#i told myself id finish this assignment before sleeping

[gddmgttsu]

Good morning!

(or atleast how 3am is morning to some but still night to others)

I’ve had a wild day yesterday and I still have a lot of mixed feelings about a few things. Honestly I still haven’t settled with how I feel about everything so it’s a bit hard for me to calm down still.

It begins 2 days ago where out of nowhere I get a text saying that I have a job interview the next day. I was surprised because that’s barely enough time to prepare myself but I decided to go along with it anyway…

That night I slept on time but I only got 1 hour of sleep. Something was wrong with me and I decided “ehh I’ll do it anyway it shouldn’t take more than a few hours and so I got prepared to go to the interview at 8am with no sleep.

Right as I left the house with my resume and everything, about a third of the way there I realize I left my ID at home. I felt a pit in my stomach and in that moment I knew it was over. I wasn’t getting this job but I still went back home to get it and go anyway.

When I got there, I was greeted with about 20 or so applicants and I was the last one there. I was about 10 mins late when I should have been 15 mins early so I wasn’t feeling very good.

After a bit of waiting, we were all led to a room with a papers infront of everyone’s seats. As I sat down, it was a basic math test with subtracting, adding, multiplying and word problems. Remember I’m on an hour of sleep and Ive been awake for 9 hours since that nap so my brain was fried.

I couldn’t remember how to do those basic calculations by hand since it’s been so long and I use a calculator for everything now. The numbers I was writing felt correct though by just eyeballing it and so I finished it somehow.

Next was the interview segment. They interviewed us 3 at a time and when I was called a nice lady started asking me questions. At this point I honestly didn’t care anymore. I was so sleepy and tired that I knew deep down I wasn’t going to make it. I answered everything as earnestly as I could. I had no real experience with the job I applied for so I tried to make up for it with enthusiasam… atleast as much as 1 hour of sleep could get you…

What surprised me was after everyone was done, around half of us were called again to another room and inside it was another goddamn test for everyone.

It was vocabulary, number pattern recognition and abstract pattern recognition. it’s about 11:30 by this point and I’m just cooked but I still tried my best to answer it. It was a first for me to get extensively quizzed like this for a job. It felt like trying to apply for college again.

After that they gave everyone left slips of paper. I was expecting mine to say “you tried. you can go home now :)” but to my surprise, it said I was cleared for the final interview. I was so shocked that it took an extra second to see that I had to wait an HOUR MORE because it’s lunch break and they told us to get lunch.

I was tired, I was sleepy and I wanted to go home but I guess sunk cost fallacy kicked in and I toughed it out. I got lunch and waited. Ironically it said 1pm but we didn’t actually start until 2 so I was getting really impatient.

Everyone started getting called 1 by 1 by the head of HR and I was called last. Apparently the person that interviewed me before was the head of HR so I didn’t actually get interviewed again. I was just given the job proposal and was asked to sign a contract.

…I actually landed it.

I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve been unemployed for longer than I should. I always felt jealous of my friends who seem to be able to go through their life on track and here I am with an actual real job for once. I had several emotions but I couldn’t quite internalize them for a bit since it’s not over yet.

My contract was that I was assigned to a nicer area but it’s a bit away from my house so my commute will be a bit strange. I dreaded gettng a job around there but I have no choice since I need the money and I need the experience.

Next was that it was 6 days a week… I wasn’t very happy about that but I guess I can’t be picky. I should be happy but to lose one of my weekends fills me with dread as to how I’ll cope long term.

I was given a long list of requirements due next week which honestly sounds like a nightmare but I gotta do it. With that I was sent home.

On the car ride back I was feeling anxious. I was scared I was going to mess this up. I was scared of losing time to myself and I was scared of losing my friends strangely enough.

I was going to be busy from this day onward for a whole year… It’s quite a shock and a whole bunch of responsibility was dumped on me in one instant.

When I got home, it was really starting to sink in just what exactly I signed up for. I was so sleepy and I wanted to just lie down and sleep. I had to shower since I was out the whole day and the only thing at the back of my head was “If I don’t calm down right now I’m going to explode”. I haven’t felt this way since college.

Right before going to bed I talked with my friend, maybe my closest friend right now. They were happy for me and supportive which helped but after I calmed down I felt alittle sad.

They’re normally busy so we rarely hang out but recently we’ve been talking alot every other day. I enjoy their company dearly and to suddenly have that be abruptly cut made me feel very lonely.

I don’t doubt that we’ll still be friends and that we’ll still talk throught the thing but right now I feel as if there’s a barrier between me and my support group.

I’ve had a good nights rest since then and I’m writing this post as I woke up.

My sleep was rocky as it was cut into 5 parts and it was plagued by every fear I described. I noticed that after every sleep-wake cycle I was less anxious about everything and it really felt like my mind was coping very hard. After about 12 hours of sleep I’m awake now.

The only feeling I have left is just sadness…

I really don’t know if I’ll be able to live up to the standards expected of me. Being an adult and one who’s life fell apart right sfter college is very scary. It’s isolating and I feel very prone to bouts of depression thinking about what went wrong.

Aside from a handful of people, I don’t have a lot to talk to about my problems that really understand. Honestly I started this blog as a place to just write down how I feel because it’s genuinely crippling sometimes.

I’ve mostly accepted the fact that this is now the next step in my life. I very much need to stick with it as best I can because this is an opportunity to turn my life around.

If not for myself, I should do it for the few people that believe in me.

I suppose we’ll see how life goes from this day onward and I hope for the best for other people in the same situation as me. I should consider myself lucky and I’ll try to keep a positive attitude from now on.

I’ll do my best!

[danielnelsen]

god remember when i was so tired the other week that i fully hallucinated a creeper in my backyard, that was wild

[mediocre-writerr]

peer pressure [jo wilson]

jo wilson x reader

requested by anon: hey there! i saw you accept requests for greys anatomy, so i was wondering if you could write for jo wilson? she's dating y/n in secret bc the two of them are still figuring out their relationship. y/n is brought to the hospital and since no one knows about the two, jo is assigned to operate on her but jo gets really stressed and panicked, not wanting to mess up. protective jojo would be sweet <3

warning: shooting, blood

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The sound of a phone ringing awoke you from your peaceful slumber. You grabbed the pillow from next to you as you threw your head over it. A familiar weight on top of you. 

“Jo,” she just hummed in response, “Jo, your phone,” 

Her head immediately shoots up and grabs it off your bedside table, but not before elbowing your stomach in the process. You let out a groan, “Oops, sorry love,”

“Hello,” her voice rang out as she answered her phone, “Okay I’ll be right there!”

You remove the pillow off your face as she hung up, “I have an emergency surgery that I need to scrub in on. You’ll pick me up, right?” 

“Same spot, in. my dark ominous tinted car,” I joked with her and she jokingly rolled her eyes. You paused before continuing to talk, “Have you thought about us? I know after Alex you weren’t sure if you wanted to date again, but I don’t know if we’ve been going on dates and getting closer. I know you want to be ready-” 

She leaned over as she changed into a pair of scrubs that she kept at your place, just in case stuff like this happened, and placed a soft kiss to your lips. 

“We’ll talk about when I get back, okay?” you let out a sigh knowing that this isn’t the first time that she avoided the conversation, but you put on a tight lipped smile before nodding. 

“I’ll call you when I’m off,” she shouted before walking out the door.

“Okay, I love you. Go save some lives Supergirl!” you shouted back, but it was too late the door was closed. 

That’s what you always did, you always shouted it right as the door closed, because you knew that she wouldn’t reciprocate those feelings. 

You understood her need to keep her walls up. She was married to Alex and then he just up and left, but you wanted more than hiding on a corner block away from the hospital just so her friends wouldn’t see. 

You looked at the time on your clock and let out another groan. There was no point in trying to get a little more sleep. You rolled out of bed to get ready for your day at work. 

The day was a little cold compared to the fast few days. But you continued your walk towards the familiar coffee shop you stopped in every morning before work. However, today was different, through the coffee shop window you could see a heated argument occurring.

You bursted into the coffee shop to see your usual barista Kate shaking in fear. The man turned around and he had a gun in his hand. You put your hands up immediately knowing what to do in a situation like this.

“Hello sir, whatever you need we can give it to you,” you told him, trying to ease the situation.

“I want the money that’s in the register!” he screamed.

You shook your head, “Okay, you got it. Just put the gun down please,” he slowly lowered the gun and you gave Kate a nod, “Unlock the register, it’s going to be okay,” 

Just when you think you’re safe and the man’s about to leave. His ski mask slips off his face and you breathe out a sigh, knowing now that you’re a liability. 

“Shit!” he yells, pointing the gun back at you and Kate.

“Just go, we won’t say a word,” you told him. 

He shook his head,  “I can’t let you do that,” 

And with that a shot rang through the coffee shop. You felt your body go cold as you fell onto the floor, clutching your side. 

Then you could see him point his gun at Kate, so you did what you were taught to do. You got up quickly from off the floor as you stood in front of her. The bullet hit your shoulder as you fell down once more. Before another shoot could ring out, you could see the blurry visions of officers behind him. 

Your breathing started to become ragged as the blood starts to leave your body bit by bit, “Kate...” you whispered and she looked at you panic in her eyes, “I need you to put pressure on my wound, okay? I’m losing too much blood to-to do it myself,” 

But before you could feel any pressure, your vision slowly faded away.

“Y/N, you don’t have to pick me up right now. There was a robbery at the coffee shop, there’s one injured and I was assigned. I’ll call you again when I’m done,” Jo spoke into the phone after trying to call you three times. 

Jo immediately ran out to the parking lot where the ambulance park. The paramedics arriving right as she got out there. They burst through the ambulance door as Jo went over to them. 

“What have we got?” she asked, not giving a look at the patient for just a second.

“We found the ID of Detective Y/N Y/L/N,” the paramedic said.

With that Jo immediately lifted her head from the bullet wound and saw your pale face going in and out of consciousness. A pit falling into her stomach as she completely blocked out everything else.

“Y/N,” she whispered, fear evident in her eyes.

You looked at her with a loopy smile, grabbing a hold of her hand, and squeezing it with all your might. You could feel your eyes start to slip away again, “I-I love you,” 

Your eyes shut as you slipped out into unconsciousness, “Dr. Wilson,” the paramedic said sternly, “She’s losing too much blood we got to get her to an OR,” 

“Right, yeah. Get her to OR one,” 

They placed you on the OR table as you were blacked out. The loss of blood making it too hard to stay awake. They hooked you up to the anesthesia before opening up your side.

“We’re ready Dr. Wilson,” the anesthesiologist said.

Her hands started to shake with the scalpel in her hand. Thoughts rushing through her mind. 

Focus Jo, just focus. 

But her thoughts wouldn’t quiet, “Dr. Wilson, is everything okay?”

She shook her head, “No, someone grab my phone and get Dr. Grey on the phone,” 

A nurse immediately grabbed her phone and dialed Dr. Grey, “Wilson, what’s going on?”

“I need you to get to the OR as soon as possible,” she said, her voice slightly cracking.

“I’m on my way,” 

Jo spotted Meredith walk into the OR, “I need you to do this procedure, please,” 

“Why?” Meredith asked as she immediately took Jo’s place, but Jo didn’t respond, “Wilson, if I’m going to take over for you I need to know why because this is a simple find the bleeder,” 

“This is Detective Y/N Y/L/N, she’s my-” Jo starts before the tears started getting choked up, “I don’t know what we are, I’d always avoid the conversation, but they-”

“They mean a lot to you,” Meredith finished and Jo nodded.

“Can I stay here with you? I don’t wanna leave their side,” Jo whispered.

“Only if you tell me about them,”

Jo pulled out a seat and watched as Meredith worked on you. She told Meredith everything about what was going on. 

“They always asked me about us and what I wanted us to be. They were always ready for a relationship, they wanted to make things official but I-I just couldn’t,” she whispered.

“What was holding you back?” Meredith said as she used the suction to take the bleeders out of you.

“I guess I was scared, Alex left and I met Y/N and I fell for them each more every day. The thought of losing them or I guess them abandoning me, I couldn’t take it,” Jo said, staring at your face. 

She ran her thumb over your cool skin and smiled at you with tears in her eyes, “Every time I left their apartment, I’d give them a kiss, and I’d say bye. Right as I shut the door I hear them call out and say ‘I love you! Go save some lives Supergirl!’. I never said it back, I need to say it back,” 

“And you’ll be able to, they’re stable. We’ll take them to the ICU and they’ll be able recover nicely,” Meredith replied as she stitched you up, “Just make sure you tell them this time,” 

You awoke to the sound of soft beeping noises and a bright light on your face. The familiar weight that’s usually on top of you when you woke up was right there. 

Your eyes fluttered opened as you see that you’re at Grey Sloan Memorial. The familiar weight was indeed Jo, sleeping peacefully on your chest in her navy blue scrubs. 

“Jo,” you whispered and she stirred awake looking up at you.

“You’re awake,” she whispered, holding you even tighter.

You let out a soft groan, “Ouch love, that’s the wound,” 

“Oops sorry love!” she exclaimed once more and you laughed softly.

“It’s okay. Not that I’m complaining, but I’m surprised you’re on top of me. I know we’ve been keeping us a secret,” you asked, kind of confused. 

She looked at you with a guilty look in her eyes, “I'm sorry. I was scared, after Alex, I didn’t think I’d find love again. But then you, you came, and every day I fell in love with you more and more. I never wanted to talk about what we were because the thought of you abandoning me like everyone else did killed me. So I thought if there’s no label and you leave I won’t get hurt,”

“But then I heard the paramedics ID you and the thought of losing you without telling you how much I love you killed me more. I can’t lose you Y/N,” she whispered, “I love you so much and I can’t lose the person who put me back together,” 

You cupped her cheeks softly and kissed her sweetly. As soon as you pulled away you placed your foreheads together, “So we’re dating?” you teased and she laughed softly before nodding, “I love you so much. I’m not going anywhere,”

“Good,” she kissed you once more, “Just please no more jumping in front of bullets,”

“What? You can’t be the only one who saves lives,” you teased, but you could tell that she was being serious.

“I know that’s your job, but seriously love you weren’t even off the clock. I need you with me,” 

“Then with you is where I’m going to be,” you kissed her forehead before she settled back into your arms, holding you tighter than ever before.

[flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash]

Irresistible Danger - Part 60

Synopsis:  After being caught outside the compound on your own, Negan decides to punish you in the best way possible ;)

Words: 3,229

Warnings: nsfw, smut, swearing

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Author’s Note: We’re back! Omg y’all...I finally have a path to the ending for this fic! After this chapter, I’m planning for there to be 5 more chapters until the end, which will give ID a total of 65 chapters. I’m still working on writing and editing these last chapters, but I’m pretty confident in that timeline :D I also plan to post each Friday again, so there should be chapters now through September 10th, if all goes according to plan. 

PDA

You woke with a smile the next morning, partially because of the happiness filling your chest like a balloon. The other part was because the warm body behind you, accompanied by a rasp of beard on your shoulder and soft lips on your neck, signalled that you weren’t alone. 

The florid orange rays coming in the large windows told you that it was still early, the sun barely risen above the horizon. Turning over onto your other side to face Negan, you took in his tousled hair and heavy-lidded gaze. 

“Mornin’ doll,” he said, voice raspy with sleep. 

“Morning,” you whispered back, pressing a kiss to his irresistible mouth. “No crack-of-dawn meetings today?”

His lips quirked against yours. “Nope, thank fuck,” he murmured, before rolling atop you and spending a good portion of the morning taking you apart with pleasure, then putting you back together piece by piece with cuddles and toe-curling kisses. 

When he later glanced over at the clock and saw that it was almost 10am, he gave a groan and flopped onto his back with a forearm covering his eyes. “Much as I’d love to stay here all day, I gotta go with a couple Saviors to check out one of the nearby outposts. They reported some concerns about their fucking security measures, and also requested a few more men be stationed out there to help divvy up their shifts, so I wanna go see if there’s any fucking issues for myself.”

While you felt a tiny thrill that he was so willing to tell you this information, to let you know about his duties as leader, you also had a moment of worry about him possibly assigning more men out to work the outpost. “Is that the one you brought Simon in from a couple weeks ago?” 

Knowing exactly where your thoughts were headed, he said, “Don’t get your fucking panties in a bunch, doll. If the outpost needs more hands, I was planning to send a couple of my newer Saviors.”

Pleased at this response, you smiled and leaned in close so your mouth was hovering mere millimeters from his, before whispering, “I’m not wearing any panties to get in a bunch.” 

Before he could react, you rolled out of the bed and strode to the bathroom, putting a little extra swing to your hips. The growl and unmistakable rustling sound of sheets being thrown off was your only warning before Negan scooped you up into his arms and marched into the bathroom. 

An hour later and you were both sufficiently clean (after first getting extra dirty against the shower wall), and you saw Negan off from his rooms with a kiss and warning to be careful. He gave an arrogant smirk at that, which got him an eye roll and playful shake of your head as a response. 

You watched as he strode down the hall towards the staircase, shoulders encased in leather and his whistle echoing off the walls. While they’d never dare ask him about it, you couldn’t help but give a little smile at the thought of his men wondering why the hell their usually punctual leader was almost ten minutes late to leave for the outpost...and why he seemed so happy about it.

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Unable to contain your excitement over the events of the night before, you headed over to Ben’s room not long after Negan left. Thankfully he was there, having just returned from finishing up serving breakfast. His roommate was out this time, so you were able to huddle across from one another on his bottom bunk and catch him up on your conversation with Negan.

Ben listened intently, mouth slowly falling further and further open as you went on. When you got to the part about Negan admitting he wanted only you, and called you his partner, Ben let out a whoop of joy and threw his arms around you in a hug. 

“I knew it!” he exclaimed. “That big lug is head over heels for you.” 

The two of you chatted happily for a bit, before you left and wandered back down to your own room. It had felt like forever since you had a chunk of time to just relax in your bed without over analyzing or stressing over something Negan-related. Gone was the weight of that padlocked box of questions, which made both your brain and subconscious very happy. The three of you snuggled up on the bed and spent the next couple of hours finishing your re-read of Harry Potter before it was time to head down to the kitchen for dinner prep. 

Today’s menu consisted of lasagna using leftover deer meat thawed from the freezer, with the signature side of rolls. Trixie had unofficially promoted herself as being in charge of roll duty, making sure the dough was the right consistency and the ovens at the perfect baking temperature. She wasn’t rude about it, but the little bit of authority she showed when instructing another staff member how to properly knead the dough seemed to fulfill her need to be seen as a knowledgeable and important part of the staff. And in all honesty, none of her feedback to the others was incorrect, so rather than reprimand her or say she was out of line, you had caught her eye at one point and given an almost imperceptible nod of approval. This caused her smile to beam so bright that it was a wonder you didn’t need sunglasses. 

As it turned out, you weren’t the only one who had noticed Trixie’s presence and been keeping a stealthy eye on her. Andrew, a member of the food prep crew, had been not-so-subtly following Trixie with his gaze lately, and today was no exception. He was an attractive man in his early 20s with shoulder-length black hair and kind brown eyes, a much more appropriate candidate for Trixie than her previous choice.

It seemed safe to say that Trixie was aware of the attention as well, as she found every reason possible to flounce past where Andrew was busy loading trays of lasagna into an oven. At one point, she even stopped to chat briefly with him, and out of the corner of your eye you saw her toss back her head and laugh at something he said. If it seemed a bit overly dramatic to you, well, Andrew didn’t seem to mind. In fact, her reaction caused him to fumble with the tray of pasta he was holding, almost spilling the entire thing onto the ground. He thankfully saved it at the last second, otherwise you would’ve had to interrupt and lecture the two of them about focusing on their work and not chit-chatting. And you didn’t want to do that, not when Trixie finally seemed interested in a guy more her age who was actually available and seemed to genuinely like her. 

Despite your initial tension with Trixie, you now realized that she had just been struggling to find where she fit in, to feel like an important part of the community. She’d initially been scooped up and led astray by Amber, but thankfully she had found her way back on the correct path and was making progress at getting along with the others, rather than isolating herself and using condescension as an emotional wall. Someone like Andrew, who was kind-hearted and considerate, not to mention absolutely captivated by her, was exactly what she needed. 

Focusing your attention away from young romance and back to meal prep, you spent the next forty-five minutes making sure everything was baked to perfection before sending out the first trays of lasagna and rolls. However, your mind kept randomly returning to Negan, almost unable to contain a secret smile each time you remembered where the two of you now stood. The usual worry and second-guessing had been replaced by the stability of knowing how he felt, and each time you remembered his words from last night a flutter of butterflies went off in your stomach. 

Negan had told you this morning that the outpost he and a small team of men were going to was less than an hour’s drive from the Sanctuary, so he planned to be back around dinnertime. Sure enough, about 20 minutes into when the first round of food was being served, you saw a small group of Saviors enter the cafeteria and settle down at a table. You guessed that they were the ones who had been out on the mini mission, and breathed a sigh of relief at seeing them back safely and with jovial expressions on their faces. You could always tell when things went wrong on a run, due to the overall aura of the men who returned, but this time they were smiling and talking animatedly with one another. Hopefully this also meant that Negan was in a happy, and perhaps affectionate, mood when you went to visit him later...

It was as if your thoughts had conjured the man himself. You were out in the cafeteria with a large water pitcher, making rounds to refill empty glasses for people, when a hush in conversation made you still and look up.

And there he was, standing at the entrance to the cafeteria with his signature leather jacket unzipped just enough so that the edge of a white tee peeked out over the top. He scanned over the tables like a king surveying his domain, looking both intimidating and absolutely delicious with the arrogant way he held himself, as if he had no cares in the world but was also ready to take on anything.

When his eyes landed on you, those sinful lips quirked upwards at the edges, and you swore that even from the distance of half a cafeteria you could see his golden gaze light up at the sight of you. He moved, striding with determination and purpose to close the space between your bodies. The breath caught in your chest at his beauty, at the raw masculinity and almost animal magnetism that surrounded him. 

He stopped mere inches away, and you gazed up at him in both welcome and a bit of confusion. Trying to act calm and unaffected, and not show how much you wanted to grin and launch yourself at him, you said, “Welcome back.” 

Your eyebrow cocked in question when he shook his head with a low chuckle. “Oh no, doll, that won’t do at all.” And with that, he wrapped an arm around your waist and lowered his head...

