#Sue (The Substance) X Reader

[cum-cowboy]

We need The Substance fanfics so bad like Elisabeth sparkle x Reader and Sue x Reader 😩

[maskofmilves]

Would give you anything if you wrote a smut where Sue makes reader ride her strap after she finds out you have been flirting with Elisabeth 😵‍💫

CONTROL YOURSELF (Sue x Reader)

Contains NSFW content: strap-ons, vaginal sex, violence

a/n: Thanks for the request! Hope you enjoy!

Words: 227

“What got you to be this much of a slut for you to flirt with HER of all people huh?” Sue gripped harder onto your hips, making you grind down on her toy cock.

“Because-”

“Spit it out or I stop.” She threatened. Thrusting up into you harder.

“Fuck you-”

“You better after this.” She hissed.

It was painful the way she continued driving herself into your cunt, but it was addicting.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you and her. I don’t know why she just moved out. I swore I saw her last week-”

“You did and you talked to her. Don’t lie.”

Finally, you give in. “I talked to her because she’s actually really nice to be around once you talk to her for a bit! Fuck. Unlike some people, I know.”

“Why!” Sue was furious with you at this point. She had pure hatred in her eyes instead of lust when this started. Even has a neighbor, it was hard to get around her, like walking on eggshells.

“She’s lonely- I felt bad for her-”

Sue stopped thrusting and practically tossed you off the couch. “Do NOT talk to her. She’ll get to you. She’s destroying me.” There was a drawl to her voice.

“Why do you hate her?”

“She’s all crybaby because I took her job…FAIR AND SQUARE. Now, get out.”

[callieyanderechan]

YANDERE!SUE (THE SUBSTANCE) X FEM!READER

Well you probably met on set for pump it up.

You're a backup dancer or something.

And she is just instantly drawn to you

You're the reason she takes more time from Elisabeth.

She can't leave you alone for a week 😭

What if you get hurt? Or sick?

She needs to available at all times for you

Because she's your best friend...

When she does eventually have to switch she tells you she's super sick to keep you away.

When they switch back she immediately calls you

Needs to check on you as soon as possible

She can't stand having to switch with Elisabeth because it means leaving you

So she.... Takes as much stabiliser from Elisabeth as she can store

3 months of having her dream career and

You...

[a-simple-imagine]

The Same but Different

Synopsis: your relationship with Sue is fun and free but things become a little more complicated when Elisabeth Sparkle joins the fray.

Pairing: Sue x fem!reader, Elisabeth Sparkle x fem!reader

Words: 5.1k+

A/N - not a lot of the substance fanfiction, huh? I could probably write more where the reason sue starts stealing time is because she feels like she has to compete with elisabeth for the reader's attention... but for now have this :)

WARNINGS - canon divergence (takes place in a universe where sue respects the balance and uses the split personality theory.). swearing and mild sexual references. cheating in a sense?? idk

The seemingly ever-lasting sparkle of moonlight delicately caresses every curve of her body. A perfect silhouette. An almost angelic glow as she straddles your hips. Running her hands gently against the soft surface of your stomach. It sends a shiver up your spine. Each move is thought out. Calculated. She's taking her time. Savouring every ounce of bare skin before going for the kill.

"I'm... I'm trying to talk to you," announced breathlessly. Her actions were deliberate and distracting. She did not care for conversation; she had other things in mind.

"I'm listening," whispered against the skin of your neck. Breath so tantalisingly warm. It makes your head spin. The feeling of her so close. So desperate.

"Sue, please." the vibrations of her hum tickle.

"I'm listening, I promise," she insists again ever so quietly. "go on,"

"I just- I was thinking we should go on a trip or something,"

"I can't," sharp pain shoots through your shoulder as she sinks her teeth in. It draws a gasp past your lips and you feel her smile. Amused with herself.

"Sue," you utter softly. An attempt to get her to stop so easily ignored as she nips at your skin. A mix of pleasure. A touch of pain. It's hard to stay focused. "maybe just a day then? next week?"

And the sensation stops. Her head falls into the crook of your neck. A loud sigh. It's a moment before she lifts to look at you. Puffy lips and glossed-over eyes. "you know I can't."

"then maybe I could come with you instead," you suggest. Slipping your hands over the curve of her hips, you pull her a little closer. She reaches for you. Thumbs brushing delicately over your cheeks. It tickles.

"you wouldn't have much fun,"

"but I'd get to spend time with you," you counter, leaning into her touch. A warm smile.

"she doesn't like strangers."

Now it was your turn to sigh. Soft but apparent. Not the first time. Probably not the last. She was a very busy woman who had to be out of town every other week and it happened like clockwork. It was amazing how committed she was to the arrangement. Never a day missed. But it didn't serve well for forming any kind of connection because she became unreachable for a week. She'll disappear. No texts. No calls. Nothing. "it's just one day,"

"babe," a much softer expression as she held your gaze. "maybe we can do something when I'm back."

"Because you have so much time in between your taping, photoshoots and interviews?"

"we're together now," her voice low, she rolls her hips into you. Keeping your head still and eyes locked on hers. "can't you enjoy it?"

"you know what I mean," your eyes flicker down. The mood was lost to the moment of rejection. It wasn't entirely her fault but you can't help but blame her. "can you get off me, please?"

There's a brief moment of pause. Her eyes search your face for an explanation before she climbs off, settling on her knees just beside you. "are you really upset?"

"let's just go to sleep," you lay down in her bed, pulling the covers up and over herself. It's a moment of undisturbed quiet before you feel the bed shift.

Maybe you had overreacted. You knew the kind of person Sue was and you can't fault her for having a sick mother. It's probably really tough to deal with. It was pure selfishness that you wanted a real moment alone with her so you figured an apology wouldn't hurt. Which is how you ended up walking up the stairs of her apartment building so early in the morning with a fresh mocha latte. It was her week away but you figured maybe you'd be able to catch her before she leaves. You knock a few times and wait. You can hear movement from inside so someone was definitely home and just taking forever to answer the door. You knock again. a little louder this time. Eventually, the door opens just as you begin composing an inquisitive message.

"Hey, so I wanted to apologise before you left" you explain shoving your phone back into its pocket. Only for your eyes to settle on a complete stranger. An older woman. Familiar and yet not. "you're not sue."

"no," replied softly. You glance around to make sure you're in the right place,

"This is ten fifty-seven Beverly Canyon, right?" you question. She nods. "weird. Sorry to bother you," you offer a smile and she just closes the door. That was strange. This was definitely her place, you've been here enough times now and never seen that lady. You probably just missed her. got up early for nothing.

It's radio silence from Monday to Sunday as per usual. You never really hold it against her. She was pretty good at texting back when she was in town. She probably just wants to focus on her mother while away. Sitting in the middle of the bed, you watch as she gets changed. "there was a weird lady in your apartment."

"huh?" she turns to you briefly as she undoes the hoops in her ears.

"I tried to catch you before you left but some lady answered. An older woman. Long black hair. Didn't say much. She seemed confused."

"Oh," Sue replied. "don't worry about it."

"was she like your aunt or something?" Sue tosses her earring down before turning to you. a small smile as she crawls up the bed. Slow and sultry, she climbs into your lap. Resting her head on one leg and putting her arms around you.

"I was thinking about what you said," Sue starts, pulling herself closer

"I'm sorry," you reply quickly. That was probably the first thing you should have done but your apology quickly slipped your mind. "looking after your mother is important and I'm just a selfish asshole."

"I was gonna say we should do something" she replies. "but I'll take the apology."

A glint of hope was quickly subdued by her proven record. You run your fingers through her soft hair. "are you serious?"

"I'll sort something out," she hums. "It's just one extra day, right?" it's hard to believe her but you take her at face value. Smile settling on your lips.

"just one night. I'll plan something- I'll even pick you up and everything."

Sue gives a dramatic gasp as she pushes herself up. "such a gentleman," she teases, a smirk as a gentle hand comes to your chest. Applying pressure so you'll fall backwards. You comply.

"gotta keep my girl happy," hand either side of your head, she is towering over you. Looking down with a smirk.

"Oh, so I'm your girl now?" curious raise of her brow.

"right now you are," you reply. Reaching for the collar of her t-shirt, you pull her down towards you. "it'll be cute." whisper before your lips meet.

You try to think of something the two of you can do that would be cute but casual. It couldn't just be like getting coffee because you can already do that. Dinner was too basic too. There were movies or exhibitions but again it felt like something you could just do whenever. A few hours and done. You eventually decide to take a drive out to Joshua Tree. Wasn't your usual hang-out but it'd just be you two out and you could talk and look at the stars. And have a little picnic. And as much as doubt sat in the back of your head, you eagerly climbed the stairs to her apartment once more. A certain pep in your step. But when you knock and the door opens, it is not sue. It's the same woman as last time. You stare at her for a moment as realisation settles in your mind. "uh... is Sue here?" she shakes her head. She wasn't much for conversation. "do you know when she'll be back? This is her apartment."

"no."

"no you don't know when she'll be back or no this isn't her apartment?"

"she's away for the week," they reply.

"oh." of fucking course. "why did I ever expect anything different," the other woman just stares at you. "she's supposed to be here," and then shrugs, clearly a little confused. "do you mind if I just grab my jacket then? I think I left it here the other night?"

"I don't think-"

"Great." you kind of don't wait for an answer, slipping past the older woman. "any chance you want to drive out into the desert with a stranger? I had this whole thing planned with Sue and well, you know the rest,"

"I don't think that's a good idea- I'm just a little busy," she insists. You look around the apartment. This was definitely Sue's apartment. Everything was where you expected. Felt almost wrong being here without her. The TV was on. Half-eaten plate of food sat on the small table. You turn to her. It was almost midday.

"yeah. You look real busy," you tease continuing further into her apartment. You can hear loud mumbles of words as you focus on finding your jacket. Who knows what she's saying but it's probably just excuses or demands to leave. Why was Sue so messy? Couldn't she hang up your stuff or hand deliver it to your place? That would be nice. You eventually find your jacket tossed on the floor in the bedroom. "why aren't you ready?" you ask. Offering a smile as you reenter the living space.

"what do you mean?"

"come on, I haven't got all day, go get whatever you need," you insist, heading for the door. "we leave in ten."

You never expected her to actually listen. She was a grown woman who could make her own decisions. But now you're trapped in a car with a woman you don't know driving like two hours out of town. She is sat silently in the passenger seat staring out of the window. You wonder if you should say something? Surely this was as awkward for her as it was currently feeling for you. Maybe you were just overthinking. "I finally figured out where I know you from."

"huh?" she turns to you before adjusting her posture. A gentle smile. A warm strip of sunlight across her face.

"you're Elisabeth Sparkle, right?" it had taken a moment to figure out who she was. She looked so similar to Sue, you just assumed they were related rather than she had a superstar looking after her apartment every other week. "sparkle up life or something like that?"

"sparkle your life," she nods a little. "with Elisabeth. yes."

"oh my god," thank god you didn't mistake her for someone else or this would have been embarrassing. It's pretty cool that Sue knows someone so famous. It makes sense that she'd have some kind of connection to the industry considering her sudden breakout but Elisabeth sparkle was unexpected. "the great Elisabeth sparkle looking after an apartment every other week- stars they're just like us." she just shrugs returning to looking out the window. Not very chatty for a Hollywood star. You put on some music to help break up the tension

It's warm and dry as you pick the perfect spot. The sun wouldn't set for a little while yet. You lay out the blankets and the basket you brought along. You had originally planned to camp out with but you're not sure that'll work for Elisabeth. Sleeping in a national park with a stranger probably wasn't part of her plan today. The awkwardness of the car ride still lingers between the two of you. You don't know what to say. Small talk was never your strong suit and what you could manage had already been wasted on the car ride here.

"so how do you know Sue?" you figure that's a safe topic. The one thing that connects you. "family? friends?"

There's a moment where you think she's not gonna answer. It wasn't exactly a hard question but she seemed so hesitant to answer.

"feels like I've known her forever."

Your brow furrows. Still so vague. "so you knew her as a kid?"

"no, not really what I meant. We're just..." a shrug. "how do you know her? You're clearly quite close."

You laugh a little. "close. sure."

"Why is that funny?"

"I don't know," you shrug. "we met at a party and have been hanging out ever since."

"That's all?"

"kinda," what more did she want? You lean back on the palm of your hands. Staring out into the desert. So big. So empty.

"so you go on weird trips into the desert to see the stars with all your friends?" like going camping with friends wasn't a completely normal thing to do? You don't press the matter. It's not worth the energy.

"Well, I never said we were just friends. It's more complicated than that," you explain, glancing briefly at Elisabeth who was apparently looking at you the whole time.

"what's complicated?

She makes you laugh again. There was nothing simple about Sue. "we hang out but there's no like official label. Sue does whatever she wants and that's fine."

"you kids and your labels. It used to be so much easier,"

"Maybe,"

"I didn't even know Sue was..." Her voice trails off a little and you start to wonder if you've just outed her to Hollywood legend Elisabeth Sparkle. You didn't know if it was a secret or not. Didn't make sense that it would be.

"Anyway- what about you?" a desperate attempt to change the conversation. "married? boyfriend?"

a slight chuckle. "gosh no."

"girlfriend?" you tease,  offering a half smile. She thankfully takes it quite well. "wife, maybe?"

"no, no, nothing like that," a dismissive wave of her hand. "it's kinda always just been me."

"that's surprising," you insist. "you're literally stunning."

A much more audible laugh. "you don't have to say that."

"I'm literally just stating a fact," you explain, "nobody can deny it."

"many can and have. Happens when you get older." you don't doubt that. The world was cruel to women but Elisabeth wasn't exactly a normal case. She was a living legend with access to all kinds of resources. Not to mention the fact that she was genuinely beautiful. Perhaps one of the prettiest people you've ever met. You see a lot of sue in her.

"nooo don't be silly," you sit up a little straighter, moving so you're sat looking in her direction. "I know plenty of people who like older women and you're hot as fuck."

"I'll keep that in mind." she nods but you know she doesn't believe you as she turns away. Your head tilts a little. Watching her bring a bottle of water to her lips.

"I'm serious. I could get you laid real quick."

"oh my god," choked out through her water. You were mostly joking although you definitely know there are a great many people who'd kill to be where you are right now.

"sorry."

"It's fine." she coughs. You scramble for a napkin or something. Probably something you should have prepared.

"no, I shouldn't have said that," you reply, finding a pack of tissues. You hand them over. "it was inappropriate."

"It's fine. Honestly," Elisabeth replies, taking the tissues. Her hand brushes against yours and she smiles. A gentle smile. A genuine smile. "sweet in its own way."

