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pianocat939 · 8 months

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Unjust Punishment: Prologue

I love 2nd person, and no one can do anything about it-

Summary: Art block is a bitch, and your dumb self went out to the woods to paint a few landscapes. But of course, some crazy things happen *ahem* feral horse *ahem*, and you end up nowhere near where you were.

Tw: implied attempted murder, attempted beheading, MC gets so tired they're a bit delirious

Word Count: 1.1 K

Taglist: @dewdropthesimp @msvanillabean (Inbox or comment if you want to be added-)

This mountain fucking sucks. You aren't at all an active person, but this is just pure torture; scaling up the path while your ankles are halfway dead. At least you could see the top now, maybe another 15 more minutes of pain.

Finally, after reaching the top, there's a feeling of relaxation. No more coughing and wheezing like someone with Tuberculosis. You turn to admire the view before you: every tree top, every bird, and every bush. It simply maybe was worth your struggle. The sight is wonderful and gives great inspiration to your clouded mind.

Being an avid landscape painter, you had a fair share of going on different trips to paint the view. But this time around, a block had been in your way, and you haven't been able to wave the brush like you usually could. So what better than to spend a few days on the mountain, and paint whatever you see? It's a truly great method to pull you out of the entangles of no creativity.

You settle your luggage somewhere, only taking your easel and canvas. After setting up the items, you dig around for your paints, finding them shoved into the bottom bag. Vermilion, Prussian Blue, that ugly bastard yellow that no one likes but is also crucial for shadows...You have them all.

You take out a pencil and do a rough sketch of the landforms of the scenery before taking a light blue and painting over the entire canvas as the initial background. Soon, you start filling in each leaf and blade of grass, making dots and sharp strokes. Your mind turns blank, as concentration fills your head in a heavy, but empty void.

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Once the sun sets, you set up your sleeping site in a rush. You were so concentrated on your painting you forgot you're in the fucking woods with a bunch of feral creatures lurking around. Fortunately, you actually practiced once or twice getting everything ready and managed to finish in record time.

By the time it's nightfall, you're still not quite ready to sleep, so you laze around on your phone, scrolling through your latest interests. You oddly felt calm, despite being in an unfamiliar place, alone. The isolation didn't feel foreign, if anything, it was nice compared to your hectic life.

That is until you hear a neigh. You know your animal sounds. That was a horse. Confused more than ever, you glanced out the makeshift, plastic window. There was in fact a horse. You could only see its hooves, but you could tell it was a gigantic horse. Its black legs and honed clipper-clapper hooves are a bit intimidating.

Then, the horse started to dash, at full speed.

In sudden panic, you took your phone and ran, out the exit. You didn't want to be squashed by a feral horse! After reaching the outside, you head for the nearby path, carefully skidding on the downhill parts. The horse was still running after you, and it freaked you out. Equinophobia was so real. As soon as the path was flat, you turned your direction into a zig-zag formation, trying to confuse the horse.

When you passed a tall pine tree, an object came flying at you, barely missing your head. You felt your heart stop, and your mind go blank for a split second. It was an axe. A fucking axe. First the feral horse, and now flying axes? Your night just went from peaceful to an absolute murder chase. You were basically running on adrenaline and nothing else as you dashed.

The moon illuminated the surface, bright and shining in a silvery colour. If it weren't for the fact you're trying not to collapse and freak out, you would have found the moon another lovely view to paint. Now that your frazzled mind leads back to awareness, exhaustion is really kicking in. You can't even hear the clapping of the horse's hooves anymore. In a desperate attempt at security, you leave the route, sitting on the nearby grass within the shadow of the trees.

You're already witnessing some stereotypical horror story not even five hours in. At least you didn't have to call the emergency number. Maybe in an hour, you can wander back to your settlement and go back home. You missed your bed; your wonderful bed.

"Hey...Are you ok?" A distant voice called, bringing you out of your thoughts.

You blinked and glanced behind your shoulder, deciding whether the voice was a threat, or not. It didn't sound hostile in fact, it felt familiar. Like someone you knew. You stood up, the slight ache in your knees more prominent than ever.

"Are you lost? Hurt?"

You slowly climbed the hill, eyes wide in curiosity as you approached to the source of the voice. You weren't lost or hurt, but something strange and eerie about the calling made you want to see the person behind it. You heaved yourself up the hill, using your abilities to your best. You aren't an athlete, nor an athletic person. You're a painter for fucks sake.

After a few moments, you call out, responding to the message, "Hello? Is someone up here?" You don't know exactly what you were doing, but you hoped for the best. The scare you had earlier made your heart crave comfort. This stranger probably just had a similar voice to someone you knew, but in a way, your body automatically wanted to go towards it. You notice a figure through the thin silhouettes of the trees. Your pace picked up a bit as you waddled through the grass.

The person turned their head, making a lovely smile. They were in a perfect pose, sitting on a spacious boulder underneath the moonlight. The sight was almost like a perfect shot from a movie. Your eyes picked up the shade of Rouge painted across their lips. The deep red highlighted their features nicely.

But in a flash, the person disappeared. Before you could even utter a word, your body tumbles back down the hill; bumping into every rock and twig in sight. It was painful at every impact. Your spine and head pounding terribly. What had happened? You couldn't muster any thoughts. All you could remember was the image of the lipstick.

You landed on the flat ground not long after. You're too exhausted, too out of it to bother sitting up. You just mindlessly stare at the sky, a few twinkling stars laughing upon your pitiful state. Wow, the phrase "Karma is a bitch" has never been more apparent than ever in your life. You should have listened to your close ones about not going out to the wilderness alone. Well, what could you do? You hoped no serial killer would hunt you down. You're tired. You need sleep. Getting murdered can happen another day for you.

You close your eyes...

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WOWWW I ACTUALLY GOT SOMETHING DONE FOR ONCE-

Literally this is probably more confusing and disorganized than it is logical, but hey- my little brain tried lmao

Originally, I was gonna make this a much longer part, (as in including Mikey's introduction) but because of how busy my weekend turned out I had to cut it short.

Fun fact: all the weird shit that goes on in this part is a foreshadowing of the upcoming weirdos haha- I'm so smart /sarc

Well- that's all I got for now. Goodbye world as I turn dead for a whole week and come back to life later-

- Celina

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roomsofangel · 4 months

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CHAPTER THREE

call it fate, call it karma .ᐟ

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chapter warnings mentions of blood. implied violence. the timeframe being near halloween, so it’s mentioned — just a heads up for any readers of mine!

chapter starts off in a scene with hongjoong’s pov at first! but the rest is in y/n’s!

park seonghwa had a list.

and hongjoong kenned that if you figured out what was truly on it — you would turn your back on seonghwa again

after all, hongjoong always knew you best.

yet, he also knew he was the cause for all of this — your demise, seonghwa’s anger, not to mention being the granter for the villain san was today

it all fell back onto him.

but who could protest?

hongjoong was the god of fate and its never-ending doom — this was all he was ever going to be.

“you don’t have to do this again, seonghwa,” hongjoong’s voice was frail, his hand ghosting over his throat that was sore, coughing up metallic tasting crimson, “we don’t have to do this again.”

seonghwa lifted his best friend by the hair, tilting hongjoong’s head back harshly before seething into his ear, “then you should’ve stopped at the second life.”

your index finger traced the spine of the heavy book you held in your hands, dust and dirt covering the object with multiple layers — the entire library seonghwa had in his home reminded you of a ghost that could not stop haunting

and as if you were only going back to wail in your crime scene

the room as a whole didn’t twist your mind, it was the books that resided on every shelf. if someone asked you to, you were convinced you could recite every word from the thousand pages in there — even when you swore you haven’t picked them up before

seonghwa said he had to catch up with hongjoong — whatever that meant, you had to fight the question due to the fact you had endless more, your mother being safe and sound was your most recent worry that dissipated

you hoped to call her soon, even when she might want you to stay far away from her. trouble always followed you after all.

sighing, you set the book down, the stains of dirt clouding the tips of you fingers, your thoughts started to wander off more

hongjoong seemed so familiar, now that you were sitting down and thinking back with a calmer mind and not a desperate desire for survival — hongjoong felt more familiar than seonghwa did if anything

“you’re still awake?”

your body jumped up, eyes flinching before you lifted your head to see seonghwa who stood by one of the shelves, his hand helping him balance his weight so he could lean against it — “it’s nearly three in the morning,” he chuckled

blood.

blood stained his collar and you hated that you knew exactly who it belonged to, yet, you stayed quiet.

for now.

“i couldn’t sleep,” you sighed, standing on your feet to put back the book you failed to read, “how did your meeting with hongjoong go?”

he slightly flinched at the mention of the other, seonghwa putting on a poker face and smiled, his eyes told a different story on how he felt,

it was funny really, amusing even

him being the god of death, and yourself a mere human

yet, you were finding it so easy as time went on that reading him like your favorite novel came natural — you saw right through him as he did you

“it was okay,” he swallowed his distaste, “come, let’s get ready for bed,” his hand extended for you to hold

the first night was always the hardest, it could be implied for anything

but taking his hand to wash up and get ready to sleep — you were left with a foggy mind, because truthfully, this didn’t feel like a first night at all.

the sun was bright, bleeding through the maroon lacy curtains of seonghwa’s bedroom that you were residing with heavy blankets, the spot next to you empty

you almost wanted to believe everything that took place was a lucid dream — yet, his scent was heavy and where you were screamed otherwise

rubbing your wrist, you managed to pull yourself out of bed after contemplating if you should just yet, stumbling and wandering out and down the halls of his overly large home to find the kitchen

“morning,” you heard seonghwa, following with a sound of a mug getting placed down onto a marbled surface, “i didn’t think you’d be up so early, i was gonna go get you food,” he followed up with

“i don’t have much, people like us don’t eat.”

you knew what he meant, which also made sense when it came to sleep as well — “you didn’t sleep either?”

“those things aren’t necessary anymore, but i still can…” his eyes flicker to the window and then yourself again, you noticing a slight change in his mood, “it helps make me feel human.”

you nodded your head in understanding, moving so you could prop yourself up on the counter to sit

then as if it didn’t process before, it did now — what did he mean by anymore?

“do you have plans today?” he asked, almost as if he was trying to make your questions subside and focus on something else

and sadly it worked for now,

“i wanted to go to the café again, get my usual,” you noted, looking at him to try and pick apart his body language at the mention

“morning routine?” his mouth went dry it seemed, his hand taking the cup he placed down to take a drink, “i could go with you, i have to pick up a few things.”

humming, you shook your head, “don’t worry, i’ll go to a new café,” you tried to reassure him

and he wanted to believe you

you could see that

then he sighed, “no, you can go to the one you usually go to,” he cleared his throat, “just tell me if san bothers you again, okay? promise me that.”

and you nod, “i promise.”

plopping yourself down so you could scurry to change, you could’ve sworn you heard seonghwa mumble something

something along the lines of,

“because i don’t want to have to repeat fate.”

your nose twitched, sitting at the same table you enjoyed after ordering your usual tea, however this time you requested a new pastry they were having — ironically, it had to do with all things death, it was going to be halloween after all.

which only made you find everything even more ironic.

of course, you of all people, were getting married to the god of death during the month that has all sorts of creepy aspects attached to it

but that didn’t mean you hated it, october was still going to be your favorite month — this just… made it more complicated

you snapped out of your thoughts feeling an intense presence, wanting to assume it was seonghwa with the way it felt

the clink of a glass plate setting onto the table and seeing arm move a bit to set your drink down, your eyes flicker up to see a familiar face

san.

“you came back, eh?” he humored, his voice sending chills down your spine before he invited himself and took a seat across from you, “i liked these, they tasted like home,” he chuckled

referring to the skull shaped cookie that rested on your plate, you scoffed, “i come here every morning,” you tried to deescalate anything before it truly started

and san picked up on that,

you could tell.

“i don’t want any trouble, y/n,” he shook his head, “if anything, that’s the last thing i want.”

and you hated that you couldn’t see through him like you could seonghwa despite the fact he felt just as familiar too

“seonghwa told me i need to stay away from you,” you briefed, hand extending to grab your drink but his overlapped yours, eyes widening for a moment due to the sudden action

“and you suddenly let a man control your decision?” he rolled his eyes, laughing bitterly before you yanked your hand from underneath his, “my y/n never let a man tell them what to do.”

his y/n?

“excuse me?” it had came off more harsh than intended, but with the way san grinned — it seemed to have an opposite affect, if anything, you could detect the sinful undertones with the way he licked his lips

he laughed, “seonghwa isn’t the only one who can answer those questions of yours,” he arched a brow

blinking, you broke apart a piece of the cookie so you could distract yourself, “what do you mean, san?”

“ah, i love hearing that,” he sighed affectionately when you called him his name before his face went monotone, “but i sadly need to get back to what humans call a job,” he groaned, his hand’s gesturing to the line that was starting to build up and his human coworker calling out for his help

you laughed, despite the fact that the feelings you had weren’t amusing and instead, filled with terror on how you were going to explain any of this to seonghwa, “better get back to it,” you began to gather your things after placing the baked good piece into your mouth to get ready to leave and enjoy your drink elsewhere

“let’s meet again though, okay?” san pushed himself out of the seat, dusting himself off, “but without seonghwa knowing.”

your head sprung up at the mention of seonghwa’s name and it made san laugh, “you think i don’t know what he probably said to you?”

“not everyone is to be trusted, y/n, no matter how familiar they feel.”

and for some reason,

you feel as if you had been told that before,

“not even you?”

san blinked a couple times as if he was taken aback, you stared back at him suffering the overwhelming sense of deja vu

“especially not me,” he repeated words you heard before, except you could recall him not being the one who said them

you watched him walk away, hands starting to tremble as you gathered everything and made your way out, looking around before finding your car

and you froze, eyes landing on hongjoong who stood in front of your driver’s seat door, his eyes meeting yours instantly

yeah, deja vu was not going easy on you today.

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hereforhalstead · 3 years

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“I’m all yours” Part 2

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

• Requested: Yes.

• Warnings: angst/Swearing/adult themes/unloving relationship/mentions of mental abuse

• Summary: Part 2 to “I’m all yours” as requested! You can find Part 1 here.

• Words: 6138

• A/N : Thanks so much for all the great feedback on it and for your continued support - hope you enjoy and that it lives up to part 1! Got the inspo from watching ‘Workin Moms’ on Netflix, highly recommend.. also as before, I do not condone cheating or the treatment of any relationship like this. My inbox is always open if you want to talk and I know it's very hard but remember you're worthy and you deserve the best. Please do not hesitate to let me know if anything in this is too close to the mark as that’s the last thing I want (i might be reading too deep into this but want to be sure I’ve made myself clear

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“Jay. I need you in here with me” Voight swings the door open, forcing Jay to release you from his tight grasp and turn his back to you as if he didn’t have you pinned to the wall whispering into your ear a few seconds ago.

“Am I interuppting something here?” his gruff voice questions to which you shake your head “Right well come on Halstead, you’re with me” Voight exits the room, allowing you to finally release the smirk you’d been witholding. Jay turns back to you, running a hand along his jawline as he chuckles but you can still see the hunger behind his eyes as he winks “To be continued”.

You take a moment to yourself, running your hand through your hair before allowing yourself to lean your back against the wall to take the weight off. It all seemed to happen so fast that you could barely recollect the situaion but all you knew was you hadn’t felt this way in a very long time. That passion building, waiting for the other to lean in first, the way your skin burns when he touches you and the rate your heart is beating even after he’s no longer here was enough to solidify how bad you wanted him and even better, he wanted you more.

You watch through the one sided glass as Jay and Voight enter the room, Jay now looking as stern as ever, a complete 180 from the man who was just stood before you. He bores his eyes down onto the suspect and you feel your stomach flip at the mere sight of the way he leans his hands down on the desk and towers over the man, finding yourself instinctively chewing at your bottom lip and consumed by thoughts you shouldn't be having at your place of work about your partner.

You continue to watch, time flying by as you sit back and watch Jay do what he does best but despite how well he can calm Voight down it wasn’t working. Voight was loosing it which was spurring the suspect on to act more of an idiot by the minute, clearly getting some form of pleasure of out of he was getting under Voight’s skin.

“Sarge, can we step outside a moment?” Jay interupts Voight who currently had the suspect by the collar of his shirt, his eyes dart to Jay and then back to the man who was laughing in his face. You actually felt for the guy, not knowing what he was letting himself in for but also not being jealous of the pair of them currently trying to interrogate him but clearly failing. Voight shoves the suspect back into the chair and storms out of the room to be shortly followed by Jay, you watch as the man seems to stare directly at you and even though you know he can’t see you, you still feel the chills run down your spine at the emptiness behind his eyes and the slight smile he has on his lips.

You hear Voight and Jay exchanging heated words just outside the door and you flinch when the door to the room you were in swings open “Y/N, you’re up” Voight orders and you instantly feel sick that you would have to face the suspect who clearly had no means of confessing. Normally you’d stand up for yourself but the way Voight held his fists at his sides and the vein throbbing in his neck it was hardly the situation to argue so you did as you were told. Voight takes your place observing and you exit the room to be met by Jay leaning back against the wall, passing you the file as you approach him “you got this?” he asks with a slightly raised brow, you nod and try to ignore the hand he places on your lower back to usher you into the room with a hushed chuckle “you’re the only one I can rely on these days”.

You didn’t have the most experience when it came to interviews so whenever you were in this room you felt on edge, let alone when you know Voight is burning his eyes into your back and watching like a hawk, but something about Jay being by your side made it that tiniest bit easier. You begin to probe the suspect who was now slouching back in his chair, clearly also at ease by the lack of Voight’s presence and you sat across from him instead. You felt ill at the way he was looking at you and the way Jay’s muscles were tightening as he glared at the suspect didn’t go unnoticed either. “Aren’t you a pretty little thing” he comments with a grossly inapropriate smile and you scoff “Don’t look at her, look at me” Jay extends his arm across the desk to get his attention but it doesn’t work so he’s on his feet and leaning over the suspect in seconds “Lose the grin, or I will lose it for you”.