And kissed you in front of the entire Sanctuary. 

A wave of shock jolted through you, at the same time as your body automatically responded, molding itself to his. Your brain was flatlined on the floor from the unexpected move, while your subconscious ran around it in circles screaming with excitement. 

You could practically feel all the astonished stares from community members, as they watched their all-powerful leader break one of his cardinal rules and kiss you to within an inch of your life. And dear god, what a kiss it was! His lips were firm yet gentle, his tongue just barely tracing your bottom lip, as if he couldn’t help but steal a little taste. He wasn’t holding back, and the primal part of you recognized that he was publicly staking his claim for all to see. There could be no question after this moment that you were his, and that he wanted everyone to know it. 

When he finally pulled back, you could only look up at him with what must’ve been an utterly dazed expression, if his pleased smirk was anything to go by. Glancing to his left and then right, his brow furrowed and expression turned serious as he bellowed, “What the fuck are you all looking at?”

His words had the desired effect, as eyes dropped back to their plates and the community stuttered back to action, obviously trying and failing to act like something monumental didn’t just happen. You’d have given a lot of points to know what they were all thinking, but you didn’t see any angry expressionsand no one had said anything or acted out of line, so hopefully that was a good sign. 

Negan’s warm hand rubbed comfortingly up your bare arm, and it was then that you noticed he didn’t have his gloves on. That also sparked the realization that he wasn’t carrying Lucille, which was strange since he always had her on his person when making an appearance in front of the community. 

Now that you’re thinking about it, did he even have her this morning, when he left?

You thought back to when you had kissed him goodbye and watched as he walked down the hallway. Surely he’d have taken her with him to the outpost...but you honestly couldn’t remember seeing her up over his shoulder. You had to just be forgetting, because there was no way he’d leave her behind. 

That train of thought was brought to a halt when the hand on your arm trailed down along your waist and settled possessively on your hip. “I wanted to put in a request for one of your staff members to bring two servings of dinner to my room, for Simon and yours truly.” 

Before you could ask if he needed time alone once you were done with dinner, he provided the answer. “We need to go over the fucking outpost inspection results, but I’ll come and find you once it’s done.” It was the second time he’d done that today, answering a question before you had the chance to voice it out loud, which was a sign of how well he was coming to predict your thought process. 

You were still a bit in shock at all of this, especially how he was discussing his evening plan with you so publicly and audibly, as if to show that you were more than just his in a physical sense. He was broadcasting to the community that you were what he had already told you last night: his partner. His voice had been low enough that only the nearby tables would’ve heard, but you knew every moment of this interaction would be spread across the entire community within minutes after he left. 

Giving a smile and trying to look like ‘yep, this is completely normal, no big deal, I am totally not internally screaming with joy and wanting to climb his fine ass like a tree’, you replied, “Of course. I’ll have it sent up immediately.”

“Thanks, doll,” he said with a final smirk. Then his face morphed back into the intense, badass expression of the Sanctuary’s leader, and he strode out of the cafeteria. 

You were left standing there, still a bit shell-shocked by what had just occurred, but also giddy as hell over it. That emotional high was only slightly dimmed by the awareness that now, with Negan gone, you were the sole center of everyone’s attention. A quick scan of the cafeteria showed that most community members were trying not to openly stare. However, the lack of chewing and frequent side glances thrown your way as your legs finally unfroze and started back towards the kitchen were proof that they had all seen Negan’s display of affection. 

While the rest of the community might’ve at least been making a feeble attempt not to obviously stare, the same couldn’t be said of the kitchen staff. At least a couple of them must’ve witnessed what happened when serving trays of food, and those members must’ve scurried back to the kitchen to report it to the others. Every single one of them was staring in wide-eyed silence with a mixture of shock and fascinated curiosity when you walked back through the swinging doors. 

Even though your face felt heated and you were a bit off-kilter, you still managed to sound slightly firm when announcing, “Alright folks, back to work. And no, I don’t want to talk about it.”

You breathed a sigh of relief when they didn’t argue, but a couple of them did give knowing grins, Trixie included, though at least they all seemed good-natured about it. Trying to act as though your world hadn’t just been spun off its axis with that public kiss, you went over to Ben, who was the only one that had stayed fairly composed the entire time. In fact, his eyes danced with mirth and he was obviously trying to hold back a smirk, so you felt only minimally evil when telling him of Negan’s request that two servings of dinner be taken up to his rooms for him and Simon. Ben gave a playful glare when you told him to take up the food himself, saying it loud enough that some others heard, making him unable to say no without looking a bit suspect. 

When the tray was ready to go a few minutes later, you quietly murmured to Ben as he passed by on his way out of the kitchen, “Say hi to Simon for me.” The words caused a hint of pink to flare in his cheeks as he gave a halfhearted glare. You almost felt guilty for teasing him, but knew Ben would more than forgive you when Negan came through on his promise to get Simon his own room.  

Though the kitchen staff still threw glances your way here and there, they quickly fell back into their usual routine and no one made any direct comments. You were safe from scrutiny...at least for now. At least no one seemed to have any extreme concerns about what had happened, making you wonder how many of them had suspected what was going on between you and Negan before now.

Once dinner and cleanup were over, you headed back up to your room. Negan had said he would come find you when he was ready, so you planned to just lay back and relax until then. 

Oh, who were you kidding. After that kiss, you were totally going to sit on your bed and think about all the dirty things you wanted to do to him the moment the two of you were alone. 

Trying to convince yourself that you could be at least semi-productive and pretend to have a hobby other than fantasizing about the leader of the Sanctuary, you pulled the copy of Harry Potter off your bedside table. You were just opening to the first page, planning to restart it again from the beginning, when a firm knock sounded at your door. 

Pulse jumping with excitement, you rose from the bed and didn’t even hesitate to cross the room and reach for the doorknob. It never occurred to you that it might be anyone other than Negan, let alone for it to be the last person you’d have ever expected to see at your door. But things had been going so well today that it was almost as if fate was bored with your happiness and wanted to add some drama to the mix. 

Totally ignoring the warning prickle that ran up your spine, you opened the door with a welcome smile. It quickly died on your lips at the sight of who was standing on the other side, hands on hips and eyes throwing daggers your way. 

It was Amber...and she looked pissed.

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[the-iceni-bitch]

PLEASEEE write more for august walker! i'm in love with the banter in "welcome home, walker" and how he's grumpy but has a soft spot for the reader. LOVE UR OTHER WORKS TOO <33

Aww, I love Auggie! And it has been a bit since I wrote for him. Soooooo...

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Pairing: August Walker x fem!Reader

Words: 2145

Summary: You and Auggie go out with the graduating cadets to celebrate your new assignment.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (innuendo, teasing, sex in a public place, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex), violence (fistfight, implication of gore and death), betrayal, protective!Auggie, TW- implication of impending date rape/mentions of drugs, SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: This got away from me a bit if I’m being honest. I was just gonna do the teasing in the gym but I couldn’t stop myself, so please enjoy this little impromptu fic! And please feel free to send me an ask if there’s a character or kink or anything you’d like to see more of! 

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You didn’t know how he got you in this position. You could practically feel him beaming over you as you struggled to get out of the hold he had you in. 

“You keep moving like that, you’re gonna make me hard, sweetheart. You want me to fuck you right here on the mat?”

August ground his crotch against your ass to illustrate his point and you let out a moan. Your arms were bent back at your shoulders unnaturally as you scrabbled for some purchase to get out of his grip.

“Fuck off, Auggie. You know the only reason you’re on top right now is because I didn’t get any sleep.” Maybe if you arched your back a little...

August groaned in your ear as your ass rubbed against his growing erection. 

“Shit, Y/N. The director is right there.”

You turned your head as much as you could to see Sloane standing at the gym entrance, surveying the cadets as they practiced their sparring. You wiggled your ass again, making Auggie growl at you.

“You’re not giving me a lot of options, baby. You know my brain doesn’t work when I’m sleep deprived.”

He grumbled and you felt him start to loosen the hold he had on your arms. You grinned to yourself as you wrapped one arm behind his neck, gripping the hair at the base of his scalp and rolling forward. You heard him give a small sound of surprise as you flipped him over, knocking all the air out of his lungs when you slammed him into the mat and wrapping your body around his shoulders, stretching him to the point of pain. 

“Damn it, I thought we were done.”

“I don’t remember tapping out, sweetie.” You gripped his wrist and stretched his arm even further as you squeezed your thighs around his neck. 

He wheezed for a second before a wicked grin spread over his face. “Y’know, when you get me in these holds, I can smell you, and it drives me fucking crazy.”

You almost loosened your hold at his admission but caught yourself at the last second. “August...” you growled in warning.

“I know you’re soaked under these sweats, sweetheart.” He turned his head as much as your hold would allow, running his nose along the inseam of your sweats until you released him with a hiss.

“Fine, it’s a draw.” You mumbled, drawing yourself to your feet as he chuckled darkly. “Equipment room in 5?”

“Walker, Y/L/N, with me.” Sloane gave a beckoning motion and the two of you moved to follow, sighing with frustration. 

You moved with the director as she marched back towards her office, shooting each other apprehensive looks as you considered what she may want to talk to you about.

“Good news you two.” Sloane announced as she closed the door to her office behind you. “We finally managed to get the heat off you from Interpol, and you’re set for a new assignment in Brazil.” She handed you your files detailing the op. “Looks like there’s a Syndicate group operating there, moving weapons through the black market there. You ship out in two days. Please do your best to remember, Syndicate members are assets, not targets.”

“Right, boss.” You murmured, flipping through your ID docs. August just grunted beside you.

“Alright, I heard the two of you are going out with the graduating cadets and trainers tonight to celebrate the end of the course. Don’t overdo it.” She gave you a knowing wink before you turned to leave the office.

“I think she knows about us.” August whispered as the two of you headed to your lockers.

You just laughed at him. “Auggie, honey, we’re the worst kept secret at Langley.” 

“Y/N, Walker, I hear congrats are in order! We’re gonna miss the two of you in training!” Melissa managed to find out everything as soon as it happened, you didn’t know how she got stuck in training instead of the field. “I’ll make sure everyone buys you a round at the club tonight.”

You groaned at that, those goddamn trainers would have you passed out if they got their way. You slammed your locker closed and turned back to August. 

“Meet you at the club, baby. Make sure to do your reading first!” You called over your shoulder as you headed out.

You arrived at the club 4 hours later to see August looking incredibly uncomfortable in the middle of a group of rowdy cadets. You tutted to yourself as you approached him, he always had a stick up his ass.

He saw you then, and his face relaxed as he walked to meet you.

“You’re late.” He grumbled as the two of you headed to the bar. “You know how much I hate talking to these kids.”

“Relax, grandpa.” You smiled before turning to order yourself a gin and tonic. “You gonna dance at all tonight, or just stand there glowering?”

He scoffed into his scotch as you grinned at him, moving closer and rubbing your foot over his calf suggestively. 

“Don’t you start something you’re not prepared to finish, beautiful.”

Just then, Melissa arrived with a tray full of tequila shots, and you let out a groan. This was the second time you got cock blocked today, and you were starting to get frustrated. 

“Look what I’ve got for you!” she said gleefully as the two of you winced at her.

“Melissa, I’ve told you a million times, I don’t do tequila.”

“C’mon, it’s your last night with us, just a couple.”

You took a deep breath and grabbed a shot for yourself, giving August a shrug before tossing it back. He hissed between his teeth as he downed his own.

“Fuck me, you sure this isn’t rubbing alcohol? Jesus, Melissa!”

She just handed the two of you two more with a giggle, and clapped her hands when you swallowed them. Before you knew it she was dragging you towards the dance floor, your head fuzzy from the tequila as you instructed August to watch your cocktail. He gave you a grin before turning back to the bar, but that quickly changed once he noticed movement in your glass.

August clenched his jaw as his arm shot out to grab the cadet that was wandering away from the bar, wrapping his fist around his upper arm with a vise-like grip.

“The fuck you think you’re doing?” He growled, a menacing glare taking over his face.

“Get your hand off me, man.” The frat boy idiot actually looked offended as he glanced down at August’s hand.

Walker just tightened his grip as he patted the asshole down, cocking an eyebrow as he pulled a tiny baggie of tablets out of his breast pocket.

“Graham, right? What’s a senator’s nephew doing with… what is this? GHB? Molly?”

“Look, buddy.” The moron gave him a grin like he was his friend as August stared him down. “That piece of ass needs some loosening up. I bet she’s a tiger in the sack.”

August threw your drink in his face before hauling him outside. He considered letting you handle it yourself, but he wanted to let off some steam.

He didn’t say anything, just punched the smarmy bastard in the face. The idiot didn’t even try to defend himself, pathetic.

“What the fuck?! You broke my nose!” Graham held a hand to his face as he stared at Walker in disbelief.

“Yeah, that’s not all I’m gonna do to you.” He growled as he set to work.

Five minutes later he stood over his handiwork, wiping the blood off his knuckles as he let out a sigh. That had gotten a little out of hand.

“Fuck.” He muttered, pulling his burner out of his suit pocket and dialing. “Yeah, this is Lark. Send a cleanup crew to the alley outside Sketch. Yeah, some senator’s nephew.” He frowned over the phone. “Because it’s a fucking order.” He hung up, not bothering to wait for the Syndicate’s sanitation team before heading back into the club to find you.

He found you on the dance floor and a hungry sneer came over his face. He strode toward you and wrapped a possessive hand around your throat from behind, drawing you fast against his chest and growling into your ear. You whined as he pulled you away from the group, Melissa beaming at the two of you like an idiot.

“Have fun you two!” She called as August steered you around a corner.

He pressed you into the wall behind a column, his mouth devouring yours as he slotted his knee between your legs. You whimpered as he shoved a hand in the front of your blouse, squeezing your breast viciously before tweaking your nipple to the point of your pain as you arched into his hand.

“Fuck, Auggie. What happened?” You were panting with need as he moved his face down to bury in your neck, his teeth scraping over your throat.

“I’ll tell you later. Are you still drunk?” He moved his other hand to the apex of your thighs and groaned against your chest when he felt your slick coated folds. You weren’t wearing any panties.

“No, the dancing burned most of it off. Shit.” You hissed as he inserted two fingers inside you, stretching you open as he fumbled with his zipper. “Can’t even make it to the bathroom, huh?”

“Sorry sweetheart.” He mumbled as he freed his dick from his slacks. “Sure seems like you were expecting this, though.”

He moved his lips to yours and swallowed your cry as he dipped his hips and plunged into you. His hands wrapped around your thighs and lifted them to wrap around him as he started to move his hips. He tried to move slow so it wasn’t obvious what the two of you were doing, but those goddamn tiny whimpers you were making into his mouth were making it hard for him to control himself.

“God, this cunt feels better every time I’m in it. Fuck.” You were clenching around him with each thrust and your breath was coming in ragged gasps, letting him know you were close. “Jesus Christ, it’s barely been a minute. You’re so fucking sensitive.” He nipped at your bottom lip and stilled his hips for a beat as he teased you.

You slapped his bicep playfully and whined. “Shut the fuck up and move, asshole.”

He braced one hand on the wall and drew his hips back slowly before slamming into you. You buried your face in his neck to muffle your scream as you came apart. Your pussy fluttered around him as every muscle went rigid. He felt you sobbing against him as your muscles quivered in your release, his hips still setting a punishing pace as he fucked you through it.

“Shit, honey.” He murmured against your cheek as you came down. “You make it so easy.”

Your snort turned into a whimper as a particularly deep thrust had him kissing your cervix. “Fuck, Auggie.”

“Yeah, right there?”

You nodded vigorously as your face screwed up in bliss, leaning it back against the wall as he picked up the pace.

His cock was dragging against that sweet spot inside you with each thrust and it was all you could focus on. Your thighs squeezed around him as he brought you closer and closer to another orgasm. He loved watching you take it, getting completely lost in your pleasure. And knowing he was the one doing this to you was just icing on the cake.

“You close, gorgeous?” He asked, feeling his own imminent release looming.

“Shit, shit!”

He was extremely grateful for the loud music as you screamed in your release. He swallowed a shout of his own as his cock twitched and his cum spurted into you, painting your insides as his hips faltered and he collapsed against you.

“Jesus.” You whispered as you set your feet on the floor, August still sheathed in you as he softened. “Public sex, who knew?”

You felt his chest rumble against you as he gave a low chuckle, sliding out of you gently before he tucked himself back into his slacks. He ducked his head to give you a tender kiss as he drew down the hem of your skirt over your thighs.

“We should go back to your place.” He whispered after he released you, leaving you breathless.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you tonight, but I’m totally fine with it. Lemme just say goodbye to Melissa.”

He grinned as he watched you saunter away, your gait a little wobbly as you tried to keep his cum from leaking out of you. He was really looking forward to your new assignment. The thought of being cooped up with you for several months was making him hard already.

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[levis-hazelnut]

Summary: when you and your best friend, Hanji, were younger, you had made up stories about your dream guys - what they would look like and how you would meet. What happens when the one you had made up appears to be real?

Warning(s): I don’t think there are any in this chapter. But, please do tell me if there are any.

Taglist (closed!): @castellandiangelo

Status: completed!

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My elbow was propped up on the table with my head in my palm as I flicked around the fruit in my bowl with a fork. I was home alone since Hanji went out somewhere and I had nothing to do. Yeah, the weather was pleasant but I didn't feel like going out even though it's a Saturday. I just wanted to roll myself into a ball in a corner and slowly die. What's the reason for my misery? Well, you probably don't even care, but I'll tell you anyway. So, you know how I told Petra that she can take away my Levi, yes, he's my Levi. Whatever. So, of course, since I'm such a great friend, I started to try and get them to hang out more and more, while I tried to fight away my feelings. The feelings that try and consume me every time I see that stupidly sexy face of his.

 Before I start fantasising about him, I'll carry on... So, they seem to get along well since Levi prefers normal people, unlike myself and my other friends. He still hangs out with me, but just not as much as before and I truly think he's catching feelings for her. Oh, I should also mention that this has been going on for three months so it's definitely possible for that to happen. Like I basically fell in love with him as soon as I saw him. Well, who cares about me and my feelings? I know Levi doesn't (well, he tries to care for me but I push him away as the idiot I am).

And that's essentially the reason why I want to die in a corner. They both better thank me when they get together otherwise I will straight up trash every single one of their dates. I'm an idiot. I'm stupid. I'm a poor excuse of-- "You aren't an idiot, you're a weirdo. Don't forget that." Tch. His dumb voice is trying to slither into my brain. Can't I at least finish my self-loathe session? So inconsiderate. "Ugh, why am I annoyed at him for something I caused? I'm truly a horrible being," I muttered to no one in particular before groaning when I reached for my phone that buzzed in my ears. "What?" I spat when I answered, not even reading the caller ID. "Good afternoon to you, too, darlin'. What's wrong with you?" Oh, it's my favourite person ever... "What do you want, Ackerman?" I asked with a bitter tone. "First of all, I want an explanation." "For what?" "Why are you acting like this? You've been moping around for the past couple of fucking months. What's going on?" "... Nothing. What's the other thing you want?" "I haven't gotten an explanation yet." "Levi, please, just forget about it." My tone showed that I just wanted to end this conversation as soon as possible. I heard a sigh before hushed words sounded. "(Y/N), I'm going to come to your apartment and hold you at gunpoint if you don't tell me." "Sure, do whatever, but I'm still not going to tell you." "You're fucking crazy." Yeah, I know. That's why you prefer Petra over me, I thought. "I know. Can you leave me alone now?" "... The other thing I wanted to ask is if I could come over later." "Why? Are you actually going to hold me at gunpoint?" I asked sarcastically. Another sigh sounded. "We've barely hung out recently and it sounds like you're going to start crying any moment, so I'll come and keep you company. Also, we have that assignment to do." Why do you have to be such a softy? Just when I was getting annoyed with you, you decide to be a Prince Charming. "Fine. What time are you coming?" "Is three fine?" I glanced at the time and saw that it was already two o'clock. "Yep. I'll see you later." "Bye." ~/~ Levi and I sat at the small, round dining table with both of our laptops open as we worked on the assignment together. We let Lo-Fi play quietly as background noise and we often spoke - either to distract ourselves from the boring shit we were doing, or to help each other. As he said, Levi had a come a few minutes before three o'clock and after trying to get me to tell what happened, he decided it was futile and suggested we start working. Since I had nothing else to do apart from dying, I agreed.

As he cleared the table and put his things on the surface, I got whatever snacks we had and placed them in the middle of the table. I also made Levi a tea and myself - a coffee before we sat down and started. I wasn't really in the mood for anyone. I didn't even want Levi to be here when he first arrived, but now I don't mind since he gives me good company. After about an hour, Levi suddenly decided to get up so I averted my eyes from the laptop screen to question what was wrong.

And his answer?