It's mid-afternoon when there is a knock against the door. You ignore it. But it happens again and again until eventually give in. You weren't expecting anyone and usually delivery drivers just leave your stuff if you don't answer. This was likely either very important or a very determined Jehovah's Witness about to try and convert you. But as you open the door and see the ever-enchanting sue, it somehow feels worse. You immediately shove the door but she stops it before you can close it. "just hear me out."

"fuck off."

"I'm sorry, okay," you stop fighting her to shut the door. "it won't happen again."

"That's what you always say and then it happens again."

"It was a super last-minute decision."

"Whatever." you sigh.

"just let me in," she insists. "you know you're gonna eventually so,"

"go away."

"I got you something," tempting... and it works. With a roll of your eyes, you slowly open the door and step aside. A triumphant smile graces her lips as she saunters past. A single red rose in hand. You give her an almost bored look.

"cute,"

"I know," she hands it over. "stop pretending you're mad at me."

"I'm not pretending," you huff, twisting the stem between your fingers. Same old sue. She takes a tentative step closer. Testing your boundaries before a gentle finger lifts your head to meet her gaze.

"look at me and tell me you're not gonna forgive me then," such wide eyes paired with a hint of a pout. You want to slap her but she's right. You always forgive and forget. Caught in some stupid little back and forth. A very heavy sigh. You push her hand away.

"Whatever." mumbled as you made your way further into the apartment. Sue trails behind.

"We can do it another time- promise."

"It's fine. I ended up just going with Elisabeth."

"whose Elisabeth?" the girl asks, going straight for your fridge.

Your brows furrow. "what do you mean whose Elisabeth?"

"We don't know an Elisabeth?" she clarifies, unscrewing the top to a bottle of water. You stare at her for a moment, wondering if she's gone insane. Was she ever that normal to begin with?"

"Elisabeth sparkle? She literally looks after your apartment when you're away." she just stares back like you're the crazy one. They obviously know each other. You had a whole conversation with Elisabeth about her so why was Sue being difficult? "why are you confused?"

"Why did you go with her?" she asks, wondering back over to you. It kinda catches you off guard. At least she was no longer pretending.

"she was around and you weren't."

"so? You don't even know her." the girl pushes herself up and onto the counter next to you.

You shrug. "it was nice. We just talked for hours which is something we like never do so."

"what do you mean? We talk all the time." she brings the water back up to her lips and for a millisecond it gives you pause. Like a weird moment of deja vu.

"no we don't," you shake your head. "you hardly wanna know me outside of bed."

"you're exaggerating," and she's right. Sort of anyway. "I'm gonna make it up to you."

"When? right now?"

"I can't right now," she jumps down. "I have a shoot I need to get to, I'm already running late but I'll think of something," tapping the bottle against your shoulder, she heads for the door. "thanks for the water."

That moment never came. You kinda expected that. Neither a text nor conversation involved hanging out just the two of you. But one did come from Elisabeth during Sue's week back home inviting you for dinner to say thank you. You accept. You have no plans so why not? But now you're sat in her apartment and it's weird. It's weird hanging out here without her. Feels almost like a different place as you're sat on the couch drinking red wine next to Elisabeth. You don't normally drink wine. She had made some kind of pasta dish. It was good.

"so how is she doing?"

"you don't know?" the two of them have such a confusing dynamic. Neither will explain how they know each other. They don't seem to talk. So weird.

"We don't really get to talk," Elisabeth explains.

"I don't really know either," you explain. Half a shrug. "we barely hung out last week. She said we'd do something but guess not."

Elisabeth gives a soft hum. "interesting."

"What?"

"it doesn't matter," she replies. "I don't wanna be rude,"

"Please do," you insisted, taking a sip of wine. You'd love to gossip with the Elisabeth sparkle. Up until now, she's been very conservative with her words. Careful about what she says. Don't make any jokes.

"I just think she sounds kinda... selfish."

"I guess," selfish was one of many words that could be used to describe sue. Many more positives. Some a little less. "you get used to her blowing you off."

"Why do you put up with it?" it's hard to explain to someone who doesn't really know Sue. It's hard to explain to yourself. Sue was special. Like nobody, you had ever met before or may possibly ever meet again. Not to mention beautiful, talented and an absolute star in the making.

"because... I like her," you respond eventually. The simplest of reasons but perhaps the most important. You liked her. a lot. "I don't know. She's... mesmerising. So fun and free and interesting and I think she likes me too, in her own way."

There's a pause as she swirls the red liquid around her glass. You wonder if you've made it awkward by defending Sue. It hadn't been your intention. She drains the glass. "you deserve better." Elisabeth comments, raising to her feet.

"you offering?" you tease, following her with your eyes as she heads back towards the kitchen. There is a long moment of silence before she returns with the wine bottle in hand.

"That's not what I meant." uttered as she returned to the couch. She's a little closer now. Knee brushing against yours.

A huff of a laugh. "I know, I know," you down the rest of your wine as she pours herself a new glass. "worth a shot though, right?" you hold out your glass for her to refill.

"Better not let Sue hear you speaking like that," she replies, pouring the red liquid slowly. You watch it build within the confines of the glass.

"she wouldn't care," you shrug. "that's how the whole friends with-benefits thing kinda works. Or like situationship. or whatever- I don't know."

"before you didn't have a label. Now you have too many." Elisabeth jokes, leaving the almost empty wine bottle on the table.

"It's more that we don't have one so I'm never sure what to call it," you reply. "it's just not exclusive."

"so you see other people?" she asks. "isn't that like a new thing kids are into these days? polyamory."

An almost uncharacteristically sweet giggle. Elisabeth was older but you wouldn't exactly call yourself a kid. It was funny how she referred to anything different as being for 'kids' "You're cute," you comment. "pretty sure that's been around way longer than I have- or even you have been." who knows. "but no, we're not polyamorous. We're just not exclusive either."

"but you're dating?"

"yes and no." you take a sip of wine as you try to figure it out in your own head. It never seemed confusing until you were trying to explain it right now. "we hang out. I've kissed other people and it's fine. She's fucked other people and it's fine. Maybe we'll get to a point where that stops."

She looks at you for a long hard minute. It feels... intense. Like she was searching for something within you. Trying to figure things out. You offer a gentle smile. Glancing at the hand that now brushes against your arm. "you deserve someone who treats you like you're the most important person in the world." and you don't know what to say. You just stare into pretty eyes and she takes the queue because two hands now grace your cheeks keeping you from looking away. You laugh a little awkwardly not expecting to be so close. She'd clearly had a little too much red win.

"you're a little drunk huh," you comment, a smile that settles but you try to avoid her gaze. But it's like she doesn't even hear what you said

"maybe that's not sue." bold. clearly fuelled by her tipsy state. You've never been this close before. It was intense. A flowery scent mixed with the deep fruity accent of wine.

"Who else could it be?" she was making it sound so simple but it didn't take into account your feelings. How much you like Sue. the fun you had together. Sure, she can be flakey but she's also taking care of her sick mother. It's not like she was blowing you off to go party or something. And then her lips are on yours. Warm and a little rough. You freeze entirely. It's a brief encounter as she pulls back.

"sorry- I shouldn't have-"

"no no, it's...," You take a quick sip of wine before placing it on the table. It was an unexpected kiss... but not entirely unwelcome. "fine," hummed softly. Reaching for her, you pull her back into the kiss. It's messy. It's sloppy. And it's fueled by alcohol.

Side by side, you walk down the bustling street in the midday sun. Sue is telling you about the issue she had with a photographer this morning. You're only half paying attention. You can't stop thinking about Elisabeth. Kissing her had never been part of the plan. It had just been a mistake in the moment. Sue just wasn't giving you attention and Elisabeth was. She wanted to get to know you. It was a moment of weakness. You had ended up rushing out of there pretty quickly. You just couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"I need to tell you something," blurted out.

"okay?"

"I... kissed someone else."

"so?" she shrugged. "I don't care."

"yeah but... but this is different," you explain. Nerves settle in your stomach. She definitely wasn't about to take this well

"what do you mean?"

"it was... Elisabeth," name just a whisper as it leaves your lips. Sue slows to a stop. A man curses her out as he barely avoids crashing into her. You stop a few paces ahead. Watching as a flurry of emotions danced across her face.

"Elisabeth," she repeats. "as in Elisabeth sparkle?"

"mhmm,"

"you can't be serious," her brow furrows. "fucking Elisabeth sparkle."

"I'm sorry it just kinda happened, okay?" you explain.

"you fucked Elisabeth sparkle," she marches closer and for a minute you expect her to hit you or something but she doesn't. She just closes the distance. A creased brow settled.

"what? No. It was just a kiss," you insist, hands held up in surrender. "nothing else and I put a stop to it pretty quickly."

"Why would you fuck her?"

"I didn't," you fire back. "but it's not like I haven't seen you literally go upstairs with guys so,"

"That's different," she storms past you, continuing down the street. You quickly follow after her.

"so it's okay for you but not for me?" 

"so you did sleep with her,"

"no," she's walking so quickly, it's a struggle to keep up.

"Christ she's old enough to be your mom,"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"so you like her more than me?" she growls back, sharply turning around to you.

"I never said that,"

"what do you even see in her?" and she's off again. Marching down the street like she had a reason to be so angry. You get that they don't get along but that has nothing to do with you. "she's like old and weird and boring,"

"you don't have to be mean," you huff. Following her once more. At least she was walking slower this time. "why does she look after your apartment if you hate her so much?"

"I don't... hate her," Sue insists. "it's- it's complicated."

"How?"

"it doesn't matter how," there's a bite to her tone. She is pissed. " what do you even see in her?"

"She's just... I don't know. She's nice."

"nice? You're leaving me because she's nice."

"Why are you- I literally never said I was leaving you?" you argue. "she's nice. We actually talk to each other."

"we're talking right now." seems your normal cafe is out of the question because she turns into some juice bar. It's small and mostly empty.

"you know what I mean. She listens and everything isn't about getting to the bedroom as quickly as possible."

"so what you're saying is you don't wanna sleep with me? Okay. Got it." she marches towards the counter.

"no, see, this is exactly what I mean. Will you just listen to me for once?" you wait as the girl behind the counter greets you both with a cheerful hello. Sue orders something from the menu board. You're not in the mood for anything anymore so you go and sit down at one of two small tables. Watching as she messes with her phone as the girl makes the drink. Some green-looking thing that Sue collects with a smile before reluctantly joining you. It's silent for a moment but you figure if this is gonna be resolved, you have to be the one to do it. "I like you, Sue. I think I like you more than I have ever liked anyone but all we ever do is party and sleep together. Which is fun but there's nothing else and every time I try to have a moment you blow me off. I'm not saying we have to be exclusive if that's not what you want but what do you want?"

"you really wanna do this right now?" she huffs. She hasn't looked at you since sitting down. Just kept all her attention on her phone as she slurped the juice through a straw.

"I just... this is all getting confusing for me."

"you're the one who kissed someone else. Someone so great apparently." so sarcastic. so mean.

"you two are so alike."

"oh my god," she abruptly looks up, slamming her juice on the table. "don't ever say that to me."

"you are though," you reach for her hand but she pulls away. "you even kinda look like her."

"I don't look anything like that old hag," she bites back.

"stop it,"

"Sorry. forgot you're in love with her now." you sigh softly. Each point seemed to go entirely over her head. Whether that was unintentional or deliberate, you couldn't be sure.

"sue. stop it."

"stop what? Why did you have to tell me?"

"because I felt bad,"

"I don't care," she snaps, catching you off guard. Voice so loud in such a small space, that even the girl behind the counter looks over. You offer a polite smile. "I didn't need to know you're making out with old people in my apartment or how nice she is and how you have deep meaningful conversations or whatever the fuck you wanna say about her."

"I'm sorry, okay,"

"forget it," she jumps down from her seat, grabbing her juice. "I've gotta go anyway."

"Sue- please."

"I'll see you later."

[trender-official]

Whiskey Burns My Throat | Chapter One

Sevika x Doctor!Reader | 4.4k words

Cowritten with my friend Migi

Sevika is tired of Silcos shit. Why was she wasting her time watching over this stupid doctor? And why is she so hot?

Or, slow burn lesbian romance with our beloved Sevika.

Reader is almost an oc but she has no appearance or name lol

Sometimes, Sevika hated her job. For the most part, she either didn’t mind it, or even outright liked it. Being the right hand woman of Zaun’s widely accepted leader had its perks. The pay, for one, was great. She had slowly gotten used to not having to scavenge and scrap on the streets for any little thing she could get her hands on to sell. Now, she had a permanent residence paid off in full, and she hadn’t gone hungry in what felt like forever. She even had plenty of cogs to gamble away at Silco’s bar most nights. And the brothel, if she really needed to let off some steam.

She never could have imagined this for herself, not in a million years. And Silco, he had a real shot at this, a real shot at making something of this shit ridden city. That was all she really cared about. It was why she left Vander all those years ago, after he’d refused to take a stand against those fascist Pilties. She was still bitter about that.

An added bonus was scaring the topsiders. A smirk formed on her face as she thought about it. It was funny, being able to send them running with their tail tucked between their shitty little legs, quivering with genuine fear. Not just of her, but of what Silco would do to them if he found out they fucked with her. So she was on a power kick, sue her.

But this… She didn’t like this.

She stood outside a tent, looking scary enough- which wasn’t hard by any means- to keep anyone who would start shit away, having a keen eye for those people, unfortunately. But she also kept an eye out for clients, people suffering from shimmer. Shimmer was the drug that Silco started distributing after becoming the unofficial-official leader of Zaun.

When injected, shimmer gives you a rush. A rush of power, and enhanced abilities, as well as that feel good high you’d get from other substances. But… with every high comes a cost. It’s highly addictive of course, and has dangerous side effects, like the creation of deteriorating spores that eat away at your limbs in random spots.

Inside the very tent, was a stupid fucking Plitie prick. A stupid Piltie prick who Silco was making her protect. A stupid Piltie prick who was a doctor, treating the symptoms of shimmer and pollution that racked the citizens of Zaun, keeping them healthy enough to bring in profit- but sick enough to keep coming back. Unknowingly by anyone but herself, for the most part, and Silco made sure of that. It was a cruel joke, honestly. A smart, but dangerously cruel one. She would never admit this, but part of her felt bad for the Piltie. She had no idea she was participating in the repeated cycle of addiction and corruption.

A shuffle came from inside, the tent sliding open. A nother patient slinked out, his legs shaking like he was about to collapse at any second. But his face, that was the real kicker. It was a pale gray in color, sores and bumps growing along the side of it, red and irritated from the cleaning it just got. The doctor followed right after, with her hand helping him along cautiously. “Please, follow my directions. Keep the wounds clean and covered, and try to mix up where you inject it, otherwise it’ll just keep corroding the one spot” she said, her voice sounding almost robotic, mainly because she had said that to every other patient that came in with the same issues.