You cough to break the tension, already predicting Voight would crash through the door at any moment to stop the interview but luckily there was no sign. You continued your questioning and it was clear neither of you could get through to him “I can’t be asked to sit here and let you waste my time” you sigh, standing from your seat and grabbing the file to exit “leaving so soon, pretty girl? that’s a shame” he comments and you shake your head with a pity laugh. “Where you’re going, you’ll be the pretty girl” you comment, smile spread as his face drops and you see Jay cover a smirk with his hand “she’s not wrong” he shrugs his shoulders, also standing from his seat to join you in leaving the room “enjoy your time in there buddy” he pats him on the shoulder as he passes “you’re gonna need it”.

You walk down the corridor with Jay, still laughing between yourselves but a sudden silence when Voight appears before you “What the hell was that?” he barks as you stand wide eyed but luckily Jay speaks for you “he’ll confess Sarge, we just need to let him sit” he reassures but Voight wasn’t satisfied “we don’t have time to let him sit Jay, you’re all gonna swan off to this party tonight so we need to get him by then” he demands “What like you’ve always got them to confess the first time?” he comments under his breath and Voight see’s red.

“I think you need to remember who you’re talking to Detective” he presses his finger into Jay’s chest and you step in “Sarge, you just gotta trust us. We know what we’re doing” you can see he is slightly taken back by the way you defend Jay but he isn’t shocked “just get it done” he groans before storming back into his office to leave you and Jay alone again. "thanks” Jay mumbles, frustration laced through his whisper, you lay your hand on his back and you notice him slightly relax under your touch as you offer him a reassuring smile and a shrug of your shoulder “always”.

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Tonight was some big police annual gala and usually you were buzzing for it but tonight just wasn’t the night for it. You and Jay had spent hours trying to break down the walls of the suspect only for it to get you no where, you felt defeated and tensions were running high. It fell to Voight and Olinsky to eventually crack him but after some of their ‘persuasion’ of course.. This left you feeling not as guilty for not getting to him as they clearly used different methods to you and Jay so were incomparable in terms of techniques.

Even when you had a spare minute to yourself you find yourself replaying what happened with Jay in the observation room, the way he had you pinned and the hunger you could see and feel in the way he grabbed you set something off inside you. You’d barely been alone with him since then due to the busyness of the case but the occasional glances and minor touches as you passed his desk was making the tension unbareable but you still couldn’t ignore the pit in the bottom of your stomach. You still had somewhat of a boyfriend, even if he was a piece of shit who didn’t make you feel wanted, he was still your boyfriend and to your annoyance it wasn’t sitting right with you.

Jay was everything you needed and you knew he could give you everything you wanted and so much so that it scared you. He was perfect in your eyes and you felt as though you didn’t deserve him, you’d never be able to tell him this as you knew he wouldn’t stand for it but you couldn’t help the way you felt. You were so defeated that you felt as though you deserved a trashy relationship and weren’t good enough to be with someone like Jay. This made you feel worse as no matter how much you desired him you still couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt.

You tried to rack your brain to think of the last time your boyfriend Mike had made you feel half as good as Jay does but you couldn’t even think of anything close. You were trying so hard to give him an inch of self worth but there was nothing, he hadn’t made you feel wanted or even like he loved you yet you still felt bad for showing interest in Jay. You’d have to put your feelings for your partner to one side and no matter how impossible it seemed you’d try to convince yourself he wasn’t for you.

You’d managed to escape the district without anyone seeing you and by anyone you meant Jay. Unlocking your car and dumping your bag into the back, you jump when you see Jay standing there as you slam the truck down in frustration “You trying to kill me?” you hit his shoulder as you pass but he doesn’t move, instead his eyes scan as you slightly graze him to try and get to the passenger side “You’re just gonna leave without saying anything?” you could feel your heart pull at the hurt behind his words, the concern sweeping across his brows and the way he held his hands together like he did when he was nervous. “I need to get ready for tonight” you fake smile but he wasn’t buying it.

“So you’re going back to him?” he kicks a stone on the ground and you follow his gaze as he looks back up at you “I don’t have a choice Jay” you plead, causing him to cup your cheeks in his hands to force you to look at him “Of course you have a choice Y/N. You always have a choice” he reassures but you stand in silence, unsure how to respond “If you’re scared of him, I’ll come back with you or hell I’ll go and collect your stuff for you and you can stay with me for a bit” he runs his thumb gently across your cheek and for that split second you can’t hold back your desires as you find yourself leaning into him.

You manage to catch yourself and put your hands against his chest to stop “It was a mistake Jay, I’m sorry for leading you on but it’s not gonna happen”.

You pull yourself away from him and open the passenger door to get inside before he has a chance to pull you back “ That’s bullshit and you know it Y/N” he leans against your door, speaking through your car window but you keep your eyes focused on turning the key to start the engine before mumbling “I’m sorry” and driving away.

You look into your mirror, watching as Jay stands there defeated with his hands hung low and his head dipped “You’re a fucking idiot Y/N” you curse yourself before taking another look in the mirror to see Jay was gone.

***

You flicked through the dresses in your wardrobe, really not being in the mood for the party was in a strange was urging you to put more effort in to hope it would lift your spirits. You’d poured yourself a few glasses of your favourite mixer and had some music playing in the background to assist in your motivation. Of course you were home alone, what else is new..

You were used to coming home to an empty apartment, after moving in with Mike after just a few dates there was always such excitement to return from work to see him lounging on the sofa and ready to engulf you in his arms but that didn’t last long. He would be out until late, without even so much of a text message which would leave you sitting around waiting before eventually giving up in the small hours of the morning to retire to bed alone. You found it funny at this point, the classic ‘gotta laugh or you’ll cry’ really was how you dealt with it and you thought that was for the best.

You’d stumbled upon a little satin black dress that you’d bought for your birthday last year but due to staying late at work you never got the chance to wear it so it would be perfect for tonight. After a little touch of make up and keeping your hair simple you stopped to examine yourself in the mirror and for the first time in a while you were surprsingly pleased at who was looking back at you. You’d hardly bothered with your appearance anymore, going out to a party was a rareity so it always did seem to take you back a bit when you looked like this and you were feeling good.

After taking another sip of your drink your mind started to wander, Jay creeping up behind you and snaking his arms round your waist as you admire yourself. His lips pressing into your neck as he whispers into your ear of how good you look and how lucky he is to have you sent the chills down your spine. You’d wrap your hands around Jay’s forearms as he trails his lips along your shoulder, lifting your hair to the other side to allow him access to your exposed skin as he nips lightly at the corner to make you giggle.

You were so lost in your thoughts that when the door slammed you almost dropped your drink in fright, you quickly downed the remainder before heading out of the bedroom and into the main open place space. Running your hands over your dress to smooth out any creases you look up to see Mike ripping the tie from around his neck and shoving it onto the counter. You stand in the doorway, waiting to see if he notices you and gives you the attention you now so desperately crave, even if it wasn’t from him.

Instead, he heads for the kitchen and pours himself a drink, takes the glass and slumps on the sofa without so much as a second look at you. You clear your throat to get him to look up but still nothing. With your hands on your hips you strut over to stand in front of the TV so he had no choice but to see you blocking his view. He takes a sip from the glass and shrugs, still trying to look round you to see the pointless comedy show that was playing on the screen “going somewhere?” he questions, eyes still averted from you. You lean into your hip and raise your brows down at him “It’s the gala? You’re meant to be my plus one?”. He takes another sip with a shake of his head “Don’t know what you’re talking about”.

This is the first time you’ve spoken in hours and he already has that look of grimace on his face, looking straight through you as if you’re not even there. Luckily, the liquid courage had made it easier to deal with as you let his words bounce off you, the thoughts of Jay quickly making their way back into your mind. How his jaw would drop if he walked through the door and you greeted him like this, infact even if you were in joggers and a sweater he would still tell you how gorgeous you looked. He’d wrap you in his arms, running his fingertips up and down your sides as he admired his girl standing in front of him with the confidence that no matter how many guys drooled over her she would still go back to him. You wanted to be that girl.

“Just change your shirt, we’re leaving in 5 minutes” you demand, heading into the kitchen yourself to grab yourself another drink as you had a feeling you’d be needing it. You hear him grumble something as he clambers from the sofa and drags himself into the bedroom, a part of you shocked he actually did as he was asked but the other part regretting reminding him as the thought of spending the night alone with Jay was sounding all the more tempting.

A few moments go by and you’re sitting at the table waiting for him, legs swinging with your head resting on your hand as your mind is clouded with the thoughts of the all too familiar detective. Was he going to be wearing a suit? Would he need help choosing a shirt and tie combo? You’d sit on the bed as he’d groan into the mirror when he couldn’t work out which one looked better. Turning to you to ask for your opinion as you tie the best looking one round his neck, feeling his breath on your lips as he glares intently down at you. His hands finding their way to your hips as you button the top few buttons of his shirt up before hooking his collar back over the tie. Feeling him watching you’re every move as his grasp on you tightens, sitting back down onto the bed to pull you onto his lap. You swing your legs over each of his as he leans back and pulls you on top of him, his arms keeping you on him as you try to escape as you tease about how you were going to be late-

“How’s this?” a voice interrupts your thoughts, looking up to see Mike in a fresh white shirt tucked into black jeans “No tie?” you ask, slightly dissapointed but he scoffs “It’s not that fancy, don’t know why you’re so dressed up” he comments, feeling the all too normal pit in your stomach as you brush it off “lets go then so we can get this over with”.

From the moment you arrived you felt on edge, you hadn’t seen Jay yet and you couldn’t ignore the way your heart dropped at the thought of him not being there. Deep down he was the only reason you’d dressed up, the motivation for you to be there and the only thing you could look forward to was seeing him but still no sign. You were stood at the bar, watching as Mike eyed up every girl that passed like they were piece of meat and it made you feel sick.

You stood chatting with Kim who was soon joined by Adam, draping his arm round her waist as they stood opposite you to make conversation. You could feel Mike wasn’t paying attention and had even taken a seat at one of the bar stools so he wasn’t even part of the conversation. You couldn’t help the thoguhts drift back into your mind, how you knew if you were with Jay he would proudly have his arm round you when you were at an event or even have his hand protecvitely resting on your lower back to let you know he was still there as a form comfort. He’d whisper in how he can’t wait to get you alone, making you giggle as his breath hits your ear to make the hairs on your neck stand on edge. He’d love to tell people how you met at work but always knew there was something more, others would comment on how smitten he was with you and how he looked at you with those doting eyes like you were his whole world and he wanted everyone to know.

Kim hits your arm in laughter to bring you out of your thoughts but Adam was looking like he could murder. Glaring at Mike like he wanted to lay into him, scoffing at the disrespect and the poor way he was treating his friend. You slightly dreaded how Jay would react and honestly hoped they wouldn’t see each other but it was too late.

You were chatting away, in efforts to try and distract Adam from the way Mike was behaving when you saw him appear through the crowd from over Adam’s shoulder. It was like a cliche movie, you zoned into him like he was the only one in the room, Kim’s words fading into the background as you could almost hear the laughter falling from his lips as he engages in conversation. You suddenly felt safe, like you knew nothing would happen to you as long as he was there and you just wanted to be tucked under his arm for the rest of the night but you had to play it cool.

Watching as he heads towards you, drink in one hand with the other stuffed in his pants pocket. The crisp black shirt that was paired with a black tie finished it off, that man could look good in anything but seeing him in all black flicked a switch inside you and gave you that all too familiar feeling of the craving you had for him. His eyes widened when he saw you standing there, roaming your body and admiring every inch before Adam nudged him to get his attention “Bro, you didn’t look at me like that” he acted hurt, his hands on his heart as he pleaded “I just want Halstead to look at me like he looks at Y/N. Is that too much to ask?” he pretends to wipe a tear as you roll your eyes “Look like that in a dress and I’ll think about it” Jay comments, still with his gaze on you as you feel the heat rise to your cheeks “You look alright too I guess” you tease but this is when Mike decides he finally wants to join in.

“You must be Jack” he extends his hand out to Jay who looks at him with a laughter in disgust “It’s Jay” he grimaces a smile and you try to hide yours by taking another sip of your drink. Mike drops his hand as Jay doesn’t meet his gesture as Kim breaks the silence “Who wants another drink?” she asks and you raise your empty glass “You’ve had enough, don’t want you making a fool of yourself” Mike mocks, expecting others to laugh at his comment but no one does.

You notice Jay’s fists clench at his sides and if Adam didn’t look happy before, he certaintly doesn’t now. Kim places a hand to his arm to calm him down and you only wish you could do the same to Jay but instead you watch as he eyes Mike, only imagining the thoughts that were going through his head as his nostrils flare. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom” Mike announces before excusing himself, leaving you stood in silence as Kim hands you another drink with that familiar sympathetic smile “I’m gonna kill him” Adam scoffs and Jay hums in agreement “You’re telling me”.

It had been a while since Mike left your side, you’d barely noticed until Kim commented on how long he had been. You took a quick scan of the room but couldn’t see him anywhere and it’s like the feeling in your gut was trying to tell you something as you find yourself heading towards the bathroom before you can think. You march your way through the people, ignoring the calls from behind you and too focused on what you knew you were about to see. You slam the stall doors open one by one but he wasn’t there, a sigh of relief as you didn’t want to catch him out at one of your work parties was soon ruined as you hear a moan coming from down the hall. You storm towards the noises, blocking them out as you get closer and turn the corner to see Mike holding an unfamiliar girl up against the wall with her dress hiked up around her waist.

You can’t move. As much as you want to scream and run, it’s like your feet are glued to the floor and you can’t move an inch. Instead you stand and watch them all over each other, him with a dare you say smile on his face as their lips intertwine. A sudden noise from behind you forces him to look in your direction, doing the quickest double take when he see’s you standing there but he still didn’t stop. Instead he dug his head further into her shoulder with every thrust, stopping to look up at you with an evil glint in his eye as he clearly enjoyed the fact you’d caught him and wanted you to watch.

You finally come to your senses and headed back to the bar, no urgency in your walk, anger in your head or even tears in your eyes as you kept your head high and acted as if nothing has happened. As you approach you see the heads turn to you with concern “Where the hell were you?” Kim questions with a hushed tone “Did you find him?”. You shake your head “Want me and Jay to go and look for him?” Adam suggests and you chuckle “If I want to find a body in the river tomorrow, I’ll give you a shout”.

You down your drink in one as Adam and Kim resume their conversation, Jay brings himself over to you and rests his hand on your lower back as he leans into you “You wanna get some fresh air?” he asks and you nod “like you wouldn’t believe”. He keeps his hand pressed into your back as he guides you out of the room and towards the exit into the majestic grounds of the hall. You can’t help but constantly look through the faces to try and spot Mike but there was no sign, probably still with that girl in the bathrooms or even better he’s taken her home to the apartment you shared and was fucking her into your bedspread.

As soon as the fresh air hits you it feels like a sigh of relief, it was just you and Jay with no one else around, a complete contrast from the noisy crowded party and you wouldn’t want it any other way. There was a side to you that wanted to blurt it all out, knowing Jay would storm in there and lay into Mike was something you really wanted to see. The anger rising in his body as he clenches his fists, the vein in his neck popping as you confess or the desperation in his eyes as he asks you to tell him where he is, but there was the other side that wanted to keep it bottled up.

You knew the second option was wrong as it would just be another plan of self destruction and there was no way you could go back to that apartment tonight. There was only one person you knew you wanted to leave with and that same person was now the only one standing before you.

‘Fuck it’ you thought to yourself and there it was, the moment you built up the courage to push your lips onto his. His arms clung at your waist from the sudden contact, pulling you into him but soon retracting when he realised what was happening “What’s going on? You sa-” he began but you leant in to try and cut him off but he wasn’t having it. His hand was still pressed into your back so you were inches apart, his eyes flicking between your lips and back up to your eyes but he was trying to control himself and make sure it was what you wanted. Normally this would make your legs weak at how sweet and considerate you knew he was but you needed him, you longed for him, you craved him and now you had the fear he didn’t want you.

“You said you didn’t want this?” he questions with a huff “I was lying” you smile “I want you. You know I want you Jay” you yet again lean into him but he puts his hands on your waist firmly to keep you apart “Has something happened?”. Without words he already knows, the way your breath hitches and you harshly swallow was enough to set off the rage in him “Did he do something to you?” you can see his temper rising while trying to stay calm for you “Did he hurt you Y/N?”.

The panic sets in as you see his anger grow “I swear to god Y/N, if he laid a single finger on you”. You instinctively put your hand to his cheek to ground him “Jay he hasn’t touched me” you reassure, wording it carefully to not say ‘he hasn’t hurt me’ as after what you’ve just seen that would take a certain person to not be hurt. He relaxes ever so slightly under your touch and confession but he was still rigid, the frustration running through his body as he tries to scan your face for answers but you’re giving him nothing.

“Can we just forget him?” you try to push past it, moving your hand down his chest and fiddling with one of the buttons “Or do you not want me?” the crack in your voice kills him, there shouldnt be a shadow of doubt in your mind about how bad he wants you, he’s needed you for so long that he should be taking you to be his right now but there was something stopping him.

“Of course I want you Y/N, are you kidding?” he grips at your waist to further cement his words “I want you so fucking bad that you’re all I can think about” he groans as you pull him closer to you by his shirt collar and just as your lips are about to meet you hear that all too familiar voice call out for you from inside the party. Your head snaps round so fast you’re surpsied you didn’t pull a muscle and the grip on Jay’s collar tells him you dont want to see Mike.

He switches the position so he was closest to the door, his body shielding you as you cower behind him as he was the only one he could trust to protect you and be the one between you and Mike.

Mike spots you through the door, clutching onto Jays shirt like your life depended on it but not in a way through fear. You weren’t scared of him as you knew nothing would happen to you as long as Jay was there but it was through a nervousness as you just wanted to forget the situation ever happened and just cut ties but he clearly wasn’t feeling the same way. He points his finger to you as he storms through the open doors, cursing yourself for having left them open as he may not have though to look out if they were closed.