Girl, get ready for this. You're going to burst into tears for me. "... I'm going on a date with Petra." There it is. The reason why I wanted to just breakdown and die in a hole. Levi is going on a fucking date with Petra. Levi is going on a fucking date with Petra. Levi is going on a fucking date with Petra. Levi is going on a fucking date with Petra. Levi is going on a fucking date with Petra. Those words kept on repeating in my mind like some kind of incantation as he packed his things away and slipped his jacket on before grabbing his phone. Soon, I knocked out of my trance and looked up at him before standing up. "... Petra?" "I asked her out yesterday." "You did?" I squeaked out, assuming that Petra would have been the one to ask him out. "Yeah. Anyway, I'll see you on Monday." "Okay. Bye." Being a good host, I walked him to the door and waited for him to put his shoes on before closing the door once he left. (Y/N), don't cry. Don't cry. Do not cry. He's just a boy... A boy that's a damn Adonis, and has hair I want to tangle my fingers in, and eyes I could stare into all day, and a nose that's just so boopable, and a jaw that could slice me, and lips that I wish I could feel on mine, and a body that looks better than any athlete... Yeah, he's just a boy... that I'm going to fall in love with. Hey, does anyone know a good suicide method that leads to certain death? No? Okay. ~/~ "(Y/N)? Are you home?" "... Yes," I muttered as I laid on the soft carpet in the living room with my cheek pressed against it. "Why are you... on the floor?" Hanji inquired with clear confusion written on her face. "I need help: I want to cry, but my eyes won't even fucking water. I want to die, but I still have a long life ahead of me. I want to sleep, but I'm not even tired. I want to--" "Okay, okay. What's going on?" my bestie questioned and crouched down. "Why are you like this?" I turned my face so it could hide in the carpet. I don't care if I would get spots from stuffing my face in it, I just needed something to comfort me and this was my solution. "Levi and Petra are going on a date today," I spoke into the material and I could almost imagine Hanji's shocked face. You see, I never told her about my stupid promise. "Sorry?" "Levi, aka the love of my life, asked Petra out yesterday.." "Oh, (Y/N)..." I could hear the pity in her voice. "How did this happen?" "Because of my dumb ass." I explained the rest of the story to Hanji, though my words were muffled since I was still giving mouth to mouth resuscitation to the rug. But I know she heard every single word I said. "You know I would never say this to you, but you're a fucking idiot." "Yeah, I know." "You aren't an idiot, you're a weirdo. Don't forget that." "Tch. I can't even stop thinking about him and his shitty words," I mumbled, making sure that my words were inaudible to Hanji since she would ask what I was going on about. "You should've asked him out." "But that would've looked bad after I told Petra I'd help her." "Well, I don't know why you didn't ask him out before. It's already been five months since he first came, and you haven't done anything." "The first month, Eren didn't let me. And the second month is when Petra asked me to help her, so I couldn't do anything for the other three months." "Okay... Petra is a sweet girl with a kind heart, and she deserves someone to make her happy. But, you've basically been married to him since you were thirteen, or however old we were when we made him up. You can't let others take him away from you. I'm sorry, (Y/N), but you truly are an idiot." "I understand that, Hanji. Don't make me hate myself more than I already do." "So, what do you plan to do now?" "I don't know," I sighed before finally sitting up, cross-legged on the floor. "I can't really do anything about it... Hanji, what if they end up getting married?" "... It's only one date. And it may lead to many others, but we never know if they'll get that far." I huffed once again and stared at the ground. Tears still wouldn't fall. And a couple of hours later, I found the kind of comfort I needed. I didn't need words, I just needed warmth in the arms of someone that cares about me and loves me. My face was buried in the crook of Eren's neck as his arms tightened around my form as we laid down on the sofa. I rested on top of him as he tucked my head under his chin and fiddled with my hair.

No words were spoken, none were needed. And he knew that whenever I felt better, I would tell him what happened. But, for now, he would hold me and comfort me. I seriously don't know what I would do without him. He's always been there for me (if Hanji was unable to) and he always manages to get me back to my normal self. But who knows if it will work this time? We stayed in that position for maybe just less than an hour before I sat up and drifted my fingers through my hair with a heavy sigh. Eren also sat up and I could see him looking at me from my peripheral vision, so I turned to face him. "Are you going to tell me what happened?" "... Yeah...” I sighed before explaining everything to him. "... Oh," was all that came out of his mouth before he embraced me once more. "What do I do?" I whispered, and anyone would be able to hear the obvious pain in my voice. "I'm sorry, but I don't know, (Y/N). Just distract yourself. Moping around won't do anything." "I know. But I don't even feel like going anywhere. Or doing anything." "Come on. Don't just dwell on it, do something to take it off your mind. Have a shower, or sleep, or anything to help you." "Hanji's in the shower. I'm not tired. I don't know what else I could do." "(Y/N), I don't like seeing you like this," Eren muttered and gripped my shoulders to pull me away from the embrace. "It's one guy--" "Yeah, one guy that happened to be someone me and Hanji made up. And he happened to like someone else." "Well, why did you make up someone so attractive?" "Eren, this is not my fault, so shut up. How the hell was I supposed to know that he was going to be real?" He bit back a chuckle. "Sorry." "... Please tell me what's so funny?" "You're just adorable when you're angry. Well, when you aren't angry with me." I huffed and flopped back against the cushion of the sofa, hoping it could suck me in. ~/~ On the way to university, I stopped by my favourite cafe and grabbed a coffee before continuing my journey. Wondering why I'm not rushing or tired? Well, that's because my first lecture is at two o'clock so I had the right amount of sleep, and didn't have to force myself to get out of bed or rush. However, I wasn't looking forward to going since two people are going to be there, and I don't feel interacting with them. If you haven't guessed who I'm talking about, the two people are Levi and Petra. As I wandered through the building to get to the lecture hall, I spotted Petra talking to Historia and decided to walk in a different direction. When I turned around, taking a sip of my coffee, I bumped into someone which caused me to choke on the beverage. I patted my chest as I coughed before silencing and looking at the person I accidentally collided against. Of all people... "Hey, darlin'." "You sure you still want to call me that now even though you have a girlfriend?" I muttered and he lifted an eyebrow my way. "Why do you look so confused? Have you already forgotten about Petra?" "Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. You're still in a bad mood?" "Yeah, I am. And don't even think about questioning me about it. I have a lecture to go to." "Hold up." He took hold of my forearm and I tried yanking myself out of his grip but it was futile. His grip was strong, but it wasn't painful. "We still have five minutes until we have to be there." "... So? Don't you think I should be early for once?" "Fine. But let's walk together--" "Levi!" Oh, I knew exactly whose voice that belonged to. Why am I annoyed at her? She didn't do anything wrong. I need to stop blaming others for the things I caused. "Hi, Levi!" Petra beamed and she pecked his cheek as I slowly felt the raven's grip on me loosen, allowing me to free myself. "Hi, (Y/N)." "Hey," I smiled. Damn, my smile was more fake than propaganda. "I heard you went on a date with Levi. How was it?" I asked, shooting a glance to the male to see that his eyes were on me. "I'm going to borrow your girlfriend for a second." "Sure," he replied as Petra walked beside me, going through random corridors as we spoke. "So, where did you go?" "Well, we went to the cinema first, and then, a small restaurant." "Did he initiate anything?" I smirked, trying to be a teenager that loves gossip. "Um... He gave me a small kiss on the lips when he dropped me home. It was very brief though, almost like a peck." "That's great! That obviously means he had a great time. Did you have fun?" "Yes. Thank you so much, (Y/N). I owe you so much." "Oh, no, it's fine. It's just a favour for an awesome friend." She smiled at me as we made our way back to Levi, finding him standing in the exact same spot. He noticed the smile on my lips but didn't say anything when Petra told him that she has to head to her next lecture. She waved at both of us as I started walking. "(Y/N)?" "What?" I said with exasperation. "Where's that smile gone?" "Levi," I started and turned around to face him. "You don't understand how much I'm trying to stay calm right now. But if you ask me one more question, you'll regret it. All you need to know is that I'm going through something and I don't want to talk about it at all." He simply sighed and nodded as we proceeded to go to our lecture in silence. When I walked in after Levi, I felt someone tousle my hair so I turned around to see Jean, who winked at me. Oh, yeah, I also didn't speak to Jean about getting over me and whatever-whatever. I'm only human, okay? I can't deal with so many things when I have so much on my mind. "Hey, babe." "I already told you not to call me that millions of times." "What's wrong with you?" 3... 2... 1... and... "I've had enough of this... Everyone can just take their fucking noses out of my fucking business! It has nothing to do with you and I have no intention of sharing it with you! Just leave me alone, you fucking assholes!" There it is. The eruption. I barged past Jean and stormed down the corridor as I heard Levi and Jean call me. For fuck's sake. What part of my outburst did they not understand? I do not wish to talk about it and I don't want them commenting on my mood. Just let me be. I slammed the door of the bathroom open, frightening someone I paid no attention to as I leaned against the wall of the bathroom and gazed at the floor. I didn't care about hygiene right now, I just needed some space. "(Y/N)?" I guess I won't be having that, I thought before I looked up to find Hanji there. Gosh, I was so grateful to see her, so I threw myself at her. "What happened? Don't you have a lecture right now?" "Yeah, I do. But people are just pissing me off," I spoke into her chest and I felt her hand pat my back. I parted from the hug and she looked at me questioningly. So, obviously I told her what happened earlier. It wasn't anything big, but I just needed to vent. "(Y/N), you've looked so hurt the past couple of days, or even the past couple of months, and I hate to see you like this. You either cut off ties with both of them or try and keep your feelings away." "I can't do either of those." "Then, you won't be able to fix yourself. Get over the fact that Levi has a potential girlfriend, who is not you. We never know what's in the future so suck it up and be a man,” she said. I fought back a smile that tried to etch onto my lips before giving up and letting it spread across my face. Hanji grinned because she saw I was in a better mood. "Now, get back to your lecture. Who's your professor for this lecture?" "Mike." "Oh, he won't care if you walk in late. Go." I was about to leave, but I looked back and gave Hanji another smile. "Thank you, Hanji." "No problem!" I entered the lecture hall, avoiding the stares from Jean and Levi as I went to sit next to Historia, who grinned up at me. I gave a smile in return and paid attention to the lecture straight away, not wanting any distractions. I kept any negative thoughts out of my mind and focused on my education. Both males that I shouted at didn't try to speak to me for the rest of the day and I was glad about that because when I shouted at them earlier, that was just me getting a little angry. So, if they attempted to talk to me, I would literally explode and say things that shouldn't be repeated. Now, I was at home with Hanji, talking about crap I was barely paying attention to. "(Y/N)...? (Y/N)?" the brunette called. "(Y/N)!" "Hm...? Oh, sorry." "What's up?" "... I kind of feel bad for shouting at Jean and Levi when they were simply caring for me. But, I'm also still pissed at them for nagging me. And I'm not over the fact that Levi and Petra are dating. Also, I haven't spoken to Jean about the whole moving on thing--" "Stop. You need to forget about everything, it's affecting your mood and your thoughts, and you barely concentrate on anything. If you keep this going, you're only going to get worse." "Hanji... I'm trying. No matter what I'm doing, these thoughts always consume me." "Well, talk to Jean. At least you'll have one less thing to fret about." "Uh, I think I'll wait for him to talk to me because I can't just bring it up out of nowhere after shouting at him." "Okay. Also, just apologise to both of them. Then, all that's going to be on your mind is Levi and Petra," she smiled before her expression contorted into something that seemed as if she was deep in her thoughts. "However, that's the biggest of your problems," she muttered and tapped her chin with an index finger as she stared at the ceiling. "I'll do the other two things, and try and do something about the Levi and Petra thing... Of course, I'm not going to break them up or anything," I quickly added when her eyes slightly widened. "I guess I'm just going to be happy for them, and then be even happier if they ever break up. I sound like such a bitch, but I can't help it." "Be whatever you want, just don't be an idiot and get yourself into another mess like this again." "No promises~" I sang with a smirk. So far, ever since Levi appeared, my life has been nothing but a mess. I don't know if that will ever change, but hey, I can only hope for the best.

[me-and-your-husband]

Need Someone Part 5

Summary: Reader gets into some trouble, and doesn’t know who else to call besides her best friend’s dad, District Attorney Andy Barber.

Warnings: age gap, mentions of kidnapping and attempted sexual assault, reader gets a rape kit

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Note: Lets say reader is 18 and in senior year.

Adjusting the collar of my black pantsuit in the full-length mirror of my bedroom, I exhaled a long, suffocating breath. My expression in the mirror was earnest, to say the least. Dark circles had resided under my eyes the past few days, and my silent lips curved downwards in a permanent frown, casting a sullen scene across my features. The days had slowly droned on, in which I mostly spent parked in front of the TV or sleeping. Even then I never really watched the content portrayed on the screen. I couldn’t remember the last time I had eaten or drank anything, besides the constant mug of coffee that always rested on the closest surface in arms reach. The ability to think was becoming a curse, and I was forbode to think freely of anything but the events that transpired nearly two weeks ago now. It never left my mind, the blood-spatters and unsteady breathing towards the end.

Andy had left my house six days ago now, and I hadn’t had the will to look at the Caller ID lately, so who knows how many times he’s called since. He told me to take care of myself, to make sure I eat, sleep, shower, daily tasks that stable people would be able to complete. I don’t listen.

Before I could comprehend fully what I was doing, I was stepping over the threshold, almost tripping over the dozens of flowers, cards and even chocolates from people. The news had broken to the press, as it does, and it was too much to even turn on the news. I remember a few days ago, waking up with the news caster outside my house.

I huffed out a breath, making it form a cloud in front of my face and dissipate immediately due to the fall chill that had spread over Newton in the last week. I wouldn’t know; the last time I had been outside was the night that Andy brought me home.

I turned around and shoved my keys in the door, twisting them to lock it, and began the short walk to my neglected car. I wondered if it still had gas, I couldn’t remember. Unimportant, they wouldn’t start without me anyways.

In the car, the music hummed in the background. My eyes were fixed on the road, my lip caught under my teeth almost the whole way. Glancing up occasionally in the rear-view mirror, I looked less and less zombie-like. Maybe it was the sunlight and the fresh air. It could have also been the eggs I made for myself this morning; my stomach was grateful, yet my brain barely let me eat a third of the plate. Or, maybe it was just the makeup I had piled on this morning, in hopes to look less sullen and maybe appear more benevolent.

Pulling up to the courthouse, I could see a familiar figure, Andy, pacing back and forth in front of the steps, talking to someone on his phone in a calm tone, but pinching the bridge of his nose between furrowed brows, his lips curved downwards in an engraved frown. Once he spotted me, he mumbled something rapidly into the phone and hung up, shoving it back into the pocket of his slacks. His pace quickened as he neared my car, eyes locked onto mine. I averted my gaze to the steering wheel, where my hands gripped it aggressively.

     I could hear the muffled sound of him calling my name through the window as he stalked towards my car. I lifted my head as reflex when he knocked three times on the window. I pressed the button to roll the window down, and the chilly November air infiltrated my car.

“Y/N,” he breathed out, almost in awe.

“Yep, it’s me. Let’s get this thing over with- “

“Hey, are you okay? Are you sure you’re ready for this?” He questioned with soft eyes. I sighed and tilted my head to look up at him.

“No, I’m not. But we can’t reschedule this thing, so you and I better get in there,” I said with pseudo-humor, getting ready to put on the charade of a stable woman. Stepping out of the car and kicking my door shut, I slid my sunglasses onto my face, attempting to walk towards the huge crowd that has since accumulated outside of the courthouse.

Andy grabbed my hand from behind me and spun me around to face him. “Where’re your parents?”

I slid my sunglasses down the bridge of my nose. “They weren’t scheduled to come back until the end of the month. They can’t get a flight back…” I said, my eyes drifting down to our feet. I pushed my sunglasses back in place. I turned on my heel to get into the courthouse, Andy tailing me.

Pushing myself through the crowd, I was blinded by the flashes of light and I couldn’t hear Andy shouting my name over the chorus of people screaming questions at me. I was swarmed by reporters, my sunglasses successfully covering my eyes. Entering the courthouse, the doors shut behind me and Andy. Brushing off my blazer, I drew in a deep breath, scanning the room. It was a generally modern setting.

    Andy steered me down the hallway, and we soon entered the actual courtroom. There were minimal people, only the ones that legally needed to be there, and the defendant’s family members. It would have hurt that mine weren’t here, but I had adapted to blocking everything out at this point.

Andy spoke just below a whisper, telling me what to do and where to go. Finally, we took our seats at the prosecution’s table. Andy scribbled nonchalantly in his fancy notebook while we waited for the defense lawyer to show up.

Andy finished filling out his paperwork or whatever he was doing and set down the pen. He let out a long sigh, “The defense attorneys on cases like this, assigned to posthumous trials, they tend to be…” he struggled to find a fitting word, “lazy. They are often lazy. They’re getting paid to do the same amount of work, but the client is dead; it does not matter to them if they win or lose the case, therefore there’s no reputation to keep. Unless the specific defendant was wealthy, and the attorney is being payed a generous sum by the client.”

I huffed out a breath through my nose, careful not to come across agitated. “So that’s a good thing, right? I mean, he’ll be lazy. It’ll make it easier for us to win over the jury…” he gave me a look, one that bore into my flesh, one that meant “really?” but at the same time, I had to squeeze my things together. Averting my gaze to my hands, I frantically mumbled, “Not that it wouldn’t be easier if they weren’t lazy, I know you’re an amazing lawyer and I’m so thankful you’re doing this for me because God, I don’t think I could have anyone else do it, I just…I don’t know it feels like-“ I was interrupted by the court clerk announcing the arrival of the judge, Judge Rivera. The smack of the gavel on the oak podium sounded in the courtroom, and the trial had officially begun.

  A/N: Thanks for being so patient with me guys. This is just a filler chapter, but the next one will have some angst, fluff and POSSIBLY some smut ;)

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[crazy4dragons]

Everything Will Be Okay

Astrid comforts Hiccup after he finds out his injuries from a car accident are more serious than he thought. Pure fluff! Like Heaven AU. Hiccstrid are about 16 here.

Hearing her phone ring, Astrid turned her attention away from her homework and looked at the caller ID.

Hiccup 😜

“Hey, Hiccup,”  she greeted as she accepted the call.

“Are you busy?” came Hiccup’s voice through the speaker.

“I’m just doing homework. Why, what’s up?”

Hiccup sighed. “I had physical therapy today. You know, for my leg. And my therapist told me that I’m not making the progress he thought I would.”

“Listen, you shattered your bone pretty badly. And with the fracture in your ankle, too, it might take longer than expected for everything to heal all the way.”

“That’s the thing, Astrid. It’s not going to heal all the way.” Hiccup’s voice cracked. “The doctors are recommending I get a second surgery. And if that doesn’t work, I might have to use a wheelchair off and on for the rest of my life. Or maybe just a cane if I’m lucky, but I don’t want to be walking around like an old man with a walking stick. Do you know how much I’ll get teased at school? If I can ever go back to school?”

“But there’s also a chance the second surgery could work, right?”

“I guess, but even if it does, my limp will never go away permanently.” He sniffled.

Astrid frowned. “Hiccup? Are you crying?”

He didn’t reply.

“Are you still there? Hiccup?”

“Can you…can you come over? I need you,” Hiccup said, still sniffling. “And if it’s okay with your mom, do you think you could just stay the night?”

“I’ll ask, but she might say no because it’s a school night. Are your parents there?”

“Yeah, both of them are here. I’ll be honest with you, Astrid, I cried the whole way home from physical therapy, and cried more when we got home. My mom sat with me for a while, but she thought that maybe it would help take my mind off of everything if you came over.”

Astrid shut her laptop and, putting her phone on speaker and resting it on her desk, began to pack up her school supplies. “Yeah, I can come for at least a couple hours. I’ll check with my mom about sleeping over, too. Is there anything you want me to bring?”

“No. But if you’re down to cuddle, that would be great.”

“Of course I am.”

“Great. Well, I’ll let you go, then. Do you need my dad to come pick you up?”

“No, I can walk.”

“But Astrid, it’s freezing out. And dark.”

“I’ll be okay.”

“I’ll ask my dad come get you. I’ll tell him to be there in fifteen.”

“Okay, if you insist. I’ll talk to my mom about the sleepover and text you to let you know what she says.”

“Sounds good. See you in a bit, then.”

“See you. Bye.”

“Bye.”

…

Twenty minutes later, Astrid walked into Hiccup’s house, her overnight bag over her shoulder and a pillow under her arm.

“Hello, dear,” greeted Valka. “I’m so glad you could come. Hiccup could really use a friend.”

“Is he in his room?”

“Yes, love, he’s in his room. Did you have dinner yet? Stoick made pan-seared salmon and noodles. We have leftovers if you’re hungry.”

“No, I didn’t have dinner yet. Do you mind if I bring a plate to Hiccup’s room?”

Valka looked at the things in Astrid’s arms. “Why don’t you go on up and get settled in, and I’ll bring it up to you?”

“Thank you,” smiled the blonde. She ascended the stars and knocked on Hiccup’s door. “Hey, it’s me.”

“Come in.”

Astrid twisted the doorknob and, after putting her bag and pillow down, shuffled over to where Hiccup was sitting with red eyes and a box of tissues and wrapped him in a hug. “You know, no matter what happens, you’ll still have me.”

Unable to hold back his tears, Hiccup broke out into a sob. “I just want to be normal,” he cried, burying his face into Astrid’s shoulder.

“Shhh, it’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay,” repeated Astrid, running her fingers through his hair and hugging him closer. By the time Valka came upstairs with her dinner, he had stopped crying and settled back against the pillows, clutching Astrid’s hand for comfort.

“Here you go, Astrid,” Valka said, handing the blonde a warm plate of food. “And what about you, dear? How are you feeling?” She bent down and kissed Hiccup’s forehead. “Do you want any dessert? Or a soda?”

Hiccup shook his head. “No thanks, Mom.”

“Alright, well if you change your mind, just call me. I’ll be back to say goodnight in a little while. Just try not to worry too much, okay? I love you.”

“Love you, Mom.” Hiccup briefly hugged his mother before turning back to Astrid. “I’m just tired of the hospital. And surgery. And being stuck in bed. And I know the kids at school are gonna tease me if I show up with a cane. Or even a wheelchair.”

“They’re jerks if they tease you,” said Astrid, scooping noodles into her mouth. “But as for me, I’d much rather have you alive and needing a little help to walk than have you in your grave. Do you know how worried I was when I heard you were in an accident? And how scared I was when you were in your coma?”

“The coma was only two days,” Hiccup pointed out. “And seeing that I don’t remember it, it’s the least of my worries.”

“But from my perspective, all I could think about was, what if I lose my best friend?”

“And what kind of a friend will I be if I can’t do anything with you besides sit and talk?”  

“I like talking to you,” shrugged Astrid.  “And besides, you’ll be able to move around more soon. Even if it’s with some help. You’ll adapt.” She took a bite of fish. “You want any of this?”

He shook his head. “I already had some.”

“How about you put on Netflix or something so we can find a show to watch? As soon as I’m done eating, I’ll cuddle with you, too. I put on cozy clothes before I came here just for that reason.”

“What time are you getting up for school tomorrow?” Hiccup asked as he grabbed the remote.

“Six. I’ll try to leave without waking you, but I do have to give a warning that I have to set an alarm for myself.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not like I I can’t go back to sleep. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Are you still getting your assignments e-mailed to you?”

“Yeah. Right now I’m working on the project for my history elective, so at least I have something keeping me busy.”

“And you’re still making drawings to go with it?” Astrid asked between bites.