“I’ll try… Thank you, Ma’am.” The person said with a hesitant smile, voice careful and withdrawn. Most people didn’t say anything, just leaving as fast as they could. Or they’d bite out hurtful and spiteful words, despite the doctors efforts of healing them. They don’t wan’t to believe she was real, that she was fully committed to leaving her Piltover life behind for this shithole. Sevika didn’t. She had to be lying… spying, or something, gaining all the information she can to turn in to the topsiders and ruin everything that they’ve worked so fucking hard for. And silco was just letting it happen!

Her voice snapped Sevika out of her thoughts, the permanent scowl on her face deepening. “Of course. Just be safe. As safe as you can be.” The doctor said, sending him off with a wave and a small bag of things to help for the week. A care package, if you will, equipped with a small pale of water, 2 pieces of bread, and some new socks to keep warm.

The doctor looked up at Sevika and smiled. She didn’t smile back. She looked dejected and disappointed, she wanted Sevika to like her. She wanted most people to like her. It made her feel like she was doing a good job, and fueled her to do even better.

She called the next patient up, her voice a little less confident than usual. She took another glance at Sevika as she turned to walk back in the tent, after allowing the patient in. Sevika rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, continuing to glare at the most suspicious-looking person sitting in the alley nearby. She was already tired of this girl, and they’d only been working together a few days.

This was the last patient of the day, as the sun was starting to go down and the more violent citizens would be coming out now. After the last patient came out of the tent, the doctor nodded to Sevika, letting her know it was good to start dismissing everyone.

“Alright! Time to get going.” Sevika said, raising her arms. “Let’s go! Get!” She said to the few who dared to stay and try to fight it. They didn’t stay much longer.

The doctor leaned against one of the poles, the one Sevika had been leaning against, watching her as she shooed away the crowd. She smiled, though this time not as big. Sevika turned back to her, her scowl not faltering. “Wanna drink?” She asked, holding the tent flap open.

Sevika sighed. She knew she couldn’t leave until she got home. So she didn’t have much of a choice. Sevika had to lean down to enter the tent and stay hunched while inside to fit. She shuffled her way over to the small couch poised in front of a coffee table and a rolling chair. Sevika laid an arm across the top of the couch, spreading her legs.

The doctor pulled out a bottle of whiskey, one too expensive to be found down here, but not expensive enough to be considered good by Piltover standards. “I heard you liked this.” The doctor’s eyes glanced down over Sevika’s body nervously. She bit the inside of her cheek, feeling suddenly more out of place than ever.

“You asked Silco about me?” Her eyebrow raised, “Only other person who can get it here is Silco.” She said, not reaching for the glass. The doctor licked her lips nervously.

“Well…yes. Consider it a gift. I don’t really like the stuff.” She said, handing the entire bottle over to her.

“You bought whiskey you don’t like?” Her voice was flat, void of teasing, of lightheartedness. “What, just to impress me?” Sevika said with a laugh of disbelief and slight secondhand embarrassment.

The doctor turned red and stuttered. “I-I don’t know- I just thought of you when I saw it. Is it so bad to get a gift for a new co-worker?” She felt scrutinized when Sevika turned her eyes back to her, and she was right to.

Sevika scanned her up and down. She frowned. The doctor suddenly felt insecure under her gaze. “I’m not going to like you. You can stop trying to make me.” She moved and crossed her arms, her muscles slightly bulging around her shirt. The doctor swallowed.

“I… I don’t think that’s true. If you got to know me-“ She said, sitting forward in her chair.

“Oh shut up. I already know how you're gonna be. All you Pilties are the same.” Sevika glared at her, making the doctor shrink back into her chair. “You’re all arrogant assholes who think we need you. We don’t. Any of our doctors could do the same thing as you.” She stood up and looked down over her. “I don’t know why Silco wants you here. But don’t think because I’m doing this I trust you. I’m doing this for him. Not you.”

Sevika turned and walked outside, to which the doctor sighed heavily. Her face was red and hot with embarrassment. She looked down at the glass, contemplating. Normally she wouldn’t. She wasn’t a fan of not being in control.

Quickly, she snatched it up and took a fat sip. It burned her throat, feeling foreign on her tongue, but the taste reminded her of how Sevika made her feel.

Outside, Sevika stood over the flap to the tent, casting a shadow inside. She squinted at the sound of racing feet stamping down the alley. She saw the shadow of a person carrying someone before she saw them. “Help! Fuck- Fuck, we need help!” A man shouted as he rounded the corner. Sevika pushed herself straight.

“What’s wrong?” She shouted to them.

“I- I don't know- I found him in a pool of vomit- Please, I know there’s a doctor here, you have to help.” He said as he fell to the ground from the weight of the person on his thin, unmuscled arms.

Sevika ran over and scooped the man up, inspecting the wound, a hole in the middle of his thigh, aligned with purple veins and disgusting bubbles filled with bodily fluid. Shimmer. Of course. She turned to the tent and brought the man over, shoving her way through with her shoulder.

The doctor looked up, alarm on her face. She heard the yelling, but couldn’t understand what they were saying. She had stayed inside in worry of a fight. “What?” She said as Sevika moved the man to be held over her shoulder and swept everything off the coffee table.

“He’s overdosing. You need to be quick.” Sevika said, laying him down as quickly as she could while still being gentle. She stood back, breathing surprisingly slowly, she seemed calm. It didn’t surprise Sevika herself, but the doctor was impressed. She really shouldn’t be surprised Sevika knows how to handle herself in stressful situations. You don’t get where she is not being able to.

“Do you know what on?” The doctor said, not having the chance to see the wound yet, snapping on gloves as quickly as she possibly could.

“No. Probably shimmer…” Sevika stood back, giving her room to work. She hated seeing this, knowing she helped it happen.

“Okay…” she sounded defeated, tired, “get me the Naloxone and a scalpel… please.” She said, having to remind herself not to bark orders out. Before coming down here- before uprooting her entire life, she had assistants and staff; people hired to help her without question or need for respect, as bad as that sounds. She pointed to the place she kept them, on the other side of the tent where there was a small box filled with all the supplies she could carry.

Sevika obeyed, not interested in protecting her dignity over someone’s life. The doctor began to wipe at the tumors growing on his thigh, deemed to be the injection site. The smell was awful… The wounds weren’t bleeding- not actively, there were signs of past bleeding, dried blood, and scabs topping every growth. They weren’t like shimmer growths, they were almost straight black. It was like his body was growing them just for them to rot. The doctor quickly administered the Naloxone, which evened out his breathing somewhat.

She took a deep breath, as well as she could with the thick smell of decay in the air, readied the scalpel. As soon as she cut into the pustule, it exploded, luckily missing her face, but it coated her hand and the table. Her eyes widened, as the smell assaulted her nose and mouth. She coughed, backing away. She knew this smell. She knew what this was.

“Fucking- Shit!” She yelled. “Back up! Get back!” She yelled at Sevika. She rushed to wipe her hands off on a cloth nearby. Just exposure to this could have negative effects on the human body. “It’s fake shimmer! Don’t touch it!”

“What? What does that mean?” Sevika asked, her instincts pushed her to pull the doctor away from the body, but she stopped herself. She seemed genuinely scared- Sevika thought it might be better to listen to her here.

“It means it’s toxic! We need to get him out of here!” She said, ripping off the ruined gloves and retrieving two pairs of new ones. “Come on- You need to help me.”

“Help you what?!”

“Get him out of here!”

“What? No! You need to help him!” Sevika said, grabbing her arm. “He’s your patient. You’re a doctor! This is your job!” She leaned over a little to tower over her, trying to scare her into listening.

“We can’t help him now! That stuff- You can’t bring someone back after they’re too far gone.” She tried to pull her arm away, only making Sevika rip her closer. Her chest pressed up to Sevika’s rib. Sevika’s breasts were almost in her face. She tried her best to not look, but couldn’t help to spare a few glances.

“That can’t be true. You have to do something.” Sevika growled.

“Anything I can do will just make him suffer longer! Is that really worth it?” She yelled back, pushing up. “I’ve done this before, the only thing treatment guarantees is more pain!”

Sevika glared silently and released her arm. Her face tightened once more before she turned away and stalked outside. The man who carried him in looked at her with a scared face. He clearly heard all of that. She looked down and sighed, closing her eyes. She wasn’t one to offer comfort to others.

Back inside the tent, the doctor was rushing to get the new gloves on. She searched her supplies and luckily found a vial of morphine. She bit her lip to hold back tears. It’s been awhile since she’d handled this kind of stress. She pushed herself up and slowly walked over to the patient. She’d give all that was left in the bottle, just enough to cause an overdose. He’d fall asleep, never to wake up again. She took a glove off.

Solemnly, she injected the dose, holding his hand as she did it, letting him feel her skin. She knew he likely wasn’t here already, but he was alive enough to feel pain. No one deserved to go out like this.

After… It happened, she came out, having taken off the button up that had the rot on it, now just in an undershirt. The man looked at her with wide eyes. She shook her head. “I’m sorry.” She had taken off the other glove already. She walked over to the man and placed a hand on his shoulder. He himself was not looking very good, tumors from shimmer beginning to appear on his arms and face. His breathing was weezy from the pollution. “You did your best. He was likely already too far gone by the time you found him.” The man shuddered. He didn’t cry. This was the undercity. No one here had their life guaranteed.

As the man left, both Sevika and the doctor went back into the tent. Sevika stared at the body as the doctor retrieved the whisky from earlier. “I’m gonna drink.” She said, an indirect invite to join.

“Give me a glass.”

She nodded and poured two glasses. She handed it to Sevika and she downed it in almost a minute. “What did you do to him?” She asked.

“I gave him morphine. Too much to survive. He wasn’t going to anyway.”

“You could’ve given him a chance.” Sevika frowned, still staring at the lifeless body.

“The only chance he would’ve had is if we stopped him from taking it in the first place.” She said quietly, walking back to the couch. She looked at the body, then back to Sevika. “I did what I could.”

“You- You fuckin’ killed him! You did what you could- Bullshit!” Sevika threw the glass, it shattered against the ground louder than expected.

The doctor jumped, looking like a child watching her parents fighting. “He was going to die anyway! Much more painfully!” She said, standing up.

“You act like I haven’t seen this kind of thing before-“ The doctor defended herself, her cheeks growing warm. She hated conflict, especially the kind that involved being alone with a large woman in a tent that was secluded. Not that she was worried Sevika would do anything. Silco needed her, or at least that’s what he made it seem like…

“But I have.” she finished off, her voice raw and full of heavy emotions. “There’s been nights you weren’t here, where I stayed up for hours monitoring and watching, holding people's hands while they suffered a pain I caused them.. you don’t get to come in here and poke fingers at me when I’m the one who has to end their lives!”

By the end she was panting, her once neatly tied back hair now framed her face from all the excitement. Her eyes were ablaze with anger, grief, and something else that she couldn’t quite place herself.

Sweat dripped from her forehead in little droplets that beaded onto her chest, now more exposed from having to dispose of the contaminated shirt from before. The soft glow of the lanterns lighting up the tent illuminated her face, highlighting the curl of her lips that were currently in a snarl, and the thicker furrowed brows that were slowly returning to their normal resting position as she calmed down.

“You fucking…” Sevika trailed off, her tongue running over her teeth. Her eyes trailed down her body, lavishing over her without care. If she weren’t royally pissed off right now, she may have found her hot. Sevika frowned and glared at her. “Fine. Too fucking late now.” She came closer, observing the body. “How do we dispose of it- of him.” She knew she was too used to people simply being ‘its’.

The doctor shifted on her feet, just now starting to feel the dull ache settle in from being on them all day. She knew exactly how she disposed of them, she’d been doing it for quite some time now. But… she didn’t want to say. It was, frankly, too embarrassing. Too vulnerable.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.” the doctor brought a hand up to her forehead, wiping the beads of sweat from it, cringing a little at the wetness. She stepped back, grabbing the bottle of the now half full whiskey and brought it to her lips, taking a good, 5 second chug. She resisted the urge to cringe at the unfamiliar taste, and the burning that took hostage of her throat. Wiping her lips after, and ignoring the salty taste of her own skin, she placed the bottle back down, steadying herself on her desk.

“That’s enough for you, little girl.” Sevika said with a smirk that said ‘I’m better than you.’ Her attitude switched too quickly to be anything but forced. She had to be fine with death. There was nothing for her but. “Give it here.” She said as she yanked the bottle from her hands with her metal arm, Sevika’s unnatural strength too much to fight. Her arm rotated in strange ways to lift the bottle to her mouth, lips sealing around it as she chugged the rest of it. It took nearly ten seconds to finish. She smiled patronizingly and threw the bottle down next to the broken cup.

The doctor felt her eye twitch, a low growl bubbling from the back of her throat. “I have enough shit to deal with here, I don’t need to add ‘cleaning up temper tantrums’ or pissing contests to my agenda” The alcohol was already starting to take effect, her head growing heavy with a buzz that left her feeling fearless, and unaware of the consequences she might have to face come morning time.

Sevika snickered. “Yeah? Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t.” She smiled, but it wasn’t one that made the doctor feel any better. It was almost sickening. She looked ravenous. She looked like she need to either fuck or fight someone. “But remember, I only take your orders because Silco says I should.” She said, her smile slipping. She turned and started to walk away before turning back. “And watch your mouth. You don’t wanna fuck with me.” She flashed a smirk then left the tent, leaving the mess behind her. Though, she didn’t leave, not fully, she stayed in the area. She wanted to see what she would do with the body, her curiosity too strong to fight. Today, anyway.

The doctor ran a hand through her hair, her other stabilizing herself on the table. A shaky sigh left her lips. Her thoughts were filled with confliction. Anger, frustration, and… attraction. It pissed her off.

With a huff, she turned and grabbed the items she would need to properly… dispose of the body laying next to her. Gloves, a shovel, a wheelbarrow, gasoline, and a match.

She covered herself with a spare coat she had, putting on her goggles, gloves, and a gas mask before she used the shovel to lift his body into the wheelbarrow, holding onto the handles for support after with a pant. Bodies were heavy, and she wasn’t necessarily in the best shape, not like Sevika.

She made her way to the spot she always used, a secluded area at the end of Zaun’s fissure, Sevika in tow, though not to her knowledge.

The doctor tried to be gentle as she dumped the body from the hopper, wincing at the harsh sound his body made as he rolled from it, his limbs limply following in pursuit. She sighed, rubbing her damp forehead with the sleeve of her jacket. She hated this part.

She didn’t have the time to bury him, nor the stamina to dig the hole, so she relied on burning. She sat him up against the giant rock wall, positioning his body as someone taking a peaceful nap, closing his eyes with gentle fingers.