“Turn around and head back inside” Jay warns, keeping one hand behind his back and ensuring you stayed there “Get away from my girlfriend buddy” Mike scoffs which amuses Jay as he smirks “Sorry that’s my fault for not being clear. Turn around. Head home and stay the fuck away from her”.

You step around Jay but he still keeps an arm on you which you’re more that grateful for “Was she good?” you ask, confidence rising knowing he could no longer bilittle you how he pleased “What?” he questions and you roll your eyes “How was she? Tight enough for you?” you notice Jay straighten up beside you, clearly realizing what’s happened and increasing his anger and determination to end the man standing in front of him.

You place a hand to Jay’s upper arm and squeeze lightly in reassurance. “Go home, I’ll send for my stuff” you scorn but Mike doesn’t move “I don’t know if you heard her but she said go home” Jay takes a step towards him and as much as you trust Jay and know how he acts, this is the first time you’ve questioned if he will be able to stop himself. “You really don’t want me to tell you again” Jay threatens, Mike matches Jay’s step and closes the gap between them when you interject and stand between the pair with a hand on each of their chests.

Looking up to see the fear in Mike’s eyes but the anger and darkness behind Jay’s “Go. Home” you instruct to Mike who pauses for a second to look down at you and then back up to Jay “You’re lucky she’s here otherwise you wouldn’t live to see another day” Jay smirks, putting an emphasis on every word he spits out at Mike.

The three of you stand in silence, watching as Mike and Jay stare at each other was laughable. Mike didn’t stand a single chance again Jay on a normal day let alone now, he was full of rage and needed an outlet so you feel a sigh of relief when Mike takes a step back and turns to head back inside “If I hear you’ve even breathed near her. I promise it will be the last breath you ever take” Jay calls out to him, his lips puling in an evil smile to which you hit him on the chest. His expression soon changes when he looks down at you and you feel your heart skip a beat, the vengeance in his eyes that told you the inner battle to control himself was getting impossible to ignore.

“I’m sorry” he blurts out, the least of what you were expecting him to say, the softness as he reaches to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and continuing to trace your jawline with his fingertips. You loop your arms around his neck, leaving one to pull him closer to you as his arms find their way back to your hips with an urgency “I don’t want your sorry” you comment, his thumb runs along your bottom lip as he lightly tugs on the corner at the roughness of his skin “I want you”.

He didn’t need telling twice, his grip on your waist pulled you onto him. Your legs wrapping round his waist as he steaded you against the wall, rocking his hips into yours as his lips made their way along your collarbone to lightly nip at the skin causing you to yelp “I’m going to show you how you deserve to be treated” he moaned into the crook of your neck with another light blow to the now damp skin from his lips “and we both know, it will be only me that can show you that”.

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cloudy-leonhart · 3 years

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I JUST READ YOUR VETERANS WITH FILIPINO S/O AND IM SO PROUD WCEIWVEHHW, can i also request a veteran reaction to like, their s/o gets flirted with a guy and their s/o is totally oblivious. (also, nanaba is very cute, ate nana 😭✊)

wait but this is such a good request 🥺 maybe that’s just me, I like jealous headcanons lmao-

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AOT VETERANS JEALOUS HCS WITH OBLIVIOUS S/O!!

[author note: I have a few fic requests in my inbox rn! Please dw if u requested a fic, it takes me a little longer to write fics than headcanons so please don’t think I’m ignoring your request! I also had to rewrite this, I had a bad weekend and tumblr keeps deleting my drafts but I still want to provide for my followers, so I apologize that it’s only half of the veterans! I’ll add Nanaba and Moblit once I do get the motivation too! ]

Summary: S/O get’s flirted with, vets are big jealous babies.

Gender Neutral Reader.

Recommended Song: How Long - Charlie Puth.

TW: some swearing, suggestive themes, yucky boys hitting on you.

Theme: Fluff, canonverse.

Characters: Erwin, Hange, Levi, Miche.

Erwin Smith

Honestly even he couldn’t tell at first that the noble man (lets call him, Gene.) you were talking to was flirting with you.

You were absolutely oblivious, you think Gene is just having a conversation with you and Gene thinks you like him.

When Erwin notices it, at first he’s like “hmm, maybe Reader’s talking business with him.” And then Gene kissed the back of your hand, in which he felt his eye twitching. He started pouting really bad, he looked like a kicked puppy from across the ballroom. He didn’t want to be rude, so he kept reassuring himself that it was a friendly gesture.

You were absolutely clueless, like “this is fine.” clueless. You had no idea Gene was trying his hardest to court you. Until You felt Erwin behind you, that is.

You know those big coughs that you do to get someone’s attention. Yeah, Erwin coughed REALLY loud. Mind you, Erwin probably towers most nobles. So imagine the face on Gene when he saw this tall, titan-slaying commander towering over him. I think he almost peed his pants honestly, he was like “uh..it was nice meeting you, miss Last name, but uh..I- I uhm.. Igottago-“

Yeah he speed-walked his scared ass outta there, you were kinda just like “what?” You saw Erwin’s shadow and just turned around with the cutest smile on your face.

“Erwin!” You chirped, he softened his glare on the noble and looked at you, cue his pout coming back. “You really didn’t know?”

“Know what?” You asked, walking with him, hand in hand. You guys were walking back to your carriage to go home for the night.

“Reader, he was flirting with you, quite literally trying to court you.” Erwin groaned, his jealousy starting to show. You were still a bit confused, so you just stared at him with a blank expression.

“He was just being nice Erwin, come on.” You nudged his arm, trying to get him to loosen up, he looked at you, in which you looked at him with puppy dog eyes, in response he groaned, being a sucker for your puppy dog eyes.

He huffed, “you’re staying back at the headquarters from now on.” Your eyes widened slightly, “What?! Why?!” You shook him arm. “Because I don’t want you being flirted with, you’re mine reader, and I’m yours.” Erwin squished your cheeks together.

“Owf Cwouse I’m youws-“ you took his hands off your cheek. “You’re the only man for me,” you laughed as you entered the carriage.

“Now get in, I’m feeling a little empty inside and you’re the only who can fix that.”

Levi Ackerman

Oh dear, if you’re willing to flirt with the Levi Ackerman’s S/O, you’re basically asking for a death wish.

He usually isn’t too jealous when it comes to someone flirting with his S/O genuinely because he’s either busy doing something or he isn’t there at all but...

He’s not called Humanity’s Strongest for nothing. Both of you were in charge for training the cadets. You were known for your kind behaviour, so obviously a lot of the cadets would ask for your training.

In which Levi was okay with because, duh less work for him. He was doing fine until he glanced at you and saw a male cadet getting a little too close. (calling him, Sam.)

You guys were in a secret relationship at the time, he didn’t want anyone teasing you or him about anything so both of you kept it a secret.

See, he regrets that decision right now because it’s really a pain in the ass to see Sam acting like he doesn’t know the moves when he knows damn well he taught the brat those moves a week ago.

So with a clenched jaw, he glared at Sam as you were behind the cadet, teaching him the same move Levi taught him.

Levi looked across the field to see you behind Sam, helping him strike his punch correctly, he felt angered and a little jealous, watching you be so touchy with him.

He sighed and shook his head, trying to calm himself to keep him from doing something, that is until he watched as Sam tripped you just so he could “catch” you. He caught you in those romantic poses.

You weren’t really paying attention to what he was trying to achieve and instead thanked him, unaware of his plan to kiss you. You tried to get out of Sam’s hold, until you realized that Sam was getting close to you.

You were about to start freaking out until someone pulled you into their arms, you looked at your “saviour”’s face, seeing it’s Levi. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing to a section commander, cadet?” Sam gulped, walking back. “Just making sure captain Reader’s okay, captain Levi.” Sam saluted, sweating profusely.

“That requires you tripping them and almost kissing them?” Levi’s eyebrow raised as his arm tightened against your waist, that’s when a lightbulb lights up in your mind, ‘Is..is Levi jealous??’ “uh well-” Sam tried to explain himself, “I taught you this move last week, you have no excuse to ask for captain Reader’s help.”

A scowl was long planted on Levi’s face. Sam scoffed, “Okay, so I wanted to court captain Reader, but Sir, they’re single, you can’t blame for wanting to court them.” Levi took a step forward, you prevented him from beating Sam up.

“They’ve got a boyfriend.” He spat out, basically death staring Sam down. “And who’s that?” Sam laughed out.

Levi clicked his tongue, before you knew it, Levi’s lips were on yours. “Me.” He stated.

Hange Zöe

Hange, they usually are chill most of the times, to be honest they don’t get too jealous, it’s only when it’s painfully obvious, that’s when it starts to tick them off.

I mean, making Levi Ackerman mad is one thing, but Hange?? I’m already planning your funeral. One of the corps’ rules, never ever make Hange Zöe mad.

It does not help when their S/O absolutely is oblivious.

Hange starts off with being a little skeptical and glancing at you from afar. then it becomes a stare once in a while, and then their mood gets soiled.

they start to become irritated, at this one garrison squad member (let’s name him Avery) talking with you. You should actually be helping them with their experiments.

And they snap when they see you being offered a flower.

Little clueless Reader, just confirmed Avery’s death, it’s been signed this point on.

You could hear AND feel Hange’s stomps nearing both you and Avery.

God help the poor garrison member, because they’re about to be sent to heaven with how jealous and irritated Hange is.

“Hey, Avery.” Hange’s voice cut through your guys’ conversation, “Hange!” you chirped, holding onto the flower Avery had gifted you. “Hange! You’ve met Reader here right?” Avery asked, also unaware of Hange’s attitude.

“yes, they’re actually my partner.” Hange’s teeth was gritted as they took their rightful place beside you, pulling you close. Cue the awkward silence, “Oh my god, Hange I’m so sorry, I thought they were you know-” Hange didn’t even let him finish.

“Just get the fuck out, Avery.” Hange gave him a glare that almost made Avery shit his pants. “Yes captain!” He saluted and left before Hange could murder him. “What was that about, Hange?” You asked as they took the flower out of your hand.

“He was courting you, and you were letting him, darling.” Hange stated, as you covered your mouth with your hand, “Oh! I’m sorry Hange! Darn it, I’m so oblivious.” You scolded yourself.

“It’s good you can still remember that you belong to me.” Hange continued, inspecting the flower gifted to you. “Of course, you only, Hange.” You agreed, looking at them.

“Wanna prove it to me then, Reader?”

Miche Zacharias

Miche is kind of like a grizzly bear, you should never be around him when he’s mad or jealous.

He tends to be more aggressive when it comes to him being irritated, I don’t mean to headcanon him as a wolf, but I know he just growls when a little thing goes wrong.

He’s possessive over you now, but now he’s basically just suffocating you with his over-protectiveness.

I feel as if he can tell when someone has some kind of weird scent, and it basically spoils everything he can smell.

He tends to hover around you once he gets jealous, he’ll get clingy and probably need to have you touching him somehow, holding hands, side by side. He just needs to be touching you.

He’s the type of person to also just, push away who ever you’re talking with, and just drag you away.

One time, you and him went on a date and the person who worked there hit on you right in front of him, Miche made him almost piss his pants.

Miche and you were out at an event for survery corps members, celebrating your recent successes with your latest expedition. Miche was with Erwin and Levi while you chatted up a storm with a noble named Walter.

Miche could feel himself about to break his glass, watching you and Walter laugh together. “So, are you seeing anyone?” Walter asked, you stopped laughing, shocked that he’d ask you that question out of nowhere.

“What?-” At this point Walter had a hold of both of your hands, you were absolutely still in place, “Actually don’t mind that, can I court you?” A big smile was on Walter’s face, wondering about your answer. “I-”

“You actually can’t, they have a boyfriend.” Miche had long appeared behind you, towering over both you and Walter. You closed your eyes, in a bit of relief, “Yes, this is Miche, he’s a section commander and my boyfriend.” You smiled, hooking your hand with Miche’s, silently hoping that Walter would leave you both alone.

“Ah, I’m terribly sorry, I thought you didn’t have a partner, that’s my fault.” Walter quickly apologized, seeing how intimidating Miche was. “well, I-..I should go, it was lovey meeting you and your boyfriend, Reader.” Walter speed-walked his way out of his situation, leaving you with a pouty and jealous Miche.

“Why talk to those who look like they have it tiny, Reader?”

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angelguk · 3 years

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what happens in this section is entirely a result of what guys voted please do not! come for my head in my inbox im begging. very sad in general like Angst with a capital A with a sprinkle of despair and pain. listen to mess it up by gracie abrams. roughly 2k.

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You thought Lucas would help, the warmth of his body a distraction from your aching heart, but he didn’t. Not the way you needed him to. He was sweet enough, made you giggle endlessly before finding his place between your thighs. But even with his tongue on your clit, your (now usually sober) mind still lingered on Jeongguk, his memory a stain on your soul. It didn’t help when you spotted him with a girl hanging off his arm, her bright eyes stuck on his face, soaking him in like the earth does the sun. You didn’t know her name – Chayoung took the liberty of whispering it to you after your biology lab. She was Hyeri, a sophomore with a delicate laugh and graceful disposition. That vile vindictive black thing that now inhabited your chest swelled, brain already comparing the differences between you and her. Your clumsiness suddenly felt like a curse, even though Jeongguk had countlessly said he loved you for it (or did he say that just to ease your worries?). Insecurities spring forth like weeds and you don’t have the capacity to keep the careful garden of your heart tended.

They take over slowly, your eyes stinging whenever you see them huddled together in the quad. Bitter tears blinked back, your blinkered senses overlooking how Jeongguk’s quiet gaze followed your figure whenever you turned your back to him, even with Yoona yapping at his ears.

Perhaps the despondency that clung to your bones is what led you here, face planted in the musky scent of Namjoon’s sheets, your heart throbbing funny.

“Can you even breathe?” He questions. The timbre of his voice washes over you, familiar and somewhat reassuring. You twist upright to face him, eyes squeezing tight when the bright fluorescent lights in his room assaults your vision.

“I was hoping my heart would give up if I held it in long enough.”

Namjoon stills, brown eyes flitting over you. He coughs like he’s working through various sets of words before he decides what’s most suitable. “And then what? I get framed for murder when they find your body here?”

You laugh, and it hurts. “Maybe. My body is very portable though, did you consider first burying me in the backyard?”

“Rookie mistake,” Namjoon returns. He rises to fetch the mugs of tea sitting idle on a stool he’d dragged from the corner of his room. “The sniffer dogs would fly straight to that location. Also, I’d have to dig a hole big enough to fit your head in.”

“And why would the dogs find me immediately?” You say, shuffling upright, palms ready to receive the tepid heat that will seep through the ceramic the moment the cup settles in your hand.

“Your perfume,” Namjoon says. He hands you the mug, heat fulfilling its chosen purpose, the scent of gentle jasmine wafting to your nose.

You pout then, glancing at him. “My perfume?”

“It’s distinct. Violet, right? Maybe vanilla too?” Namjoon says it easily, sinking beside you, utterly unaware of the ticking in your brain. Your gaze falters then, shifting to his broad shoulder and thick biceps. The ivy shirt he’s got on barely contains all that muscle in, fabric stretched thin.

You take a sip of your tea, and despite the period Namjoon gave it to cool it still scalds your tongue.

“Why do you know what fragrance I wear?” It comes out accusatory, but Namjoon handles it well, laughing low.

“You’ve had the same one since high-school, I think. And I remember you telling me.”

The fingers around your cup squeeze tight, your brain unlocking a moment you’d forgotten in the wake of brighter ones. A quiet afternoon at the back of your high-school, Namjoon towering over you, his nose trailing the hollow of your neck, a stray comment about how you smelled good washing over you. It was followed by a flustered younger version of you deflecting, heart pounding wild when Namjoon drew back to look at you as you rattled off the different sillages that made up your favourite perfume. He’d laughed, low like did just now, before calling you cute and pulling you in for a kiss.

“Oh,” you finally murmur. “I remember now.”

You were actually going to change it after your break-up with him, but then Jeongguk had mentioned how much he’d liked it and the bottle had stayed.

Namjoon hums, his gaze slow as it shifts around the room. It’s a space that screams of him, light wood tones and plants breaking from the pristine white walls. Space carved for nature, a grounding sensation living within these four walls – something that seems to live inside of Namjoon too.

“How are you?” He suddenly asks, turning slowly to measure your features.

You blink hard, only realising then that you’d been staring at his face for a second too long. “F-fine. I’m okay. Just busy, y’know. Finals coming up, planning events; the usual.”

“I know,” Namjoon says with a ginger smile. “But that’s not what I’m asking. How are you? With Jeongguk and everything.”

“Oh.” You can’t answer that, his unexpected brazenness shocking your system. The smile on his lips fades, a solemnness in the brown of his eyes. His next words are earnest, and they settle in the pit of your stomach.

“Y/N, I know you didn’t just come here to chat for no reason. We can talk about Jeongguk, that’s okay.”

“N-no, we don’t need it. We’re over. It’s been two months already. We’re seeing other people and I don’t really want to discuss one of my exes with another one. And maybe I did just come to see you,” you tack on an empty laugh at the end, hoping Namjoon doesn’t read right through you.

But he does. Like a part of you hoped he would.

“I’m your friend, you know. We had something but nothing like what you and Jeongguk have. Two months isn’t going to make a lifetime disappear. It’s okay if you still feel bad.”

That’s what cracks you, a well-aimed hammer knocking your walls right down. You bite your lip hard, fingertips pinching the ceramic in your grasp, and swallow the tears looming in your throat with a choked laugh.

“I’m fine, Namjoon. I feel a little like shit but I’m working on it. And Lucas is a great guy–”

“But he’s not Jeongguk.” The sentence feels heavy as if it carries the weight of many hearts on it. But it’s also a line you were thinking about earlier, even with Lucas pressed against you.

“That’s not what I would say–”

“But it’s what you were thinking,” Namjoon cuts. Maybe there’s a peephole in your head that only Namjoon has access to. “And that’s fine. It sucks for Lucas, though. But you shouldn’t feel bad for thinking that way. Especially when you know how special Jeongguk is to you.”