Hiccup nodded. “Yeah, wanna see?” He reached over and grabbed his sketchbook from the bedside table. “Here’s Thor and his hammer. And here’s some dragons. And here’s Freja and her cats.”

“They’re awesome.”

“I still have to color them in. I also have to draw Loki and Odin. And I want to do a scene of Vikings sitting in the Great Hall listening to stories. Then I have to get all these drawings on a poster and write a few paragraphs of background research for each of them. What about you? Any big projects you have to finish?”

“I have my AP bio exam coming up soon. That’s kicking my ass right now.” Astrid finished up her food and laid her plate aside. “But it’s okay.”

“And how’s it going with your boyfriend?”

“You mean David? He’s not my official boyfriend yet,” laughed Astrid. “But he is taking me out again on Friday night.”

“Is he treating you good?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t have agreed to a second date if he wasn’t.” She snuggled against Hiccup’s side. “By the way, what are we gonna watch?”

“Will you hate me if I put on Vikings? I know how much you love historical dramas.”

Astrid laughed. “Put on whatever you want. I’ll just snooze. But wake me up when this episode is over because I need a shower before bed.” She draped an arm across his middle.

Grinning, Hiccup pressed the play button before tossing the remote aside and hugging the blonde. “Your boyfriend won’t mind us cuddling, will he?” He winked.

Astrid playfully punched his bicep. “He’s not my boyfriend!” she insisted.

“That’s what you say,” teased Hiccup.

“And even if he was, he wouldn’t be any longer if he had a problem with our friendship.”

“Aww, you’d break up with your crush for me?”

“Of course. Friends come first.” She tugged the duvet over their bodies and kissed his tear-stained cheek. “I mean it. No matter what happens, I’m here for you.”

“Thanks,” returned Hiccup, squeezing her tighter and rubbing his nose against the side of her face. “And thanks for coming here tonight. This is exactly what I needed.”

“You’re allowed to kiss me, you know,” laughed Astrid as she felt him nuzzle her cheek. “You don’t have to do whatever this is.” She reached up and flicked the tip of his nose.

Smiling, Hiccup pressed kisses into Astrid’s hair and against her cheek. “There, is that enough for you?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged playfully. “Maybe one more.”

Hiccup gave her cheek one last kiss before burying his face against her shoulder.

A warm feeling surged through Astrid’s veins as she let out a contented sigh and closed her eyes. “Alright. I’m gonna nap now. Remember, wake me up after this episode is over.”

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t,” teased Hiccup.

“Unless you want me to walk around school smelling like a yak tomorrow, you’ll wake me.” She snuggled into his chest. “And Hiccup?”

“Yeah?”

“Everything will be okay.”

[thebeautifullydamnedone]

Better Than Me

       I roll over to the sound of my phone buzzing loudly on the nightstand behind me. I blink against the harsh white light of my phone screen. I rub my eyes and sit up quietly, trying not to wake up the sleeping child beside me. I yank the phone off the charger and answer without checking the caller ID, just assuming it to be work if it’s this late. “Hello?” I let out in a raspy, sleepy voice.

           “Hayley….” My heart skips a beat when I hear his voice. I immediately start to slide out of bed as quietly as I can.

           “Spencer, what’s going on? Are you okay?” I blink against the moonlight coming in through the white curtains. I’m whispering and I’m sure he can tell there’s a reason. I grab my robe and start to loop my arms through it as I quietly slip my house shoes on and tiptoe to the bedroom door that leads into the hallway.

           “Yeah, sorry, is it late? Oh God, it’s three. I’m sorry. I just…...I can’t sleep.” I let out a small sigh that I hope he doesn’t hear. It had been a while since I’d gotten a late-night call from him. Months, but I knew with Ava’s birthday coming up it might trigger him.

           On the way down the hall, I peeked into Mackenzie’s room to see her sleeping comfortably, her unicorn night light in the corner brightly lit. I tiptoed further down the hallways to the living room pulling my robe tightly around me. “It’s fine. Are you okay?”

           I could hear his husky voice threatening to spill the tears over. “Y-Yeah, yeah I’m okay. I’m just…. I guess I just missed you if I’m being honest.” I closed my eyes tightly as I sat on the edge of the chair. I hated this. I hated this separation, even if it was needed. We’d been down this road before. I hated the separation more than anything, and it had hurt both of us. But after all the late-night arguments and the girls slowly realizing something was wrong, we had to do something.

           “I know.” I said through half-gritted teeth. “But we’re doing this for a reason right? I mean, Kenzie is six, and Ava is only turning three and they could see how unhappy we were. Spencer, we can’t just keep ignoring our problems. The constant fighting, I just…I couldn’t do it anymore, you know?”

           I heard him take a heavy breath against the receiver and knew he was probably just as close to tears as I was. “I know. I know. It’s just, I miss my family.” I blinked away the tears that overflowed from my eyes and nodded even though he couldn’t see me doing it. I’d told myself I wouldn’t miss him this much, but it was like the first few months of dating. Every second away seemed like an eternity. And he’d only been gone two weeks. But the girls asking where dad was every day was slowly wearing me down.

           We’d been telling them that daddy was on a work assignment, but I knew that Mackenzie at least saw right through it. “We just need to figure things out, Spence. I can’t keep doing this back and forth. We either figure our shit out and raise our girls together, or we separate for good, and we co-parent the best we can….”

           “I don’t want to just co-parent. I want my girls. I want you. I want our family back!” I heard a slam of his fist against something as he said the last part and I could tell he’d been drinking a little. I took a deep breath to keep my cool, I didn’t want this to be another one of our fights.

           “Spence, I know you’re upset right now. Do you want to meet for coffee in the morning? My mom is coming over to see the girls while I run some errands.” I heard rustling down the hallway and could tell one of the girls was awake. I tapped my toe against the floor as I glanced down the hallway and heard a quiet “mama?”

           “Um, yeah. Want to meet at our spot around 9?” I heard the feet in the hallway now, the slow shuffle of a small child coming my way.

           “Yeah, I’ll see you then, okay? Spence, get some rest?” I heard him make a positive sound as I quickly hung up and resisted the intense urge to say “I love you” before I hung up. Something Spencer and I had been doing for over nine years now.

           I glanced up just in time to see Mackenzie round the corner to the living room, rubbing her eyes against sleep. “Mama? What are you doing?” I smiled at her and walked over to her, ruffling her hair under my nails.

           “Sorry baby, Aunt Penelope just needed my help with a work question. Let’s get you back to bed, Grandma will be here bright and early to play with you girls.” I put my hand around her shoulder and led her back to bed after ensuring her little sister was still fast asleep.

           After barely sleeping the rest of the night I finally got up around 7:30 and made myself a cup of coffee and waited for the girls to wake up. When they did, I made the waffles with strawberries and patiently waited for my mother to make her appearance. Within ten minutes of being dressed I heard the doorbell and the girls running to answer it. The usual excited squeals to see their grandma died down as I walked into the living room with my cup of coffee and smiled at my mom.

           She shooed the girls to clean up their breakfast and looked me up and down. “Since when do you wear make-up to run errands…...” She gave me a sly smile as I sighed and sat on the edge of the couch.

           “Since Spence and I are having coffee this morning to talk some things over. He called last night, late, and was a mess. I’m worried about him with this split.” My mother came over and smoothed a wrinkle on my shoulder and tucked my hair behind my ear.

           “Honey, he’s not the only one who’s a mess about this split. You just have two little girls to worry about full-time. If you think it’s time to work things out, then do it, sugar. Because you two deserve all the happiness. And you guys are good for each other, trust me, I’ve only been a marriage counselor for the past fifty-some years.” She smiled slightly at me again and I rolled my eyes.

           Mother would never let it drop that when Spencer and I started having issues we didn’t come see her. I felt it was a major conflict of interest, and she loved Spence so much I had a sneaking suspicion that she’d choose his side in most arguments. “I know, Mom, it’s just hard, okay? There are young children involved and I don’t want them growing up the way I did. Watching you and dad fight all the time was brutal.”

           Her face fell a little, because I knew talking about her and dad was a hot topic. Yet, it truly was the reason that I wanted my girls to either witness a happy marriage between their parents or grow up in two households where the main focus was them. I stood up and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Make sure Mackenzie does some of her reading while I’m gone. And no matter how many times Ava asks she is not allowed to have sweets before lunch, got it, pushover?”

           She gave me a sly grin and nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Get going, fun-killer.” I smiled at her before grabbing my purse off the rack and heading for the car. The entire drive there was nerve wracking and when I pulled up and he wasn’t there I began to worry he wouldn’t show.

           I grabbed my purse and headed inside, only to find it was dead in our usual coffee shop. Our usual booth by the window in the corner was open so I ordered my drink and went to sit down with it to wait. Spencer pulled up a few minutes after nine and rushed inside apologetically. “I’m so sorry! Garcia called with a case last minute but I’m meeting everyone else later, I’ll drive there instead of flying. It’s only a few hours away.”

           He pulled the chair opposite me back and sat down quickly. “You could have rescheduled, Spence. I would have understood.” He was shaking his head before I had even finished my sentence.

           “No. Part of the reason we’re split in the first place is because I’m always at work. I’m not about to put work before this.” I nodded quietly and took a long sip of my coffee as we settled into the awkward silence that we were often so used to. I clicked my teeth together as I waited for him to say something. Unsure of what we were really doing here.

           He was tapping his fingers against the table and then he blurted it out. “Do you remember when I got shot? A-And you came to the hospital after that big fight we had?” I blinked because I wasn’t sure where he was going with this. I bit on the inside of my cheek and nodded slowly.

           He reached across the table swiftly and took both of my hands within his. He squeezed tightly, as if his life depended on the next few things to come out of his mouth. “You came into my room, and you took my hands and you said you couldn’t imagine your life without me. And you told me that I could never leave. That you’d never leave, and you didn’t want me to leave either.”

           The tears began to well up in my eyes as I remembered all too well the day he was speaking of. I was terrified he was going to die. He’d been shot by an unsub, and it had been very touch and go for hours. It was days after finding out I was pregnant with Mackenzie, and I couldn’t imagine how I was going to make it through everything without him. And then he’d woken up and asked me to marry him.

           I nodded and pulled one of my hands away to wipe a tear that had escaped down my cheek. “Yeah, Spence, I do remember saying that stuff. A-And I meant it. I meant every word.” He nodded quickly and grabbed my hand back after wiping a stray tear away himself.

           “I can do better. I can. We can both do better. I’ll go to counseling if that’s what you want me to do. I’ll take a leave of absence from work and spend more time with you and the girls. These past few weeks have been brutal, and I can’t do it anymore. You and those girls are my entire world. And I can’t imagine my life without all of you in it. I don’t want to separate. I don’t want to split up and only get to see you when we exchange the girls. I just can’t live life like that. Just give me one more chance. Just one. And I’ll prove to you there’s absolutely nothing more in this entire world I want than you and those girls. If I ruin it, I’ll leave. And I’ll let you move on with your life.”

           I stared at him for a few minutes. Unsure of what to say. Because my mind wanted me to take time to think about this. But my heart? My heart already knew exactly what to say. But my heart was the one who was constantly getting me into trouble. Because I always listened to it and rushed into things and then got myself hurt. “Spencer, if you come home, it’s got to be better. Okay? I’m serious. No more fighting. I won’t have the girls grow up around this anymore. I grew up around constant fighting and I can’t have them grow up the way I did.” He was nodding before I’d even finished my sentence.

           “I swear. I absolutely swear on everything I have to offer you that things will be different. These past weeks have shown me what’s at stake and I won’t risk our family for anything. Not anymore. I mean it.” He was squeezing my hands so hard I was losing circulation, but I didn’t mind at all, because I was squeezing just as hard.

           He stood up, pulling me up with him, and hugged me so tight I thought I’d lost consciousness from lack of oxygen. “We’re going to be okay; I promise. I’ll make this better.” Something about the way he said it, my head was finally understanding that he meant it. It wasn’t just my heart that believed him anymore, they both did. I squeezed him back and inhaled his scent that I’d missed so much in the past few weeks. “I know you deserve better than me, but I’ll be better for you. I swear on my entire life.”

           I shook my head because he was exactly what I deserved. But I knew he meant it. Somehow, I felt it. This was a new beginning for us. Our entire relationship had almost crumbled into destruction because we’d lost sight of what truly mattered and forgotten how much we loved each other. We wouldn’t let that happen again.

           We were still a mess, nothing about that had changed. But this mess was ours. And we were going to keep it forever and always.

[wolferals]

🌙TROUBLE🌙

arón piper imagine

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friday july 12th 2019

„Have you ever considered becoming a vegan officer?" you asked the tall handsome cop who sitting in front of you.

He looked at you in disbelief before speaking up:"Y/n, its one thing being a proud vegan but its another thing to carry out violet actions against Mr. Rodriguez. You overreacted and you have to deal with the consequences."

You scoffed and leaned back against your chair.

„And how long is that going to take here?"

He slowly lifted himself up from the wooden chair and turned to you once again, saying:"Apologize to him and maybe he wont sue you."

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

He was the one who had provoked you by pushing you out of the way, making you fall. You had just asked him what that had been for and he had responded:"Get out of the way little girl. Maybe go to school instead of protesting against something you cant stop. Maybe eating some meat wouldnt harm you."

And yes maybe you had overreacted by kicking him in his left leg. But how were you supposed to know he had just had surgery?

When you had heard about the protest against animal cruelty in the middle of Madrid you had immediately called your best friend to tell her to make some signs.

And that said friend was now hiding somewhere, just as the cops had arrived she left you alone and ran.

In that very moment you could've screamed but you were too busy trying to hide. But they caught you eventually, thats why you were here.

„Alright Ms. Y/l/n, we only need your personal details and then you can go. You will receive a letter from us in the next week."

You looked up and listened to the police man talking to you. Then you grabbed your bag that's been sitting on the floor throughout this time and walked outside.

„Alright, sit down." An older woman ordered you.

You unwillingly sat down on another chair in the main area of the police station.

There were two other people you noticed. A young girl, maybe around the age of 11 who had probably lost her parents in the city. And a rather damaged boy your age, perhaps a little bit older, who had scars in his face.

Your gaze fell to his hand that had bleeding knuckles.

He noticed your stare and looked at you.

He didnt look very charming you figured. He looked pretty serious and was probably one of those guys that got into fights on the regular or maybe even did drugs.

„Full name." the unpleasant female cop yelled at you.

You looked at her and then took a deep breath. Your parents would kill you, but you had no choice, you were already in deep shit.

„Y/n (y/m/n) y/l/n)" you spoke and looked to the ground.

The lady mustered you and eventually wrote down the information.

„Birthday", „Place of birth" , „family status (parents names and birthdays)"  and other personal information followed. You unwillingly answered each time.

Great, now you were officially fucked.

„Wait here." She said after she slammed the „questionnaire" on the front desk where a young woman took it and started typing something on her computer.

So you just sat there for what felt like an eternity until another police officer entered the room and grabbed a chair to sit in front of the guy with the bruises.

„Alright. So, beating up teenagers is now cool or why did you do it?" he asked him while leaning back.

The guy just laughed and then replied:"First of all, they are not teenagers, they are over 18. And second, this fucker wanted to rob me. I just defended myself."

You listened interested until they both looked at you, making you look away rapidly.

„So you're saying that this boy who is about 5'6 wanted to rob a man who already has a criminal record?"

The guy nodded and added:"I know how this sounds but look what he did to me! The guy can do karate. I just hit back to run away."

The officer took a long breath in before answering:"Well too bad you got caught and are already very well known here Arón."

The guy suddenly looked very mad again and leaned towards the old police man.

„I didnt fucking start this!"

The man got up, put the chair back to its original position and said:"I'll get the report ready Mr Piper."

The guy cursed and then leaned back against the wall.

You were looking at his face. The bruises you had noticed before looked very fresh, there was still some liquid blood in them. But in general he was quite handsome. He had a sharp jaw, a very chiseled face structure and a shaved head. He looked like a criminal, judging from how the criminals on tv look like.

„Qué??" he then asked, making you snap out of your thoughts.

„Uh nothing." you replied and coughed.

You turned your face away from him.

„First time in trouble huh?" he asked and you could hear the grin in his tone.

You looked back at him, looked him up and down and replied sassy:"Duh."

He chuckled at you.

Then he spoke:"Welcome to the real world."

You had to laugh at his word choice. Next he sat up right.

„Did you beat him up?" you then asked out of curiosity.

„Arón" stared right into your eyes and eventually stated:"Did you kick the man out of nowhere?"

You responded with a small laugh. „Yeah." he just claimed and looked around.

„I'm fucked." you mumbled after a couple of seconds.

You could feel him looking at you. „Nah the first time isnt as bad. Plus, you just kicked someone, you didnt kill anyone."

Your head shot around. „Ah someone knows his way around huh?"

Arón chuckled again. „Nah. Not yet." he smiled.

You noticed a little gap between his front teeth. He didnt look as dangerous when he smiled.

„You know I'm good at assuming things about people. And you dont seem like a killer girl." he suddenly said.

You smiled and scanned his face secretly.

„What do I seem like then?"

He grinned and the next thing he did was stare you up and down for a bit. Until he finally spoke:"Rich girl, who lives with her parents. She likes to say what she thinks and sometimes gets into fights because of that. But she's never been arrested before so mommy and daddy are going to ground you for that."

You scoffed at him.

But he wasn't completely wrong.

„Well. Okay." was all you could say. He was pretty right about his statement.

After sitting in the hall for a little, the old officer finally came back and handed you your ID.

„You can go."

You got up and grabbed your bag with your left hand.

„Hey princess, tell mommy and daddy I'm sorry for their criminal daughter." you heard Aróns voice as you wanted to leave the police station.

„Ha ha very funny." you replied and faked a smile that turned into a frown.

„Hey girly, can I crash at your mansion some time?" he yelled after you.

„Sure. But I wont tell you where I live." you grinned and looked at his expression.

He looked chill despite the fact that he was in trouble like you had been.

„Dont worry, I'll find you."

You nodded unbelieving and then finally kept walking.

Now you had to explain to your parents why you were late, and why you were expecting a letter from the police. Fuck.

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You somehow managed to tell your parents exactly how it happened without being yelled at. They believed that it wasn't completely only your fault yet they werent happy about the fact that you ended up at the police. But on the other hand you had never had any problems with the law before and you were usually a good girl, so they werent worried as much as expected. You hadnt told them about the lawsuit yet though. That was a future problem.

As it was now the next day you were just at home, finishing some assignments for your second year of college that would start next week.

You had taken a shower after dinner and then went to your room to watch a show before heading to bed.

To be honest, you had almost forgotten about the whole lawsuit thing when you went to bed that night. It got late, you got stuck with the newest season of your favorite show and actually fell asleep at around 1:30.

A loud noise woke you from your sleep and you sat up right, looking around all confused.

Your room was completely dark besides the streetlights from outside your window.

You heard the knock again and a shockwave went right through your body. Where did it come from? The house was all silent since your parents' bedroom was downstairs and your sister was sleeping at her boyfriends' almost every night.

Slowly you made your way threw the hallway checking where the noise came from. Your first thought was that it was probably the neighbors cat in the backyard or something but then you realized the bangs came from the bathroom.

You grabbed the first thing near you which was a vase that had been standing on a little table in the hallway.

Eventually you walked to the bathroom and turned on the light.

You got scared immediately as you saw a face in front of the window.

After looking at the person you realized it was the guy from the police station. You closed the bathroom door and unlocked the window.

„What the fuck are you doing here?" you whisper yelled.

The guy climbed into the room. He was wearing a black hoodie with some dark grey sweatpants and a black beanie. „You said i could sleep here if I found you. And i did."

You were actually creeped out. So you just stared at him until your confidence came back. „How did you fucking find my house?" you asked and pushed him back a little bit. He grinned and leaned against the sink. „I stole the paper with your information."

Your eyes widened. „You what??" you asked him in disbelief. „You're welcome. Now they got nothing against you. For the police you dont exist."

You didnt know if you should thank him for it or hit him in the face for doing such a stupid thing. What if the police thought you stole it? „So where can i sleep then?" he asked you and took a look around. His bruises were still visible but now looked a lot more clean and healed.

„Uh." you stuttered and thought about his question.

„My parents are right downstairs. You cant just sneak in here and expect me to offer you my bed. I dont know you, you could be a psycho!" He laughed at you and stepped closer to you. You were intimidated because you couldnt step back any farther. Your back was already touching the wall next to the bathtub.

„I wont hurt you, I just need a place to sleep." You looked right into his eyes that were only inches away from yours.

He was so close he could probably hear your heart pound. It was about to jump out of your chest. You then offered him to sleep on the small couch in your room, if he promised to disappear before your parents found out.

So you passed him a blanket and two pillows and finally turned off the light the second time this night.

„Goodnight." you automatically whispered. You heard a little chuckle from the other side of the room before he whispered back a quiet:"Gracias."

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When you woke up a couple of hours later your room was lightened by the sun. You rubbed your eyes and sat up. You almost had a little heart attack when you saw someone laying on your couch. But then you remember what happened only 4 hours before. The guy who's name you werent sure about -was it Arón?- was sleeping peacefully, his closed eyes facing you. You noticed he had taken off his shirt. You didnt see his stomach but you could see his naked, muscular arms over the blanket. And you saw some tattoos on them. And a small tattoo on his chest.

He looked quite cute when he was sleeping.

You then checked your phone and thought about what you'd do today until you heard footsteps coming upstairs.

Your mom! She always says goodbye before work. Its like a mother-daughter tradition because once when you were a kid and she didnt say bye you had a panic attack because you thought something happened to her. You jumped up from the bed towards the couch.

„Wake up! Wake up! You gotta hide, my mom's coming!" you shook him to wake him up. He replied with a raspy groan and eventually opened his eyes.

„Huh?" he asked confused looking at you. -„Hide! My mom!" You whispered and waited for him to get in the closet.

But since he took so long realizing what was going on, it happened what had to happen.

Your mom was standing in your room, staring at both of you. You in your oversized shirt and no pants and this strange boy shirtless. You were fucked.

„Uhh y/n?" she asked and looked at you in confusion.

You were all staring each other down until Arón spoke up:"Mrs. Y/l/n, im so sorry. My name is Arón, I'm your daughters boyfriend." He shook her hand smiling. Your mother on the other hand looked confused as hell. Just as you. Did he just call himself your boyfriend?