“I’m sorry.” She croaked, shoulders slumped, and tears welling up in her eyes. She didn’t cry normally, not anymore anyway, but tonight, with the mix of emotions and alcohol, she wasn’t in control of her tear ducts.

Sevika would’ve made a noise of disbelief, if it wouldn’t have gotten her spotted. She almost respected the efficiency she moved with, as if she had an ounce of control over herself. Even while drunk or high out of their mind, Zaunites always had to have control, at least over their tears and fear.

Although, there was something almost attractive about seeing a Piltie doing this kind of stuff. Something degenerate and sick, something that came from craving others to go through the pain she did. Or maybe, seeing something once so innocent be corrupted.

The doctor moved back, reaching for the bottle of gasoline, pouring it gently through his hair, watching as it dripped down his cheeks and jaw, and finally down to soak his clothing. Guilt bit at her, even though she knew there was nothing she could do. But surely, there had to be a way, somehow, to save people like him. She just hadn’t found it yet. And that was the worst part of it.

Taking a deep breath, she lit the match using her boot, setting the collar of his shirt ablaze, before putting it out on the ground and stepping back. She couldn’t watch him burn, that would simply be too much, in a way. She turned, shoulders still hunched in a sort of… defeat and shame. Shame that she couldn’t save him, or any of the other bodies she had done the same routine with. And defeat, that she didn’t even know where to start in being able to save those lost people, or any for that matter.

She didn’t think of herself as a healer, as a savior. No, that was bullshit. She knew she was just keeping these people alive until their shimmer addictions inevitably killed them. But what else was she supposed to do? Refuse them? It was all out of her hands now. She just had to trust that Silco was the man he said he was, and got the people of Zaun out of the mess that it was.

With a final sigh as her goodbye, she walked back to her tent, taking off everything she was wearing and throwing it to the ground to sanitize it later. For now, all she wanted to do was sleep. So sleep she did, curled up on one of the cots, wallowing with the scratchy blanket that was left there by one of her past patients. Sleep took her dreamlessly, for once in her life, the alcohol helped with that.

Sevika watched the doctor walk away and finally reach a point where she couldn't see her. She felt herself relax, though not much. She left her hiding space, an overhang area she’d silently climbed up onto, lurching off of the platform and trudging over to the burning body. For a moment, she just stared, her face in a tight scowl.

The fumes burned her throat, but it took her a moment to even notice, waiting until she physically couldn’t take a breath. She put on the mask she carried with her, a cheap one that could fold small enough to hide. The air of the fissures itself usually wouldn't bother her, but she carried one just in case.

She felt her eyes burn with unshed tears of many years yearning to escape, the day- no, the months of grief and anger catching up on her. But she wouldn’t let them fall. Tears were a sign of weakness, and she wasn’t weak.

Slowly, she reached for a compartment in her arm, where she held extra shimmer vials. She opened it, taking one and throwing it into the fire, as some sort of… offering. For forgiveness. She peeled off a piece of dead skin on her lip, savoring the pain and blood, before walking away, already missing the heat of the flames kissing her skin. Maybe she’d replace it with the heat of one of the brothel girls… She needed it.

[house-of-lovin]

legally binded

Jenna Ortega x F!Reader

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Summary: After getting caught in some hot waters with the press, you are forced into an unexpected agreement with America's sweetheart, Jenna Ortega to save your career.

Warnings/Tags: famous!reader, mentions of hard substances, intoxication, mature language, real people (do not read if any of these makes you uncomfortable)

Note: Wrote a quick one, I don't usually write about real people so (this is all fiction, don't take it seriously) Can you tell I'm procrastinating on my other WIPs.

Word Count: 2.1k+

“Blacking out at a strip club in Vegas, are you fucking serious?”

Jake, your manager’s voice thunders around the office. 

You sink lower into the armchair, casting your eyes down – ashamed. From your peripheral, you can see Jake pacing up and down behind his desk and yanking at his tie; roughing up his usually neat-suited appearance. 

“Is it bad?” You gather the courage to ask.

There was a lot of shit that Jake lets you get away with. He’s known since you were a young teen with starry-eyed dreams. Except, your dreams did come true. You were living it, working with respected directors and actors on prestigious sets and projects; it was a shot in the dark that you would ever become a working actor much less a critically-acclaimed one but Jake took a chance on you.

But no one had warned you just how much you had to give up in order to keep succeeding at your dream. Work breeds more work, is that what they say?

Well if that’s the case, it certainly felt like it. Since your first big break, you haven’t stopped working. Seemingly flying to every crevice of the Earth to show face at yet another event they had scheduled on your calendar. 

You could barely name the day of the week.

Being in your teens in the public eye was not easy and it hasn’t gotten any easier as you entered your 20s. So they can sue you for trying to have some fun for once in your life. Granted, you may have gone overboard with it… that much you can own up to.

“Is it bad?” He scoffs, reiterating your question in a mocking tone and if it were anyone else you wouldn’t have been able to stave off your annoyance. “Try the end of times… you got locked up in jail. For possession of coke. You can imagine the headlines.”

You wince, clamping your eyes shut. Yeah, that is bad. “It wasn’t mine! It was–”

“Oh, I know whose it was!” Abruptly stopping, he swipes a finger in your direction shutting you up. “You and your little boy-toy can say goodbye to each other ‘til Liv and I fix this goddamn mess.”

“I didn’t know he had it on him, Jake. And he’s not my boy toy.” Your nose screws up in disgust. 

“It doesn’t matter anymore. The media caught wind of your weekend away in Vegas with that singer. Did you really think no one would recognize you with a famous musician in a strip club? They have pictures of you in cuffs, Y/N – you’re lucky you didn’t get pressed with charges for drug possession.” 

You hear the tired disappointment in Jake’s voice and feel guilt crawl around in your chest. No words seem to be good enough to fix the mess you created so you stay silent. You can add this to the list of headlines he has had to clean up recently. You keep your head down, like a petulant child called into the principal’s office – which in this situation, was an accurate comparison.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me, Y/N.” A higher-pitched voice echoes behind you and theoretically, if it were physically possible to pass through atoms, you’d be 6-feet under the Earth’s crust.

Far, far away from Liv.

“I already gave her the talk, Liv. We haven’t got the time. What’s the plan to fix this?” Jake crosses his arms, one elbow propped to hold his heavy head up. The bags under his eyes were a clear indication that like you, he also hasn’t slept since he bailed you out of Clark County Jail – a mere 10 hours ago.

All you knew is that you were waking up in a cold, dingy cell with a nasty hangover and an officer shouting from behind steel bars that someone had posted bail for you. Next thing you knew, you were being escorted out the side entrance of the building and into a blacked-out Escalade then driven to a private tarmac where a jet was waiting to take you back to Los Angeles.

Liv is also someone you accredit your success to. Jake and Liv are partners and often represent clients together. You liked to call them each other’s work husband/wife. Liv is a tough lady, only in her early 30s and already one of the most sought-after PR agents in Hollywood; has a boss-ass bitch attitude and a resting bitch face to match. Where Jake often played the good cop with you, Liv was guaranteed to be the complete opposite. 

Liv rounds the desk, standing beside Jake. She was dressed in business casual clothes but her hair wasn’t done like it usually was – a sign she had rushed over here upon your arrival. Staring you down with a menacing glare before rolling her eyes. “You’re not gonna like it, but I don’t care because we’re way past doing things your way.”

You sit up, a little scared. Liv is not one to mess around with. If she says it’s something you won’t like, you might as well go dig up your own grave. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I have an idea as to how to get some heat off your shoulders. Just until the press can find something else to fuss over.” She waves with a hand, furiously typing on her phone.

You and Jake shared a look, waiting for her to continue. 

“Well, are you going to tell us or not?” Jake huffs, throwing his hands in the air. Was he the only one in this damn room that felt like the sky was falling?

A knock interrupts before Liv can respond. “Hold that thought… Come in!” She holds a finger up, shoving her phone in her back pocket. 

You turn around, curiosity getting the better of you. Only, it was Jake’s assistant popping her head in. “Sorry for interrupting, sir. I know you said not to disturb you unless it was urgent.”

Jake runs a tired hand on his face. “Just get to the point, Em.” He says, not unkindly.

“Miss Olivia’s guests are here for the meeting. I was wondering if I can let them in?” The young assistant says timidly. Anyone can feel the thick tension in the room. No doubt she also saw the headlines plastered all over the internet of your face. There was an urgency in her mannerism that told you she wanted out of this conversation as soon as possible.

“Yes, let them in! Don’t make them wait.” She waves frantically. The door closes, leaving the three of you alone for a moment.

“Liv, what is this?” Jake asks before you can.

“Y/N, control your anger and be kind to our guests. This is for you, remember that.” She plasters a large smile with her last words as the door opens; multiple voices can be heard behind you. What the hell does that mean?

“Miss Ortega, great to officially meet you and Sarah, thank you for meeting us on such short notice.” Your head snaps to the side as Liv steps out from behind the desk to greet the people behind you.

The sight has you struck dumb. Why is Wednesday Addams in your manager’s office?

Granted, you know who she is. Who doesn’t? You can barely drive down any highway in L.A. without seeing her face plastered on some sort of billboard or building. But why is she here, in this office?

“Y/N I’d like you to meet Miss Ortega…” You were still rooted in your chair, just staring at them like an idiot. An uptick of a brow is raised as Jenna watches you remain unmoving. 

“Get up.” Jake kicks the back of your chair as he rounds the desk to greet Jenna and her manager, gritting under his breath. You spring up at the thud, rubbing your back in annoyance. 

“Nice to meet you, Miss Ortega.” You extend your hand when she finishes greeting Jake. 

She stood a good few inches under you, dressed casually in loose pants and a hoodie. She had a pair of sunglasses pushing her hair back, which was tied in a messy low bun; headphones around her neck.

You two have never crossed paths in all your years in Tinseltown – which was surprising considering you two are around the same age. There might have been an event or two that you had attended at the same time but you have never had the chance for a formal introduction. It wasn't difficult to see why the whole world was buzzing about Jenna Ortega.

“Just Jenna is fine.” She slides her hand in yours, sending a small, shy smile. The sparks you feel when your palms connect has you flinching almost imperceptibly. You see Jenna’s eyes snapping toward your connected hands telling you she may have felt it too. But before you can think too hard on it, you’re pulling away from her grasp. 

“Let’s all sit down, so we can tell you why you’re both here.”

Jenna takes the armchair to your left, and you fight to keep your sight straight ahead. “There’s no easy way to break the news. But here’s the CliffsNotes version. Over 24 hours ago, Y/N was arrested in Vegas. The press is having a field day, they already have the paps planted outside her house and every location she frequents. Our solution… a PR relationship, just until all of this has died down.”

You stare deadpan at Liv. Out of all the years, you have known her, this has to be the most balls-to-the-wall, bonkers shit she’s ever said to you. 

“What?” A sweet voice piques beside you, voicing out the shock you weren’t able to verbalize.

“A fake relationship, sweetie.” Her manager, Sarah says in a much sweeter tone than Liv could ever muster.

You can see her shake her head from your side eye. “We agreed to no PR stunts like this, Sarah.”

“I know, Jen. But with the recent controversy online… we just think this may be a good look. Liv called me last night and we came up with this plan and thought it couldn’t hurt with both of your situations.” At least her manager sounded apologetic. 

Jenna scoffs, feeling irritated and ambushed. “No offence, but I can handle a few nobodies online. And my situation is nowhere near as bad as hers. If anything how would pairing me up with someone who does drugs be good for my image.”

Your head snaps to her, nearly growling, “Watch it. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She bites back, turning to glare at you. “Is it not the truth?”

“No.”

“We got a drug user and a liar, great.” She mutters under her breath.

“Okay stop! You two don’t have a choice,” Sarah speaks up, sending Jenna a look you didn’t care enough to decipher. 

“Get someone else,” You say to Liv, ignoring everyone else around you. “Literally anyone else, please.” 

Jenna puffs out an incredulous scoff. “Screw you, dude.”

“Screw you too!”

“Jenna!” “Y/N!” The adults of the room shout over one another, chastising you both.

“That’s enough!” Jake shouts, getting you to break your intense glaring at the other actress. Jake’s tone slightly scared you, he was never one to raise his voice. And you knew you were balancing on some very thin and fragile ice with him at the moment. 

“This is the plan and that’s final! Jenna, everyone sees you as America’s sweetheart after the success of Wednesday. As much as it sucks, everyone is watching your next move, personally and professionally. And Y/N, you’ve been in the press for literally all the wrong things this year, and yet, the public can’t get enough of you. It’s good publicity on both sides… So you two will learn to get along – for the sake of both of your careers.” He says with a tone that leaned on threatening and you didn’t have the balls the challenge him on that. 

You had worked too hard for the life you have today just for it to be thrown away by a careless mistake. So if you had to buckle down and act in love with one of the most annoying people you had ever met, in world-record time, then so be it.

“How long…” You mumble, dropping your head in defeat.

“Three months at most. Less the quicker people forget about your night at the county jail.” Liv answers.

“Fine…” You conceded.

A few seconds of silence ring out before she answers, “Fine…”

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Jake and Liv @ Reader:

I swear there's a SpongeBob meme for everything.

:)

[eatmeeraw]

INTRODUCTION POST.

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the. sea speaks more honestly to those willing to drown.

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i’m circe, i’m a writer and an aspiring actress. she/they ; 18 ; cisgender(?) ; lesbian. hyperfixation on scream, especially jill roberts. i cannot say i’m talented, my writing isn’t necessarily good, but i enjoy venting my thoughts and ideas via such act, and that’s the motive i created this account. english isn’t my first language, please have patience with me and try to understand my position.

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WHAT DO I WRITE? WITH WHAT CHARACTERS?

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angst, fluff, comedy, and smut. i will add a warning everytime one of my written creations will include suggestive context, or straight up detailed sex scenes. probably will write only character x fem!reader, having a preference for wlw stories. will try to write something about the men i will write down with the rest of the characters now. REQS ARE OPEN.

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Fandoms

— Scream ( 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6. )

Characters i write for:

Scream 1: Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Tatum Riley, Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers;

Scream 2: Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, Dewey Riley (maybe);

Scream 3: Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, Dewey Riley (maybe);

Scream 4: Jill Roberts ( <3!! ), Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, Dewey Riley (maybe), Charlie Walker, Kirby Reed;

Scream 5: Tara Carpenter, Sam Carpenter, Amber Freeman, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Chad Meeks-Martin.

Scream 6: Quinn Bailey/Kirsch, Tara Carpenter, Sam Carpenter, Ethan Landry/Kirsch.

p.s.: can do cross-overs between movies.