Special. The word is bright, glimmering like Jeongguk’s eyes do.

“I-I just–it just–I don’t know.” The tears you’d attempted to seal inside burst, slipping down your cheeks quiet. Namjoon pry's the mug from your hand, replaces its warmth with his own, and for a split second things feel bearable.

“Hey, hey,” he murmurs, a calloused palm on your damp cheek, his steadiness clearing away the gloomy skies in your head. But he doesn’t tell you to stop crying, doesn’t whisper that it’ll be okay. He just tugs you closer, rests your splinting head on his wide chest, and soaks up the tears on your face with his shirt. Like the earth does for the pouring heavens.

You eventually hiccup the despair down, finding the words to explain to Namjoon what you were feeling in between the moments where breathing didn’t feel like a race. He takes the news of Jeongguk kissing somebody days after your break-up with wide eyes, his eyebrows drawing together. And then comes the second girl, you don’t even know her name but it still cleaves something out of you. And finally, Hyeri. Her name is a lament.

“And it sucks because he looks happy with her and I still want him to be happy because I still love him. I love him so much it hurts.”

Namjoon cocks his head then, his wide palm sliding down your back. “You think Jeongguk looks happy?”

“Yes?” But it’s a question, your upward gaze on his face imploring.

Namjoon shakes his head instead. You don’t hear it, the following words a deep muffled murmur, “Both of you are idiots.” But you see the twinkle in his eyes and it makes your back straighten.

You want to pester but Namjoon pulls you closer, and you lose yourself in the feeling of him, before a question can register on your tongue. His arms are huge, like sturdy branches defying the blistering gales of your heart. He lets you cry for a little longer, listening intently to the continuing spew of words from your lips, until the storm quiets into a breeze.

“Okay?” Namjoon asks.

You stick your head further into his chest, breathe him in deep. “Okay.”

When he shifts away your skin freezes, but then you realise he’s reaching for a blanket. He swathes it around you fondly, pulling you in for a swift hug before falling out of your reach once more.

“Now, I think we both need a moment to process that.” He’s talking about but you’re not listening, your eyes on his face, gaze gently trailing the curve of his lips. “I also think we need food before we start unpacking the mess you’re in–”

You swallow the sentence with your lips, salt singeing the corners of your mouth. But your movements are not reciprocated, Namjoon’s mouth is still under yours. The soft hand on your neck guiding you away is what pulls you back, right out of that strange dark desperate ocean that held you.

“Y/N–”

“Sorry, shit–shit, I shouldn’t have done that.” But there’s no use now, you can’t take it back. Namjoon is looking at you with those eyes, the ones that feel like pity. His sympathy suddenly makes you feel sick, and you wish the ceiling would give away and shatter your head. “I should go.”

He tries to stop you, firm but gentle with his words and hands. But you’re a wild storm again and nothing can stop you from snatching your butterfly tote bag from the floor of his room and fleeing. The black thing that had been subdued for a moment reemergence with vengeance the second you hit the sidewalks, vision reeling. How could you do that? To Namjoon? To the stable friendship you'd created? But he felt too warm, too caring, too much of everything that you longing for and that Lucas could never give you.

Just a reminder of the swimmer's name as you skidding to a halt, the thump in your chest vicious. Maybe Jeongguk was right. Constantly painting yourself the victim while actively hurting the ones around you. Maybe you should have never let him kiss you again on that rooftop. Maybe you should have never tried to love him.

—

It’s silent in your head when you get back to your apartment. Sieun is home, finally back from her trip to her boyfriend’s parents place, so you’re not surprised to hear the soft hum of laughter filtering through the house. You don’t expect to find Chayoung there though.

They’re huddling in the kitchen, drifting out cheery greetings when you trudge it, only to fall silent when you mumble back a hollow response. A gentle song floating from the radio fills the empty space, three bodies navigating something tense.

“Were you with Lucas?” Sieun eventually pokes. She’s not a big fan of him. She’s not a big fan of the current break-up between you and Jeongguk either. She’s going to hate you for what you’re about to tell her.

“No,” you mumble. There are twenty notifications flashing across your phone screen, all from Namjoon. You feel sick, and you might cry again.

“Well? What’s with the long face?” Chayoung adds.

You take a deep breath, gripping the marble counter tight before twisting around. Better to rip it off all at once right? And there’s no way you could hold this inside of you, not when there is barely any room for your broken heart.

“I kissed Namjoon.”

“WHAT?” Sieun’s jaw slams into the ground and Chayoung freezes beside her, like her joints have suddenly been welded together. They stare at you for long you might have grown a second head during it. And then the questions come, a torrent erupting. You blank for a second, and then the guilt crawls up your spine. It may only be thirteen past five in the afternoon but you definitely need a drink.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #jungkook drabble #bts x reader #i said this was gonna tomorrow but my brain said tonight so here we are #nobody ask me how we're gonna come back from this #this is ur fault!!#bts angst #jungkook scenario #jungkook fanfic

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Serendipity (23/?)

Fandom: Station 19, Grey’s Anatomy

Characters: Maya Bishop & Carina DeLuca

Summary: A chance meeting at a bar leads to these two idiots falling in love. Follows canon and fills in the gaps of their relationship that we didn’t get to see on screen.

Also @ AO3.

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Worth Fighting For

You don't have to have it all figured out to move forward. Just take the next step. - Unknown

Maya arrives at Carina’s home just after one o’clock. She pulls up on the road outside and looks up at the townhouse, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. Her body is tense with a nervous anticipation at seeing Carina again. They would usually exchange a few texts during Maya’s twenty-four hour shifts, but there has been nothing since their Friday night dinner except for a brief message from Carina this morning to say that she hoped Maya’s shift had been safe and calm, and she was looking forward to seeing her for lunch.

It feels too familiar, too normal to engage in flirty text messages, and okay they both want to get their relationship back on track and Maya feels optimistic that they can and will – but these early days of trying to move past her indiscretion feel hard and doubt keeps creeping in. She tries to push it away, but as she stares up at the brick building in front of her, it ties her stomach into knots.

Yet she is as determined as she was when she turned up at the hospital to beg for forgiveness that she will prove to Carina that she is sorry and will do whatever it takes to convince her that their relationship is worth saving.

Maya steps out of the car and crosses the sidewalk, walking up the steps to the front door. She rings the bell and waits, her left knee jiggling impatiently. There is no answer and Maya frowns. She checks her phone in case Carina sent her another message to cancel their plans, but her inbox is empty. She bites her bottom lip, unsure what to do. Maybe Carina is in the bathroom and didn’t hear the doorbell? The knots in her stomach twist a little tighter as she tries again. After just a few seconds this time, she hears the lock click and the door drifts open. Maya pushes it slowly, poking her head inside.

She hears Carina before she sees her, speaking rapidly into her cellphone. She must be talking to family, Maya guesses, because she speaks in Italian and Maya has no chance of deciphering what she is saying. She takes a tentative step inside. Carina turns slightly and beckons her in, but doesn’t hang up. Maya can tell from the way she holds her body, her shoulders hunched and a concerned frown on her face, that something is wrong. She wonders if it is something to do with Andrew. He has been doing so well at his residential facility and is supposed to be coming home next week, and Maya feels her heart sink at the thought that maybe he has taken a step backwards.

“Si. Si, lo farò,” she hears Carina say as she ends the call.

She turns to Maya. “I’m sorry.”

Maya shakes her head, dismissing her apology. “What’s going on?”

Carina’s face crumples in response to her question and Maya immediately steps forwards, her hands taking Carina’s hips and twisting them gently until Carina is facing her.

“Hey,” she says softly. “Tell me what happened.”

“My Zio… my uncle, Eduardo. He’s sick. He, uh, he got admitted to the hospital last night.” She gulps. “It’s bad. The doctors want to put him on a ventilator.” Her chest shudders as she inhales. “And now my aunt and uncle both have a cough, and they’ve been taking groceries to my Nonna because she won’t leave the house.”

“Oh, Carina, I’m sorry,” Maya says. “Come here.”

She pulls Carina in to in a tight embrace, wrapping her arms around her body and holding her close. “The hospital will take care of him. The doctors will know what to do,” Maya tries to reassure, except Carina is a doctor and she knows the reality better than Maya does. Still, she feels Carina nod, her hands gripping her jacket tightly.

Maya holds her until Carina pulls away, smiling weakly as she tries to brush off her vulnerability.

“Mi dispiace… I’m sorry,” she says. “I didn’t invite you to lunch just to cry on your shoulder.”

Maya shoots her an admonishing glance. “Don’t be sorry. This virus, it’s scary for everyone.” She looks up at Carina with wide eyes. “It’s coming, isn’t it? The lockdowns, the overcrowded hospitals.”

‘The deaths,’ she thinks, but can’t bring herself to say. She doesn’t need to, she knows it is on Carina’s mind too.

Carina nods. “Soon.”

Maya doesn’t know what prompts it – maybe Carina wants to distract herself from worrying about her family or the threatening pandemic – but before she knows it, Carina dips her head and draws her into a kiss, hard and messy. It catches Maya off-guard but quickly her hands are raking through Carina’s hair. They stumble together until Maya’s back hits the doorframe and she feels Carina��s body press up against hers. A whimper escapes from her mouth as Carina’s lips start their assault on her neck.

Her face buried into Maya’s neck, Carina suddenly becomes still, her body slumping into Maya’s. Recognising the grief that ripples through her, Maya pulls Carina into another tight hug as she quivers in Maya’s arms.

“It’s okay,” Maya murmurs. “You’re okay. I’m here.” She runs her hand over Carina’s hair. “I love you.”

The words that once felt impossible to say now fall from her mouth easily. She feels Carina squeeze her tightly in return and Maya feels guilty about how good it feels to have Carina in her arms and to be able to comfort her when she needs her the most.

Rubbing her back, Maya pulls out of their embrace and looks up at Carina questioningly. Carina nods, silently telling her she is okay.

“What do you need?” Maya asks, resolving to do whatever she asks for.

“Just you, here, is good,” Carina says with a small smile. “Come, let’s go have lunch.”

She takes Maya’s hand, guiding her into the open plan living area. The table is already set for two, a candle burning in the centre. It feels romantic and it surprises Maya, but she is touched by the gesture and feels the knots inside of her unravelling.

“Oh, I stopped by Little Roma on the way and picked up some cannoli,” Maya says, reaching into her bag and retrieving a small box.

It is a nod to the first night they met and it brings out a smile on Carina’s face. “Grazie,” she says, taking the box from Maya’s hand. She nods at one of the chairs. “Sit.”

Carina busies herself in the kitchen. The smell of lemon and garlic wafts through the air towards Maya, who feels her stomach rumble in excitement of being fed. There is a bottle of white wine chilling on the table and Maya pours two glasses as she waits. Within minutes, Carina places a seafood salad on the table between them, a colourful mix of green salad leaves, red and yellow tomatoes and sweet peppers, and topped with shrimp and calamari.

“This looks amazing,” Maya says.

Carina seasons it with salt and pepper, before dishing it out on to their plates.

“Better than tacos, no?” Carina teases.

Maya rolls her eyes and sticks out her tongue playfully, before tucking in. She can’t help but let out a small moan of delight at the flavours that fill her mouth, causing Carina to smile smugly.

“Have you heard from Andrew lately?” Maya asks, hoping to hear some good news that will distract Carina from worrying about her family in Italy.

“Si, I spoke to him yesterday,” Carina answers, her face lighting up. “He’s doing good. The doctors are happy that he can still come home next week.”

“That’s great,” Maya says. “I’m really pleased. You must be happy?”

Carina nods. “But I still have to convince him to come and stay with me, instead of going home to his apartment.”

Maya remembers that the last time Andrew stayed with Carina had only lasted a few days before he had become too irritated by what he called his sister’s “meddling” and had moved home. Perhaps now that he was getting treatment and taking medication, he would be more receptive to it – although Carina does not look so convinced.

“Well, if anyone can persuade him, you can,” Maya says encouragingly.

Carina smiles. “Thank you, bella.”

They keep the conversation light over lunch and it starts to feel like it used to, fun and easy. Maya regales Carina with the story of their recent rescue of a twelve-year-old girl who had tried to climb out onto the tree that stands outside of her bedroom window, only to get stuck between the glass and the guard rails.

“She was running away from home?” Carina questions.

Maya shakes her head. “She was trying to steal her neighbours’ WiFi. Theirs was broken.”

Carina laughs and the sound makes Maya’s heart flutter, because she has missed it so much.

“Oh, and then there was Tom.”

“Tom?” Carina asks.

“Tom is a superhero fanatic who dressed up as Spiderman and put superglue onto his costume so that he could climb the walls. It was industrial strength glue, too.”

“Oh no…” Carina says, guessing what was coming next.

Maya laughs and nods. “When we found him, he was upside down, his knees and arms were stuck to the ceiling. The only way we could get him down was to cut him out of his costume – which he wasn’t happy about and he spent at least thirty minutes arguing with us about why we needed to come up with a different idea.”

Carina shakes her head incredulously. “Lo stupido!”

“Very stupid,” Maya agrees. “He kept telling us that the costume cost him half a month’s wage and he was going to sue us for destroying his property, then he wriggled the whole time we were trying to get him down. Travis ended up with a black eye and Jack got a foot in his chest.”

She doesn’t realise what she is saying until it is too late. Carina’s body instinctively turns rigid at the mention of Jack’s name and Maya kicks herself for being so stupid.

“Carina, I’m sorry, I…”

Carina shakes her head. “It’s fine,” she says, except her tone tells Maya that it is not fine at all.

“Carina…”

“Maya, don’t,” Carina says, her tone clipped. She starts to clear away their lunch plates, a sign that she doesn’t want this conversation to continue.

Maya watches as she takes the plates into the kitchen, annoyed that the good mood between them has been ruined so easily.

“I told you that I’d transfer to another station if me working with Jack was going to be a problem.”

“It’s not a problem,” Carina says.

“Carina…”

“Maya!”

She drops the plates into the sink and they crash together loudly, causing Maya to jump.

Carina’s shoulders sag. “It’s not a problem,” she says. “I just… I’m still trying to get my head around the idea that you see him every day at work.” She looks across the room to Maya. “That’s not easy for me.”

“I know,” Maya says. “But other than transferring, I don’t know what else I can do to change that. And I don’t know what that means for us.”

The fear in her voice is palpable. Carina pauses, before walking back over to the table and sitting down, reaching out to take Maya’s hands in hers. “It means we’re trying,” she says. “I told you, I need time.”

Maya feels her chest tighten and she drops her gaze, looking down at their hands entwined together. What if they don’t have time? She has been following the news, she knows that a potential lockdown means they might not see each other for weeks, maybe months.

“Okay,” is all she says, willing herself to be patient.

Carina lifts one hand and curls her fingers under Maya’s chin, encouraging her to look up at her. Her newly shortened hair sticks to her cheek and Carina tucks it behind her ear, leaning forwards and capturing her in a kiss. It is needy and intimate, and almost territorial, as if she is reclaiming Maya’s lips for her own after they had strayed. The kiss deepens and Maya’s hands slide up Carina’s thighs, wandering further than Carina wants them to. She doesn’t push her away, but her hands fall on top of Maya’s and she stops them from travelling any further. She doesn’t break the kiss and Maya is left wondering what it all means.

“I love you too,” Carina assures her when they part. She keeps her hands linked with Maya’s. “It’s mild outside, no? Why don’t we walk down to the park and take the cannoli with us?”

There was a time not that long ago that they would have spent the afternoon in bed but the message behind Carina’s actions is clear. Maya knows not to push her too quickly, so she nods her agreement.

The walk to the park is familiar, it is a trip they have done many times on the lazy days they have spent together at Carina’s townhouse. It is a large park, made up of picnic, play and sports areas, a skate park and a spray park for the children. It is Maya’s favourite place to run, she has lost count of the number of hours she has spent following the various paths as her feet hit the gravel. They walk the park trail, hand in hand. There are families scattered about – some with soccer balls, some playing baseball. One father and son duo are flying a kite, the child shrieking with delight every time a gust of wind blows and the kite gets scooped up into the air.

The trail loops the park, weaving in and out of the trees, past an array of flower beds, some trampled by overzealous children who have ignored the signs. Maya’s pace slows down as they come around one bend and reach the bridge where she had last seen Mason. The homeless camp that was once situated there has been moved on, the rubbish disposed of. A row of prickly bushes have been planted along the wall, the kind that don’t need a lot of sunlight, the City Council’s way of preventing the camp from returning.

Her eyes are immediately drawn to the mural that Mason left behind. It is a little faded now, what was once blue now a dusky grey and the reds and oranges dulled into a burnt yellow. Someone has spray-painted graffiti on the wall, the thick black paint catching the edge of the mural.

“Wow, look at that,” Carina observes. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, it is,” Maya says softly.

Carina doesn’t pick up on her tone; instead she pulls out her cell phone and snaps a few photos of the painting. The words are on the tip of Maya’s tongue, but she holds them back. She has never told Carina the story about Mason – not the whole story. It is another thing she has held back from her and she knows that this is a moment when she could put it all out there, but something stops her.

Carina is reeling from her family being sick, Maya reminds herself. And Andrew is still getting better.

Maya tugs at Carina’s hand, guiding her away from the wall, and they walk under the bridge towards the picnic area. They find a free bench and sit side-by-side. Maya opens the box and they both tuck into the cannoli.

“You know, my aunt and uncle make the best cannoli in Catania,” Carina says, licking the ricotta filling from lips.

“The best, huh?” Maya says with a wry smile.

“Award-winning!” Carina insists. “When my Mama and Andrea left, and Papa was working all the time, I used to go to their restaurant after school to do my homework. It didn’t matter what time of day it was, there were always people eating there – locals and tourists. Everyone loves it there. It’s always such a happy place.” Her face falls. “I hate to think of it empty like it is now.”

