, leaning forward a little.

“There is someone. Was, there was someone. We were… Seeing each other. Not romantically, I mean-“ You took a deep breath. “It was a mutually beneficial arrangement, that’s what I meant.”

“I see. I suppose something happened since you were looking for something new.”

“I fucking messed up, that’s what happened.” You chuckled sadly and placed the mug down before pulling your knees against your chest. “I went into this telling myself I wasn’t looking for a relationship. We had agreed on no intercourse. I would spend time with her and she’d help me financially, that was the agreement.”

“How did it end ?” He asked.

“I used her. I knew she was attracted to me and I used that to get money out of her. The thing is, I think she was more than just attracted to me, you know ?” You said, looking up and meeting the man’s blue eyes. “And I didn’t realise that until it was too late. If I had known, I wouldn’t have done what I did. I’m not cruel.”

“Well, I’m not sure exactly what you did to her but have you tried getting in touch with her ?”

“No, I could never.” You admitted. “She said I’d never see her again. And I just feel too much guilt and shame. I could never.”

“That’s a shame.” The man pushed a small smile and got on his feet to pick up the empty cup from the table. “You should try and get some sleep, you need to evacuate whatever it is that he slipped in your drink.”

You gave a nod and lay back down, pulling on the blanket that was bunched up at your feet. You heard the kitchen tap running and the sound of dishes being washed. And then nothing.

When you woke up the next morning, you could barely remember what had happened the previous night. You blinked a few times, taking in the rays of sunshine that were coming in through your open curtains.

Something was off.

You’d gone to the bar to meet Alan, had a few drinks and then… Flashes of what had happened came rushing back to you, making you shiver. You were fine. You were fine. And it was only thanks to that mysterious man.

Something was off.

You slowly sat up and groaned as your head immediately started throbbing. You would have to call the bar and let them know you wouldn’t be able to work that night.

Getting out of the couch took you great effort but your mouth was awfully dry and your bladder awfully full and you needed to take care of at least one of these things.

Slowly you walked to the kitchen, the thought of a cold glass of water nearly making you drool.

And then you finally registered it, what your brain had been trying to tell you for the past few minutes. Someone was sitting at your table, hands wrapped around a fuming cup of tea.

“Larissa ?” It left your lips barely audibly when your eyes met hers.

The woman pressed her lips together in a thin line before giving a nod.

“Sweetling.”

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