— The Substance

Characters i write for:

Sue, Elisabeth Sparkle.

— Miller’s Girl

Characters i write for:

Cairo Sweet, Winnie Black.

— American Horror Story

Will be added soon.

— Stranger Things

Characters i write for:

Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington.

— Hades

Characters i write for:

Aphrodite, Nyx, Thanatos.

— Wednesday

Will be added soon.

— Marvel

Characters i write for:

Felicia Hardy, ATSV characters (Hobie, Miguel, etc.), Peter Parker.

— You

Characters i write for:

Love Quinn, Guinevere Beck, Joe Goldberg ( maybe ).

— Jennifer’s Body

Characters i write for:

Jennifer Check.

This is not all, i will probably upload as i get into more fandoms and study more characters.

— AHS (American Horror Story)

S1, S3 , S8 and S9 for now

Characters i write for:

Violet Harmon, Tate Langdon, Cordelia Goode, Madison Montgomery, Zoe Benson, Kyle Spencer, Misty Day, maybe Marie Laveau, maybe Fiona Goode, Michael Langdon, Xavier Plympton, Brooke Thompson, Montana Duke.

— Mean Girls

Characters i write for:

The plastics.

MY BOTS

(reqs are open)

DNI

minors shall not interact with the stories i say are strictly 18+. basic dni criteria. if you don’t like women, LEAVE. if you don’t support palestine, LEAVE. if you are a radical feminist, LEAVE. if you’re sensitive to blood, swearing, violence, and similar things. leave for your own safety, they will be the main themes on my account, unfortunately.

your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.

[starlostseungmin]

if i lose it's your fault.

pairings — doctor!seungmin x lawyer!fem reader ft. assistant jisung (txt's soobin and beomgyu's appearances)

genre — quite angsty, romance, nsfw, smut, mystery au, mafia au, skz "freeze" inspired concept au, action

warnings — seungmin's a mafia, basically, everyone in skz is part of the mafia, mentions of sex, smut, protected sex, slight degrading, fingering, mentions of blood, murder, death, wounds, and deadly weapons (knives, guns, etc.), swearing, mentions of alcohol, contains inaccuracies and grammatical errors.

words — 11.8k

notes — this took me a while to decide that i should write this fic because of their concept and also, i got some ideas from the kdrama vincenzo. like i said, i don't recognize this au theme as an aesthetic and if you're not comfortable with the next scenes, please don't read it. thank you. not proofread. ps. i'm not good with smut so i apologize if i disappoint you :((

[ prologue ] — the prologue wasn't really followed :'<

20:00, Saturday, house number, 314, 7thStreet, XXXXX Village.

Camera clicks were focused on a lifeless body was found, blood scattered along the floor. Broken glass of wine was spilled that correlates to the thick substance. The suspect checked the photos a few times and shrugged his shoulders at the sight of the victim. A sigh escaped from his lips, lifting his sleeves towards his elbows and slid his camera inside his bag, taking the back door as an exit. The victim’s son came home two hours after the crime happened, screaming at the sight of his father. He panicked, and called an ambulance, his father is dead. The youngest son came home a few minutes after his brother did and fainted at the scene.

News spread quickly that night, the law firm was shocked at the founding father’s sudden passing. What was the cause? Murder. Weapon? A silencer gun and a paring knife. How many bullets? One. How many stabs? 10. Where was the victim hit? Forehead from the gun, chest and stomach from the knife. Primary suspect? Unidentified. Identification of the victim? Choi Seok, male, 72.

A smirk was formed on the suspect’s face after cleaning his mess, “Serves you right old man.”

A sigh escaped from the Wolves’ mafia boss after reading the newspaper headline and rubbed his forehead with a small smirk formed on his lips. He placed the newspaper down on his coffee table and went to the meeting room where he had his other co-members while one is missing.

Seungmin let out a harsh sigh as he stopped tapping the cotton with antiseptic on your fresh cut, removing his glasses in annoyance.

“Good gracious Y/N if you stop whining it wouldn’t hurt as much.” He said as you frowned at him. “What? Do you want me to treat it or not?”

“Sorry.” You sighed in response and slouched on your seat, trying not to whine.

“Thank you.” He replied, wearing his glasses again as he continued. You couldn’t help to wince in pain when he’s like pouring the antiseptic, but he’s being gentle on trying to ease the bleeding of your fresh cut yet that’s how you feel on the disinfectant. “You should move places if it bothers you to stay there. Just look at you. Sleepless nights, loud neighbors, scarce on your comfort of living, what else? And aren’t you suppose to earn a lot of money since you’re a lawyer and everyone likes you?” He retorted not taking his eyes away from your forearm.

“That’s not how it works. If only it’s easy to find somewhere else to stay. Expensive apartments are far from the law firm.” You said making him shake his head in disappointment.

“Why don’t you move in with me instead?” He smirked as you glared at him and he just laughed it off at the end with his eye smile. “I’m just kidding, you’re too serious Y/N.”

“You’re lucky you’re my friend or else I’ll sue you for flirting with me.” You replied rolling your eyes yet he just let out a chuckle and wrapped your cut with a gauze bandage with a wide rectangular cotton pad inside, enough to cover everything.

“There’s no law about flirting unless if I made you uncomfortable, that’s sexual harassment.” He smiled as you watch him do his job, sighing at the fact that he knows how to dwell from your statements.

Seungmin has been working as your residence doctor in the law firm. You didn’t know why he established a clinic in the office when he could do his job in the hospital or somewhere independent. But at least you’re thankful that he’s there, working 24/7, and can be accessed whenever you need him. Given the example of what’s happening right now when you’re supposed to take a rest after a tiring day but you ended up driving back to the law firm after confronting your drunk neighbor being loud as hell. Screw the thin walls and poor construction of the apartments, you couldn’t even concentrate if you were reading some cases during late nights. The stupid old man threw a bottle of beer on you and held your arms as defense, explaining the frustration on Seungmin’s face. Luckily, there were still a few colleagues of yours working at his hour, including the cute doctor.

Aside from his medical career, Seungmin also knows a lot about the law because his father was a lawyer. And if you would say a lot, he told you that he read his father’s books and code of laws when he’s bored. You can also admit that he has the potential to become one because you couldn’t deny the fact that he makes you dumbfounded when he explains something about all the cases you’ve been assigned to which they all made sense. He would also watch your trials and highlights your mistakes.

“Yeah right.” You rolled your eyes. “You should become a lawyer yourself, not a doctor.”

“I prefer to study medicine than to deal with the law. I know your frustrations and headaches every time Jisung would give tons of papers to read. Besides, I already know a lot.” He smiled as he secured the gauze band-aid with a small safety pin. “That’s good to go. Just don’t be careless next time. Go to a hotel or somewhere comfortable. You can’t stay here for the night, are you?”

“I can’t sleep here. This place makes me think about work.” You sighed.

“Then why did you come here instead of a hospital, dumbass?” He asked as he stood up, cleaned the area, and took all his stuff inside the first aid box.

“I was reading the murder case of Mr. Choi and I’m trying to focus. Going to a hospital would be a waste of time. This case has no suspect yet, I still have to contact the detective in charge.”

“Mmm-hmm.” He nodded in response.

“This is so frustrating it’s been 3 days.” You said giving a deep sigh.

“You should think about that tomorrow and find a place to stay. The thought of moving places might come at you and,” He paused looking at his wristwatch. “I need to go home.”

“Already?” You pouted.

“Yeah, it’s like there’s only 5 of you here working at this hour and I still have to go to the hospital by morning. Good night Y/N.” He said and fled outside with his bag. Another sigh escaped from your lips, he didn’t even let you say good night as well but that doesn’t matter anyway. You went to your office and sat comfortably on your swivel chair, easing the pain of your cut. It’s almost 1 am and you just wanted to rest. You can’t even go home since you’re too angry about that old man, and you didn’t want to make a fuss out of it anymore. Seungmin’s suggestion is possible for you. Maybe looking for a place to stay might give you peace and order.

Shrugging the thoughts off, your eyes felt heavy at the moment and you didn’t realize falling asleep on your desk. It’s so quiet in the law firm at night, you wish this kind of comfort in your own place as well. Moving from your apartment after being hired as a lawyer in this law firm happened two years ago. It was still vivid to the fact that the head of the firm wanted to hire you because he heard a lot about how famous you were in law school. You were one of the top students and your professor recommended you to this law firm after you passed the bar exam. But despite the skies of blue ahead of you, it’s still frustrating that some would take you for granted. You had been carrying difficult cases since and Jisung, your beloved assistant, does help you a lot, by annoying the hell out of you.

By each time, you kept on waking up because of the uncomfortable position you were in. Time didn’t matter to you anymore. You couldn’t even go home, no mother to talk to since she abandoned you and your father died because of murder years ago. In short, you became an orphan at a young age. You had a hard time in college keeping yourself up and avoiding hunger. But still, you managed to become a successful lawyer and have enough money to sustain yourself, well, it’s much more than you could ask for. You managed to buy a car but having a hard time finding a decent place to live.

The sun had risen so fast that it was already 7 am. The law firm opens at 9 am but, Jisung came too early and saw you spacing out in your office.

“Boss? What are you doing here so early?” He asked opening your door.

“What makes you think I am?” You asked, still looking at the blank side of the wall.

“Did you stay here all night?” Then you turned to look at him with dark circles beneath your eyes. “You look horrible, and that. What happened to you?” He asked again looking at your injured arm as he sipped onto his cup of coffee in one hand.

“Some drunk bastard threw me a bottle last night that’s why I ended up here.” You sighed. “You’re too early today. It’s weird.”

“Seungmin called this morning, he asked if I could check on you. He even told me to come to work early.” He shrugged. “I heard Mr. Seo would come to visit us this morning but you can’t face him looking like that, you need to go home first.”

“You’re not kind of annoying today.” You smirked. “But yes I need to go home first. Thanks for the coffee.” You added taking the cup of coffee from his hand and leaving the building. Jisung pouted and went to his own desk which is just inside your office and organized his things. Proceeding to the parking lot, you grabbed your keys and went inside your car to drive yourself home. By the time you reached your apartment, the scenario from last night flooded your thoughts as you saw the broken glass pieces of some bottles from your neighbor. One of them had your blood dried out after hours of the incident. You’re going to sue them later anyway.

You flopped on your bed after locking everything out and decided to take a nap. But after a few moments of your sleep, Jisung rang your phone making you grunt in frustration. Grabbing your phone beside your bag, you lay on your back and answered the phone.

“What?!” You exclaimed.

“I have good news and bad news for you.” He said through the line.

“Spill it out already.” You backfired.

“No good morning?” He teased as you could imagine his sly smirk from the other side of the phone as you roll your eyes.

“No good morning! Now what?”

“Do you want the good news or the bad news first?” Jisung asked, with his hands trembling as he read the documents from the detective’s perspective.

“You choose.”

“Okay okay so uhm, the good news is, the murder case that was given to you as a person of interest now and they’re planning to have an interrogation so you’ll just have to see the detective by tomorrow’s schedule.” He explained while having his phone sandwiched between his ear and shoulder as he read the documents.

“And the bad news?”

“Seungmin’s the person of interest.” He sighed as you jolted out of bed.

“What?!”

“Yeah, you better come back here. The detective’s here.” Jisung as a harsh sigh escaped from your lips.

“Give me an hour.”

What Jisung has said struck you to the bone until you’re on your way back to the law firm being decent unlike hours ago. Screw your sleeping schedule, you have a case on your hands now. You head to the parking lot and hurriedly walked inside, the sound of your heels were already too familiar that Jisung can recognize you a few gaps away. The detective has two attendants with him as you enter your office with Jisung talking to them, and immediately, he handed you the documents.

“Finally you’re here.” The detective said.

“Have you filed a warrant?” You asked, scanning the papers.

“My assistant is on his way here with the warrant. We need to take him this afternoon.” He replied.

“What? I thought it will be tomorrow?” Jisung asked.

“As soon as possible perhaps. He’s in the hospital now.” With a frustrated sigh, you grabbed your bag and slipped the documents inside.

“I’ll talk to him right now. Just leave him alone until tomorrow.”

“But orders?” The detective objected.

“Jisung will you cover for me until I come back? I’ll be seeing Seungmin pronto.” You snapped as Jisung saluted you.

“Yes, boss!” He said in obedience.

“Just until tomorrow.” You said as the detective’s assistant just arrived with the warrant. “I’ll take care of that.” Grabbing the folder from the assistant, you immediately exited the office and went straight to your car leaving the other dumbfounded, and Jisung initiating them to go out. You head straight to the hospital and screwed the traffic. Things were running in your mind like how did Seungmin become the person of interest? He looks so innocent to be a criminal and too unbothered about the law. Or so you expected him to be. You tightened your grip on the wheel cursing the stupid traffic when you have to see Seungmin now. The murder case that has occupied last week was a bit confusing to you and the officers took 3 days to find someone capable, and not the last person you wanted to put in jail.

“Excuse me, do you know where Doctor Kim is?” You asked the nurse at the front desk.

“Do you have any appointments with Doctor Kim, Ma'am?” The nurse asked back as you sighed.

“I'm his lawyer, I need to see him now. Like right now.” You argued as the nurse went to call in his clinic. It made you a little bit pissed off, not because of the attendant but the fact that why is Seungmin involved with the murder. It's just like he started working in the law firm just months ago and it doesn't make any sense at all.

“Ma'am, Doctor Kim is currently making his rounds, you have to wait for an hour.”

“What? An hour?” You exclaimed but, the nurse couldn't do anything about it and you ended up waiting for him at his clinic.

Exhausted at the fact of waiting and sleep-deprived, you took a seat noticing how clean his area was, organized records of his patients inside the shelves in color-coded folders, a minimalist desk with his glass nameplate on it, and tools were neatly arranged on the other table above a white cloth. Nevertheless, you were just amused and flopped on his couch which basically is for his patients but there's no one around and his assistant just left the moment you arrived. Being sleep deprived human being, you decided to take a nap to ease the one-hour wait for your most awaited colleague. Seungmin has been so busy and his room is so quiet.

The latter on the other hand is recording his patient's recovery in one room above his office, glasses tacked above his nose as he scanned the dextrose IV. And by the time he clicked his pen, he formed a smile at the patient, and rest assured they'll be discharged soon. Seungmin handed the nurse the record and left the ward. This was his last-minute for his morning rounds and he needed coffee for a break. He's been going with sleepless nights too, attending meetings with the other doctors, studying his patients' conditions and of course, he has his law firm clinic sideline when he doesn't have to go to the hospital. It was kind of weird to attend a law firm rather than an independent clinic but Seungmin just wanted to have something to take care of.