With Italy under a strict lockdown, her aunt and uncle’s business is in danger of going bust and Carina can’t imagine the city she grew up in without the Rossi family restaurant in it.

“You miss your family a lot,” Maya notes.

Carina shrugs. “They were there for me when Mama and Andrea were gone. My Zia Alice took me shopping for a new dress for the school dance and my Zio Roberto taught me to make his famous grissini. My Zio Eduardo – the one who is in hospital – he taught me how to drive. When this boy in my class was being mean to me about Papa, my cousin, Matteo, punched him – even though he was two years younger than me, he was there to stick up for me.”

She smiles at the memories. “I missed them before Italy went into lockdown but I knew that I could just jump on a plane and visit if I wanted to. And now I can’t and that makes the distance between us seem even bigger.”

Maya reaches out and places her hand on Carina’s arm, squeezing it gently.

“Well maybe when the worst of this coronavirus is over, we can go visit them?” Maya suggests. “After all, you’re the one who finally got me to take a vacation. And I’d love to see where you grew up.”

“Maya, I think it’s going to be a while before the worst of it is over,” Carina says with a sad smile.

“I know.” Maya isn’t naïve, she has been reading the news and talking to Ben, and pouring over the city’s plans for a lockdown.

Her mind goes to Mason again. He is still living on the streets for all she knows and she worries about him all the time, not knowing if he is safe. Now there is the threat of a pandemic and she feels helpless knowing that she cannot protect him from it.

Picking up on her anxiety, Carina turns her hand over and links her fingers through Maya’s.

“Hey. I would love to take you to Italy to meet my family one day.”

Maya brightens. “Really?”

Carina smiles. “Really.”

Their heads move at the same time, leaning in to one another, their lips meeting in a soft kiss. When they part, Carina rests her head on Maya’s shoulder.

“I’m glad we did this today,” she says. “I needed to see you.”

“Me too,” Maya says. She plants a kiss on Carina’s hair, leaning her cheek against the top of her head. They sit in silence, Carina’s thumb caressing her skin, and the moment in Carina’s townhouse is forgotten.

Maya’s phone starts to buzz with an incoming call and she extracts it from her pocket, tipping the screen towards her where Andy’s named flashes at her. She hits the red button and resolves to call her back later.

Except her phone rings again.

“Maybe you should get that,” Carina says, noting Andy’s persistence.

Maya hits decline again. “I’ll call her back later.”

It is on the third call that Maya finally answers. “Andy, I can’t talk right now. Can I call you…”

Andy starts to talk over her and Maya has no choice but to let her speak, listening intently as she talks fast. Maya catches the important part.

“She’s what?”

Carina hears the shock in Maya’s voice and lifts her head from her shoulder, curious about what has caused such a reaction.

“Are you sure?” Maya asks. “Okay, okay. Uh, do you still have a spare key to my place? Okay, I’ll meet you there as soon as I can.”

She hangs up and shoots Carina an apologetic look. “I have to go, I’m sorry.”

“Is everything okay?” Carina asks.

“It’s Andy… she says her mom’s alive.”

Carina’s brow furrows and she shakes her head, confused.

“Her mom died when Andy was nine years old,” Maya explains. “At least, that’s what Pruitt told her. He said her mom was sick and she died. It’s why she was practically raised at Station 19. Since Pruitt died, she’s been spiralling. We…” She stops herself from talking about their fight, doesn’t want to bring up that day at the station again. “She’s been convinced that he was keeping something from her. I guess she was right.”

Carina’s eyes widen at the story. “You should go and make sure she’s okay.”

“I know, but I don’t want to leave you alone,” Maya says, feeling torn.

“It’s okay, I’ll be fine,” Carina says. “I think Andy needs you more than I do right now.”

“Can I see you again this week? Dinner. Maybe… maybe you could stay over?”

She notices Carina’s non-committed smile and tries not to get her hopes up.

“Maybe,” Carina says. “Send me your work schedule and we’ll figure it out.”

They make their way back to Carina’s townhouse and say goodbye on the sidewalk with a lingering hug.

“Call me if you need me,” Maya says, glad when she feels Carina nod against her shoulder.

Her mind is on Carina the whole journey home and she licks her lips as she remembers the taste of her kiss and the warmth of her mouth pressed against hers. She holds on to that feeling and pushes away any doubt that she will not be able to do enough to get them back to where they were before she slept with Jack.

Andy is waiting for her when she gets home, two bottles of beer sat on the table where Andy sits quietly.

“Hey,” Maya says as she steps inside, dropping her keys on the table and shrugging off her jacket.

Andy looks up, her face ashen like she hasn’t slept. Maya sits down at the table as Andy slides one of the beer bottles towards her. She doesn’t bother with pleasantries.

“What happened?”

“I went to the motel where my Tia Sandra is staying. I wanted to know the truth about my mom. I thought…” She shakes her head. “I thought the secret that my dad had been keeping from me was that my mom had killed herself. And it turns out she wasn’t dead at all.”

Andy takes a large gulp of beer as Maya tries to process what Andy is saying.

“I… why?” is all Maya can think of to say.

“Because of me,” Andy says. “Because she hated being a mom. Because she resented me for taking her away from the job she loved. Because having me made her angry and depressed.”

“She blamed you?” Maya says incredulously.

“Not exactly,” Andy says. “She says she loves me. But she never said she was sorry. And I don’t think she is, I don’t think she would change what she did if she had the choice. Because I wasn’t enough for her.”

“Andy, this isn’t on you,” Maya says. “Whatever her reasons, you were a child.”

She can see Andy’s mind working overtime as she processes everything that has happened over the last few days.

“Did she say where she’s been or why she stayed away for so long?”

“New York,” Andy answers. “She never planned on coming back, even when my dad got on his knees and begged her. But with him dying and me asking questions, I guess she thought that her secret wouldn’t stay a secret for much longer.”

Maya takes a swig of her beer. “What was it like, seeing her after all this time?”

Andy shrugs. “Am I supposed to be happy to see her? Because I’m not. I’m angry. I’m so angry, Maya. And I have all these questions that I wanna ask my dad, and I can’t, because he’s dead. My dad is dead and my mom’s alive, and those are two things that shouldn’t be true, but they are.”

She necks her beer.

“That is one hell of a mind fuck,” Maya says. “Are you okay?”

Andy lets out a short laugh. “I don’t know. No?” She leans back in her chair and looks at Maya. “Are you?” She gestures at Maya’s hair. “I heard about what happened with your dad.”

The mention of her father makes Maya’s skin prickle and she starts to pick at the label on the beer bottle in her hands as a distraction.

“I don’t think I’ll be invited round for family lunch any time soon,” she says bitterly.

“And your mom?”

“I haven’t talked to her yet,” Maya says guiltily. “I will, I just… I’ve been trying to fix things with Carina.”

“Carina will understand. So you snapped at her, when she knows what you put up with when you were a kid, she’ll get it,” Andy tries to reassure her.

Maya’s eyes drop. “It’s more complicated than that.”

“Complicated how?” Andy questions.

“I cheated on her,” Maya admits.

“Cheated as in…?”

“I slept with Jack.” She lifts her eyes to see Andy’s face full of disbelief.

Andy purses her lips and whistles through them. “Damn Maya. When?”

“That day at the station when you and I got into that argument,” Maya says. The story spills out and she tells Andy about her fight with Carina, and how she ended up in bed with Jack and then threw it in Carina’s face, and how she has regretted it ever since.

“…and somehow she’s found it in her heart to forgive me. And still…”

“Still?”

Maya sighs. “We were walking in the park earlier and we passed Mason’s mural. The one under the bridge,” she says. “I didn’t tell her it was his. I’ve never told her what happened.”

“Why not?” Andy asks.

“I can’t,” Maya says. “You know, we talked on Friday, I told her everything about my dad. I was more honest with her than I’ve ever been with anyone. But how can I tell her this? Her brother is sick and she has done everything she can to help him. My brother was sick and I…”

“Maya, what happened to Mason wasn’t your fault,” Andy says. “Talk to her. Knowing what she does about your dad and what it was like growing up in that house, she’s gonna understand.”

“Will she?”

“Maya, she loves you. And you love her. And not being honest with her just ends with things getting messy.”

“I know that now,” Maya says.

“Look, I’ve never seen you as happy as you’ve been these last few months since you met Carina. That’s something worth fighting for, trust me. So you’ve had a hiccup – she’s forgiven you. You need to forgive yourself and focus on what you’ve got, which is an insanely hot woman who is crazy about you. Things might not be perfect now, but hang in there – I think she’s worth it.”

As if she knows she is being talked about, Maya’s phone lights up with a message from Carina. Andy waves her hand at the phone, encouraging her to read it, and stands up to retrieve another beer from the fridge as Maya opens the message.

Thank you for being there today, I’m glad you were. Dinner this week would be great, let me know when you’re free. I hope Andy is ok. I love you. C xx

Maya smiles as she realises that Andy is right.

“I think she’s worth it too.”

#station 19 #grey's anatomy #maya bishop #carina deluca #station 19 fanfiction #my fanfiction #serendipity

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bakugosbratx · 3 years

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can you do a baku fluff fic with an old soul s/o 🥺👉👈 like youve been through kinda a lot in your life and can’t really find the energy to give every single this your best. like sorta sad but more of a numb feeling than anything. like of course baku would never let you give up and you’re never planning on it yourself. i’d imagine after talking with him and getting him to understand how you feel he’d be super nice and gentle about it- helping you out with things, even the simple ones (1)

SFW Strong - Katsuki Bakugo x Angst Reader

WARNING: Cursing, talks of parents, angst, depression, fluff, soft Bakugo, cuddles, etc.

A/N: Thank you so much for your submission! I hope you like it. If y’all have any request, my inbox is open. I am still learning to do one shots and especially ones about fluff. I try to keep it true to Bakugo’s personality, but I will get better overtime. Also, I didn’t mention a quirk because the request didn’t state one and it honestly wasn’t relevant to the story, but it can be anything you want.

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Smoke covered the training field as Bakugo Katsuki landed you in the dirt. His hand was on your head while one of his feet was on your back. Part of you wondered if it was more for personal reasons than it was for training purposes, but you tried not to get in your feelings about it.

"I win again." Bakugo said aloud, but for once, it wasn't cocky. More disappointed which ripped you apart inside.

Bakugo got off you so you could get up and cough up any dirt that filled your lungs. He was looking at the empty stadium while his back was towards you. You could tell he was angry, but he was doing his best to compose himself. You are his girlfriend, after all. Even though Bakugo Katsuki was a bit harsh with his tongue, he still did his best to not be as harsh to you.

"The Sports Festival is in a month." Bakugo stated, still not looking at you.

"I know."

Bakugo turns to face you, his glare running through you.

"Then why the fuck aren't you giving me your all then y/n? I gave you so many opportunity attacks to get me, but you didn't even try to beat me. Is my quirk not worthy of yours?!" Bakugo snapped with clenched fists.

You just looked at him then down at the ground before letting out a sigh.

"I'm sorry.." You mumbled.

Bakugo walked over to you then pushed your chest. Not in an abusive way, but to get you to train properly.

"Then prove it. Fight me."

"What?"

"Fight me. Use your damn quirk. Give me your all. I'll even let you go first this time."

"Babe, I'm tired. I want to go home."

"And I want you to fight me, dammit!"

Silence overcame you two. Tears filled your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. You didn't want to make Bakugo even more angry and you also did not want to seem like a scaredy cat.

"I have nothing left in me, Katsuki..." You whispered, "I'm sorry."

Before Bakugo could process what you were saying, you ran off the field. The tears you were trying so hard to not let fall came pouring down your face as soft sobs began to escape your lips. The only thing you wanted to do was find the exit and go home. Just as you were about to exit the building, a hand pulled you into a strong chest.

"The fuck is wrong?" Bakugo said in his harsh, but concerned tone.

You couldn't answer right away as you began to cry even more. He let out a sigh and rubbed your back as you let all your feelings out. He didn't know what to say or do, so this is what he thought would be best. Once you calmed down, you and Bakugo sat on the stairs together, your head on his shoulder as his arm was wrapped around you.

Bakugo sighed.

"What's wrong, dumbass? You have not seem like yourself lately. What happened to my smiling, go lucky, always giving it your all lover?"

As much as you wanted to cry, you had no more tears left. Instead, all you can do is sigh.

"I was going to wait to tell you until we started dating longer, ever since my father left when I was born, my mother is either never home or brings different men home a lot. I'm left with keeping the place clean and doing so many things on top of worrying about school and being under pressure about being a pro-hero. It's just too much to handle. It's hard for me to keep up the impression that I'm always happy when I'm not. I don't even know if I want to be a pro-hero anymore."

Bakugo listened. He didn't know the right things to say, but he was processing the words you were saying. His heart was breaking underneath and all he wanted to do was make everything better for you.

"If you think I'm going to go easy on you in training then think again, dumbass. I'm always going to push you to do your best." Bakugo stated, still comforting you.

"I wouldn't expect any less from you." You admitted.

"Good," he kissed the top of your head before he stood up, holding out his hand for yours to help you up. "Let's go home."

•time skip•

It's been a week since you told Katsuki what has been going on, he has been super helpful. Which is surprising since he didn't say much when you told him this information. He still pushes you to do your best, but understands when you need a break. He helps you study, clean your house, and is overall more sweet. He still calls you “idiot” and “dumbass” because that is equivalent to calling you “prince(ss)” and “love” in Katsuki language.

Today you were feeling overwhelmed studying for the test that was this Friday. Bakugo came upstairs after cleaning the dishes in the kitchen to see you stressed. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed against his muscular chest, gazing at you for a moment.

"Oi dumbass, are you okay?"

"Yeah just overwhelmed." You sighed, closing your text book.

Katsuki walked over to you and kissed the top of your head.

"Let's take a break and cuddle. We can watch an episode of your favorite anime. How does that sound?"

A smiled appeared on your lips at your boyfriend's idea. You and him went downstairs to cuddle on the couch and watch your favorite anime. Katsuki let you sit in his lap while he put his strong arms around you. Your head rested on his chest. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear occasionally which perked up your mood a lot. It's rare to see this side of Katsuki Bakugo, but you are the exception. Especially in private.

An episode turned into a few. Your tired eyes could hardly stay open. You didn’t want to go to sleep. You were having too much contentment with your boyfriend. Bakugo being the observer he is, he noticed your eyes getting tired.

“Is my love tired?” He coo’d, already knowing the answer.

You nodded, snuggling closer to his warm skin. Bakugo turned off the television and carried you to your room. His strength always made you feel small, but in a good way. He is your protector, after all.

Katsuki gently laid you down in your bed and tucked you in. He placed gentle kisses on your forehead.

“Sleep tight, babe.”

Just when Katsuki was about to walk out, you grab his hand.

“Don’t go.” You whine.

“Idiot, I have to make dinner and clean up some more. Plus I’m not tired.”

“But..but..” You gave him puppy dog eyes that you know he has a hard time resisting.

“Fine, brat, but just for a little bit.”

You smile as he climbs into your bed to cuddle you. As much as Katsuki claims he hates cuddling he sure does give the best cuddles. Especially to his favorite person on this planet.

“I love you.” You mumble as you cuddle into Katsuki’s chest.

You couldn’t see it due to your eyes being closed, but you knew he had a smile plastered on his face.

“I love you, too, baby.”

©bakugosbratx

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sicjimin · 2 years

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Hey there! About your mpreg Seokjin and Tae fic

How about Seokjin had to cook breakfast for all members, but his stomach began to feel so bad after all those smells of bacon an eggs so he ends up puking on the kitchen and the members have to help him with breakfast

In Tae case probably the lotion, or a especific smell in the house, like cleaning liquids, clothes softener, or stuff like that so strong for him to smell so early?

A.N : okay, this is an old inbox and thank you sm anon for this incredible idea<33 ive made seokjin one, and suddenly this idea popped into my mind. I hope you guys like this short taekook ~ a 'sensitive-to-smell' Jungkook that meet a pregnant Taehyung ~

TW : mpreg

Jungkook didn't expect that pregnancy could be /this/ hell. Dont get him wrong, he loves and absolutely elated when Taehyung announce his pregnancy last week — and he was so cute for it. He secretly changed Jungkook's wallpaper into an USG pict that got him confused — but he didn't expect that morning sickness would be this hard. Not only for Taehyung — even though, he got to admit that Taehyung of course had it harder since he's the one that needs to vomit and run into the bathroom a few times a day — but also for him since he's the one that actually caused his boyfriend morning sickness. And he's so torn at this.

It started yesterday.

"Kookie, did you change the fabric softener?", Taehyung ask, sniffling at his clothes. Jungkook frowned, looking at his boyfriend from the mirror as he stopped putting his earrings, " No? We bought it together yesterday and you know it was the same brand that i always use?"

"No ..", Taehyung sniffs once again before he scrunched his nose, " Are you sure? This one smell a little bit weird"

Jungkook frown went deeper, and he followed Taehyung's act, sniffing his clothes eagerly, "What do you mean? it smells nice?"

"Noooo", Taehyung went on full whine right now, and because of the room that a little bit dim, Jungkook completely missed the way the older face become paler. Taehyung gulps down a faint feeling of sick that starts swirling in his stomach, " This one really smells weird", he rushes his words before it changed into a wet gag. A loud one, that makes him gasp and quickly clamp his mouth.

"Hyung?", Jungkook calls out, not sure what he can do to help his boyfriend that currenly fighting the harsh wave of nausea. He decided to step closer, sitting on the side of the older and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer and giving him a comforting rub. But turns out it was a bad idea, as Jungkook's clothes emits the same smell and it grows stronger, evading Taehyung's nose in one swift motion.

Taehyung tries to hold back. He didn't want to lose his breakfast he just ate not even 10 minutes ago. He took a deep breath—attempting to practice the breathing exercise he had learned from youtube to lessen nausea — but his nose caught nothing except the damn fabric softener. It's roaming around him and just swirls in his body.

"Koo—", Taehyung yelps before his stomach lurch, causing him to heave over his palms as his breakfast shooting up to his throat. He quickly shoves Jungkook aside, and burst into the bathroom.