„Oh. I didnt know she had a boyfriend." Your mom replied and then actually chuckled. She laughed! She wasnt mad?

„I have to go to work now but nice to meet you Arón. See you later honey, i think we have to talk."

She said after none of you said anything.

„Likewise" Arón spoke before your mom left your room and closed the door.

„What the hell?" you yelled at him and lightly punched him in the chest.

„I had no choice. What do you want me to do? Say that I broke in here because we met at the police station?"

You ran your hand through your hair and then said:"Please go. I'm in enough trouble already. Please leave."

He nodded, then grabbed his sweater and put it back on.

„Can i sleep here tonight too? I dont really know where to go." he asked while picking up his things.

You rolled your eyes but nodded softly.

„Thank you!" He smiled and came up to you.

„Sure." you replied and crossed your arms.

He opened the door to your room and whispered a „see you tonight" before finally leaving your house.

You didnt really trust this guy. Something about him was off but you didnt know quite yet what it was.

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Arón's been crashing at your place for a week now and a lot of weird things happened inbetween. You only saw him at night when he climbed through your bedroom or the bathroom window. Then you usually went to bed and in the morning he left. You never knew where he went and you also didnt know why he couldnt sleep at his parents'.

Your mom and dad had both talked to him before and actually believed he was your boyfriend. Around them he acted like an angel but you knew he wasnt. I mean, he's never insulted you or been rude but he certainly wasnt an example of a good guy.

One night as you were sleeping, him laying on your couch, you were woken by someones voice talking in your room.

Arón was walking around your carpet, speaking into his phone loudly.

„Whats up?" you whispered and looked at him all sleepy.

He showed you he needed a second and kept discussion in spanish.

He was pretty loud and you were worried your parents might wake up from his voice. And he seemed mad, almost aggressive.

He then hung up and before you knew, he slammed his phone on the wall. It broke immediately, shocking you intensely.

„Jeez what the fuck!" you spoke and got up from the bed.

Arón in the meantime put on his jacked and wanted to walk out of the room but you chased him, trying not to make too much noise walking downstairs.

„Where are you going?" you asked.

„I need to see someone before this certain person wakes your parents." he boldly spoke and opened the front door.

You were only wearing shorts and a top and it was chilly outside. But you were far too concerned to grab a jacket.

You closed the door behind you and ran after him.

„Y/n go to bed." he then ordered as he kept walking.

„No i need to know whats happening."

He scoffed at you and finally stopped as you both reached a person standing around the corner.

Aron was just standing there staring at the dark dressed man.

You were right behind him, carefully taking a look.

„Arón." the guy finally spoke and came up to you both, grabbing aron by the jacket.

„What do you want?" arón asked the man, sounding as if he was about to rip his head off.

„Needed to see you little brother." the guy replied and then noticed you hiding behind Aróns back.

„Oh got yourself a girlfriend huh?" he grinned and walked around him to get closer to you.

„Hey you." he smiled and reached out to touch you but you backed off and mustered him.

„She's hot." the guy then said and turned around to arón again.

„What the fuck are you doing here Juan?" Arón finally spoke up. „Taking you home. Mom is worried about you."

Aron laughed fake before claiming:"Oh really?"

Juan stepped right in front of Aron and looked at him.

„I like your new haircut brother. You look like a prisoner."

Arón didnt reply, he clenched his fist as if he was about to hit.

„If you keep going like that, you will be soon." Juan added and smiled at him.

„Fuck off im not coming home." arón mumbled and wanted to step back but Juan grabbed his arm and answered:"You. Are coming with me. Because I say so."

Aron freed his arm and yelled:"Get out of my life."

You just watched as they were yelling at each other. The reason for Aróns stubbornness wasnt quite clear for you until he said one specific thing:"Mom and Dad dont want me back! All they want was you. You're the only son they ever wanted."

He was jealous of his big brother.

What you figured out from their conversation, Juan was a troublemaker himself but then started studying and was now about to be a lawyer. Apparently their parents had always supported him, even though he used to be in deep shit often times. Arón kept claiming that he was „nothing to their parents".

At some point the situation escalated and Juan grabbed Aron rather harshly and Aron pushed him back. Which made Juan fall to the ground, hitting his head on the concrete.

Juan looked even more furious than Aron then.

He got up again and basically jumped arón.

You felt useless, watching those brothers fight in the middle of the streets.

But suddenly you decided to do something.

You went up to them and jumped on Arons back to make him stop.

„Stop this shit before someone calls the cops!" you tried to calm them down.

But Aron was so furious he threw you right off.

You landed on your back rather harshly, moaning out in pain. It had been really fucking painful.

He didnt even notice that he had hurt you, they kept yelling at each other until you heard police sirens getting closer.

Juan seemed to notice as well and let go of Aron.

„You know what, fuck you! You're useless to this family. Come back after achieving something!" Juan yelled and just disappeared between the streetlights and the bushes.

„Fuck." Aron cursed and finally turned around to you.

„Run!" he then said as the police car turned around the corner.

You got up in pain and grabbed his reached out hand.

„Faster!" he told you and pulled you with him as he was running super fast. You almost stumbled over your own feet.

„Where?" you just asked and concentrated on running as fast as you could.

Usually you hated running but right now it felt good. Free kind of. You had never run from the cops, especially not with a known criminal who wasnt as bad as you thought.

„Fuck, run faster." he yelled but you couldnt go any faster.

Eventually he let go of you to make you jump into a bush.

The cops were right behind you but didnt seem to notice you hiding, they ran past you after Aron.

And aron on the other hand did something you hasnt expected. He stopped running.

He turned around and put his hands up in the air.

What the fuck was he doing?

The police reached him and put him in a secure grip in a fast motion. He couldve gotten away easily if he hadnt stopped!

They grabbed him by the arm and pulled him through the alley of trees towards the police car.

You looked him straight in the eyes as they walked past you. He inconspicuously smiled at you.

What was he doing?

As they sat him in the police car you slowly got out of the bush.

So you just stood there. They couldve seen you but you didnt care, you just wanted to see what was happening.

Some of your neighbors were outside looking as well.

Before the car took off you felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket.

Who would text you at 3am?

You took it and opened the message.

You started to smile and looked up to see him smiling at you from the police car.

Arón:"Can I crash again when I get out?"

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[seelaa26]

3. Love Can Kill

“It’s hard for me to say what needs to be said; consequence of loving me can be cruel. You’re gonna suffer now whatever you do. Too much love can kill, get swallowed by the wave, no matter how you feel”

There was nothing better than celebrating a good week of work than a glass of wine, sushi and a horror movie. Strange combination but it was my favorite. It was my night off at work and I had wanted to make that plan for a long time but I could not for obvious reasons. When I wasn’t working, I was taking care of the apartment or training in the gym.

I had been living in Vegas for a month and hardly knew the city and the places I knew were because of work. I didn’t have much of a social life but that hadn’t stopped me from going places alone. Sometimes I almost preferred it, even though there were other times when I preferred company.

I sat on the couch, covered myself with a blanket and hit the play. As soon as I did it, like Murphy’s Law, the phone rang. My intention was to ignore the call, ¿but who was going to call me at this time? Let me answer that; my supervisor.

-¿Grissom? –I answered the call.

-¡Laura! ¿Are you at home?

-Yeah, I am.. ¿Why?

-Look I know that it’s your night off and your contract says that you can’t work more than 40 hours a week but we really need some help here, I was wondering if you could..

-I’ll be there –I cut him off before he could finish the question- Just text me the address.

I jumped off the couch, left the sushi in the fridge and got dressed to head to the crime scene. It was the sixth night in a row I’d be working but I needed the real CSI experience; working a lot of hours and pulling double shifts.

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I parked the car next to the police tape and when I crossed it, I saw Grissom waiting for me at the entrance of the mansion. As I walked towards him, I observed the atmosphere of a high class party. Expensive dresses and expensive suits and among them, Jim Brass stood out, questioning some attendees. We nod and then I got to Grissom.

-¡Hey! ¡Thanks for coming! –he greeted- This house belongs to Portia Richmond, a legendary showgirl back in the day.

-¿Is she the victim? –I asked.

-No, it’s an unidentified woman. She was found in the pool –he explained- This is a big house so divide and conquer. Nick is doing the sketch of the house, you’ll be in the pool with Catherine and Warrick.

It wasn’t hard for me to find the pool as it was as big as the garden. Catherine was looking for evidence in the grass and Warrick was swimming in the pool. I couldn’t help but laugh at him. It was my way of saying Hello.

-¡Marco! –I screamed.

-Polo –Warrick answered sticking his head out from under water.

-I thought you weren’t working tonight –Catherine she said as she approached.

-I wasn’t, actually I had plans but Grissom said you have a lot of work so I don’t mind –I answered as I put on some gloves, then I saw Warrick getting out of the pool with something in his hand- ¿Can I get you a towel, sir?

-Yeah, please –he smiled- I found a cufflink, initials CM.

-Turquoise and silver.. –Catherine said looking at it- Something out of the south west maybe; Arizona, New Mexico, Texas..

-I’ll check the guest list for CMs –I assured.

-I’m gonna be wet all night.. –Catherine and I laughed and because of that he splashed us with water.

After examining the garden and pool, Catherine as Grissom’s right hand, assigned Warrick to another case that had happened that night. He wasn’t happy about the change but since Sara was at a forensics convention, one of them had to be on the new case.

-Jim, ¿what do we know about Portia Richmond? –Gil asked.

-According to her friends, she’s been romancing for over a month and she’s cruising the Mediterranean in some yacht –Brass explained as we walked into the main hall- Got a couple watching the house.

The couple Brass was talking about was sitting on the central sofa in the living room. They were both elegantly dressed and you could say they were good looking.

-Mr, Mrs. Haynes, this is Gil Grissom, Catherine Willows and Laura Serrano, from the Crime Lab –Brass introduced us- ¿Do you mind if we ask a few more questions?

-By all means –Mr. Haynes spoke.

-¿How is it that you know Portia Richmond?

-We met her at the top of the Mediterranean –she answered- It was like we’ve known Portia all our lives.

-We were new in town, Portia introduced us around and took us under her wing –he continued- We are house sitting while hunting for our place. Portia refused to take any money from us.  

-That’s why when she took out to Europe we offered to host this charity event.

-¿Did you know the deceased woman? –Grissom asked.

-No, as far as I know, she wasn’t even on the guest list –he answered for both-¿Something wrong?

-Yes.. –Grissom nodded- A woman is dead.

***

When I entered the morgue, Doctor Robbins was in a corner with his back turned to me and a strange noise was coming out of that area. I looked at him puzzled not knowing what was happening until he turned with two cups of coffee. He offered me one.

-Don’t tell anybody –he said- My weakness; One Macchiato Tall.

-¡Thanks! ¡I really need coffee!

-I know –I looked at him surprised- Everyone is talking about your first time working so many days in a row.

-Glad to be news –I mumbled- Coffee machine courtesy of the city, I presume.

-When the coroner asks for something they don’t question it –I nodded and followed him to the autopsy table- We are still working on the ID, but she’s had a few upgrades; rhinoplasty, silicone breasts..

-The implants have a number, if we run it I think we can get an ID –he smiled, like he was testing me- Wait a second, you already knew that.

-I wanted to know if you did, very well –he continued- We have a full menu here; petechial hemorrhaging, bruising around the neck and no water in the lungs. Now, ¿what’s the cause of death?

-No water in the lungs indicates that she was dead when she hit the water and from the bruising around the neck I’d say she was strangled –Doc nodded agreeing- So, in this case we have to photograph her injuries and run a sex assault kit.. strangulation is a man’s crime.

-Already did that, but very good –I was going to leave, but before I did, he took the mug out of my hands and looked at me- This is our little secret.

***

When the rest of the team returned to the lab, Grissom told me to team up with Nick. He and Catherine were going to keep track of some music boxes they had found in Portia’s house. The task that my partner and I had to do was analyze the DNA from the sex assault kit and the DNA from a red nail that we had found in the garden a few hours ago. To do the task, we had to bring the evidence to Greg, because he was the DNA expert. Along the way, I yawned twice and Nick laughed at me both times.

-¡Hey! ¡You don’t get to laugh! –I said to him- I’m tired.

-¿You? ¿Tired? ¡I thought you never sleep! –I yawned again and he smiled- ¡Nice!

We were walking into the lab when Greg hit the radio on the play and a heavy metal song started playing. He was spinning on his chair in a happy mood. I leaned on the table and watched him as the two of them greeted each other.

-You’re awake –I said- I hate you.

-Couple of glasses of Merlot.. slept like a baby –he answered with a smile.

-Just so you know, you weren’t the only one who had a glass of wine –I remembered.

-That sounds like Grissom ruined your date –Nick mumbled.

-I would need a man for a date, which I don’t have –I faked smile- Check for DNA in the sexual assault kit and the fingernail please.

-Everything has to be in CODIS, as soon as possible –Nick added.

-¿Do you know who is going to authorize my overtime? –Greg said while taking the evidence.

-Suck it up, Greg. You’re well rested.

-¿Do you want a Valium for her? –Greg asked looking at Nick.

-¡I’ve heard that! –I said as I was walking away.

I got to the break room and sat on the first chair I found. I wasn’t regretting agreeing to work, but I couldn’t understand how the team kept up, I assumed that it was thanks to caffeine and habit. I noticed a hand placing gently on my shoulder, so I looked up and saw my partner looking at me in a worried way.

-Hang in there, this only happens the first day –he tried to cheer me up- I’m going to make coffee for both of us, ¿okay?

-I’ve had so much coffee that I think there’s some blood running through my caffeine system, but I really could use one –I joked- Thanks, Nick.

As I watched Nick making coffee with the machine, I realized how kind and attentive he was. Luckily, my colleagues were friendly and good people and I was sure that anyone could have taken the time and concern about my first week of work in a row but he stood out in some way. Maybe it was his Texas charm or the fact that I was starting to like him. Either way, there was no denying that he was one of a kind.

While the coffee was brewing, I took the opportunity to look at the messages that I couldn’t see before. My best friend from Spain, Sanja, sent me a voice note, which surprised me quite a bit since she rarely sends voice messages.

¡Hola Laura! ¡Espero que estés disfrutando y aprendiendo mucho en Las Vegas! Aquí te echamos mucho de menos y se nota tu ausencia.. Cuando nos volvamos a ver, tendrás que prepararte tus chistes malos. Te envío este mensaje para decirte que ya tenemos fecha para la boda y será el 22 de Mayo. Sabemos que ya estarás por aquí para esta fecha, además me haría mucha ilusión que fueses mi dama de honor, así que espero tener una respuesta pronto. ¡Besos!

I replied to her message with a silly smile on my face. Having news from her made me happy and had even woke me up a bit. Nick offered me the cup of coffee and I thanked him with a smile.

-¿Who’s getting married? –he asked as he sat down in front of me.

-¿You know Spanish? –if my friend’s message hadn’t woke me up, Nick’s question had.

-Oh yeah –he nodded proudly- I’m fluent, actually.

-You’re kidding.

-No te engaño –he said with an American accent, but he said it right- What can I say, I have many hidden talents.

-I hope to discover them someday –I smiled and left my phone on the table- A couple of days before coming to Vegas, it was my birthday and we had this celebration / farewell party. My male best friend took the opportunity to propose to my female best friend.

-You must be excited for the wedding then, since they are so close to you.

-They are –I nodded with a nostalgic smile- They are my family.

-¿How are you adapting? ¿You’ve been here a month, haven’t you? ¿You like the city so far? I guess you’ve walked down The Strip, ridden the rollercoaster, you’ve seen the Bellagio fountains..  

-Actually, I’ve only been to the Welcome Sign –I admitted with my head down.

-¡No way! We are going to fix that, señorita –he said with a sexy accent and looked at me- I’ll make you a list of things to do in Vegas and if you don’t want to do them alone, you can tell anyone on the team.

-Nick, it’s really not necessary..

-No, yes it is –he nodded convinced- But I have to warn you, I have guiding fees and I will charge you.

We both started laughing at Nick’s comment and for the first time in hours, I felt like I was totally present at the time. Greg opened the door behind me and entered the room all excited.

-You guys are never gonna believe this; sexual assault kit on the victim came back positive for semen BUT nothing.. ran it through CODIS and seminal DNA matches a cold case from Texas, ¡a dead cheerleader! ¡ten years ago!

***

The track of the music boxes leaded Catherine and Grissom to Portia’s mansion once again. From what they told us, they had caught the housekeeper couple having sex, but the most important finding was what they found in the fireplace; a tooth. The idea was to compare it to Portia Richmond, since the disappearance was strange, but there were no references, so Catherine and Brass went to the Liberace Museum, where they had on display the headdress that Portia wore when she was a showgirl and brought it to Greg.

My partner went to reception to receive the package containing the file case from Texas, while I stayed looking for Patrick and Amanda’s social security numbers. We needed a little background on the couple. I had been searching for 30 minutes when I heard music coming out of the DNA Lab, so I got up from my chair and walked over. Greg came out of the lab kicking in the air and moving his hips, like he was dancing, while wearing Portia’s headdress on his head.

I leaned against the wall and covered my mouth so he wouldn’t see me laugh, even though I couldn’t help it. I wondered if Greg did that kind of silly things because he was like that or to make other people laugh. Either way, he finished the song looking at me with his arms outstretched and his mouth open with a smile. I approached him and applauded.

-I think you should take that thing off Greg, it’s evidence –I said with a smile- But I’m going to admit that the dance was very sensual.

-I already got all the evidence out of it.

Suddenly, Grissom turned the corner and appeared behind Greg. He stood up and looked at him as if he did not believe what he was seeing. Grissom took off his glasses and I could swear he was analyzing him. I cleared my throat to let Greg know and then I laughed again.

-I compared the DNA from the tooth with the hair follicles found inside the headdress, we have a match and I think we have a homicide. Excuse me –he nodded and walked again into the lab like nothing happened.

After the show was over, I went back to the computer and kept looking. A few minutes later, Nick showed up with the case file. I finally found the social security number, but apparently Patrick Haynes was an 8-month-old baby who died 10 years ago. And Nick found that the suspect in the dead cheerleader’s case was called Chad Matthews. The initials C.M.

***

After that discovery, the next thing we had to do was find out who this Chad Matthews was and where Portia Richmond really was. If she really was in the Mediterranean her bank statements would confirm it. Brass pulled out the bank statements for us to check them and also all the information about this guy. Apparently, Austin Police Department had 5 aliases for Chad Matthews and Denver Police Department sent him copies of his journal; guy kept lists of rick woman all over the country. Guess who was on that list.

-According to her credit card statements, Portia Richmond hasn’t spent a dime since she’s been in the Mediterranean –Catherine said- Maybe she’s been swept off her feet.

-Yeah –Nick smiled- Some guys still like to foot the bill.

-¿Really? ¿How would you know? –I asked him in a surprised way.

-Hey, I only dodge girls if they ask the wrong questions –he looked at me- For example, ¿what do you drive?

-It’s an honest question –Catherine confessed.

-No, no it’s not –he laughed and looked at both of us- What it means is how much money do you make so you can take care of me.

-Well, not this girl –I added in response.

Brass paged us to have breakfast all together and talk about the case; we needed to get something clear out of everything. Without noticing, the night passed and it was 7 am and eating food was a good idea to help me stay awake. We walked to the bar, which was two blocks away and sat at a table for four. The waitress treated us kindly and it didn’t take long to bring us the food.

-¿Did anyone tell Grissom we were having breakfast?

-Yeah –Brass nodded- Dispatch left him a message but maybe he thought it was the sheriff and blew it off.

-Let’s talk about motive –Catherine started- We’ve got a missing widow, her bloody tooth found in her own bedroom which is currently occupied by two moes.

-And one of our moes has six names that we know of incluiding Chad Matthews –Nick added.

-Right, and we’ve got a cuff link with the initials C.M. found in the bottom of the pool along with a floating showgirl –Brass spoke.

-A showgirl who was sleeping with six men rolled into one, Patrick Haynes.

-So, the Hayneses controlled Portia Richmond’s bank account but they had to stick around for the checks to clear, ¿so why kill Lacey Duvall?

-I don’t know, but if Lacey Duvall hadn’t been murdered Patrick Haynes reinvents himself and becomes another Skippy in another state, $1.6 mil richer.

***

Apparently, while we were having breakfast, Grissom visited the mansion again and realized something, which led him to crack de case. As soon as he had the confirmation he expected of some DNA results but he didn’t tell us anything else, he just called us back to the Lab. Someone had to be arrested.

-On behalf of the State of Nevada, my apologies, you’ve been cleared of all charges –Brass said and when Patrick Haynes smiled victoriously..- But on behalf of the State of Texas, you’re under arrest. You’re being extradited for the murder of Lana Grimshaw.

-I slept with her but I didn’t kill her.

-Just like with Lacey Duvall –Catherine nodded.

An officer opened the door and let Mr. Haynes’s wife in. Grissom smirked.

-Now I see it, the family resemblance–he said looking at both- Donnie and Marie. Brother and sister and I got the DNA to prove it. Let me tell you what else I can prove, your sister killed Lacey Duvall.

Patrick got into his feet and walked towards Amanda.

-¿You’re surprised? Look at your face.. you never made a mistake until you met her.

-¿You killed Lacey because I told her about us?

-I had no choice –Amanda swallowed and nodded proudly- We were partners, you can’t grift me Chad.

-Uh.. ¿Who wants to tell us about Portia Richmond? –Catherine asked.

-She’s in Europe –Patrick turned around and sticked to his story- On a yacht, in Greece.

-Oh, right. She’s incommunicado –Brass added.

-Old testament, The Book of Jonah; “And now, the Lord arranged for a great fish to swallow up Jonah” –Grissom stepped forward and put a cloth-covered container in the center of the table, he pulled off the cloth to show a container with a couple of fish from the pond outside the Richmond Mansion- ¿You know what’s wrong with the piranha, thought? They’ve got high cholesterol.

-Cholesterol is found in humans, not fish –Catherine explained- ¿So how does a fish acquire human cholesterol?

Patrick sat down and looked at the fish. Amanda stood there, looking at him.

-You’re both under arrest for the murder of Portia Richmond.