He went down a few floors via elevator and went straight to a vending machine near his office. After choosing some decent coffee, a sigh escaped from his lips, wanting an iced Americano. The heels of his shoes were audible enough in a quiet hallway as he walked towards his office, sipping onto his delighted drink. When he was about to open the door, he stopped after peeking through the glass and saw your shoes. It was so familiar at a first glance, yet hesitated to enter. But he knew he could trust you.

“Y/N.” He called, closing the door behind him which made you woke up, fixing yourself to look decent.

“Oh, you’re here.” You said, sitting up straight.

“What are you doing here? I didn’t know you were coming.” He asked, walking towards his desk and placing his cup of coffee.

“Are you hiding something from me?” You asked, taking the folder from your bag. Seungmin furrowed his brows as he took off his lab coat, placing it on his swivel chair.

“Hiding?” He asked back being confused. “I’m not hiding anything?”

“No? Then what’s this?” You retorted slamming the folder on his desk. Seungmin sighed as he took off his glasses, took the folder, and read the documents. But then suddenly, he laughed making you glared at him. “What’s funny?”

“This is bullshit Y/N.” He smirked. “Where did you get this?”

“Did you do this?” You asked again, standing up from your seat. Seungmin placed the folder on his desk and leaned forward, with his hands on the edges of the table, and gave you a direct, mesmerizing, serious, look.

“I did.” He smiled.

“Oh fuck.” You sighed harshly, grabbing your hair. “I can’t believe it! How could you?! And how could you admit it so fast? You’re a criminal? Really? Someone who looks so innocent like you? Fuck.”

“Thanks, but looks can be deceiving sometimes, and if that’s what you believe in the accusations and my statement. Do you have any proof that I’m the killer?” He asked. “You can’t conclude it that easily, aren’t you honey?”

“You, admitting the case is already evidence!” But Seungmin scoffed.

“I’m just a person of interest, am I? They can’t tell that it is exactly me, without evidence. And even if they give me a warrant, still they have to investigate me.”

“I know but there’s still a possibility of you being the primary suspect because of what you said.” You snapped. “But if it’s not you, who is it?”

“Collaborate with the chief detective and the police to investigate. But if I got convicted, be my lawyer.” He said. “But for a lawyer like you, you’re so gullible and having seconds thoughts of me as a criminal. You’re not usually like that. Do you like me?” He smirked again making you caught off guard.

“What?” You exclaimed, feeling flustered. “No! I mean, you’re my friend and we’ve known each other for months now, well, I know I still have a lot to learn about you but you don’t seem to be that person.” You added which Seungmin just took it and sighed.

“Thanks again. But whatever, since that folder indicated a warrant…” He paused, folding his knuckled and brought his wrists together, “Arrest me.” He said looking at you with a sly smirk.

“You’re a literal maniac.” You responded.

“Watch your words, you don’t know how capable I am.” He said in a monotonous tone.

“I’m not scared of you, Seungmin.” But he just chuckled. “I’m calling them to come here and get you.”

“Yeah, you do that.” He said, taking a seat on his swivel chair and watching you get frustrated over the phone call. Seungmin just took one random medical record from his shelf and studied the patient’s background. In your perspective, he looked so calm for someone who’s convicted with the label of being the person of interest, it’s not like you’re jumping to conclusions that he’s the one who did the murder but you’re just having second thoughts about him. The phone call ended in a few minutes as you glanced at Seungmin who is now busy facing his monitor to study further, only a sigh escaped from your lips, and flopped on the couch. “You seemed exhausted,”

“None of your business.” You retorted.

A few moments passed by and Seungmin is being fetched by the police and the detective as well. You were permitted to come with them to represent as his lawyer. For the minute he got caught, everyone was so shocked at the news that the most skilled and kind doctor in their hospital got arrested for murder. Others had a hard time trying to believe it but others don’t seem to care and jump to conclusions in a blink of an eye, while a few of them just started baseless rumors. You sat beside Seungmin inside the car with hands being cuffed. The detective was in the front seat and his assistant started to drive. Seungmin had his eyes set on the window as you traveled the highway to the station. Taking a glance at him, you held his hand making him flinch.

“What?” He asked.

“I don’t believe that you did it.” You said.

“I know right.” He said, smirking, slipping his hand away from your grip making you sigh in disbelief.

Seungmin was guided to the interrogation room and then you again sat beside him. It was quiet and dark at the edges of the room. The light bulb at the center part of the ceiling is too bright for your eyes. The doctor didn’t seem to care and his face is telling everyone he was in the bad mood. The detective sat down with some documents and placed them on the table, sliding the folder in front of him.

“These are photos from the crime scene.” He said. “We also found your camera in the trash.” Your eyes widened about the camera. Documents Jisung must’ve given incomplete documents, leaving the camera as a shred of evidence.

“Are you sure that’s mine?” Seungmin asked.

“It has your fingerprints on it and this, you’ve taken these pictures too.” They added, showing the pictures from the camera. A sigh escaped from Seungmin’s lips and shook his head.

“Are you sure I was there?” He asked again.

“Do you have an alibi to prove that you’re not?” The detective asked as you looked at Seungmin. “You’re free to speak for him, Y/N. Where are you last Saturday, 20:00?”

“I was in the hospital,” Seungmin said.

“He does his job from the hospital to the law firm and I believe he only comes every morning and goes to the hospital by afternoon.” You said.

“How about your night shifts?” The detective asked again.

“I do have my night shifts on weekends,” Seungmin responded.

“Then why did the nurse from the front desk tell us that you ended your shift at 18:25 and didn’t come back?” Seungmin was stunned and got too flustered to answer. You also waited for him to say something but he fell into silence as the detective smirked.

“Seungmin?” You called.

“Can’t answer?”

A loud sigh escaped from Seungmin’s lips as he glared at the detective and his assistant. Seungmin doesn’t really visit the law firm during the weekends because he and Jisung would take it as their off. They seemed quite close to the fact that they went to college together. You didn’t even bother to ask him what he does during the weekends but maybe it’s time for you to do so, besides, Jisung is already on his way to the station.

“You!” Soobin exclaimed, arriving in the room.

“Mr. Choi, you’re not allowed to come inside!” The detective said.

“My father is so kind to let you work as a doctor in our law firm but why did you kill him?! Fucking bastard! You deserve to be in jail.” He said when Seungmin stayed calm as he grabbed his collar.

“Hands off.” You responded taking Seungmin away from Soobin. “There has been a misunderstanding Mr. Choi, please calm down.”

“Calm down?! How am I supposed to calm down when that idiot killed my dad?!” Beomgyu suddenly interrupted the younger brother of Soobin.

“You can’t tell it’s him without further investigations.” You said.

“His alibi says so! He can’t even answer.” Soobin exclaimed pointing at Seungmin.

Soobin and Beomgyu are the sons of the late victim, and soon to the owner of the law firm if their father didn’t die early. Soobin is currently working as the head of the law firm for a temporary position while Beomgyu does all the meetings and evaluations. They happened to be with Jisung who is currently outside the room, waiting for you.

“If you have something to say, say it now!” You told Seungmin but your client just rolled his eyes.

“This is kind of embarrassing but if you wish to know what happened to me that night, fine. I’ll tell you.” He said and sat down properly, trying to give a good alibi to the fuming Soobin and Beomgyu.

“What?” Soobin asked.

“I went out at 6pm from the hospital and went home. I didn’t decide to come back since I was tired of doing my rounds the whole afternoon. I wanted to relax.” Seungmin said.

“By killing someone?” Beomgyu smirked when the former looked at him with a playful look and chuckled.

“If I find happiness in killing someone, you’d be the first to be eliminated,” Seungmin added. “But since I don’t, happiness for me is to rest, and have wild, rough sex with my lawyer right here. Isn’t that right Y/N?” He smirked making you flustered as Jisung made a loud gasp, after setting his foot in the room.

“Oh, so that’s why you’re having a major crush on him? Goodness Y/N, you’re that desperate to have sex?” Jisung said covering his mouth when you punched him on his shoulder. “Aww!” He exclaimed.

“Shut up!” You exclaimed after feeling the heat inside your cheeks and wanted to explode because of embarrassment.

“What?” Soobin asked in disbelief. “Rough sex? What the fuck are you talking about?”

The detective sighed loudly as he exited the room with you following him. Jisung tried to deal with Soobin and Beomgyu on the other hand while Seungmin remained inside with the detective’s assistant. The thing is, they can’t put him in jail yet since there is still lacking in the investigations and Beomgyu demanded more. Soobin would shake his head and get frustrated about why it was taking so slow. Seungmin would have his first trial next week and you were hired to be his prosecutor instead. Jisung would take over you due to his unnecessary sentiments. It feels like you don’t know him anymore. How could he be so direct and stupid?

Everything was dismissed for the day and you went to the bathroom to wash your face. The embarrassment from before wouldn’t escape from your mind. What was he thinking anyway? As if you’d do something like that if you were really close or whatever. You looked at yourself in the mirror as the water drips down from your side bangs to your face and sighed. This has been a busy day for you and you still need to take Seungmin home. You wiped your face gently and fixed your make-up. Jisung was waiting outside with the cute doctor you once trusted, Seungmin.

“Soobin and Beomgyu went back to the law firm,” Jisung said. “I have to take care of Seungmin’s trial for next week, I think you should take him home.”

“Drive us back to the hospital at least?” You asked as Jisung gave you a nod and went to the parking lot first. “I’m disappointed in you.” You said as Seungmin shrugged.

“Y/N, you’ll eventually quit your job after knowing the truth.” He smiled. “But don’t worry, I won’t make things harder for you, and I won’t run away.”

Seungmin went to follow Jisung leaving you behind. He’s actually making you confused and giving mixed emotions but that doesn’t mean you’ll quit his case. The fact that you can’t believe this is happening right now, Seungmin would probably change your perspective and won’t be the last person you’ll throw in jail. It was your job to defend him but thanks to his perverted remarks, Jisung took that opportunity from you. You will get it next time, or who knows what will happen to you for the next few days.

You didn’t go back to the law firm after taking Seungmin home. It was total silence between you two and he didn’t even bother to apologize after embarrassing you in the station. You were upset of course, and Seungmin shrugged it off. Expecting someone like him to have a decent personality but that totally broke the glass. The apartment is quiet this time and it was already evening as you head straight to your bathroom to take a nice, warm shower. Your cut did sting as hell as you wash it but the doctor who treated it is making you frustrated. Who knows what’s in his mind right now and what the hell he’s doing.

Another sigh escaped from your lips as you finished showering and treated your cut. Changing into comfortable clothes, you went to the kitchen and cooked dinner. There were still a lot of documents to read and it’s making you hungry. Today is an exhausting day either, you need to rest. But your job says, no. Good thing Soobin was too kind to dismiss you for today after being so mad about Seungmin. For sure he won’t be getting his job back in the law firm’s clinic or the hospital.

Dinner flew by and now you’re reading the case again. You couldn’t even concentrate even though the neighborhood is quiet and decent today. Seungmin is running in your mind. After all, you still believe that he’s not the one who killed Mr. Choi and you hope Jisung would help you with it. You just have to prove that he’s not guilty. Yet the pieces of evidence found were too strong to represent that he’s the suspect and even the way he speaks.

“Doctor Kim? What’s his case?” A colleague asked.

“Murder.”

Jisung sighed at the conversation as he handed you a cup of water after feeling the stress the moment you arrived in your office this morning. You’re not in the mood to deal with Seungmin’s case right now and of course, you hated the fact of going to work today. But you can’t reject your job and Jisung would whine like a kid if you didn’t come.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“I don’t know but thanks for asking.” You sighed.

“I think you should go and visit Seungmin right now.” He asked, checking the online documents.

“Jisung, I’m so tired.” You said. “I don’t want to see his face either.”

“Is it because of what he said or because he’s a criminal?” Jisung asked again, not taking his eyes away from the big monitor at the top of his desk with his hands sliding the mouse.

“I got over the embarrassment yesterday but, can you tell me about him?” Then that’s when Jisung gave you a teasing look.

“Why are you so interested? You like him don’t you?” He chuckled which made you scoff.

“No, but I know you guys are so close, I just want to know what kind of person he is.” Jisung nodded in response.

“Seungmin is not a bad person for me. I mean way back when we were in college, he loves to read, he excels in academics, he loves baseball and photography, he’s not the type to rebel and had his own principles. His family has also expectations from him but he didn’t let them down. He came from a rich family of lawyers but he proceeded to take his doctorate career. He’s a kind and perfect son, but I’m not saying he’s innocent because I know that we did some bad things before but yeah, Seungmin is just like anyone else in this world too, but, when you get to know him, maybe you’ll change how you see him.” Jisung smiled. “You know Seungmin lived alone now ever since he graduated from med school. His parents went to live overseas that’s why I and our other friends are taking care of him. I think you should too since you’re in his case as well. But whatever happens, even if he gets convicted and proven guilty. I won’t leave him behind, Y/N.”

“I guess you guys are more like a family huh?” You asked.

“Yeah. I mean, when I was left alone, he’s one of the reasons why I’m still here.” He smiled. “We usually hang out during the weekends, we’d go somewhere and have fun.”

Now that Jisung mentioned it, you still need to dive deeper into their weekend activities. But suspicions aside, his words got stuck in your mind as you drive towards Seungmin’s address, it was raining hard, but you managed to get in. There were guards on his doorsteps and CCTVs everywhere. You didn’t remember them from yesterday or maybe because you didn’t pay attention to the details. He’s being watched in his own home, well, he lives in a freaking big mansion but what would you expect? Just like what Jisung said, Seungmin is rich and it’s obvious.

You went straight to his living room which was said to be on the second floor, well, according to Jisung and the guards outside as well. He didn’t go to work, obviously, and someone named Bang Chan took over his shift until he was proven innocent or not. Anyway, Seungmin was drinking wine while watching a movie. You saw him wearing his white robe and his legs rested on the table in front of his couch.

“Hey Y/N.” He said not taking his eyes from the screen when he’s aware of your presence. “What are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to check on you.” You smiled.

“I thought you were mad at me?” He asked as he sat up straight and gestured for you to sit down.

“I am but, I got over on what you told everyone yesterday.” You said calmly.

“It was a joke.” He said, standing up from his seat and going to the kitchen which is just next to the living room. A sigh escaped from your lips as you followed him around, and you admit he’s quite hot on his look today. Wet hair, white robe, and a glass of wine on his hand. Piercings on his ears too, and that serious face while pouring a small amount of wine on his glass.

“It wasn’t a joke for me.” You retorted.

“I know.” He responded and took a sip. “I know you’re here for something, just tell me.”

“Like I said, I just wanted to check on you. I’m not your lawyer anymore right? Thanks to you.” You roll your eyes which made him chuckle and placed his glass on the top of the counter, crossing his arms on his chest, looking at you. “What?”