Jungkook, still baffled with everything that happen so quickly, just manage to watch the bathroom door that slightly open, with an empty gaze — until the sound of his pregnant boyfriend's retching echoes through the room, followed by plopping of vomit filling the bowl, breaking his daze. He scrambled on his feet, quickly wrapped his arms around the older waist as the latter bending further, following the motion of his stomach lurching ; gurgling up undigested omelet and his pregnancy milk out of his stomach.

"Hyungie ..", Jungkook whimpers sadly at the sight. His heart breaks as he could feel the older muscle tenses with every heave. " 'm sorry", he murmurs.

Taehyung coughs, panting as he stares blankly at the toilet ; counting into 10 for his stomach to calm down. When he feels that nothing he could bring up again, he sniffles and straighten his body, taking the toilet paper to wipe his wet lips and flush the toilet, "Kook", he rasps out — almost coos at the sight of his boyfriend big doe eyes that filled with guilt .. and he's pouting. " I'm okay"

"But i make you throw up .. 'm sorry", Jungkook mumbles once again, nuzzling himself into the older. Taehyung giggles, before slightly pushing him away because he needs to gag once again as Jungkook's scent comes into his nose.

"Kook", he speaks after the wave passed, flushed the toilet once again, " Change your clothes, okay? And can we change the fabric softener? I don't think i can sleep or go with you like this", Taehyung sniffles as he looks at his boyfriend that stands few steps away from him and looks like a kicked puppy—feeling guilty that he makes Taehyung vomits twice.

"Okay hyungie ..", Jungkook agreed in defeat.

Great. Now Taehyung feels like a complete asshole. He knows how much Jungkook loves that fabric softener.

Fuck fabric softener.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!taehyung #caretaker!jungkook #and again another mpreg fic

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redactar · 2 years

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　　　　A voicemail would appear in his inbox some weeks later, no missed call or anything. It was from Sarsi. She didn't want to do this over text, but also didn't think she could handle the anxiety of having it ring with the possibility he might actually answer. She was simultaneously high as a kite and a little bit tipsy from the nearly empty bottle of wine in her hand, but through her own sheer will power managed to keep it out of her voice as she spoke into the phone. Her emotions were the only thing that leaked out on occasion with the shake of her voice or a small sniff.

　　　　"Hey, Leon, it's Sarsi. I uh... hope you're doing okay. At least better than when we talked last time... I'm uh... I'm okay. Just been thinking about how we left things, and uh... I wanted to apologize for both my outburst and for pushing things like I did. It wasn't my place to ask you anything, and I am so sorry. I uh..." She sniffed and it went silent for a few seconds as she muted herself to let out a sob and cough before coming back to the message, her voice trembling. "I miss you... I hope we can still be friends, but um... if you'd rather just forget I even exist, I get that. I really do. I... Regardless, whatever you decide, I hope you find happiness, Leon. You deserve that much, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart. So um... yeah... good-bye..."

@gatheringstars

After she left, Leon had done the very typical thing and gotten drunk off a bottle of expensive whiskey Claire had purchased some New Year's Eve. He'd gone to work the day after with a raging hangover and definitely couldn't look Ingrid in the eye.

There were only a handful of reasons Leon ever got so stupidly drunk, and at least two of them were relationship problems.

Which he didn't have, because he and Sarsi had not been anything.

So, instead of calling and apologizing for his shitty behavior like Claire had told him to, he avoided the whole thing altogether. Sarsi didn't text him or call him and that was for the best. She didn't need him weighing her down.

Only it was hard to forget she existed when he realized he'd been spending the majority of his free time with her. Claire had laughed at him. And then he was too busy to worry about his personal life anyway.

He got the message a few days late. Leon was on a short medical leave after a lab raid. No major injuries, but enough to keep him out of commission for a few days doing paperwork.

Good job, Kennedy. You're the one who should be apologizing. This is the shit you do to people. You make them feel like crap just because you do. This is why she's better off without you to fuck things up like this.

[Text: S; 9:30pm]: hey I got your message

[Text: S; 9:36pm]: you didn't do anything wrong, I fucked up. I'm sorry.

[Text: S; 9:35pm]: sorry I'm busy or I'd call instead

[Text: S; 9:38pm]: I'm going to busy for a while but... you've got my number, Sarsi.

#main verse: route gen #call connected (ask)#gatheringstars: sarsi #gatheringstars #v: stratcom (main)

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kunstpause-archive · 3 years

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Read on Ao3

Day 8: Adroit

And again some more modern a - I swear I am also going to write something else this month - eventually 😅

Emet/Reader

When Hades shows up the following evening, he holds to boxes of steaming Thai food in his hands, insisting that if you are already staying late, you should do so with a somewhat decent dinner. And it’s definitely more than decent. Not to mention the company is delightful. You talk about this and that, not even looking at the time as you tell him how you are slowly making your new apartment habitable. Hades meanwhile regales you with some more anecdotes of his friend upstairs and his never-ending quest to get him to work less. Over an hour has passed until you finally get around to talking about anything work-related.

“So, what kind of name is ‘Emet-Selch’ actually?” you ask the question that has been repeatedly on your mind.

In front of you, Hades coughs, needing a moment to not choke on his food before he looks at you with a question written all over his face.

“Pardon me?” he murmurs. “What?”

“The boss,” you point out. “I’ve wondered about that; it sounds like a strange name, don’t you think?”

“It’s more akin to a title, actually,” he says after clearing his throat, and that information makes you perk up.

“It is? Oh, kinda like a stage name?” you wonder. “That makes sense; I guess he is an artist, after all.” With a frown, you add, “So what’s his real name then?”

Across from you, Hades lets out a laugh. “I am sure you can easily find that out by employing twenty seconds of your time into a search engine, my dear.”

You shake your head vehemently.

“I am not going to google my boss; what if I find out something I really didn’t wanna know?”

He looks at you across the rim of his glasses like you lost your mind.

“And how is this any different?” Hades asks with a raised brow. “You don’t know what kind of stories I could tell you, after all.”

“Yeah, but then it would be your fault for blabbing and not mine for snooping,” you claim, nodding gravely to underline your point.

“That… is not how it works,” Hades mumbles before he goes back to his food with a shake of his head. “Seriously, you have not looked up the company you’ve come to work for even once?”

You had not. It’s not like you hadn’t thought about it, but ultimately, you had decided against it, and so you give him a shrug.

“It has a splendid reputation, everyone in my class wanted a job here, and I didn’t see the point,” you say before grabbing another bite. “I guess I just like to make my own impressions?”

“An admirable attitude,” Hades murmurs with another shake of his head. “If, perhaps, prone to complications.”

“Huh?” At his muttered afterthought, you look up, but he just waves it aside.

“Ah, don’t mind me.”

You finish your dinner with some more not work-related talk, and before he leaves to get some more work done himself, you give him the small folder you prepared with your proposed changes. He assures you that he will forward them once again as he wishes you a good night and a relaxing weekend.

You have both, but you are almost tempted to go to work on a Sunday for having nothing better to do. You could finally unpack the rest of your things, get your apartment into a state that is actually comfortable to live in, but you’re still not feeling like it. If you’re honest with yourself, it’s not necessarily the work itself you miss and wanna sit around at the company for. Out of all the people you have met over the past week, you definitely like Hades the most. He is kind, thoughtful, unobtrusive, and he listens to your complaints as well as talks to you whenever you both seem to have a little time. And sometimes… Sometimes you notice his eyes sparkle when he looks at you, and it is not only a welcome sight; it is one that sends little jolts of excitement through you each time you catch him. It doesn’t even matter that you have basically just met the man or that he seems to be a good few years older than you - you would like nothing more than to get to know him better.

A feeling that only grows on Monday when you go through your inbox, and an email from your boss already contains some parts of your proposed changes, together with a small thank you note for your very skillfuly adjustments. Hades didn’t waste any time relaying your thoughts, it seems, and you smile to yourself before you decide to visit the coffee cart downstairs and get him something as a thank you. You have no idea what he likes, except for coffee, of course, but the elderly lady behind the counter knows her customers, and a little while later, you are on your way up to his floor, carrying glazed donuts with you. You wouldn’t have suspected him of having a sweet tooth, but the coffee cart lady insisted that those were his favorite.

When you exit the elevator, you look around. You have no idea where his office is precisely, only the floor it’s on. You’ll simply have to ask the next person you see to point you in the right direction.

It turns out to be unnecessary, as you round a corner and practically run into the man himself.

“Persephone,” he greets you with a confused look, holding your shoulders steady to keep you from stumbling. “What are you doing here?”

The way he seems so surprised but at the same time genuinely happy to see you makes you smile. He looks a little different, and it takes you a few seconds to realize that, for once, he is not wearing glasses.

“Looking for you,” you say, holding up the bag with the baked goods to show him. “I brought a thank you for playing messenger for me.”

He looks a bit confused, but as he sees what’s in your hand, his eyes light up.

“Are those donuts?”

“You really do have a sweet tooth,” you laugh as you nod. “So, I was wond-”

You stop talking in surprise as his hands around your shoulders tighten, and he pulls you further around the corner all of a sudden, looking past you with a slight frown.

“What are you doing?” you mumble, unsure just how to react when Hades motions you to be quiet.

“Shhh, I think I saw Hythlodaeus,” he whispers, and now he has you thoroughly confused.

“Your friend?” you murmur back as you wonder about the sudden secrecy.

“He is trying to rope me into something, and I am avoiding him,” he explains quietly, shifting you just a little so he can peek around the corner. “Oh no,” he murmurs. “He’s heading straight this way. Get in there.”

He nudges you through the door right next to you into an empty office. Everything goes fast, and before you know it, you find yourself on the inside, slightly wedged between the office door and Hades, who quietly snaps the lock shut.

You look at him questioningly, trying to make sense of all this when he puts a finger over his lips, indicating you not to make a sound.

A second later, you nearly flinch when someone knocks sharply at the door.

“Hades, are you in there?” an impatient voice asks, and in front of you, Hades mouths the word ‘Hyth’ in a quiet explanation.

“You can’t avoid me forever, you know?” the voice comes again. “This fundraiser is happening, you are going, and if you want to look approachable for once, you’re bringing someone.!”

You have to swallow down a giggle as you realize what it is he is trying to avoid. Somehow, it doesn’t surprise you. He doesn’t seem like the very outgoing type.

“Come on,” comes Hyth’s voice again through the door. “You could ask that cute singing girl from downstairs you’ve been mooning over to come with you; it will be fun!”

Hades winces slightly in front of you, and your eyes widen at those last words as a sudden feeling of giddiness has your stomach jump. With the way Hades looks at you almost apologetically by now, there is little chance his friend means anyone else, and the thought is nothing if not exciting.

“I’ll just be back…” the voice from outside claims before you can hear the sound of someone walking away.

For a moment, you stay quiet, almost unwilling to say something. The slight tension in the air is far too precious, after all. But at the same time, you are not the calmest or most patient person, after all.

“Cute singing girl from downstairs?” you comment with a raised eyebrow, and for a moment, Hades has a sheepish look on his face.

“Well…” he starts, but before he can say anything more, you give him a playful wink.

“You know, I think I’ve heard of her,” you say with a knowing look. “Rumor has it she has been slightly mooning herself about some upstairs guy. So…” you trail off for a moment, grinning at him. “If you ask her, she might actually say yes.”

Something between you shifts as the sheepish look from earlier is completely gone from his face now, replaced by something decidedly different. Unveiled interest is in his eyes as a slow smile spreads across his face.

“Is that so?” Hades murmurs in a low voice, and you are suddenly acutely aware of just how close he is.

His arm against the door, he half cages you in, and with the way he is so much taller than you are, he is practically filling out your whole view. He gives you a long look, and then his other hand rises, and your stomach flutters as his fingers graze your cheek, gently brushing over your skin as he draws a strand of hair out of your face. He tugs it behind your ear, fingertips ghosting over your neck in the process, and you swallow heavily as you look up into his golden eyes that are, for once, not behind a pair of glasses. He is so close all of a sudden, and you lick your suddenly dry lips, very aware of the way his eyes follow the motion. You barely dare to breathe as you wonder if the intense way he looks at you means he is going to kiss you when his smile slightly widens.

“Good to know,” he finally says, letting his hand fall away but still keeping close.

“Are you going to ask?” you wonder with bated breath, and there is a twinkle in those warm eyes as he gives you a slight nod.

“Eventually,” Hades says, still smiling before he finally takes a step back. “But Hyth is not going to let this rest,” he adds with a frown at the door. “I’ll leave to go look for him, and you can sneak out of here a few minutes later.”

The assumption that you would somehow need to sneak out has you furrow your brow in confusion.

“Sneak out?” you ask. “Why would I need to do that?”

“You really don’t want to get people talking,” Hades says with a sigh. “Everyone on this floor is a horrible gossip; you have no idea what you’d set yourself up for if you just walked out of here.”

It doesn’t lessen your confusion at all as you wonder just why anyone would even care if you walked out of a random office with him, but before you can point that out, his hands run over your upper arms, and he nudges you to look at him.

“Persephone, I’m going to come by your office tonight, and I’m going to ask you to go to a fundraiser with me,” Hades says in a surprisingly serious voice. There is a slightly crooked half-smile on his face as he looks down at you with clear anticipation, and you smile back at him at that.

“I look forward to it,” you say with a genuine smile, but Hades doesn’t seem to be done.

“In the meantime, please do me one favor, and google this company,” he murmurs, and just like that, your confusion is back, and you scrunch your nose. “Trust me, my dear,” he insists, “You really want to know some things before you decide to say yes!”

That is not ominous at all, you think, but with a final smile, he lets go of you, unlocks the door, and is gone faster than you can process. A bit forlorn, you look at the bag still in your hand before, for the first time after being dragged in here, you look around the room. It’s the most spacious office you have ever seen. There are shelves willed with folders on one side, a couch, and a sitting area on the other, but at the center, behind a large desk, it’s the floor-to-ceiling windows that catch your eyes the most. The view from up here is so breathtaking that it takes you a few more moments to notice that some impressive things are hanging at the far wall. Honors, prizes, and rather prestigious awards. All made out to…

Emet-Selch.

You nearly let the bag of food slip from your grasp as you realize in whose office you stand, where Hades had dragged you in to. For a few seconds, you think you both can count yourself lucky that it was empty when you notice something else. There is a pair of glasses lying on the desk before you, glasses that look very familiar. You have stared at them quite a few times over the last week, after all. You realize that Hades’ colleague had straight-up assumed he was in here when knocking at the door, and behind the desk, the windows show a clear view of the nearby park as things suddenly click, and you are not sure if you are mortified, very confused or maybe even slightly angry. All you know as you put the bag from the coffee cart down on his desk for him to find later is that the first thing you will do when getting back to your office is heed his advice and look some things up. And tonight, when he shows up at your office, you will make him give you some answers.

#FFxivWrite2021 #FFxivWrite #Kunstpause writes stuff

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woahitslucyylu · 4 years

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Wrath.

GIF credit to @detectiveguapo.

Author’s Note: This is the fourth installment of Flewed Out. I had originally intended to write Envy this weekend, but I am also writing for Erik and Coco, so Cartel Daddy got this. This chapter contains graphic deceptions of violence and a dark!Miguel. This chapter is based on a true story of recent cartel violence. If you are uncomfortable with murder, torture, dismemberment, and immolation, please don’t read and please don’t come in my inbox complaining after you read it. This, of course, is for 18+. Enjoy, sleazies! - xo

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The SUV slowed, approaching a tall gate and guard lined driveway, and with a simple nod, the gate opened and Nestor drove into the protected compound. Paco offered his hand as you slid from the raised truck - your feet raising dust as your sandals slapped against the packed dirt.

“I’ll only be a little bit. Paco will take care of you.” The pad of his thumb caressed the apple of your cheek. Meeting his gaze sent a shiver down your spine - he looked at you so softly despite the jagged reality you were surrounded by. Leaning into him, your arms slid around his waist - your bottom lip pulled through your teeth as you pouted - eking out every moment you were allowed.

As if on cue, the encircled plaza was suddenly filled with ATVs and quads, dust rising as los sicarios de el diablo creeped in from the desert. He visibly changed - pulling away as masked men surrounded him - a chorus of praises and greetings for el jefe.

“Paco, por favor…” Miguel didn’t need to finish his request as you were shuffled towards the out-of-place oasis in the desert. You went willingly - praying that a good girl would be rewarded soon.

“Stop staring at her, pendejos.” Miguel lit a blunt - staring into the barren horizon, knowing they were watching your perfect form disappear into the house. “I’ll pull every eye from every face that wants to fucking stare at her.” He inhaled sharply - the loud quieting his spirit as the sicarios adjusted, turning away from temptation to save themselves.

“Where are they?” Miguel leaned against the dusted hood of the SUV as the masks were removed, revealing youthful faces creased with lines - marking hard decisions and dangerous choices. “Ten, fifteen minutes out. I didn’t know you were bringing el princesa. I would have kept them in the desert with the coyotes.” The man slid his AR behind him, adjusting the gun strap against his bulletproof vest, as he shifted his weight on his feet.

“It’s fine. I couldn’t leave her.” Miguel coughed, smoking billowing, as he choked on his admission - the words burnt his throat. His truth left him vulnerable - any of the men surrounding him could be an enemy in a blink of an eye and he just revealed his most prized possession. A rush filled his body - the admission of his feelings, the impending judgement he was about to execute and the potent weed left his blood pumping - adrenaline rushing through him.

“Vamos.” With a turn, he climbed into the SUV as Nestor followed the pack into Miguel’s waiting kingdom.

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The air bubbled as Nestor followed the half-dozen of utility vehicles into the arid horizon.

“It’s too much,” Miguel mumbled - rubbing his hands over his face, leaning forward in the seat as cool beads of sweat pooled at his hairline. Nestor’s gaze didn’t waver - the intimate moment filling the SUV - his brother was suffocating - the pressure of hell crushing him.