***

Officially, my work week was over and I just had one day off, but I didn’t care. I had learned a lot working this case, I made connections with my colleagues and experienced what it was to be a CSI. I went to collect my things to the locker room and I found Warrick collecting his too. He appeared to be tired and with many things on his mind.

-¡Hey! ¿How was the case? ¿What was it about? –I asked.

-Dead guy on an elevator –he replied reluctantly- Unsolved.

-¿Why do I feel like there’s something else..?

-Victim was a gambler.

-¿..And you don’t like gambling? –he closed the locker door and looked at me with puppy eyes and I understood it- Oh.. on the contrary.. you like it too much.

-¿You know Holly Gribbs died because I left the crime scene, right? –he sighed and sat on the bench- I left to go make a pit stop. I was gambling and she was dying.

-¿Do you want to talk about it? –I sat beside him.

-No –he smiled slightly and looked at me sideways- Besides, you are tired and you should really go to sleep.

-Warrick, if you have a problem, ignoring it isn’t going to make it go away –I place my hand on his shoulder to show him support- Besides, I always have time for my friends, no matter how sleepy I am.

[castielsshield]

Voicemail

Title: Voicemail (Leave A Message Part 1)

Pairing: Female OC/Sam Winchester

Synopsis: After losing Jess, Sam continues to leave messages on her phone as a coping mechanism. Unbeknownst to Sam, that number has been adopted by another person.

Word Count: 1,375

Warnings: None

Part 2 || Masterpost

— • —

     I was fifteen when I finally got my first phone. I remember the exact date it happened too: November 24th, 2005. My father took me to the electronic store where I picked out and bought a phone. It was a simple flip phone, but I was glad to have it nonetheless. I didn’t have any friends, and my mother had died when she gave birth to me, so I assumed the only calls I would be receiving would be from my father. He was often out of town for business, so he began calling me every day. For the first week or so, that was how it worked.

     My dad left the day after I got my phone and set it up. He would call me twice a day to check up on me and let me know what chores needed to get done that day. On the seventh morning after my dad left, he called me earlier than usual. “Hey, Ash! How’re you doing? It’s good to hear your voice again.”

     Chuckling, I replied with, “Hello, dad. I’m doing pretty well. I got done with my morning exercise, so I’m a little bit tired right now. Otherwise, everything is fine.”

     “Alright, kiddo. You don’t need to do much today, the regular stuff. Sweep, wipe down the counters, and clean up whatever dishes you use. Also, I’m not going to be able to get home tonight. Something came up in the job I’m working on right now. It’s most likely going to hold me back for another week or so.”

     “Alright, dad.” Disappointed about not being able to see him as soon as I had hoped, my voice dropped into a somber tone. “I’ll see you in a few days. I love you.”

     “I love you, too, darling. I’ll talk to you later. Bye now.”

      “Talk to you later. Bye, dad.” I ended the call and slipped my phone into the back pocket of my sweatpants. Looking around the living room that I was currently standing in, I sighed. Deciding it would be in my best interest to start the chores, I retrieved the broom from the closet and got to work.

     Old rock music blared through my headphones as I completed my tasks. Most people find my taste in music as odd, but 80's music was much better than the modern crap.

     Once finished with all the assigned chores, I decided to clean the whole house. I dusted the furniture and the blinds, the cabinets and the TV. Vacuuming over every inch of the floor, I made sure there wasn't a speck of dust on the hardwood. The only place I didn’t clean was the office that my father had told me to always stay away from. When asked why I couldn’t go in, he said to me that there were important business things in there. He said that his company told him not to share it with anyone.

      “Sorry, honey. If I could share those things with you, I would. But it could get both of us hurt. We could get in a lot of trouble if you knew what was in there,” is what he told me. I never asked him about it again. He wasn’t the type of person to change his mind, so I figured the answer would always be the same.

      With nothing to fill the next couple of hours of boredom, I decided to create my entertainment. The first thing I did was I got my online school work done for the day. As for the rest of the time, I spent most of it either drawing in my sketchbook or reading from my latest chapter book.

      When I finally got tired of reading and ran out of ideas to draw, it was half-past noon. Deciding to make myself something for lunch, I headed for the kitchen. My dad always stocked up food before he left, so I wouldn’t have to bike to the store to buy extra supplies.

      As I opened the fridge, a shiver ran up my spine as my skin gripped the cold metal. I pulled out the package of pepper jack cheese, tossing it on the counter after. Planning on making a grilled cheese sandwich, I strode to the pantry to retrieve the bread. After snatching the loaf of bread off of the shelf, the song Cherry Pie by Warrant began playing out of my phone. I would have smiled at the old song coming through my phone if it wasn't for the confusion running through my veins.

     ‘That can't be my dad. He called me only a few hours ago. Maybe he forgot another chore I need to do.’ I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at the caller ID. It wasn’t my dad. Instead, it was a number that I didn’t recognize.

     Shrugging, I placed my phone on the counter, letting whoever was calling go to voicemail. I continued making my lunch for the day. As I was setting my untoasted sandwich into the skillet I had heated up, my phone let out a ping.

      I hadn’t heard my phone make that sound before, so I put my sandwich in the skillet and went over to see what the noise meant. When I flipped the phone open, the screen lit up, revealing the words ‘1 New Voicemail’.

     ‘What if it is something important, after all?’

      Clicking on the voicemail notification, I put the phone to my ear. I had been expecting to hear a regular voice, likely the voice of my father. What I never expected was the quiet sound of a young man in tears.

      Confusion overtook my mind as the man continued to cry for the next minute or so. Then, he began to speak. “Jess, babe, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry that- that you- you’re-.” The man’s voice cut off as he got hit with another wave of tears. He sniffed and then began talking through his sobs again. “I love you, babe. I have to go now. Dean is coming out of the shower. I love you so damn much. I wish I were with you right now. I’m going to find the thing that took you from me. I’m going with Dean to find it. I wish I had never left to go on that stupid hunting trip with Dean.” He sucked in a breath, trying to calm himself down. Beginning to sob once more, he was able to choke out one final sentence. “I’ll call you again later. I love you, Jess.”

      The voicemail ended, and the phone gave me the option to either delete the message or keep it. I went to press delete, but then I thought back to the one-sided conversation sent to my phone. This man had lost somebody meaningful to him. He was still calling her number, leaving her messages of him sobbing. He was apologizing for something.

      I clicked down and pressed the save button. ‘He deserves to have somebody listen. I may not know him in any way, but he was hiding his messages from someone named Dean, with whom he was traveling. Someone needs to hear him; someone needs to care. If I’m the one who’s getting the messages, then I’m the person who needs to care.’

      I flipped my phone shut and set it down on the counter. As I turned around to tend to my sandwich, my eyes met the sight of smoke. It was from my grilled cheese, which was now entirely burned. ‘I’m not hungry anymore.’

      I threw it out and went to sit down on the couch, thinking about the voicemail, wondering if I could help. ‘I’ll let the man keep leaving messages. If he’s experiencing so much pain over this girl, he deserves to be able to feel like he’s talking to her.’

      My eyes fluttered shut shortly afterward, restless sleep overtaking my mind. Though I knew nothing about the other man, his words haunted my dreams. While I slept, my brain raced with scenarios of how the mystery boy could have lost the girl he loved so much. It might have been an accident. It might have been suicide. But whatever it was, I'll likely never know.

[jjungkookislife]

The Roommate Ch. 3

Pairing: Vmin x Reader

Genre: Smut/Roommate au

WC: 6.3k

Warnings: cursing, open relationship couple, dom! vmin/sub!reader, oral sex (f. giving & receiving), dirty talk, fingering (f. receiving), m. masturbation, mxm spanking, mxfxm threesome, cum facial/swallowing, protected sex

A/n: please read all the warnings

Date Posted: April 10, 2019

You wake up the next morning grumbling while rubbing your eyes.  You feel exhausted from staying up late last night. Your eyes roam over to your wall clock where it reads, 10:25 am. You decide to get up and out of bed, figuring you should try to do something productive instead of wasting the day away in bed once again.  

You pull the sheets off your body, grabbing your phone while you put your house shoes on. You can hear noise coming from the opposite side of the house, figuring Jungkook is already up for the day as you open your door and walk to the kitchen.  

“Good morning, Y/n.”

“Good morning,” you smile warmly at the brunette man cooking on the stove while you sit at the kitchen table and unlock your phone to reply to Jimin and Taehyung’s messages, as well as your other friends.  

“I’m making breakfast if you’d like to join me.” Jungkook smiles hopefully and you nod before thanking him.  

“Do you need any help?” You ask feeling bad just sitting down while he does all the work. You’re quickly put at ease when he tells you to sit back and relax while he cooks.

“Plans for today?” You ask after a few moments of silence, not wanting to lose the tiny progress you had made the night before. Jungkook hums to himself before answering. “One of my friends is stopping by to pick me up for dance practice. How about you?”

“I have an assignment due but then after I might go see Jimin and Taehyung,” you respond smiling at Jungkook who nods and turns his attention back to the stove. You stare at his back, appreciating the black Puma sweatpants he has on, although his over-sized hoodie keeps you from seeing his small waist and muscular back. How is it he can pull off that look so well?  

“Do you have any performances coming up?” You ask, curious to see if you’ll have an opportunity to see Jungkook in action, although you never had an interest before when Jimin had suggested you go with him to the last performance.

“We have one more performance in a few weeks before the school lets out for holidays. Are you thinking of coming?” Jungkook asks, turning to face you with a raised brow. You nod gleefully as he takes a step to the right and opens one of the cabinet doors to grab two plates.

“You’re in for quite a show,” he beams proudly, serving both plates and setting one in front of you. He then goes to the fridge and asks what you’d like to drink before he joins you at the table, sitting on the bench across from your chair.

You feel his gaze burning into you and you fix your hair hoping your hickeys aren't on display. You usually didn’t mind the hickeys, honestly! You just didn’t want Jungkook thinking you were seeing someone, but he wouldn’t care, would he?

“Does it taste okay? I haven’t cooked for anyone in forever,” Jungkook admits looking at his own meal sheepishly. You nod, taking a big bite of your meal to satisfy him, and the smile he sends your way has your body tingling.

Jungkook yawns, his hand coming up to his mouth to cover it. “I’m sorry, I guess I stayed up later than I should have.”

You blanch, swallowing the food you had in your mouth before your eyes meet Jungkook’s playful ones, “oh really?”

“Yeah, I guess you had trouble sleeping? I heard your door open.” He smiles, his eyes glittering with amusement as you feel your face burn scarlet.

“I dozed off and woke up thirsty,” you lie hoping he’ll buy it, but by the smug look on his face, you know he doesn’t. Had he heard you moan his name? You were going to move out if he had!

Jungkook doesn’t say anything as he takes in your blushing face before he gets up from the bench to clear off his plate in the trash and then places the dishes into the dishwasher.

“I was wondering if you’d want to practice playing Overwatch once a week?” Jungkook asks turning to face you as you finish the last of your breakfast. You stand going to clear your plate and place it in the dishwasher before answering him, “I’d like that. I had fun last night.”

“I’m glad, Y/n! I want you to feel comfortable living here,” Jungkook states grinning and letting you know he has to finish getting ready but that he’d see you later. You watch him leave the kitchen, your hands feeling clammy as you wipe them on your shorts before heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth, then go back to your bedroom to start your assignment.

When you’re busy typing away on your laptop, Jungkook pops his head into your room to let you know he’s leaving and that he would lock the door behind him.  You wish him a good day and return to your assignment, taking breaks every few minutes to answer your texts and scroll through your social media.

Your phone buzzes in your hand and you instantly click the message from Jimin:

[11:37 am]

Do you want to come over? Taehyung and I miss you.

You bite your lip, staring at your screen and then back at your assignment. You were nearly done, but you still needed to edit it and then submit it before you could go off and do your own thing.

You type a reply letting him know you’d be awhile since you had work to do but that you’d be there as soon as possible. Jimin replies quickly, letting you know they’ll be waiting.  

You put your phone on the charger and focus all your attention on your assignment so you can finish and get ready to see your two favorite boys.  Almost an hour later, you’re brushing your wet hair fresh out of the shower as you walk around your bedroom in just your towel since you have the house to yourself.  

You open your dresser drawer and pull out a white bra with matching lace panties, setting it down on your bed before you walk into your closet, hitting the light switch before closing the door behind you. You wonder what you should wear, the weather outside being too cool for shorts. You decide on a pair of jeans and a white long-sleeved crop top with a cardigan.  

You open your closet door to get out, your heart stopped when you hear the front door open and close. Jungkook couldn’t have been home already? You hear footsteps that make your heart race as you walk to shut your bedroom door, only to see a strange man in your hallway.  

A blood-curdling scream leaves your lips, startling the mint-haired man and making him scream.

You grip your towel tighter, slamming your door and locking it. Your body is shaking as you rush over to your phone to call the police when you hear the man speak on the other side of your door, “Y/n? Did Jungkook not tell you I was coming to pick up my laptop?”

You look at your phone, a missed call and text message from Jungkook letting you know his friend, Min Yoongi, was stopping by the house to get his laptop. You look at your locked door making your way to it, “slide your ID under my door.”

“What? Y/n, I’m just here to get my laptop. I’m going now,” He says and you hear his footsteps retreat. You unlock your door and open it, seeing Yoongi coming out of Jungkook’s room with a laptop you assumed was his.

“I’m sorry for scaring you, Jungkook told me he’d let you know,” Yoongi apologizes and you take a picture of him before shutting yourself back in your bedroom. You pull up your calls, hitting Jungkook’s name and putting the phone on speaker as you drop your towel and start getting dressed. The phone rings and rings but he doesn’t answer so you hang up and dial him again.  

Groaning in annoyance, you send the picture that you took to Jungkook to confirm the man who had just taken a laptop out of his room was indeed Yoongi.  You finish getting dressed, then grab your phone and your purse before stepping out of your room to head to the front door to put your shoes on. You open the door and lock it behind you, sending Jimin a text to let him know you’re on your way to his house. You get in your car, connecting your phone to your Bluetooth stereo before pulling out of the driveway.  

By the time you’re pulling up to Jimin and Taehyung’s apartment complex, your heart is no longer racing. You look at your phone, scowling when there’s still no reply from Jungkook. You walk up to Jimin’s door, twisting the doorknob and pushing the door open, calling out for your boys. They greet you from their place on the couch as you shut the door, toeing off your shoes and hanging your cardigan, purse, and keys on the hooks by the door.

“You made it!” Taehyung smiles as you sit on the couch next to him, his arms wrapping around you immediately.

“Had an incident before coming over,” you explain as Taehyung releases you from his hold and you pull your phone out of your pocket, unlocking it and going to your pictures.

You hand your phone over to Taehyung, Jimin looking over his boyfriend’s shoulder to look at your screen.  

“Why are we looking at a picture of Yoongi-hyung?” Jimin asks puzzled, his head quirked to the side to look at you.

“So that is Min Yoongi?”

“Yes, that’s him. Why do you have a picture of him startled on your phone?” Taehyung asks smiling at you cheekily.  

“He came into the house when I was in my towel claiming he left his laptop. I had a text from Jungkook saying he was stopping by, but I didn’t see it until after I screamed and locked myself in my room. I didn’t want to meet Jungkook’s friends like that,” you groan, throwing your head back into the couch. Taehyung places your phone on the coffee table and eases you onto his lap, his hand gently stroking your hair while Jimin rubs your back.

“I’m sorry, babe. Want me to tell Jungkook off?” Taehyung murmurs against your hair and you shake your head, you’re embarrassed enough.  

“It’ll be okay. I’m still telling him off for doing that to you,” Jimin says, getting off the couch, his phone in his hand as he hits the call button and paces back and forth by the couch. You try to reach for him, but Taehyung holds you still, his gaze captivating you to stop protesting.

“Jeon Jungkook!” You shiver at the tone Jimin is using, Taehyung stroking your cheek softly to get you to focus on him.

“No, no! You should have made sure she answered, Jungkook! She was in her towel! Yes, she was scared!  No, she’s at our house. No, we’re going to dinner later,” you heard snippets of Jimin’s side of the conversation and you instantly feel bad. You and Jungkook had been getting along so well, even if he probably heard you moaning his name the night before.

Your phone vibrates on the coffee table seconds after Jimin hangs up the phone with Jungkook. You get off Taehyung to grab it and read Jungkook’s apology out loud, causing Jimin to roll his eyes.  

“Ignore it, you can talk to him later,” Jimin says, pulling you back into the couch with him and Taehyung. You welcome their cuddles as Jimin puts a movie on Netflix while you tell him about your evening after he left.

“He actually put up with your awful camera control for that long?” Taehyung asks stupefied, groaning when you pinch his nipple.

“Jungkook actually took the time to help me, although I’m still god awful,” you laugh, sitting up on the couch before reaching for your phone. Jimin swipes it out of your hand, making you scowl.

“Ignore him, trust me,” Jimin winks as you sigh in defeat and curl up on the couch, Taehyung grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch before putting it on your lap.  

“Where do you want to go to eat for dinner?” Taehyung asks as the clock on the wall strikes 6 pm. You’ve spent the afternoon talking and watching movies on the couch with your two friends and now all you wanted to do was have dinner and curl up beside them.

“Do you want to go out or do you want to order in?” Taehyung continues, his eyes meeting Jimin’s before he turns to meet your gaze.

“Let’s go out! We’ve been inside all day,” Jimin whines standing from the couch and stretching, his shirt rising as he lifts his arms over his head. You and Taehyung stare as his skin is exposed, his abs on display.

“Quit staring,” Jimin laughs, making you blush before standing to walk over to grab your purse and cardigan.

“Where should we go eat?” Jimin asks as he takes your hand in his to lead you to his car while Taehyung locks the apartment door.  

“There’s a new BBQ place not too far from here,” you suggest as you get in the backseat, allowing Jimin to get in the front with Taehyung.

“I’ve heard it’s good, we can try it out,” Taehyung agreed as he starts the car and pulls out of the parking spot before getting onto the main road. The boys start talking about what they’ll want to order while your phone vibrates in your lap.  

You’re not surprised to see another apology text from Jungkook, making you feel slightly bad for ignoring him but he did send in a stranger to your home. You decide to deal with him after dinner as to not dampen your mood; putting your phone on silent, you slide it into your pocket before joining in on the conversation.

Minutes later, you’re pulling up to the new restaurant with your two friends, Jimin taking your hand in his as well as Taehyung’s. You know you’ll capture a few stares but you know well enough to ignore it, it’s nobody’s business but your own.  

Upon entering, the hostess sends you a wry smile before leading you three to a booth in the far corner of the restaurant, away from all the patrons. You’re not going to bother making a scene like you usually would, so you just send an icy glare at the hostess as she retreats to her podium. Jimin allows you to slide into the booth first before following you with Taehyung sitting across from you both.  Jimin wraps his arm around your shoulder as you both open a menu while waiting for your server.

Taehyung doesn’t pay you two attention as his eyes hungrily scan all his options, wondering what he’s really in the mood for. You move closer to Jimin as to see the menu better, although your own menu lies closed in front of you, you just want an excuse to cuddle your best friend.  

Jimin and Taehyung talk about the options while you finally decide on what to get, smiling happily when the server comes to take your order. After your order is placed, you place one of your hands on the table to touch Taehyung’s. He sends you a smirk, his hand closing into a fist and opening again to show off his slender, beautiful fingers. You bite your lip as you stare at them, hearing Jimin chuckle beside you, “maybe later, babe?”

Your face burns with embarrassment, coughing awkwardly before shyly nodding.  No matter how many times you were intimate with them, your cheeks always flushed pink at the mention of it.  

“We’re planning on getting a house soon,” Jimin tells you as he plays with the paper straw wrapper.

“Really?” You ask, smiling at him and Taehyung who nods affirmingly.  

“I’m doing really well at work, and we finally have enough saved for a sizeable down payment. We’re hoping to be moved in somewhere else before Jimin finishes his spring semester,” Taehyung explains sending a warm smile to his boyfriend.  

“That’s great! Oh, I’m so happy for you!” you bounce in your seat excitedly, making Jimin smile, reaching across the table to give Taehyung’s hand a squeeze before turning his head and planting a kiss on your head.

“We’re really moving up in the world,” Jimin states proudly as pulls you closer to your side. You beam up at him, ecstatic for your friend and his boyfriend.

A few minutes later, the server is setting down the food, sending you all a smile before going to another table that requires her attention. You eat your meal while talking to both men, happy to be in their presence even though your phone is going off in your pocket annoyingly.

“Is Jungkook still blowing up your phone?” Jimin asks as he wraps his arm around you on the way to the car after you’ve finished your meal and settled the bill.

You nod, showing your phone to Jimin, who rolls his eyes before taking his own phone out. He unlocks it, hitting his messages and pulling up his thread with Jungkook, telling him to leave you alone for the night and that you’d see him tomorrow.

“This boy, I swear. He’s a sweet guy, honestly, he just over apologizes when he fucks up. You two can talk about it tomorrow,” Jimin says, opening the car door for you and letting you sit up front with Taehyung.  

Taehyung sends you a smile before starting the car, his attention focused on pulling out of his parking spot cautiously before getting back onto the main road.  Jimin leans forward to be able to join in on the conversation better, smiling when he notices Taehyung’s hand move to hold yours as he drives.  Music plays softly in the background and Jimin can’t help but grin happily. He loves seeing both of you so content and at ease.  He treasures simple moments like these.

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Getting home doesn’t take too long, thankfully. You hold hands with Taehyung, only separating when he opens the door to let you all in, kicking off his shoes after he shuts the door behind Jimin.

“Movies?” Jimin asks as you take your cardigan off, setting it on the coat hook by the door.  

“Sure,” you smile following Jimin to the bedroom where their enormous bed sat in the middles, their 65” TV hanging on the opposite wall from the bed.  

“Do you want something comfortable to wear? I don’t think you wanna sleep in jeans,” Taehyung says as he appears in the bedroom.

“Yes, please,” you say, sitting on the edge of the bed while Jimin grabs his own comfortable clothes and goes to the bathroom to change.  Taehyung opens a drawer, pulling out a baggy red shirt before handing it to you and opening another drawer to take out a pair of shorts.

“I’ll leave you to get changed.” he sends you a smile before walking out of the bedroom to let you change. You take your top off and your bra, sliding the loose, baggy shirt over your frame, chuckling when you see it go past your thighs.  You look at your reflection in the mirror, figuring that shorts were pointless when the shirt covered everything it needed to. You pick up your clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on the nightstand before putting Tae’s shorts back in the drawer he had gotten them from.