“I like you though. It’s just that you’re just dense or whatever. Jisung said you’re a strong independent young woman and yeah I believe him.” He said. “Are they pressuring you at perhaps?”

“No, but you are.” You scoffed. “I know my job is quite stressful but when I knew about you, it became heavier for me. I’m so disappointed in you.”

“Oh baby, you have to prove me guilty first.” He smirked. “What if I’m not the killer?” He added as you smiled, leaning towards him, trying to lessen the gap between your faces.

“Try me.” You whispered as Seungmin stared into your eyes but he could help but to glance at your lips and go back to the former.

“I sure will.”

His lips landed on yours making you caught off guard, but it tasted like wine and you suddenly feel intoxicated with it that you gave in so easily. It felt warm and gentle at first as he held you close to his body but it became more sensual when you felt his hand squeezing your ass which made you push him away.

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked with your cheeks burning red.

“I want you to do something for me.” He said leaning on the counter.

“I’m not doing anything for you.” You retorted, glaring at him but Seungmin doesn’t seem so bothered.

“I know you would say that but I guess I have to force you in my way.” He smirked. “I hope you won’t regret working for that law firm Y/N.”

“Why would I?” Scoffing at the sight of him, Seungmin smiled, cupping your cheeks, brushing his lips onto yours. Your heart started to beat faster as he started on your eyes.

“Why don’t you find it yourself and then I should tell you what I know.” Placing a soft kiss on your lips, you’ve been dying to know what Seungmin has been talking about and why is he being so weird? As if he knows something about your life. Jisung is being mysterious as well, both of them are not telling you enough to prove your suspicions. Besides, Seungmin doesn’t even share his agenda during weekends and the latter just said only a few.

Seungmin lifted you up to sit down on his counter, not minding his glass of wine scattered on the floor as he deepened the kiss. You couldn’t push him away either, there’s something about him that makes you hooked and weak this time. Jisung knows about your stupid crush on Seungmin but it wasn’t as much as that you would be head over heels with him. You don’t even expect him to like you back or anything in return, but making out with you is unexpected.

Your lips molded together as you tasted the taste of his wine as he stood between your legs while your arms wrapped around his neck. Seungmin tried to take off your blazer and unbuttoned your blouse. Being mesmerized as you are, you didn’t even bother to protest and let him do everything. Your clothes fell on the floor, leaving you with only your black lingerie. His lips traveled down to your neck squeezing your boobs making you leave out a soft moan. A smirk was formed on his face as he kissed you again, carrying you to his bedroom, and locked the door. You felt his soft mattress behind your back as he hovered over you, spreading your legs for him to kiss you better.

“Hmmm…” You moaned in his lips as he slid his fingers inside your panties feeling your wetness making you tremble beneath him.

“You’re so wet for me baby.” He said licking your lips, sliding your panty off. “If I fuck you right now, will you quit your job and work for me?” But you didn’t get to answer when you saw him tear a sachet of condom, slide himself in, and started to thrust inside you.

“Make me…”

“Sure I will.” He said capturing your lips again as he thrust himself slow and deep. You held his nape closer to yours deepening the kiss as he managed to unclasp your bra, removing everything, and ended up on the floor, even his white robe. “I didn’t know you’re hiding something more beautiful than your face, Y/N.” He added, leaving wet kisses on your neck, traveling down to your chest until you felt his lips sucking your nipple while squeezing the other. A lustful moan escaped from your lips as Seungmin thrust himself faster. You dug your fingers on his bareback making him groan above you keeping his pace between your legs. “Fuck, you’re tight!”

“Aaahh... Seungmin!”

A torrid kiss came to your lips as he held your cheek, your hands grabbing his hair, preventing yourself from screaming in his kiss but his movements tell you otherwise.

Seungmin kissed your forehead as he fixed the covers enough to make you warm. He even pulled you into a tight hug and start stroking your hair, you managed to smile, giving him a soft kiss on the lips making him giggle.

“Are you okay?” He asked as you gave him a nod.

“Why do you want me to quit?” You asked him back kissing his shoulder.

“Will you believe me?”

“What is it?” Seungmin smiled, kissing you again. His lips were soft and gentle not like the last time. It feels so warm and sweet, which you’re starting to love. Which is kind of impulsive of you to make him take advantage of you just a few moments ago. You didn’t mind, it’s Seungmin after all. You didn’t care about your job so suddenly that you just wanted to melt on his bed. It's kind of funny how having sex with him made you change your perspective too fast.

“You want to know the truth?” His eyes landed on yours as you gave him a small nod. “Y/N, if I tell you everything, you won’t turn your back from me right?”

“Seungmin just tell me…” Seungmin kissed you again but just like a few seconds ago, you can’t refuse his lips being on yours. Even if you wanted to know what he meant, you guessed he’s not ready to tell you everything.

“It might sound so quick and stupid but I love you…” He said between the kiss when you just smiled and went to kiss him deeper.

Later that evening, you went home and took a shower. Scenarios from his mansion flashed in your mind making you shiver under the hot bath. You can still feel his touch on your body and started to squeeze your boobs sliding your other hand down between your legs, caressing your slit making you wet. Biting your lip, you laid your back inside your bathtub, spreading your legs, inserting your two fingers inside you while playing with your nipples. You tried not to moan loudly and continued to pleasure yourself imagining him fucking you. The thoughts of what happened are making you crazy to the fact that you made your fingers fasten their pace as another lustful moan escaped from your lips, pinching your nipples hard.

“Hmmm… fuck. Just why…” You groaned licking your wetness from your fingers, breathing heavily. Closing your eyes, you stayed inside the bathroom for 30 minutes trying to relax yet staring at your wall, letting the hot water hit your naked body isn’t helping to minimize the thoughts of Seungmin touching you. You’re supposed to think about his case because his first trial will occur a few days from now. Besides, you knew Jisung has been working on it and you only have to prove him guilty or not. But the words from earlier made you feel something different. You wanted to know what’s he is hiding or what he and Jisung are hiding from you.

You pinched your cheeks trying to get back to reality and washed yourself. It’s going to be a long night filled with Seungmin and his mysterious background.

Jisung saw you in your office spacing out on a paper that is supposed to be examined by you. After being hired as the prosecutor, you just wanted to say he’s not guilty and the case closed. But to your sorrow, you have to see him in the court. Jisung cleared his throat trying to distract you, which it did.

“Seems like you’re too occupied.” He said. “Did something happen when you were in his house?” Your cheeks turned red and started to fan yourself using the documents.

“No. What makes you think of that?” You chuckled nervously.

“Seungmin told me that you stayed there for a while. Did you find something suspicious?”

“We just talked.” You lied. “But I didn’t get much.”

“Bummer.” He sighed.

“How’s the case going by the way?” You asked trying to change the subject.

“The police didn’t find anyone aside from him Y/N. I think they’re trying to take Seungmin to jail. But I have my own suspicions though.” Jisung said, thinking.

“Like what?”

“I wasn’t with Seungmin last Saturday but he told me he was doing something important, I mean I don’t know where he went but it’s impossible for him to show up at Mr. Choi’s residence in that kind of hour. I would say he stays home during the weekends and study,” He answered which you gave him a disappointed look.

“I thought you’re going to say something that would help me prove that he’s not guilty.” You scoffed.

“I am, he doesn’t even like guns,” Jisung said. “I would say, he’s not, and he’s framed. You didn’t find anything suspicious in his house right?”

“How would she find anything in my house when I’m having sex with her?” Seungmin suddenly came making Jisung almost scream.

“What?” He asked.

“Seungmin!” You exclaimed. “What are you doing here?” It was just him, no one else.

“I’m trying to check on you after what happened yesterday.” He smirked.

“No, I mean how did you get here?” You asked again.

“I ran away, but this will be only temporary.” He chuckled.

“Is that why you’re spacing out?” Jisung asked. “Wow, Seungmin, I didn’t know you would hook up with Mr. (y/f/l/n)’s daughter.” Jisung snickered when he realized what he just said. He stopped in his tracks and looked at you having wide eyes in shock.

“Who?” You asked. Seungmin suddenly glared at Jisung. “You guys know my dad? What do you know about him?”

“Actually…” Jisung started with you starting to tremble in shock.

“Shut your mouth,” Seungmin told him as he looked at you. “Y/N, we’ll explain later, I promise.” He said as he held your shoulders, trying to calm you down.

“Why do I have to wait? You told me you’re going to say something to me. Is it about him?” You asked, trying not to break down but tears started to form from your eyes. Jisung felt guilt upon slipping a disclosed information that only goes to him, Seungmin, and the rest of their friends.

“Han, Hyunjin’s outside, tell him to park the car at the back of Y/N’s office. We need to go.” He said.

“What if someone sees us?”

“Just pretend that you left.” Seungmin glared at him making Jisung pack his things and left the office. Your legs felt weak as your brain is trying to process what was going on.

“You have to tell me what’s going on.” You told Seungmin as he pressed his lips on your forehead.

“I will just come with us.” He said when Hyunjin suddenly parked his car at the back of your office. Jisung signaled you to come out as Seungmin opened the window, pulling you outside. Opening the door of the car, Seungmin pushed you inside as Hyunjin stepped on the gas and drove away. Being undercover is such a hassle, good thing they both managed to pass the guards at the parking lot, but you were still in shock about the thing Jisung just spilled.

“We’re in the car, what’s stopping you from telling me now?” You asked, glaring at Seungmin. Hyunjin and Jisung both glanced at the rare view mirror as the latter sighed.

“Should’ve stopped my mouth for spilling something too soon.” Jisung laughed it out but Seungmin rolled his eyes.

“Shut up.” He said.

“You’ve been spying on Y/N and the law firm for months now Seungmin. Now that this idiot beside me cannot be entrusted with secrets just spilled it out, I think you should explain why Y/N and you got accused of the homicide.” Hyunjin said trying to focus on the road. He seems so unfamiliar to you and you can’t deny that red hair suits him.

“Is hooking up allowed?” Jisung asked.

“Shut up Jisung, please.” You scolded making the former pout.

“Listen Y/N, whatever the things that you will know in a few minutes might shock you even more but please, trust us on this.”

The four of you entered the mansion and headed to Seungmin’s office on the third floor. Jisung assisted you to sit on the sofa as Seungmin and Hyunjin sat across from you. There was silence and constant staring at each other. Seungmin took a deep breath and drank a few amounts of water as he proceed.

“You see, I’m a consigliere.” Seungmin started,

“A what?!” You asked.

“He’s part of a mafia, and most specifically, Bang Chan hyung’s adviser, our boss,” Hyunjin responded.

“You guys are part of the mafia? Did you kill my father?!” You asked, standing up from your place when Jisung tried to calm you down.

“Easy Y/N, that’s why we’re doing this is to explain everything,” Jisung said pulling you down to sit.

“Girl, let me just elaborate on everything.” Hyunjin rolls his eyes, Seungmin is too nervous to speak. “Seeing Seungmin being like this towards you is not actually part of the plan. The things are like this, Chan hyung already knows what’s going to happen to Mr. Choi that’s why Seungmin disguised himself to be your resident doctor, but of course, he is eligible. Second, the death of your father involves Mr. Choi as well. Third, we have been spying on you ever since Seungmin started to work there. Fourth, we already know who killed your father but the one who killed Mr. Choi is still under investigation.”

“We just wanted you to work as Seungmin’s prosecutor until we find the one who did the crime,” Jisung added.

“I have so many questions but does that mean Seungmin is innocent? Right?” You asked.

“Seungmin was framed, his camera was stolen and was used by the killer. They couldn’t trace who did it that’s why they found his fingerprints instead. And the sad thing is, you can’t call him as a witness because he himself is being accused as an offender.” Hyunjin explained.

“You can be his witness and Jisung can provide evidence for him.” You said.

“We can do that, but, Soobin and Beomgyu will turn him in for sure. Seungmin can’t go to jail.” Jisung said.

“Right, what do you want me to do about it?” You asked, looking at Seungmin.

“Play as my prosecutor on my first trial, it’s in a few days, but we will find the real killer for this case. The police are so slow and they’re focusing on me for now.” Seungmin responded making you sigh heavily.

“Okay, but first, where were you during the time of the murder?” You asked.

“I was in our warehouse, I was with Jeongin and Minho hyung, trying to get a glimpse with our alleged suspects,” Seungmin answered.

“You could’ve said that to the police when they interrogated you.” You sigh.

“They can’t know that I’m a part of the mafia, Y/N.” He said rolling his eyes. “If you prove me innocent after my first trial, quit your job and work for us.”

“You’re going against the law! You didn’t even tell me about knowing my father and his death right? You exclaimed.

“You being in this household is already against the law,” Seungmin argued. “Being involved with someone like me is already a crime.”

“Fuck! I know!” You yelled. “Why are you keeping me here? You can you just tell me every fucking thing I need to fucking know now!”

You kicked the door as you made your way out as Jisung tried to call you. They already explained everything about it and you needed some time to process all of it. You got mad at Seungmin of course, and who the hell that Bang Chan who started the plan. Hyunjin didn’t even care. It turns out that the owner of the law firm killed your father years ago because of some agreement. You knew your father was a journalist and he was willing to expose the corruption Mr. Choi made in the government and supplying illegal drugs. The law firm was just a cover and he tried to clean himself by paying the media a big amount of money, even after the assassination of your father, it was all hidden under the rock and of course, money to keep everyone shut. But Seungmin knew about the case and decided to lay low until he can speak to you.

Your protests during the case became useless and nobody listened to you until you decided to be a lawyer and started working at the law firm, without knowing that the old man who accepted you was the one who killed your father. Now that he’s dead, you can’t do anything about it and find the one who killed him. You wanted to scream at the fact that you’re so mad and you want to punch someone on the face but you can’t. Being angry can drain your energy. You just have to keep close with Seungmin now and cooperate with the rest of his group. Who knows what will happen next?

And you’re too curious why Mr. Choi was killed and who killed him.

Seungmin on the other hand sighed heavily after explaining everything to you while Hyunjin tried to console him. Jisung already called Chan who is taking Seungmin’s rounds at the hospital, telling him that you already know, then he, called for a meeting that night. Meanwhile, you went back to your office and tried to organize your thoughts by reading Mr. Choi’s case all over again. But this just made you more upset. You wanted to do something but in some cases right now, it’s hard to move without basis, besides, the culprit is already dead and if those people who are part of the mafia would represent as witnesses, the court will only question them.

The whiteboard was displayed in front of the desk as Hyunjin tried to trace every piece of evidence and persons of interest. Starting with his remarkable red hair and black marker, everyone anticipated his announcements.