Nestor remained quiet - letting Miguel’s deep breaths fill the silence - each breath cracking the stillness of the tension. “Why did I bring her? That’s an amateur mistake. They’ve seen her.” Miguel’s head rested in his hands as the air conditioning rolled over his clammy body. “I feel like I’m going to puke and I have to kill these guys. Fuck!” He rose, shouting the expletive as he fell forward, his head hanging low.

“Mikey,” Nestor’s hand clapped his friend’s shoulder - pulling him out of his own personal hell. “Focus.” Nestor’s steady voice calmed the flames of anxiety as Miguel leaned back into his seat - his body cooling under a gleam of sweat. “They aren’t interested in fucking this up. You take good care of them.” Nestor shook Miguel gently - dusting the doubt off his friend. “You take good care of her too. She will be fine.” Nestor’s quick stare was enough to steel Miguel - his shoulders rolling back as he sat up straighter - a mask of impassivity covering his face.

The road narrowed as the convoy slowed - a crude fence circling a decrepit barn - a shell of its former self. The anxiety of the moment burnt - smoldering indifference left in its wake as Miguel and Nestor exited the stopped vehicle.

Sicarios surrounded four kneeled and bound men as Miguel broke into the circle as he lit a blunt - smoke clouded his presence. “Muéstrame. A ver!” Miguel rocked on the balls of his feet as the masked men pulled the bags off the captives - revealing fearful eyes and stone faces. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?” Miguel inhaled, squeaking out his interrogation as he paced in front of the roped men.

Miguel moved forward, grabbing a fistful of hair, jerking the gaze of the prisoner to his. His gold plated 1911 felt heavy in his hands - symbolic of the weight of the hell he reigned over. He pressed the barrel into the lips of the shaking man, “Open.” Miguel forced the metal into the man’s mouth as the sound of urine filled the silent desert. El Diablo laughed menacingly, “Pobre se.” His tone was vicious as he pulled the trigger - a gleam in his eyes as blood pooled in the sand, gray matter clumping in the dust.

The traitor to Miguel’s left wretched - falling forward into his own sick as he lost his balance, shaking under stress. “And to think, you could work for me.” The sound of a pierced skull rang through the vast emptiness. Villainous laughter smothered the fear - a conditioned response to the unsaturated violence of Miguel’s judgement. “You’re not los diablitos.” His verdict clear as he delivered another expert shot - the third man dropping as his head leaked - dripping life onto the packed dirt.

“Pero, for you, a gift.” Miguel slid the gun into his waistband - gesturing for the prize from a waiting Nestor, whose cellphone illuminated the scene - recording the sentencing. Holding the plastic bottle, Miguel pulled the hair of the final man, pouring the alcohol onto his face - the whimpers of the man drowned by the potent burn. “For you, traje fuego.” Miguel’s smirk was sickening as he held the lighter, watching the flames roll over the screaming man’s face.

The collective breath inhaled - watching the fire strangle the life from the defector. The collective breath exhaled as the bloodlust spread through the crowd - mumbles of commentary rolling from the lips of spectators.

The air smelled of charred flesh and Miguel chuckled as El Puerca compared the smell to his wife’s carne asada. Their eyes were glazed as the man fell forward - his eye rolling from his head as he collapsed heavy, a wave of dust rising against the smoke. The screams were deafened with each swallow of fire - flames scorching his insides - his charred skin flaking off in the twilight.

Miguel took the blunt from Nestor, leaning against the dusted hood of the SUV - his vibrating phone jiggling his thigh. Your picture filled the screen - a candid he took on his yacht - your face scrunched with laughter as you lazed against a sun chair.

He exhaled as the flames collapsed under their own weight - the flesh consumed under the heat of Miguel’s wrath. He accepted your call as he toed the dead body - rolling his burnt head from side to side, admiring his work. “Bebesita,” His voice was even, lighthearted against the murderous tone surrounding him, “No, Daddy didn’t forget about you. I’ll be back soon.” Miguel turned on his heel - gesturing for clean-up to the waiting men.

Miguel stood with Nestor, watching the dismemberment of each corpse with cultivated indifference as Nestor edited the video with standard features of his infamous torture clips. His narco corrido, the cartel’s stamp, and a grimy filter - all markings of ira del diablo.

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belphegorswhore · 4 years

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Obey Me! Characters react to MC calling them “Daddy”

I don’t know why I thought of this, I just did, I’m exhausted leave me alone

Lucifer:

“...pardon?”

When he realizes what you were actually saying, he’d probably be mad

“MC, do you realize who I am? I am one of the seven lords of Devildom and I could kill you-“

“Daddy, chill”

“...What the hell is even that!?”

At first he might have been, I dunno, just a little turned on, but now he’s mad

Mammon:

“I’m not your- Oh! I mean, ahaha, yeah say that again!”

You made a mistake

“Yup 👀 that’s👌me😌I’m🥵daddy💕” now he’s just overcompensating, it’s genuinely sad to watch

“daddy daddy daddy daddy”

See now you gave him a heart attack, just stop

“*coughs* y-yeah, I’m uh- yeah”

Levi:

“*screams like a bitch* D-Don’t say that!”

Could not handle it, would hide in a corner and if you say it enough he’d probably start crying

“What’s wrong, daddy? Am I bothering you, daddy? Daddy, what did I do?”

See, look, now he’s crying. I mean he’s blushing too, but he’s still crying

Satan:

“...Please don’t call me that. We’re in class”

“Ahaha, then teach me something daddy”

You can’t see it, but he’s crying

He’s in the middle of a crisis right now, but instead of dealing with it he just walks away

“I’m going to step out for some air”

He just left, never came back, he wasn’t going to deal with that

Asmodeus:

“Damn, ahaha, didn’t know you were like that I can make this work”

You once again made a mistake

You could be at the dinner table and he would be like

“MC, can you pass the salt to your daddy~?”

And that’s it, it’s over for you, you’ve been exposed

He’d be sad when you stop calling him daddy and his dumbass wouldn’t understand why

“You’re making your daddy sad..”

“Shut up”

Beelzebub:

“Huh..? Okay”

Himbo man wouldn’t even understand

“I’m not your dad though... If I am... does that mean your my child-”

“Shut up...”

You’d have to explain it to him and it’s be very awkward

He would end up shaming you, it wasn’t on purpose but it’s still sad

“That doesn’t make sense... it’s kinda weird, but ok”

Belphegor:

“Damn, MC, I didn’t know you were freaky like that, were gonna stay up all night and-“ *proceeds to fucking pass out*

He’s out, you’d sit there and wait for him to wake up... he wouldn’t

When he does eventually wake up he’d be like

“*rubs hands together* where was I..?”

“...it’s been a day, Belphie, I’m over it”

“Damn... well fuck you too then *passes out again*”

Diavolo:

“MC, I didn’t know you saw me as a father figure..”

Dumbass

He will never let you live it down and will tell everyone that he is now your dad

“Well because the MC called me daddy”

Everyone would cry, so would you

Oh, and the dad jokes get worse

Despite all this, he’s actually into it

It’s kinda wird cuz he still pretends to be your dad, so now you’re not into it

Simeon:

“Huh..? I don’t understand, can you say that again?”

“I said daddy”

“A little louder, I couldn’t hear”

He’s messing with you, but he genuinely doesn’t know what it means

He does like it, but he also doesn’t because he doesn’t want to sin, but he still kind of likes- God, please forgive him

“Um... I’d prefer if you didn’t call me that... um, it’s not that I don’t like it it’s just... uh..”

Don’t tempt him like that, he’s a man of the lord

Solomon:

“Ahaha, damn, all these demons and you still choose me? I knew I was great, but not this great”

This bastard would brag about it to everyone, except for Lucifer because he doesn’t want to die

“Mammon, guess what? Just found out you actually weren’t their first, that’s crazy”

He needs to stop or he’s gonna get hurt

Would absolutely whisper “who’s your daddy” just to bother you

“Shut the fuck up, I’m trying to work”

Barbatos:

“When”

“...what?”

“When did I ask?”

Would absolutely shame you, but would not snitch

“Keep that shit to yourself, it’s embarrassing”

“You could literally call me anything else, like we get it you have daddy issues”

He’d probably keep calling you out, not even to be mean though

“If you want to give me a title, ‘master’ is always right there”

And then you’d die, life was fun while it lasted

Luke:

Don’t, that’s disgusting

Anyways, my inbox is still empty, fuck you guys

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96harmony96 · 3 years

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Chapter 5

I had a vicious hangover on Saturday morning and figured it was no less than I deserved. As much as I’d resented Lauren’s insistence on negotiating sex with as much passion as she would a merger, in the end I’d negotiated in kind. Because I wanted her enough to take a calculated risk and break my own rules.

I took comfort in knowing she was breaking some of her own, too.

After a long, hot shower, I made my way into the living room and found Cary on the couch with his netbook, looking fresh and alert. Smelling coffee in the kitchen, I headed there and filled the biggest mug I could find.

“Morning, sunshine,” Cary called out.

With my much-needed dose of caffeine wrapped between both palms, I joined him on the couch.

He pointed at a box on the end table. “That came for you while you were in the shower.”

I set my mug on the coffee table and picked up the box. It was wrapped with brown paper and twine, and had my name handwritten diagonally across the top with a decorative calligraphic flourish. Inside was an amber glass bottle with Hangover Cure painted on it in a white old-fashioned font and a note tied with raffia to the bottle’s neck that said, “Drink me.” Lauren’s business card was nestled in the cushioning tissue paper.

As I studied the gift, I found it very apt. Since meeting Lauren I’d felt like I’d fallen down the rabbit hole into a fascinating and seductive world where few of the known rules applied. I was in uncharted territory that was both exciting and scary.

I glanced at Cary, who eyed the bottle dubiously.

“Cheers.” I pried the cork out and drank the contents without thinking twice about it. It tasted like sickly sweet cough syrup. My stomach quivered in distaste for a moment, and then heated. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and shoved the cork back into the empty bottle.

“What was that?” Cary asked.

“From the burn, it’s hair of the dog.”

His nose wrinkled. “Effective but unpleasant.”

And it was working. I already felt a little steadier.

Cary picked up the box and dug out Lauren’s card. He flipped it over; then held it out to me. On the back Lauren had written, “Call me” in bold slashing penmanship and jotted down a number.

I took the card, curling my hand around it. Her gift was proof that she was thinking about me. Her tenacity and focus was seductive. And flattering.

There was no denying I was in trouble where Lauren was concerned. I craved the way I felt when she touched me, and I loved the way she responded when I touched her back. When I tried to think of what I wouldn’t agree to do to have her hands on me again, I couldn’t come up with much.

When Cary tried to hand me the phone, I shook my head. “Not yet. I need a clear head when dealing with her and I’m still fuzzy.”

“You two seemed cozy last night. She’s definitely into you.”

“I’m definitely into her.” Curling into the corner of the couch, I pressed my cheek into the cushion and hugged my legs to my chest. “We’re going to hang out, get to know each other, have casual-but-physically-intense sex, and be otherwise completely independent. No strings, no expectations, no responsibilities.”

Cary hit a button on his netbook and the printer on the other side of the room started spitting out pages. Then he snapped the computer closed, set it on the coffee table, and gave me all his attention. “Maybe it’ll turn into something serious.”

“Maybe not,” I scoffed.

“Cynic.”

“I’m not looking for happily-ever-after, Cary, especially not with a mega-mogul like Jauregui. I’ve seen what it’s like for my mom being connected to powerful men. It’s a full-time job with a part-time companion. Money keeps Mom happy, but it wouldn’t be enough for me.”

My dad had loved my mom. He’d asked her to marry him and share his life. She’d turned him down because he didn’t have the hefty portfolio and sizeable bank account she required in a husband. Love wasn’t a requisite for marriage in Sinuhe Stanton’s opinion and since her sultry-eyed, breathy-voiced beauty was irresistible to most men, she’d never had to settle for less than whatever she wanted. Unfortunately she hadn’t wanted my dad for the long haul.

Glancing at the clock, I saw it was ten thirty. “I guess I should get ready.”

“I love spa day with your mom.” Cary smiled and it chased the lingering shadows on my mood away. “I feel like a god when we’re done.”

“Me, too. Of the goddess persuasion.”

We were so eager to be off that we went downstairs to meet the car rather than wait for the front desk to call up.

The doorman smiled as we stepped outside—me in heeled sandals and a maxi dress, and Cary in hip-hugging jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt.

“Good morning, Miss Cabello. Mr. Taylor. Will you need a cab today?”

“No thanks, Paul. We’re expecting a car.” Cary grinned. “It’s spa day at Perrini’s!”

“Ah, Perrini’s Day Spa.” Paul gave a sage nod. “I bought my wife a gift certificate for our anniversary. She enjoyed it so much I plan to make it a tradition.”

“You did good, Paul,” I said. “Pampering a woman never goes out of style.”

A black town car pulled up with Clancy at the wheel. Paul opened the rear door for us and we climbed in, squealing when we found a box of Knipschildt’s Chocopologie on the seat. Waving at Paul, we settled back and dug in, taking tiny nibbles of the truffles that were worth savoring slowly.

Clancy drove us straight to Perrini’s, where the relaxation began from the moment one walked in the door. Crossing the entrance threshold was like taking a vacation on the far side of the world. Every arched doorway was framed by lushly vibrant striped silks, while jeweled pillows decorated elegant chaises and oversized armchairs.

Birds chirped from suspended gilded cages and potted plants filled every corner with lush fronds. Small decorative fountains added the sounds of running water, while stringed instrumental music was piped into the room via cleverly hidden speakers. The air was redolent with a mix of exotic spices and fragrances, making me feel like I’d stepped into Arabian Nights.

It was this-close to being too much, but it didn’t cross the line. Instead, Perrini’s was exotic and luxurious, an indulgent treat for those who could afford it. Like my mother, who’d just finished a milk-and-honey bath when we arrived.

I studied the menu of treatments available, deciding to skip my usual “warrior woman” in favor of the “passionate pampering.” I’d been waxed the week before, but the rest of the treatment—“designed to make you sexually irresistible”—sounded like exactly what I needed.

I’d finally managed to get my mind back into the safe zone of work when Cary spoke up from the pedicure chair beside mine.

“Mrs. Stanton, have you met Lauren Jauregui?”

I gaped at him. He knew damn well my mom went nuts over any news about my romantic—and not-so-romantic, as the case may be—relationships.

My mother, who sat in the chair on the other side of me, leaned forward with her usual girlish excitement over a rich, handsome man. “Of course. She’s one of the wealthiest women in the world. Number twenty-five or so on Forbes’s list, if I’m remembering correctly. A very driven young woman, obviously, and a generous benefactor to many of the children’s charities I champion. Extremely eligible, of course, but I don’t believe she's straight , Cary. She’s got a reputation as a ladies’ pleaser.”

“My loss.” Cary grinned and ignored my violent headshaking. “But it’d be a hopeless crush anyway, since she’s digging on Camila.”

“Camila! I can’t believe you didn’t say anything. How could you not tell me something like that?”

I looked at my mom, whose scrubbed face appeared young, unlined, and very much like mine. I was very clearly my mother’s daughter, right down to my surname. The one concession she’d made to my father had been to name me after his mother.

“There’s nothing to tell,” I insisted. “We’re just…friends.”

“We can do better than that,” Sinuhe said, with a look of calculation that struck fear in my heart. “I don’t know how it escaped me that you work in the same building she does. I’m certain she was smitten the moment she saw you. Although she’s known to prefer blondes…Hmm…Anyway. sHe’s also known for her excellent taste. Clearly the latter won out with you.”

“It’s not like that. Please don’t start meddling. You’ll embarrass me.”

“Nonsense. If anyone knows what to do with men, it’s me.”

I cringed, my shoulders creeping up to my ears. By the time my massage appointment came around, I was in desperate need of one. I stretched out on the table and closed my eyes, preparing to take a catnap to get through the long night ahead.

I loved dressing up and looking pretty as much as the next girl, but charity functions were a lot of work. Making small talk was exhausting, smiling nonstop was a pain, and conversations about businesses and people I didn’t know were boring. If it wasn’t for Cary benefitting from the exposure, I’d put up a bigger fight about going.

I sighed. Who was I fooling? I’d end up going anyway. My mom and Stanton supported abused children’s charities because they were significant to me. Going to the occasional stuffy event was a small price to pay for the return.

Taking a deep breath, I consciously relaxed. I made a mental note to call my dad when I got home and thought about how to send a thank-you note to Lauren for the hangover cure. I supposed I could e-mail her using the contact info on her business card, but that lacked class. Besides, I didn’t know who read her inbox.

I’d just call her when I got home. Why not? She’d asked—no, told—me to; she’d written the demand on her business card. And I’d get to hear her luscious voice again.

The door opened and the masseuse came in. “Hello, Camila. You ready?”

Not quite. But I was getting there.

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After many lovely hours at the spa, my mom and Cary dropped me off at the apartment; then they headed out to hunt for new cuff links for Stanton. I used the time alone to call Lauren. Even with the much-needed privacy, I punched most of her phone number into the keypad a half-dozen times before I finally put the call through.

She answered on the first ring. “Camila.”

W that she’d known who was calling, my mind scrambled for a moment. How did she have my name and number in her contact list? “Uh…hi, Lauren.”

“I’m a block away. Let the front desk know I’m coming.”

“What?” I felt like I’d missed part of the conversation. “Coming where?”

“To your place. I’m rounding the corner now. Call the desk, Camila.”

she hung up and I stared at the phone, trying to absorb the fact that Lauren was moments away from being with me again. Somewhat dazed, I went to the intercom and talked to the front desk, letting them know I was expecting her and while I was talking, she walked into the lobby. A few moments after that, she was at my door.

It was then that I remembered I was dressed in only a thigh-length silk robe, and my face and hair were styled for the dinner. What kind of impression would she get from my appearance?

I tightened the belt of my robe before I let her in. It wasn’t like I’d invited her over for a seduction or anything.

Lauren stood in the hallway for a long moment, her gaze raking me from my head down to my French manicured toes. I was equally stunned by her appearance. The way she looked in worn jeans and a T-shirt made me want to undress her with my teeth.