Seconds later, you open the door and allow the boys back into the bedroom, both changed into shorts and t-shirts.

You climb on the bed, getting under the covers before Jimin joins you with the remote in his hand to turn the TV on to browse through Netflix.

Once he’s chosen a movie, he pulls you into his arms while Taehyung climbs into bed behind him, cuddling into his back. You wonder what Jungkook would think about seeing you three wrapped up in each other’s arms in bed. Would he understand or would he think it was odd?

It wasn’t completely platonic, you could admit that; especially since Jimin’s hand was now stroking your bare thigh, no longer interested in the movie playing on the screen. Your hand came to rest on top of his to keep it from creeping up, making Jimin chuckle before removing his hand and brushing his lips against yours.

You sighed contently, loving his plush lips on yours. You move closer to him, allowing him to place his thigh between yours, his fingers dancing delicately on your skin. His lips press against yours, his tongue slipping past your lips when he gives your ass a firm squeeze to make you moan.

“Jimin,” you moan his name softly, your hands pressed flat against his chest before moving them upwards to lace in his soft, blonde locks. Taehyung chuckles from beside Jimin, “you guys can never keep your hands off each other.”

You feel heat rush to your face, pulling away from Jimin. A low growl escapes from his pretty, pink lips before he lies on his back, pulling you with him. You squeak as you end up on top of him, his hands on your hips as he sits up against the pillows so he can make you straddle him.

“Isn’t she gorgeous, Tae?”

Taehyung sends you a wide grin, “she definitely is.”

You look away bashfully, but Jimin grabs your chin and makes you face him, “don’t shy away from us.”

You nod, your arms wrapping around his neck as he pulls you in for another deep kiss, his hands on your thighs inching upwards.

“You’re not wearing shorts?” Jimin asks in surprise as he lifts the shirt up to your hips to expose your white panties.

“Didn’t think I needed them,” you admit, smiling smugly at Jimin while Taehyung laughs, his hand reaching out to rub your lower back while Jimin pulls you closer so that your chests touch. You can feel your nipples harden as your arousal forms on your panties.

“Do you like when we touch you, baby?” Jimin asks huskily, his hands working on taking the shirt off and tossing it across the room.

“Fuck,” Taehyung grunts as you end the kiss with Jimin as Tae moves closer.  You lean in towards him, his lips meeting yours in a tentative kiss. You deepen the kiss, your tongue shyly trying to encourage his while Jimin focuses his attention on your neck, licking the marks he’s left the previous night. Wandering hands touch you all over, your body burning with lust as Taehyung’s tongue finally meets yours. You tug at his shirt, your hips bucking on Jimin’s, earning a moan from him as you rub his throbbing erection.

“Tae!” you cry out when he nibbles your bottom lip, tugging it slightly before kissing you again. He trails kisses down your jaw to the unoccupied side of your neck that Jimin isn’t currently marking.

Taehyung’s lips ignite the flames in your veins. He sits next to Jimin so you can crawl into his lap to straddle him. Jimin pouts before getting on his knees to get closer to Taehyung, his lips trailing kisses down the column of his neck while the two of you kiss.

Jimin’s happy seeing the two of you kissing, knowing it’s been way too long since the two of you have had the opportunity. He places a kiss on your bare shoulder before leaning back on his heels for a bit before taking his shirt off. His hand comes down to cup his erection, stroking it teasingly as he watches Taehyung take one of your nipples into his mouth. A moan slips past Jimin’s lips, earning a smug look from his boyfriend as you become distracted by tugging on Taehyung’s hair as he nips at your hardened bud. You push his head harder into your chest, encouraging him to keep sucking and nibbling on your nipple before switching to the other. Jimin bites his lower lip before moving closer to take your free nipple into his hot mouth.

“Fuck,” you moan, your hips moving against Taehyung’s hard cock.

“I want you both.” you moan as both men take their lips off your nipples to look at each other.

“Who first?” Jimin asks, his beautiful hands cupping your breasts and kneading them, his thumbs teasingly brushing against your nipples, making you arch forward towards him.

“Don’t make me pick,” you pout, making Jimin laugh before telling Taehyung he can go first. Glad that you don’t have to decide, you push Taehyung back into the mattress before tugging his shorts down his legs, giddy when you see he’s not wearing boxers.  His hard cock makes you lick your lips before you teasingly kiss his thighs, your tongue licking up his shaft as softly as possible, making him moan, his hands squeezing the sheets beneath him.

“Fucking tease,” he gasps with a strained voice while Jimin watches on with amusement.

“Be nice to me,” you glare, gripping his hard cock in your hand and giving it a squeeze. Taehyung groans, eyes fluttering closed as he drapes his arm over his eyes, his chest heaving up and down as he tries to breathe normally.

Jimin chuckles as he watches you lean down and give the head of his boyfriend’s cock a few teasing licks that make him shudder. Taehyung is grunting softly, his free hand reaching out for his boyfriend’s thigh, squeezing it as he feels your hot mouth wrap around his cock.

“I just sucked his dick this morning, and he acts like this is his first blowjob,” Jimin comments, making Taehyung smack his thigh.

“Bitch! She’s good at sucking cock too,” Taehyung mumbles before you take him a little deeper in your mouth, allowing your spit to coat his cock before you hollow out your cheeks and suck.

“Fuck.” a long, drawn-out moan falls from Taehyung’s mouth, his nails digging into Jimin’s thick thigh, leaving little crescent marks.

“Does she suck you off well? Open your eyes, babe. Look at her cute face as she sucks you off.” Jimin’s lust-filled voice fills Taehyung’s ears as he opens his eyes and his hand comes to tangle in your hair. Your tongue swirls around the head of his cock before you take him down your throat, making Taehyung stiffen as a guttural moan leaves his lips.

“Fuck baby,” Taehyung moans, pushing your head further down on his cock, making you gag before he allows you to pull back, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. The sight alone has Jimin taking his cock out of the confines of his shorts, jerking it softly. You send him a smirk, leaning over to spit on his cock to aid him in his task.

“Thank you, baby girl,” he says as he strokes his cock, your saliva making it easier on him as you turn your head and spit on Tae’s cock, making him groan, eyes shutting once again as your tongue licks at his balls before licking up the shaft to take the head back into your mouth. You place your hands on his thighs, squeezing them slightly before you inhale through your nose and take his cock as far down your throat before coming back up and bobbing your head up and down.

The sound of you gagging on his cock fills the otherwise silent room, making both men moan your name salaciously.

“Baby, stop! Stop, I’m gonna fucking cum down your fucking throat if you don’t!”  You ease off Taehyung’s cock when he speaks, letting it out of your mouth with a lewd ‘pop’.

Taehyung exhales heavily, “fucking hell, Y/n! I missed that fucking mouth of yours.”

You smile proudly, moving forward to kiss Taehyung briefly before turning your attention to his patient boyfriend who is still jerking off beside the both of you, his cock throbbing, looking red and painfully hard.

Jimin sends you a smirk, moving back to get off the bed so he can take his clothes off. You bite your lip as you stare at his cock hungrily, but Taehyung kisses your chest and pinches at your nipples to keep you in place as Jimin gets back on the mattress.

“You’re such a good girl for us,” Jimin mused, his hands tracing delicate circles on your skin, making you keen in response.  

“Such a sweet, pretty girl for us,” Taehyung states before his tongue circles your nipple, making your breath hitch in your throat as Jimin joins him. You grip the sheets, your body feeling like it’s on fire from the pleasure you’re receiving, moaning Jimin’s name when he starts a trail of kisses and nips down your body until he reaches your hips.  

“Tae!” You moan as Taehyung pinches your nipple rougher than expected, making you arch upwards. Jimin grins, his hands spreading your thighs so he can kneel between them. His soft lips press kisses on your inner thighs, his thumbs digging into you when you try to shut your legs.  

Jimin sends you a stern look that has you spreading your legs further as his tongue teasingly licks at your wet slit. He moans softly as he savors your essence for a moment before going back for seconds.  

“Ji-Jimin,” you stutter as you feel his tongue tease at your entrance, his fingers spreading your wet lips to accommodate his tongue better before he’s teasing you once again. You feel his finger tease at your entrance before easily slipping into you, his lips finding your clit and planting a kiss on it before he gives it a long, slow lick.

“Fuck, fuck,” you pant, feeling Jimin work your body, your hips trying to grind into his face. Taehyung beams proudly at his boyfriend. He knows he’ll make you become a moaning mess in minutes with that talented mouth of his.  

Taehyung plants his lips on yours in a sloppy kiss that has your teeth clashing and your tongues intertwining as Jimin uses the distraction to slip in a second finger, curling both while still sucking on your clit.  

“Oh fuck,” you cry into Taehyung’s lips as you desperately squirm beneath both men. Jimin looks up at you and Taehyung, his cock twitching, aching for attention.

Jimin continues his ministrations, flicking your clit with his tongue in the way that always has you coming for him. He notices the way your breathing becomes erratic, hips twitching as your body stiffens. Taehyung joins Jimin between your legs, both men licking at your wet pussy. Jimin allows Taehyung to lick and suck at your clit as he pumps his fingers in and out of you before his tongue joins Tae’s.

You love watching both men between your thighs, their tongues meeting and pulling each other into slick kisses as they taste you on their lips. You moan both their names as you feel the coil in your stomach spring free, your back arching off the bed as your toes curl.

“Tae! Jimin!” You cry out, tingling from your orgasm, that both men help you ride out. Jimin slowly eases his fingers out of you, sliding them into his mouth to suck them clean before his boyfriend kisses him, slipping his tongue into his mouth to taste your juices. The sight is enough to have your pussy clenching around nothing, wanting nothing more than to be filled by either man.  

“One of you fuck me please,” you plead, sending your best doe-eyed look at the two naked men in front of you.  

“Get on your hands and knees, baby,” Taehyung’s deep throaty voice instructs, you do as he says, waiting for a thick cock to fill you. The thought alone is enough to have you get aroused further, you worry you’ll start coating your thighs in your own essence.

You arch your back further, your face facing downwards as you feel Jimin get off the bed to grab condoms out of the nightstand drawer.  

“Go ahead, babe,” Jimin tells his boyfriend who smiles at him gratefully before ripping the package open and sliding the condom down his length effortlessly.  

“So fucking beautiful,” Taehyung whispers as his fingers dance delicately down your spine, his hand squeezing your ass before the other held your hip.  

“Baby, suck my cock.” Jimin bites his lip as you turn your head to look at him as you use one hand to stroke his cock, your tongue peeking out from your lips to lick at the head.  

Jimin tilts his head back, allowing himself to revel in the pleasure of your mouth as Taehyung smacks your ass a few times, enjoying the way your ass jiggles and starts turning red. He groans as he smacks you again before grabbing his latex covered cock and slowly pushing the head against your entrance before sinking into you.  

“Fuck, Y/n! I’ve missed this fucking tight pussy,” Taehyung huffs, slowly pulling out before pushing back in, making you moan around his boyfriend’s cock.  Taehyung grabs your hips, pushing his cock in deeper before pulling back once again, his eyes landing on his boyfriend, his heart content as he sees him enjoying himself.

Taehyung looks at Jimin’s abs before trailing upwards to see his eyes closed, his plump lips allowing his salacious moans to fill the air as his hands wove in your hair to help guide you. The sound of you slurping on his cock has Taehyung thrusting into you harder, faster, making you want to make both cum even more.

You love moments like these; both men filling your body to the hilt, your body burning with lust.  

“She sucks my cock so well,” Jimin commends you, feeling euphoric as he hears you gag around his cock before you pull back, a bridge of saliva connecting you to him as you take in a deep breath before sinking your mouth back on him. Taehyung continues to thrust into you, his hips slamming against your ass loving the way you’re clenching around him, his hand moving from your hip to your clit to rub it in circles.  

You moan around Jimin’s cock, your teary eyes meeting his dark, lust-filled ones as he gently strokes your cheek, his thumb wiping away at the stray tears that have fallen from your eyes.  

Taehyung’s chest swells with love for both of you, interacting so sweetly, his cock twitching in response.   

“Fuck Y/n,” he grunts as he picks up his pace, his hand pushing his damp hair back as he rubs your clit faster.  You keen when you feel him smack your ass, your wet cunt tightening around him as you feel your second orgasm hit you with a moan so low it can’t be heard over the sound of skin meeting skin. Jimin’s hips stutter as your mouth opens wider, taking him deeper as Taehyung moans your name from behind you.

“I’m not gonna last much longer, baby. You feel too good, fuck! I can fuck this wet pussy all night if you let me,” his deep voice and crude words have Jimin moaning in response as he pulls his cock out of your mouth, his hand jerking it quickly as you stick your tongue out and close your eyes.

“Fuck, baby! You’re such a good fucking girl for us! You’re gonna let me cum all over that cute little face of yours, huh? Do you want my cum, baby?” Jimin asks as his hand glides over his hard cock, Taehyung’s thrusts jostling you back and forth as he waits for your answer.

“Yes, fuck yes! Cum on my face, please!” You cry out as Taehyung rewards you with a particularly hard thrust as Jimin’s eyes flutter shut, his chest heaving as he finally reaches his high; his cum landing on your tongue, cheeks, and chin.  You swallow what you can, sticking your tongue out to show him as he praises you.

Taehyung sees your face covered in his boyfriend’s cum, and it’s enough to trigger his orgasm. With a few stuttering thrusts, he moans your name repeatedly as he releases into the condom, sighing heavily as he carefully pulls out of you and disposes of the latex.

Jimin helps you lay back on the bed, tugging on his shorts before going to the bathroom to get a warm cloth to clean up your face with.  

“Do you want to take a shower?” Jimin asks, setting the used washcloth on the nightstand.  

“Cuddle me first,” you pout, making Jimin roll his eyes but comply with your demand, anyway.  You settle in between Taehyung and Jimin, their arms wrapped around you securely, while Jimin places a soft kiss on your damp forehead.

Smiling, you lean forward and brush your lips against his before turning to Taehyung and doing the same. You feel so elated and warm being wrapped up in their embrace, loving the way they’re looking at you and then at each other with so much love it overwhelms you. You lay back into the pillows, looking up at them as they lean over you to kiss each other; each of their hands leaving you to cup the others face to deepen the kiss.  

You cherish blissful moments like these, where you are all content and satiated feeling, safe being with each other like nothing else matters except you three. You blink back the tears that prick at the corners of your eyes, not wanting to ruin this precious moment.

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So I’m finally getting around to do that aspec Q & A that @ace-and-aro-wlw-positivity posted, and I have quite a few aspec ocs so this could get rather lengthy but here we go

1. What was your inspiration for your character(s)? Are they modeled on yourself, a person that you know, or a character that’s already been established?

My first aspec oc, Abby Scott, was based on myself when I thought I was a biromantic ace girl. So she takes a lot after me. 

Theo Yamada, on the other hand, was a completely new character. I don’t exactly remember why I made him alloarospec, and I’ve been flipping from one arospec identity to the other, but no matter what he always remained alloaro. 

Mina Nicholson was my first character that I had predetermined to be alloaro from the start. She’s based on an old tumblr post about some super hero series idea called “Aces and Arrows.” I obviously didn’t make Mina into some superhero, but her guitar skills make her come pretty close :D. 

Brittany Olajobi is also based on an old tumblr post. Remember the “All or Nothing” idea thing that was floating around here?(Yes, I’m aware it turned into a scam, but I thought the premise was cute). Since no one actually made anything out of that I decided to make the characters my own. The asexual and pansexual girls were roomates....but also girlfriends. That idea kinda evolved into one of my newer series called “Play the Rainbow”, but that’s gonna take a while to explain.

Queenie Brooks...is based on a crude caricature someone made of an ace person (the “artist” has probably never talked to an ace person outside of tumblr but whatever), so I took that character and fleshed her out. She’s an aroace trans girl who’s evry big in activist circles, especialy the sex worker industry

2. How much, if any, has your character(s) changed since they were first created? What caused this change?

Abby and Brittany haven’t changed much besides in their appearance, Queenie and Mina underwent drastic appearance changes since they were created, and Theo’s kinda been going back and forth on the aromantic spectrum,  from strictly aro to demiromantic to aroflux. I’ve finally settled one greyromantic, which coinicdentially is what I identify as.

4. Do you intend on publishing your story one day? Why, or why not?

Probably not. I’m closeted in real life and likely to stay that way as long as I’m financially dependent on my parents.

7. Time to get serious for a bit. There’s been heavy debate on having non-human characters identify as ace, aro, non-binary, etc., but never actual humans. As someone who’s aspec, how would you explain to someone who’s allo why this can be and is seen as hurtful?

Ace and Aro people have been seen as inhuman and robotic for not feeling attraction, especially not in the same way that people who aren’t aro or ace do. Please reconsider making that animal/robot/alien oc aspec unless all or most of your characters aren’t human as well.

8. It’s a sad reality that many stories in mainstream media don’t have characters that are aspec, not to mention without resorting to harmful stereotypes. Besides there being nothing wrong with IDing as aspec, why did you choose to have your character ID as such? What would you tell other authors who’re interested in writing characters that are aspec, but are afraid of offending the community?

I make my characters aspec because. I’m aspec. Also there aren’t a lot of aspec representation (the little we get lol) that isn’t white or cis or yes, heteromantic./heterosexual. Considering the fact that I’m none of those things, all of my aspec ocs are poc like me, some even trans as well. To authours who want to write aspec characters but don’t want to offend the community, PLEASE ask around. Ask more than one person of that specific demographic. Their opinion should not be the only one that shapes yours! Also, if you’re writing an alloaro character, don’t ask someone who’s alloace or aroace. Similarly, don’t ask an alloaro person about writing alloace/aroace characters. Aspec people are not a monolith, our experiences are not the same

9. If you’re comfortable with sharing, what is your characters’ identity? Do they use any microlabels? Does theirs reflect your own?

Abby is a biromantic ace, Theo is a greyromantic bisexual, Mina is an alloaro bisexual, Brit is an ace lesbian, and Queenie is an oriented aroace trans woman.

11. Why do you think that not just representation is important, but GOOD representation? Can you offer any examples?

Fiction affects reality. Therefore, how people see us in the media affects how they see us in real life.

14. What’s a brief biography of your character? Is their history, personality, and/or looks similar to your own?

Uh I don’t necessarily have biographies for them but I have an oc carrd with their details

15. What are the themes of your story? Is it a lighthearted adventure, or are we talking deep, ocean-sized levels of angst? Why, or why not, did you choose them?

It’s a mix of light hearted fun and lots of angst. But everyone (who deserves it) gets a happy ending so it’s all good.

16. How long have you been writing? Has your style changed from when you first began to now? What are some tips you’d give to those who’re interested in writing a story of their own, be it professionally or as a hobby?

I’ve been writing since I was 8. I once won an honorable mention in a writing competition in the third grade believe it or not lol. My writing has definetely changed a lot, and that’s partially thanks to my English teachers I had along the way. My advice to people interested in writing a story on their own is to invest in a laptop/notebook and find time to write. Any time at all.

17. What’s your process for writing? Do you plan your story out first, write whatever you want then edit later, or both? How might this help others?

Planning? Ha! I write as I go. Sometimes I go back and edit entire scenes before publishing tho.

18. Your book’s become quite popular, easily reaching the New York Times Bookseller list, and now, you’ve been picked to lead a writing workshop. It goes swimmingly, and afterward, someone comes and tells you that your book not only inspired them to write a story of their own, but also helped them discover and accept their identity. What’s your reaction?

I’m...not good with compliments.

20. Just for fun, write down a paragraph of your most recent writing. It can be an action-packed scene, some witty dialogue, or a colorful description that you really enjoyed. (Be sure to properly tag any possible triggers!)

Here’s what I’ve started working on:

Theo smooths out the wrinkles on his blue uniform, giving himself a once over in the mirror. All his belongings of 5 long years were packed and ready to board on the ship the  higher-ups would issue to him He turns and takes down one last poster and rolls it up, placing it in his duffel bag. Perfect. Now all he had to do was go through the graduation ceremony and he’d get his first assignment. His hard work being at the top of his class was finally going to pay off.

“Heyyyy, my older twin’s looking sharp tonight!” Trent exclaims, leaning in the doorway with his own uniform in red. He whirls into the room, flopping on the now barren bed. “Ahh, this bed has so many memories. Come on, sit with me!”

“Trent, the ceremony’s so soon.”

“Theooooo,” he pouts. “This may be the last time we see this room, because we’ll be in space!”

He wiggles his fingers in Theo’s face for dramatic effect. The older twin chuckles, taking a seat on the bed.

“Let’s see,” Theo muses, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “I remember when we first got here. We were 10 years old, tiny, adorable and innocent little creatures. You were so terrified because they had put us in separate rooms.”

“I was not!” Trent argues. “It was just…a bit of a shock considering I always slept with someone else in my room instead of…all by myself.’

“Whatever. You crept into my room in the middle of the night, poked me awake and gave me the whole puppy-dog-eyes-and-quivering-bottom-lip routine to get me to beg me to let you sleep in my bed that night.”

“And you pretty much told me to go play in traffic,” he laughs. “And I still got in your bed anyway and slept there the whole night!”

“And you kept doing it until you turned 12!” Theo finishes with a playful shove.

[dragonrajafanfiction]

Cassell College Mystery

Ru’Yi couldn’t believe the confident Cassell Security Officer in front of her was the skinny distraught kid from her freshman year of High School and now she was trailing him for a special assignment for the Executive Department!

“It’s such a crazy coincidence meeting you here...” She gave a nervous laugh.

His grey eyes squinted and he frowned. “You think this is a coincidence?”

She looked up. “Well... what else could it...”

“Forget it. Let’s not talk about that. Let’s get going.” He turned around and started walking down the hall toward the back entrance.

She hurried after him but he was moving so fast. “Where are we going?”

He glanced behind at her. “To investigate.” He handed her a folder. “You can read that on the way.”

She looked at it and noticed that his pace had slowed a bit for her to keep up with his longer stride. 

“If you get another assignment like this, feel free to come to me. This is our chance to catch up after all.”

“For sure!”

They stepped into the bright winter noon. A parking lot was full of motorcycles and he picked one and straddled it, handing her a helmet which she accepted looking nervous.

She never had ridden a motorcycle before. She climbed on behind him.

“Just put your feet in the stirrups behind you and hold on to me.” He tightened the strap under her visor and patted her head.

Her arms circled his waist. The roar of the engine was startling and they jolted out of the parking lot. Even among motorcycles, this was no ordinary vehicle. The engine let out an electronic whine beneath the roar and had almost no acceleration speed from zero to sixty! She couldn’t help but tighten her arms, press herself to him and close her eyes.

She wanted to tell him to slow down! But there was no way he could hear her over the engine noise. The College passed them by in a blur of buildings and trees. The turns were sharp and the bike leaned over, close to the street! If they crashed, they were dead, but he was laughing!

“Missing near the College Café!” He yelled. 

“What?!”

“Our first witness went missing at the College Café and then reappeared close to Norton Hall!” He shouted, glancing back at her.

“Watch the road!” Ru’Yi squealed.

He laughed again, turned back to face front, and accelerated!

She felt them slow down and then stop. “You can let me go now before you suffocate me to death.” From the way he was chuckling, he definitely was not suffocating.

She took off her helmet and felt at her curly hair, scowling at him. 

He covered his mouth with his hand. “Take your time.”

“You said people were going missing?” She asked as he looked at her self in her phone camera.

He was all serious now. “Yes. We should meet our first interviewee now. That’s her.”

It was a nervous looking girl with hair died green. She hurried to us. “Officer Sweitzer?”

That stern and steely look had returned and he flashed his badge. “This is Ru’Yi, Rank-S freshman, she’ll be tailing me today.”

Her hand flew to her mouth. “Rank-S. Is it that serious?”

He nodded. “If what you say is true? Yeah.”

Ru’Yi looked up at him, shocked. What exactly was she being asked to do? Maybe this wasn’t a coincidence after all. She got her pen ready to take notes.

“Her name is Beatrice, Age 21, third year student.”

He turned back to her. “Now start from the beginning and tell us exactly what happened.”

“I went to get a coffee before class. I walked out of the café, turned left to get to my class and then... I suddenly wasn’t where I was supposed to be! I was all the way over by Norton Hall!” She explained breathlessly. “I was so shaken up I didn’t know what to do!”

“Did you black out?” Brian asked.

“No. I didn’t. It happened in the blink of an eye. I was coming out of the café … turned and... bam! I was at Norton Hall!”

“Have you been taking anything that might cause you to have false memories?” Brian asked.

“Well, I mean... classes just started so I have had a few drinks before but no drugs. I promise!” She squeaked, shaking her head.

“Don’t worry... I believe you.” He glanced at Ru’Yi. “You got all that?”

Ru’Yi nodded. “Did you see anyone strange at the Café?”

Brian raised his eyebrows and Ru’Yi realized maybe she wasn’t supposed to be asking any questions.

“Officer Sweitzer. I was so scared. I haven’t been able to sleep since then! I have no idea what happened! I live by myself!”

“Calm. Down.” He said with some impatience. It made Ru’Yi wonder if this was really the Brian she knew or if he had changed. Maybe all the bullying made him this way? Or was it the police training?

Beatrice swallowed, clearly intimidated. “Okay...”

“Answer her question.”

“No, I didn’t notice anyone...” She mumbled, looking down at the ground.

She finished writing when much to her dismay her phone rang. She withered under Brian’s cold stare and fumbled to turn it off, but the caller ID was her mentor. She gave him a look of sincere regret. “I’m sorry, I have to take this.”

She hurried to walk away. Lamenting at how disappointed Brian looked. “Professor Miranis?”

“Ah Ru’Yi. Good to hear your voice. How is school coming along?”

“I um... am in the middle of a special assignment. Can I call you back?”

“Yes... but first, can you take a look out by the Equipment Department Building?” 

She looked around. “Yes. I see it.”

“Watch carefully.”

She stared at the building wondering what this was all about when suddenly it seemed to shimmer like a mirage. She blinked.

“Did you see it?”

“Yes. I saw it. It was like.. it turned wavy for a moment.”

“Yes, the Equipment Department is working with the Alchemical Research center on replicating the art of creating a Nibelungen.”

“Nibelungen... that’s the alternate dimension of dragons, right?”

“That’s correct.” He chuckled over the phone. “You’re always so knowledgeable, Ru’Yi.”

“But I thought it wasn’t possible...”

“Maybe not forty years ago... but our research has grown a lot since then. Even in ordinary science, the possibility of interplanetary travel isn’t far away when 40 years ago it was nearly impossible.”

Suddenly, it occurred to her. “If someone enters a Nibelungen, could they come out at a different place then they entered?”

“Yes, in fact, your mother...”

“Ru’Yi.” Brian was pointing to his watch.

“I... hate to interrupt but I have to go, like right now.”

“I look forward to your report. I know anything you write is sure to be fascinating.”

“Thank you, Professor.”

“Before you go... about Tom.”

“Yes?”

“Some people came to persuade me to encourage you to change your mind about him. But I asked them to leave.”

Ru’Yi frowned. “Thanks for letting me know.”

“I’ll let you get back to your precious assignment. Send me a copy of your first draft. I know the Executive Department leads. I can help you format it in a way their minds can easily digest it,” he said with a note of derision.

“Thank you so much professor!”

“Fruitful conversation I hope?” Brian’s voice was right behind her as she hung up.

The girl was walking away. 

“I’m sorry. You finished.” Ru’yi sighed.

“I had to. She has places to be.” He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring. 

She chewed her lip, unsure of what to say. He then tossed her her helmet. 

“Don’t take it so hard, we have more people to talk to.” He said, getting back on the motorcycle.

In total, he conducted twelve interviews that day, four of those were directly effected by the mystery. Fortunately, there were no more interruptions and Ru’YI could put together a decent report. Every victim of the strange occurrences lived at separate parts of the campus and reported walking their normal routines, only to end up somewhere else on the property.

"My professor told me they were doing testing on Nibelungen in the Equipment department. I think they must be related.”

“Someone doing unauthorized tests on campus students would be a violation of the school rules.” He tilted his head down at her. “What’s so funny?”

“Sorry, you said that with such seriousness.”

The light left his eyes like a candle being blown out. “It is serious. If someone violates a rule like this, they could be expelled, and their memories of Cassell and dragons could be wiped. That means all their years of work at the Alchemy and Equipment department would be gone. Here at Campus Security? It’s like the death penalty. They’re dead to us anyway.”

“Oh.” A shiver went down her spine.

He held out his hand. “Let me see your notes.” Despite the frigid Chicago air, he was quite happy to stand outside and review them. “Yes. It seems like someone is practicing. Each occurrence, the victim is sent farther and farther away from their original position.”

“You’re right!”

“Then he’s probably not finished with his testing.” He held out the notes to her. “What this person is doing is putting people in serious danger. We’ll have to put out a campus-wide alert. I’ll finish investigating. You... you should stay home, Ru’Yi.”

“Stay home?”

“I don’t want you in any danger.” He said quietly.

The sun was already set at 5:30 pm when he took her back to her dorm. “If anything happens, call me right away.” He gave her a piece of paper with his phone number on it.

“Okay...” She looked down at it.

“And this is for you.” He held out silver pendant of the Cassell College logo on it.

She accepted it reverently in her hands.

“Go ahead, put it on.”

She happily pinned it to her chest and then looked up at him and smiled. The memories of sitting in the back seat of her father’s car after school came back to mind. She’d been worried about his safety then. She didn’t remember exactly what was said. She just remembered trying to comfort him and telling him that they were going to make sure everything was fine again.

Seems like he was returning the favor.

He tilted his head, looking confused. “What?”

“Oh...nothing. I was just wondering why you were giving me this?” She said, twining her fingers.

“Oh. I put a tracker on it.” He said flatly.

“O...oh...” Bubble burst. “Oh... of course...”

He put his helmet on. “If I notice any odd movements of the tracker, I can respond immediately without you needing to call. We’ll get to the bottom of this.” He turned to me again and smiled. “It was nice working with you, Ru’Yi.”

He sped off, his motorbike making that odd electronic whine. When he got to the end of the street, she saw him pop a wheelie.

“Show off...” She muttered. “He didn’t even say good-bye.”

[imyourliquor-youremypoison]

A Girl’s Best Friend (Peter Parker x OC) - Part 11

Synopsis: Diamonds are man’s best friend- or dogs are girls’ best friends, wait… how does the saying go again?

Warnings: Family issues; Peter has a crush and it’s complicated; mention of assault; good dogs; College AU; aged up! characters; TONY STARK IS ALIVE AND WE ALL LIVE IN A HAPPY PLACE CALLED DENIAL

Word count: 2.9k

Part 10 <<< >>> Part 12

MASTERLIST

“Are you sure?” Peter asked again, for the tenth time in a row, except with a different intonation.

“I am one hundred percent sure, yes,” Ned told him, for the tenth time in a row, with a slightly different phrasing each time. “If you ask me one more time, so help me, I will make the call myself and tell her embarrassing stories about you.”

               Peter scoffed and tried to act confident, fists on his hips in a failed demonstration of self-assurance.

“What embarrassing stories?” he huffed, pretending he didn’t know exactly what Ned was talking about – there were many to choose from. “I don’t care, I’m not ashamed of anything.” That was the fattest lie he had ever told anyone, by a long stretch.

“Would be a first. But fine, I guess I can tell her about your twenty-first birthday part-“

               Peter all but lurched forward to slam his hand over Ned’s mouth, despite being alone in his dorm room with no witness to hear the horrible story of his birthday party. To celebrate him becoming legal, his friends went… a little overboard, to put it nicely, and things quickly escalated from slightly over the top to out of control.

               It was a night Peter hoped to forget one day.

               Just then, Peter’s phone rang, and he knew who it was without checking the caller ID because he had put a personalized ringtone for four people: Ned, who was currently smiling under Peter’s hand, aunt May, Tony, and Emmeline.

“She’s calling!” Peter exclaimed, suddenly withdrawing his hand from Ned’s mouth. He put it on his head instead and pulled on his hair, feeling his heartbeat pick up pace. “What do I do?”

“You answer! That’s what you usually do when your phone rings!” Ned said, pointing out the obvious for his anxious friend. “Take a deep breath, don’t let her know you’re nervous, everything’s gonna go fine.”

“How do you know that?!” Peter whisper-shouted although there was no reason to keep a low voice.

“You just said the date went fine!” Ned whisper-shouted back, starting to feel Peter’s panic rub off on him. “What are you worried about? She’s calling first, it’s a good sign!”

“After two days of radio silence,” Peter pointed out, his phone still ringing.

“Maybe she was waiting for you to call first!” Ned replied. Peter gave him a blank stare, which then turned into guilt with a dash of embarrassment.

“It could be about our assignment too!” he deflected, stubbornly refusing to consider she was well and truly calling him simply because she wanted to talk to him.

               Ned took things into his own hands and snatched Peter’s phone out of his hand to answer the call before he could take it back. Peter made wild hand gestures that were undoubtedly meant to stop Ned from doing just that, but it was too late.

“You’ve reached Peter Parker’s office; how may I help you?” Ned said before Peter could do anything about it expect rake him fingers through his hair to the point of hurting himself a little. He was going to change name, move out of the country, and lay low for the next ten years until Emmeline forgot about this.

“Ned, is this you?” she laughed into the phone. Peter could hear it all because Ned put it on speaker so he couldn’t miss a second of it.

               He mouthed “I’m going to kill you” to his friend, who merely shrugged.

“No Ned here, only Peter’s secretary,” Ned said into the phone, holding Peter at a distance with his free arm and one leg too.

“Well, can I talk to your boss then?” Emmeline asked, playing along.

“Oh, I’m afraid he’s busy at the moment. He’s locked himself in the bathroom an hour ago, I don’t know what’s taking him so long in the shower-“

               Peter had put on one of his web shooters and taken his phone back before Ned could finish his sentence.

“I’ll get back at you for this,” he whispered to Ned before attempting to kick him out of his dorm room.

“Hi? Peter, are you there?”

“Uh- h-hi Em,” Peter said in the phone, quickly turning off the speaker mode. Peter resumed his hectic arm-moving and mouthed angry things at his friend until finally he shooed Ned out of his dorm room. “What’s up?”

               Ned was all too happy to leave now, he felt his mission was accomplished.

“Nothing much, just checking in,” she told him, and he could tell something was off by the tone of her voice. “No, that’s a lie. I wanted to ask you something, sorry.”

               Something was definitely off, he had never heard her sound so nervous or apologetic before, so out of her depth. He felt like he was hearing himself.

“Sure, just ask,” he encouraged her, already knowing he would agree to anything she wanted. He didn’t have the kind of confidence or the will power it took to play hard to get. She got him already.

“It’s gonna sound weird,” she warned him. “I meant to ask you way earlier but kept delaying, it’s a little embarrassing actually,” she admitted. He could picture her pacing around her pristine white living room, rubbing her neck, maybe biting her nails. No, actually Emmeline Gerard would never bite her nails. “Also, it’s worse now that we’ve been on a date, like, I genuinely don’t know how to ask that without making it sound stupid, so I’m just going to say it. Are you still there?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m all ears,” Peter assured her, sitting down to prevent himself from anxiously walking back and forth in his tiny room and most likely tripping on some discarded clothes at some point.

               There was a sigh on the other end of the line, and Peter braced himself, not knowing what to expect. What could she possibly want to ask him that required this much introduction?

“Would you mind accompanying me to this year’s Christmas celebration at the Town Hall?”

               His mind went blank, the gears in his brain working as fast as they could to figure out what exactly she was talking about.

“It’s a horrible idea, I’m sorry for asking,” Emmeline immediately said when he didn’t answer right away.

“No- no wait, what is this celebration thing? I-I’d love to come with you, I don’t have any plans!” He jumped from his bed, unable to stay still any longer.

He needed to stretch his legs, and also, he face-palmed himself for the way he had said that last part – as if he only hung out with her because he didn’t have anything better to do.

“Oh, it’s an official thing. There’s a dinner, a gala of sorts, followed by the mayor’s speech on TV. You know, it’s live every year on Christmas Eve,” she explained. “It’s a bit awkward to ask that, I know. My entire family will be there, and I don’t want to sound like the crazy girl who introduces a guy to all her relatives after one date, I just- I swear I meant to ask you weeks ago, and I don’t know who else to ask, and I really can’t do this on my own…”

               The desperation and the hope were clear in her voice, which cracked a little towards the end. That she had a difficult relationship with her family was nothing new, and Peter couldn’t say he was surprised that she didn’t want to attend this event alone. He had never thought that being in the public eye was such a pain before becoming the target of paparazzi himself, although it was his alter ego and not himself that got all the attention.

               But half of his brain was still stuck on the ‘first date’ part, pointing out that it implied a second date was to be expected. Peter’s eyes settled on Tessa’s sleeping figure in the corner, and he thought about all the reasons why he should say no, stay away from the cameras and the mayor, and what if Emmeline brought Bella? His entire cover might get blown up by her dog. How was he planning on dating her without ever meeting her dog? He hadn’t thought that far ahead.

“You don’t have to agree, I’ll just find another way to push through this evening. I get it if it’s too weird, or if it’s not your thing. God, it’s not even my thing, and I’ve been going since childhood-“

“You want me to meet your parents?” Peter cut her off when his brain finally caught up. The tiniest of smirks appeared on his face.

               Emmeline frowned a little, only half sure he was pulling her leg.

“No! I mean yes, I guess, but that’s not the point. Fuck-“ she swore under her breath, obviously holding the phone away from her mouth for a moment. “I’m not asking you because I want to introduce you to my parents, I’m asking because I want you there and they just happen to be a part of this event too.”

“I’m just teasing you, Em,” Peter laughed, picturing the blush on her cheeks quite well.

He didn’t know what was up with that, but she blushed like crazy when he was around, yet he had never seen her get flustered by anything else. Maybe it was another superpower of his. Then again, he wouldn’t be so smug in front of her parents, in front of the mayor of New York city, who was going to glare at him because he was his daughter’s date.

“So what do you say? You’re allowed to say no, I wouldn’t hold it over your head. Trust me, if there was any way for me to get out of this, I would too.”

He swallowed thickly, glancing at his spider-suit hanging on his open closet door. Suddenly, he recalled what Tony had told him days ago, something about the mayor receiving death threats.

Truth was, Peter hadn’t imagined he would spend his Christmas Eve accompanying the girl he liked to an official event broadcasted live on TV while being on the watch-out for possible threats to her father’s life, but then again, nothing ever went according to plan. May wouldn’t like it, but his mind was made.

“Alright,” he said before he could come up with enough reasons to justify saying no – when really it was simply because he was scared. “Wait, it’s official you said, so there’ll be important people. Does it mean I have to wear a suit? I need to find one. Should I bring something? Wine? I don’t know anything about wine but I can ask around-“

               He rambled on about wine for a minute or so, unable to shut his mouth although his brain told him that nothing he could afford would do the trick to seduce Emmeline’s parents if her apartment was any indication of the kind of money they had. Also, should he really be worried about winning over her parents when she so openly talked about her hostile relationship with them?

               He only stopped talking when he heard Emmeline laugh.

“What is it?” he asked, smiling to himself.

“Nothing, I just…” She didn’t finish the sentence, but he heard her chuckle a bit. “Never change anything, Peter.”

 *

 “How do I look?” Peter asked, smoothing over his shirt while looking at his reflection in the mirror.

               Tessa tilted her head then barked.

“Thanks!” He grinned, satisfied though nervous. This brought back awful prom memories with Liz and her father. Hopefully Emmeline’s father wouldn’t turn out to be a villain too, he wasn’t sure he could handle another. “Wish me luck, I’ll need it.”

               When he was sure his Spider suit wasn’t sticking out of his clothes, Peter nodded to himself and put on his coat, ready to go. Opening the window, he fastened his web shooters and jumped off his building.

               On the other side of the city, Emmeline was sitting on her bed, slipping on her heels and scratching Bella’s belly when she rolled on her back to ask for pats.

“It’s the first time I look forward to attending,” she mused to herself. “I just can’t wait to see mom’s face when she sees me; and when dad sees Peter! I hope their champagne goes down the wrong pipe,” she giggled, fully aware of how petty she sounded.

               Truly, they had put her through so much during her childhood, she wished them nothing but a life full of tiny, minor inconveniences that would gradually drive them both crazy, being the control freaks they were. She was done being one of the things they controlled.

               Without thinking much about it, she got up and walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, her eyes darting towards her balcony.

               Spider-Man hadn’t shown up in a while, and she was beginning to think maybe superheroes went on Christmas breaks too. A part of her wished he would just swing by so she could give him her best wishes and thank him again for what he did for her – not just saving her that night in the alley but also pushing her to talk to Peter.

               She still hadn’t mentioned her aggression, and maybe she never would, but it had done her the greatest good to open up to someone. To someone she liked a lot.

               Just then, the doorbell rang, fortunately for her – because she didn’t want to venture on this path at the moment. Emmeline would never admit to having ran to the door, but she did. It swung open to reveal a very pampered Peter Parker that she had never seen before but what glad to meet.

“My, my, if I knew you cleaned up this good, I would have told you to wear a suit after all,” she said as a way of greeting, crossing her arms and letting her eyes scan him from head to toe to take it all in.

               She had told him to drop the tux and suit and rather go for a clean, elegant shirt with jeans and dress shoes. He looked fantastic, and she didn’t spare the compliments despite the blatant pink of his cheeks and the way he avoided her eyes. Emmeline smiled larger and chuckled, gently smoothing over a wrinkle on his collar.

“Stop it,” he chuckled, stepping aside to let her through when Emmeline grabbed her coat and bag and closed the door behind them, ready to join that horrid party they would attend. “How can you say that about me when you- you look-“

               He gestured vaguely at her while mouthing a ‘wow’ but didn’t finish his sentence, having no adequate word to describe her. She had outdone herself both for him and to stick it to her parents. They couldn’t act like she was twelve and New York’s sweetheart anymore. Emmeline had grown into a fine woman and she wanted them to finally acknowledge it. She wanted more people to start looking at her and see her, instead of her parents’ daughter.

               Pastel and crème colors had been banned from her wardrobe. She wore a stunning knee-length wiggle dress whose black material caught the light and shimmered slightly. It was plain and elegant and she looked graceful and feminine and Peter’s jaw was hanging slightly open in a totally ungraceful manner until she shrugged on her coat, which made him came back to his senses.

“You’re right on time, as always,” she congratulated him. “I hope your aunt isn’t too mad at me for stealing you on Christmas Eve.” Emmeline winced a little but Peter brushed off her worries.

               Peter blinked a couple times, thinking of the way May had first been upset and argued about the sudden plans, but quickly changed her attitude when he told her it was for a girl – everyone around him seemed desperate to hitch him up.

“She’s fine with me going out,” he said with a shrug.

“You’re a terrible liar.” She laughed. “It’s a quality. Now, off we go.”

“Will you be able to walk in these shoes?” he asked, worried already when he saw the vertiginous heels.

“We’re not walking, silly.” She swatted him with her purse. “A car is waiting for us outside. Dad’s way of making sure I don’t arrive in metro and ridicule him.”

“Would you do it if given the change though?”

“Without a second thought,” she told him, beaming at him as she exited the elevator. The employees all nodded at her on their way out, and Peter felt like he was walking with a celebrity on his arm.

“Anything I should know before we go into the shark tank?” Peter asked her, eyeing suspiciously the man who held the car door open for Emmeline and gave her a sweet little smile.

“Don’t look my mother in the eye and be ready to shake a lot of hands.” She placed a hand on his thigh when they were sitting, and the door was closed. There was a tainted glass window between them and the chauffeur to guarantee privacy.  

               He felt the engine start and the car pull into traffic.

“Yeah, I think I can handle that,” he said, puffing out his chest to make her smile when he felt the tension in her hand. She gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Hey, relax,” Peter tried to reassure her.

               She had been right in saying she was a good actress. Emmeline looked impeccable, confident and ready to conquer the world, but if you took so much as a second to really look at her, you could see the cracks in her façade.

               It came naturally to take her hand in his and bring it up to his lips and kiss her knuckles. She stared with wide eyes, lips slightly parted in astonishment.

“Everything will be fine. I’ll stay by your side all night.”

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