“Worth the trip to find you like this, Camila.” sHe stepped inside and locked the door behind her. “How are you feeling?”

“Good. Thanks to you. Thank you.” My stomach quivered because she was here, with me, which made me feel almost…giddy. “That can’t be why you came over.”

“I’m here because it took you too long to call me.”

“I didn’t realize I had a deadline.”

“I have to ask you something time-sensitive, but more than that, I wanted to know if you were feeling all right after last night.” Her eyes were dark as they swept over me, her breathtaking face framed by that luxurious curtain of inky hair. “God. You look beautiful, Camila. I can’t remember ever wanting anything this much.”

With just those few simple words I became hot and needy. Way too vulnerable. “What’s so urgent?”

“Go with me to the advocacy center dinner tonight.”

I pulled back, surprised and excited by the request. “You’re going?”

“So are you. I checked, knowing your mother would be there. Let’s go together.”

My hand went to my throat, my mind torn between the weirdness of how much she knew about me and concern over what she was asking me to do. “That’s not what I meant when I said we should spend time together.”

“Why not?” The simple question was laced with challenge. “What’s the problem with going together to an event we’d already planned on attending separately?”

“It’s not very discreet. It’s a high-profile event.”

“So?” Lauren stepped closer and fingered a curl of my hair.

There was a dangerous purr to her voice that sent a shiver through me. I could feel the warmth of her big, hard body and smell the richly musky scent of her skin. I was falling under her spell, deeper with every minute that passed.

“People will make assumptions, my mother in particular. She’s already scenting your bachelor blood in the water.”

Lowering her head, Lauren pressed her lips into the crook of my neck. “I don’t care what people think. We know what we’re doing. And I’ll deal with your mother.”

“If you think you can,” I said breathlessly, “you don’t know her very well.”

“I’ll pick you up at seven.” Her tongue traced the wildly throbbing vein in my throat and I melted into her, my body going lax as she pulled me close.

Still, I managed to say, “I haven’t said yes.”

“But you won’t say no.” sHe caught my earlobe between her teeth. “I won’t let you.”

I opened my mouth to protest and she sealed her lips over mine, shutting me up with a lush wet kiss. Her tongue did that slow, savoring licking that made me long to feel her doing the same between my legs. My hands went to her hair, sliding through it, tugging. When she wrapped her arms around me, I arched, curving into her hands.

Just as she had in her office, she had me on my back on the couch before I realized she was moving me, her mouth swallowing my surprised gasp. The robe gave way to her dexterous fingers; then she was cupping my breasts, kneading them with soft, rhythmic squeezes.

“Lauren—”

“Shh.” sHe sucked on my lower lip, her fingers rolling and tugging my tender nipples. “It was driving me crazy knowing you were naked beneath your robe.”

“You came over without—Oh! Oh, God…”

Her mouth surrounded the tip of my breast, the wash of heat bringing a mist of perspiration to my skin.

My gaze darted frantically to the clock on the cable box. “Lauren, no.”

Her head lifted and she looked at me with stormy green eyes. “It’s insane, I know. I don’t—I can’t explain it, Camila, but I have to make you come. I’ve been thinking about it constantly for days now.”

One of her hands pushed between my legs. They fell open shamelessly, my body so aroused I was flushed and almost feverish. Her other hand continued to plump my breasts, making them heavy and unbearably sensitive.

“You’re wet for me,” she murmured, her gaze sliding down my body to where she was parting me with her fingers. “You’re beautiful here, too. Plush and pink. So soft. You didn’t wax today, did you?”

I shook my head.

“Thank God. I don’t think I would’ve made it ten minutes without touching you, let alone ten hours.” She slid one finger carefully into me.

My eyes closed against the unbearable vulnerability of being spread out naked and fingered by a woman whose familiarity with the rules of Brazilian waxing betrayed an intimate knowledge of women. A woman who was still fully clothed and kneeling on the floor beside me.

“You’re so snug.” Lauren pulled out and thrust gently back into me. My back bowed as I clenched eagerly around her. “And so greedy. How long has it been since the last time you were fucked?”

I swallowed hard. “I’ve been busy. My thesis, job-hunting, moving…”

“A while, then.” sHe pulled out and pushed back into me with two fingers. I couldn’t hold back a moan of delight. The woman had talented hands, confident and skilled, and she took what he wanted with them.

“Are you on birth control, Camila?”

“Yes.” My hands gripped the edges of the cushions. “Of course.”

“I’ll prove I’m clean and you’ll do the same, then you’re going to let me come in you.”

“Jesus, Lauren.” I was panting for her, my hips circling shamelessly onto her thrusting fingers. I felt like I’d spontaneously combust if she didn’t get me off.

I’d never been so turned on in my life. I was near mindless with the need for an orgasm. If Cary walked in right then and found me writhing in our living room while Lauren finger-fucked me, I didn’t think I’d care.

Lauren was breathing hard, too. Her face was flushed with lust. For me. When I’d done nothing more than respond helplessly to her.

Her hand at my breast moved to my cheek and brushed over it. “You’re blushing. I’ve scandalized you.”

“Yes.”

Her smile was both wicked and delighted, and it made my chest tight. “I want to feel my cum in you when I fuck you with my fingers. I want you to feel my cum in you, so you think about how I looked and the sounds I made when I pumped it into you. And while you’re thinking about that, you’re going to look forward to me doing it again and again.”

My sex rippled around her stroking fingers, the rawness of her words pushing me to the brink of orgasm.

“I’m going to tell you all the ways I want you to please me, Camila, and you’re going to do it all…take it all, and we’re going to have explosive, primal, no-holds-barred sex. You know that, don’t you? You can feel how it’ll be between us.”

“Yes,” I breathed, clutching my breasts to ease the deep ache of my hardened nipples. “Please, Lauren.”

“Shh…I’ve got you.” The pad of her thumb rubbed my clitoris in gentle circles. “Look into my eyes when you come for me.”

Everything tightened in my core, the tension building as she massaged my clit and pushed her fingers in and out in a steady, unhurried rhythm.

“Give it up to me, Camila,” she ordered. “Now.”

I climaxed with a thready cry, my grip white-knuckled on the sides of the cushions as my hips pumped onto her hand, my mind far beyond shame or shyness. My gaze was locked to her, unable to look away, riveted by the fierce masculine triumph that flared in her eyes. In that moment she owned me. I’d do anything she wanted. And she knew it.

Searing pleasure pulsed through me. Through the roaring of blood in my ears, I thought I heard her speak hoarsely, but I lost the words when she hooked one of my legs over the back of the couch and covered my cleft with her mouth.

“No—” I pushed at her head with my hands. “I can’t.”

I was too swollen, too sensitive. But when her tongue touched my clit, fluttering over it, the hunger built again. More intense than the first time. she rimmed my trembling slit, teasing me, taunting me with the promise of another orgasm when I knew I couldn’t have one again so quickly.

Then her tongue speared into me and I bit my lip to bite back a scream. I came a second time, my body quaking violently, tender muscles tightening desperately around her decadent licking. Her growl vibrated through me. I didn’t have the strength to push her away when she returned to my clit and sucked softly…tirelessly…until I climaxed again, gasping her name.

I was boneless as she straightened my leg and still breathless when she pressed kisses up my belly to my breasts. she licked each of my nipples, and then hauled me up with her arms banded around my back. I hung lax and pliable in her grip while she took my mouth with suppressed violence, bruising my lips and betraying how close to the edge she was.

she closed my robe; then stood, staring down at me.

“Lauren…?”

“Seven o’clock, Camila.” sHe reached down and touched my ankle, her fingertips caressing the diamond anklet I’d put on in preparation for the evening. “And keep this on. I want to fuck you while you’re wearing nothing else.”

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What You Do to Me

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Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Ever since the beginning of your fifth year, Draco became unpleasant towards you, and you’re determined to find out why.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Kissing, but that’s about it.

a/n — Hello, this is my first writing prompt on here. Feel free to request a one-shot in my inbox and I’ll try to get back to you as soon as possible!

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"And then she had the audacity to run away! Can you believe her?"

A chorus of exaggerated gasps and responses echoed in the Slytherin common room. You gave a light chuckle at the nature of your friends as you took a sip from the bottle of butterbeer laying around before briefly glancing up at the clock.

Blaise, Pansy, Theo, Daphne, Draco, and you laid sprawled across the couches and floor of the common room. It was a usual thing for you guys to hang out there before curfew whenever an escape from studies was collectively needed. Given the intensity of a fifth year's workload, it was nearly every other day when you guys would gather together with some drinks for a couple hours. You weren't complaining, though — this is much rather preferred than working on Snape's essays.

You suddenly put down your bottle and stood up hazily while brushing down your skirt. Five pair of eyes instantaneously turned towards your way as you shot them an apologetic smile. "Sorry, but I promised my brother I'd meet up with him and his friends in the library."

It wasn't uncommon for you to receive disapproving looks whenever your brother and his Gryffindor friends were brought up. You chose to ignore it, as they never verbally expressed their dislike towards them. Until now, when Draco Malfoy decided he suddenly had something to say.

“Those Gryffindors? You could do so much better," he remarked without sparing you a glance. You scoffed at his immaturity and crossed your arms against your chest.

"I don't recall asking for your opinion, Malfoy," You said, clenching your jaw. "Besides, they make better company than you do." He smirked to himself before turning his head slightly to meet your gaze. There was a moment of hesitation before his response, in which he simply scanned your face before staring into your eyes again.

With an infuriating grin plastered on his face, he said, "Please, we know the real reason is that you want to snog Potter. Your attempts are pathetic, anyone can see that."

Your face heated up with rage and embarrassment — How dare he imply that? "Go to hell, Malfoy," you muttered just loud enough to be heard before storming out of the portrait hole.

He was never this rude throughout your time at Hogwarts. You two were the least closest within the group, as you'd normally never speak to him unless it was alongside the others, but he still remained civil with you. It was only the beginning of the school year when this had changed.

He began giving you snide comments about your closeness with the Golden Trio and you being a Weasley. Most people didn't mind that fact, as you were still a Slytherin despite all of your siblings being otherwise, but Draco never failed to insult you about it somehow during any given circumstance.

You attempted to brush your thoughts of him away once you approached the library. However, the question of why he was being like this towards you remained in your head until the end up the night, making you fall asleep with a clouded head and a heavy chest.

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"Settle down, class, unless you intend on receiving a string of detentions," Professor Snape said languidly, silencing the room of Gryffindors and Slytherins. You sat next to Harry, with your brother Ron seated with Hermione behind you two. "Today, we will be brewing a particularly difficult potion in groups of two. Open up your textbook to page 394 as I put you all into pairs."

Harry gave a slight groan next to you upon hearing Professor Snape. You squeezed his hand reassuringly and offered an encouraging grin. You two would often pair up with each other, given how you have a greater talent for Potions than he does. A partner willing to lead most of it is often hard to come across when the pairs are pre-picked, to Harry's dismay.

Professor Snape began listing pairs of his piece of parchment, causing fear to erupt in the stomach's of most. You didn't pay much attention to the names being said as you pulled out your textbook. It was only until the last pairing when you hear your name being mentioned that you finally looked up.

"Y/N Weasley and Draco Malfoy."

You winced at the mention of your partner for the day. Turning your head tentatively, you glanced at Draco. He held an empty expression, void of any emotions indicating how he felt about the pairing. Upon noticing your gaze, he stood up silently to approach your desk.

"Let me know if he is being a dick to you," Harry said softly, squeezing your shoulder before leaving his seat. You notice the glares Draco gave to Harry's departing figure and rolled your eyes, gesturing him to sit down.

"Don't miss your boyfriend too much," Draco said with a scowl on his face. You raised your eyebrows in disbelief. He never quits, does he?

"I'll get the ingredients, you set up the cauldron," You muttered, not wasting any time to get up and briefly depart with him. You quietly groaned in anger once out of his earshot. Out of the twenty-something students in the class, you, unfortunately, had the luck of being with him.

While muttering some less than appropriate words to describe the platinum haired boy, you grabbed the ingredients listed in your textbook. Unicorn hair, you thought to yourself as you try to locate it along the shelves. Upon seeing it in the uppermost compartment, you sighed before placing your materials down and reaching for it.

Come down already! you thought to yourself as you stood on tiptoe with your arms extended. Still, you barely managed to brush your fingers on the bottom of the container. As you contemplated giving up and simply calling someone else to grab it, you felt a presence appear behind you.

Dangerously close behind you.

You could feel their breath tickle the lobe of your ear as they reached for the ingredient with no hassle. Their hand seemed to delicately brush over your outstretched arm on its way down, making shivers appear instantaneously.

You lowered your heel and dropped your arm by your side. Your positions lingered for a brief moment before they took a step back and you turned around. That's when your eyes met a pair of ash-gray ones boring into your own.

For a moment, the room was still, or it at least appeared to be. Nothing else was registered in your brain besides those foggy eyes in front of you. You wanted to take a picture, to capture the beautiful sight, but you knew regardless it would be implanted in your brain for life.

Suddenly, Draco diverted his eyes with a slight cough saying, "You looked like you were struggling." He then strode across the room to return to your desk, looking solely at the work in front of him. As you gathered your materials swiftly and returned to your desk as well, you failed to notice the tinge of pink appearing on his cheeks, similar to your own.

The rest of the class was spent in silence, avoiding his occasional glance and trying to ignore the harsh beating of your heart.

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It was nearly a week after the Potion's incident, and you haven't come across Draco since. To be fair, you were also doing your fair share of avoiding — coming to breakfast and dinner earlier than usual and leaving when the crowd came, as well as hanging out with the Gryffindors more often than the Slytherins. But Draco hasn't been attending the get-togethers in the common room before curfew. It was almost as if he dropped off the face of the Earth.

As you turn the corner in an empty corridor with no clear direction in mind, a tall figure colliding with yours abruptly broke your trance. You fell on your butt and grimaced. Why must this happen to me, you thought in mild pain. Your eyes were too squinted to notice the hand offered in front of you.

Suddenly, the person grabbed your forearm and lifted you up onto your feet. You stumbled for a moment, gripping onto their shoulder for balance, before your eyes fell on the face of the stranger.

Fate was being real funny today.

Draco stood in front of you, making you hyper aware of lack of space between you two. You immediately retracted your hand from his shoulder, but his grip lingered on your arm for a moment before he took it off. Then, he simply scowled at you and rolled his eyes before walking away.

"Watch where you're going next time, Weasley."

You let out a dry chuckle, amazed by his duality. One minute, he'll be extremely close, staring into yours eyes softly. The next, he'll be acting like an absolute git, taking any chance to insult you.

Before he managed to get far, you grabbed the end of his tie and pulled him back so he was at eye level with you. You glared at him for a moment before speaking slowly, "What is your problem with me?"

Draco gulped tentatively, meeting your harsh stare with his striking silver eyes. After a moment of him simply taking in the appearance of your eyes, he opened his mouth to speak. "It's what you're doing to me."

You paused, your grip loosening on his tie as your expression morphed into one of confusion. "What am I doing to you?" you asked in a soft whisper. You didn't know how to react to his statement — you generally steered clear of him unless he spoke to you first. What could you have possibly done to make him hate you?

Draco pulled his tie out of your hands and stood up to his full height. He then took slow strides towards you, making you backup to maintain some space apart. Eventually, your back had hit a wall, and there was no avoiding his strong gaze when there was merely centimeters between you two. He raised his arm to the spot of the wall next to your head, partially trapping you in this position.

"You wanna know what you're doing to me?" He tilted his head very slightly, searching your face for any sign of emotion. "You're running through my head every minute of every day. You're making my heart beat rapidly and my face red at the mere sight of you. You- you're making me feel things I've never felt for someone before."

There was a slight pause in his speech when he simply gazed into your eyes, observing your reaction. Your lips parted slightly in shock, your eyes widened, your cheeks painted with crimson. He took that as an opportunity to continue, in a breathy whisper, "That's what you're doing to me."

Your outer expression displayed merely surprise, but you were jumping in glee on the inside. You have always liked Draco since the second year. You admired his confidence and pride, his sheer ambition, and admittedly, his handsome appearance. Upon hearing the revelation, it's natural that you'd feel quite joyous.

Still, you had to remind yourself of his behaviour during the past two months. Clearing your throat in an attempt to briefly mask your feelings, you said in a sarcastic tone, "That definitely excuses how you've been treating me this year."

Draco's face suddenly turned pale as his eyebrows furrowed in regret. He looked down, ashamed of himself, and dropped the arm trapping you to his side. He mumbled an apology under his breath and stepped back sadly.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you threw your arms around his neck and brought him closer to you once again. "Don't worry, I forgive you," you said, slamming your lips onto his before he could respond. His eyes widened as he stood still for a moment, but he quickly melted into your lips and brought his arms around your waist shortly after.

The kiss started off passionate, filled with the raw, unadulterated desire built up inside them over the years. He gripped your waist as if you would flee when he let go, and he kept bringing you impossibly closer to him. However, it gradually developed into a sweeter, more slower kiss as it went on. You melted into his arms, and neither wanted the moment to end.

After what felt like a century of having your lips connected, you finally pulled away, heaving a euphoric sigh. His breathing was accelerated, and your lips were red and swollen. A grin slowly stretched across his face, and a laugh other than the sarcastic ones you were used to hearing was released. An airy, untroubled one, which sounds absolutely magnificent.

The moment was suddenly disturbed by a loud bang. You and Draco abruptly pulled apart, looking at the surprise visitors. At the end of the hall, Ron, Harry, and Hermione stood shocked, and a textbook laid on the floor in front of Ron's open arms.

"You and Draco are d-dating?" said your brother with a horrified grimace painting his face.

Draco faced you with a slight smile. Grabbing your hand and giving it an affectionate squeeze, he prompted, "Only if you'd like to."

"Of course. What more would I want?"

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a/n — Horrifyingly enough, I almost deleted it. Thankfully I put it in a google doc. Anyways, reminder that requests are open! Thank you for reading :)

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