“We have two suspects for Mr. Choi’s assassination.” He started as he gestured to the board. “His two sons, Soobin and Beomgyu.”

Chan stared at his notes and reviewed a few documents to study further about the case and Seungmin was polishing his gun. Jisung was with you at the office trying to console you either but you wanted to stay alone, he just went to his desk and listened to the meeting as Felix was streaming it for him. Jisung took his time to be serious in this meeting and Hyunjin has been giving good points towards the possible suspect. He can’t help but take a few glances at you to see how you’re doing because he will tell Seungmin about it later. A sigh suddenly escaped from his lips as he continued to guess who among the two would be the killer.

“Jisung and Seungmin found pieces of evidence, first, the camera from Seungmin’s house was stolen and bases on the CCTV footage the thief has a lean body and tall—”

“I think I know who,” Seungmin said as Hyunjin looked at him.

“Who?” Hyunjin asked.

“Hmm, Seungmin will reveal that person later, continue Hyunjin.” Chan said, keeping his eyes on the pictures from the crime scene and from Seungmin’s surveillance camera.

“Well you can just tell us if you know,” Hyunjin said.

“Keep talking,” Chan argued which made Hyunjin gulp onto his saliva and continued. Jeongin on the other hand is busy tracking the two persons of interest on his computer as Felix kept a serious face. The rest of the members were too occupied with Hyunjin statements but Seungmin suddenly fired towards the picture of his alleged prime suspect. Everyone was stunned and even Jisung’s ears got struck by the sound. A smirk was formed on his face as they looked at who it was.

The next day, you didn’t see Jisung coming to work in the law firm, but Soobin told you that the trial must go on and they’ll come later. And as you were preparing for the trial, your phone beeped loudly, indicating that you forgot to put it on silent mode. It was a message from an unknown number. Furrowing your brows, you clicked on the message and saw a video attachment on it, a small sigh escaped from your lips after expecting it would be another random video from a troll after your number is being exposed to social media because of your job. But hence, it was something far from a usual spam message. The video has got no thumbnail as you proceeded to click and watch. The expression of your face changed from calmness to horrified, you even dropped your phone and covered your mouth in shock.

“Y/N?” Soobin suddenly called outside your office. You quickly calmed yourself and looked in his direction, flashing a small smile.

“The trial will start in 5 minutes, my brother is also on his way now.” He smiled.

“Yes, Mr. Choi.” You said as you walked out and head to the trial court with him.

Soobin got busy with his phone as you were spacing out for a bit. You didn’t get to see Seungmin after you fled from his mansion and Jisung has gotten so busy. Sure you had small talks going on for the last two days but it wasn’t enough. He just sent you some documents to further assist the case and how would you claim him as guilty or innocent.

“Nervous?” Soobin asked as you shook your head.

“Not really.” You chuckled sheepishly.

“I just hope we could figure this out today and kick him in jail.” He sighed as he entered the courtroom with you behind him. Surprisingly, Seungmin was already inside with Jisung, and you went to your place. Both Jisung and Seungmin looked at you as you nodded in agreement. Even though the lack of communication sucks, everything was already planned. They both smiled at you as the judge entered. Your assistant prepared the projector and the white screen to be able to present your PowerPoint presentation comfortably, and when the judge gestured you to speak, you signaled your assistant to start the presentation.

“The case of Choi Seok, 72, male, was a horrifying crime that happened at 20:00, Saturday *insert date*, in the 7th Street XXXXX Village, the cause of his death was—” But your statement was stopped when your assistant’s computer was hacked and the video you saw earlier came to play. Soobin froze on his seat at the sight of the people involved.

“What is happening?” He asked as Seungmin smirked.

The content of the video:

4 men entered a room with a briefcase, they were all wearing black and sat in front of a wide table, holding their guns in place, Seungmin and Jisung were the two of them, you can’t see their faces but based on their bodies built, you’re sure it was them, including Hyunjin, hiding his gun inside his coat. The other one was probably Chan, their boss.

“It’s good to have you here.” Another familiar voice said with his chair, facing away from the camera. Jeongin probably hacked the surveillance camera inside that dark office. “Welcome to my hideout, Wolves.” The same voice has said and quickly turned his chair to face front.

“Beomgyu?” Soobin whispered underneath his breath.

“We’re going to cut it short, why did you frame Seungmin for killing your own father?” Chan asked.

“Oh, sorry, my bad. Did it hurt your little puppy?” Beomgyu smirked and laughed when both Hyunjin and Jisung pointed their guns at him. Beomgyu’s guards were quick enough to respond and held theirs too.

“Chan is asking why, and I will not hesitate to shoot you right now if you keep this bullshit going, you bastard!” Seungmin exclaimed, pointing his gun towards Beomgyu’s head, but then again, the former smiled.

“I don’t think so. After all, being close with Mr. (y/f/l/n)’s daughter made you braver eh? How much more if she knew about what my father did to him.” Beomgyu said.

“She already knows, just tell us why you did it and why the fuck you framed me for it,” Seungmin said glaring at him when Beomgyu just rolled his eyes.

“Why would I tell you?”

“If your older brother finds out you killed your father, he will kick you in jail for sure,” Chan said.

Soobin folded his knuckles as he buried his nails on his palm because of anger and disappointment while watching the video. He couldn’t believe it.

“You trespassed in my mansion, stole my camera, went home and killed your father, you even took pictures and disposed them to the bin making me look like the suspect! I’m sure you have your reasons.” Seungmin said.

“Since you’re so annoying, I’ll just tell you but, I will make sure that you won’t come out here, alive,” Beomgyu responded.

“Sure. But you will die first.” Seungmin smirked.

“Put your guns down, then I will put mine down as well.” He said when Chan gestured the three of them to ease their position. Jeongin and Felix are watching in front of Jeongin’s laptop while Minho and Changbin was outside the dark office, guarding the area. “I know that you already know about why I targeted you instead of leaving no suspect behind, simple, your father is the reason why my dad’s law firm is almost ruined, that’s why we have to hire your girlfriend to bring it up again. But what a small world indeed, her father exposed my dad that’s why her father has to go, and as for my own benefit, I had to eliminate him because Soobin will take over the firm. My dumb older brother? Really?! That fucking goody-two-shoes! My father’s favorite child while I’m being left alone under the shadows! You don’t know nothing!”

End of the video.

Soobin held his forehead as tears suddenly start to form in his eyes. He wanted to keep calm, he didn’t know much about it. Beomgyu pretended to be away during the crime and came home a few minutes before he did and acted like he was innocent. The door suddenly opened as Beomgyu was being dragged by Chan and Hyunjin, and his suit was covered with blood after trying to run away from the Wolves.

It was that night after the meeting when they decided to head into Beomgyu’s hideout. The gunfire Seungmin did, triggered the others to attack. While interrogating Beomgyu, his guards already lined up outside and caught them right after the meeting. The four of them were dragged outside the warehouse, Jeongin and Felix were caught from the rooftop, and Minho and Changbin also got dragged. They were made to kneel down after being circled with Beomgyu’s guards as he stood up in front.

“I guess I have to see you die at this point.” He said.

The guns were pointed at their necks as they were caught as a hostage but it doesn’t mean that they let them do whatever they want. Hyunjin was too quick to recover his gun inside his coat and hit a guard at the back of his neck as the others flee from the other guard's grip, taking out their guns. They were surrounded by a bunch of delinquents and they were only 8 of them, and Seungmin’s gun was pointed at Beomgyu’s.

“Don’t kill him, we need him alive,” Chan commanded as a guard took Beomgyu away.

“Seungmin, get him!”

Seungmin ran off and went to follow Beomgyu and his two guards while firing their bullets towards the former’s direction. He tried to hide to avoid the bullets and managed to dodge them as he ran after them. The others were also firing their guns at the opponents and dodging every single fire.

“Han, follow Seungmin, we’ll cover you,” Chan added as he went to fire. Jisung immediately fled as Chan shouted, fire, to his members. They have a trial to attend later in the morning. Seungmin on the other hand managed to kill one of Beomgyu’s guards and hid behind a barrel. He leaned on the cylinder as he craned his neck to see his opponent, Beomgyu has fled already and when he sensed that his guard is slowly approaching, a sound of the gun was heard. It was Jisung who managed to target the man on his chest.

“Thanks, bro,” Seungmin said.

“You’re welcome. Where’s Beomgyu?” He asked.

“I don’t know, he must’ve gone out from the warehouse. Let’s find him.” He responded and went to search the area, only to find him sliding himself inside a car and switching on its engine. But too bad it didn’t work because the car is empty of gasoline.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed as Jisung and Seungmin positioned themselves in front of the car.

“Get the fuck out,” Seungmin said pointing his gun at him.

“Make me,” Beomgyu replied when Seungmin fired his gun straight onto his arm making him wince in so much pain. “Ugh! Fuck you, Kim!”

“I said get out!” Seungmin exclaimed as Jisung went to open the door and drag him out.

Soobin trembled in anger as he approached his brother and slapped him square in the face.

“How could you do this to me?!” He asked.

Seungmin and Jisung just watched the whole scene as you tried to restrain Soobin. The judge shook his head in the sudden news and sighed heavily.

“I swear you’ll rot in jail. I’ve been trying to be a good brother to you but you just repay me with this?!” Soobin exclaimed as you dragged him away from Beomgyu yet his brother just stayed silent.

“Sir, you still have to do your verdict.” You told the judge. “Now that Seungmin has been proved to be innocent.” You added.

And the final verdict has made Beomgyu guilty. The trial ended just that and the plan they talked about didn’t actually work the way it is. It was changed when the video suddenly came up and Beomgyu is now going to jail. Soobin got occupied with his brother’s case and wanted to close the law firm for good. But before he could even confirm it, you told him that you’ll resign which he truly understood. Soobin is highly different from Beomgyu, as you have observed and maybe he’ll take his time to get over it soon.

Seungmin hugged you tightly as you exited the courtroom and cried. You couldn’t take it anymore but you were relieved when the truth finally came out. Jisung just smiled as he tapped your back while Seungmin was kissing your forehead.

“Everything is good now.” He said, reassuring you.

“We’ll be at the warehouse Seungmin,” Chan said as he left with Hyunjin.

“I will go with them.” Jisung bowed and followed the two as they exit the building.

“Should I take you home, Y/N?” Seungmin asked as you looked at him and shake your head, wiping your tears.

“I’m not going home,” You said. “I wanted to live with you.” Seungmin was caught off guard at first but he smiled brightly and hugged you again.

“You’re welcome to move in anytime.”

Later that night, Seungmin pinned you on his bedroom wall and started kissing you hard, his hands started to roam around your body, squeezing your boobs, trying to take off your clothes. Your lips molded with each other as he successfully took off your blouse and skirt, your hands removed his tie and unbuttoned his polo, also trying to take everything off. All of your clothes landed on the floor as Seungmin carried you towards his bed, pushing your back on his mattress, licking and nipping your neck, making you moan. His tongue traveled down to your chest as he started sucking your nipples while squeezing the other, you can’t deny the fact that you love it so much and his tongue is making you crazy, how much more when he started to lick your wet folds, spreading your legs wider.

A lustful moan escaped from your lips when you grabbed his hair, feeling the good sensation of his tongue on your clit. He suddenly inserted his two digits while eating you out, loving the sound of your moans inside his room as he thrust them faster. He hovered above you again and started kissing your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him deeper. Your fingers started to play with his black locks, tasting yourself on his lips. You felt his finger slip away inside you as you were about to whine when he thrust his warm cock instead making you moan louder. Falling on your back on his delicate mattress, Seungmin thrust harder and faster, knowing it will drive you crazy even more. Sucking again on your boobs made you bite your lip as he groaned above you.

“Fuck,” He said, still trying to keep his pace on fucking you. Your fingers landed on his bareback and started scratching them making Seungmin go faster.

“Aaah! Shit! Oh… hmmm.”

The rain is pouring hard that night and Seungmin just wanted to make sure that you can move in with him tomorrow. Lying naked and warm beside him, he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to his body giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“You were great earlier.” He said.

“I didn’t even get to say anything.” You sighed, snuggling closer to his chest.

“Still… I’ve seen you do the trials before. You did great.” He smiled, kissing your nose. “Are you sure about quitting your job?” He asked, stroking your hair.

“I already submitted my resignation letter and Soobin is closing the law firm for good. I don’t think I will be going to work as a lawyer soon.” You responded.

“Why?”

“Nothing, what happened these past days made me want to avoid any problems, everything was too much for me and I wanted to get away for a while. Living alone in my old apartment is going to make me crazy.” You added as Seungmin placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“You’ll stay with me starting now, okay? And I won’t let you alone, I promise.” He smiled.

“I love you, Seungmin.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” You smiled at his response and kissed him softly. “We should go to sleep now. You’re so exhausted.”

“Hmm, good night baby.” Giving a peck on his lips, Seungmin fixed the duvet and made sure you were warm as you sleep. The rain won’t be stopping anytime soon.

“Good night, love.”

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If you don't write a sub!kitty taemin fic with mommy kink I am going to sue you. I'm going to sue him and I'll sue God. I won't hesitate bitch 🔫

Tails of a Kitten

note: okok pls don't sue me, I'm already broke. Consider this a special gift to you, since Shinee isn't even on the list of groups I write for

word count: 574

includes- sub!Taemin x dom!reader, mommy kink, pet (kitten) play, choker with bell, tail butt plug, cum eating, dacryphilia

if you like my fics please reblog them with a nice comment or tag

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You wake up to the jingle of a bell ringing in your ears. Taemin’s weight pushes you deeper into the couch as he balances himself on your lap. He rubs his nose against yours and his ass wiggles in sync.

Letting your hand run through his hair, you lightly scratch his scalp as you slowly come back to your senses. He closes his eyes, pouting, and you pull him in for a kiss.

He purrs as your hands begin to wander, tracing his curves and cupping his ass. Taemin was terrible at hiding his excitement, especially when he had to hide it from you. Every look you gave him, every word you spoke, made his little dick twitch in anticipation.

You push one hand down the back of his pants and the nervous boy falls forward into your chest when you pull on the round fluffy tail that is filling him up. He whimpers, drooling onto your clothes as you play with the plug that was so small and felt yet so big inside of him.

“Awhh kitty, have you been wearing your tail all day, hoping mommy would play with you?”

He hides his face, but you can tell he’s blushing and biting his lip.

His cock springs free and hits your thigh as you push down his pants to free his tail, the friction making Taemin bite your shirt.

“Ouch, Min-ie, you’ve got to be more careful! It hurts when you bite me and you don’t want to hurt mommy, do you?”

You spank him and his legs twitch from the sting. Twisting and turning his tail, you watch in amusement as he struggles to stay still on your lap. You swiftly pull out the plug only to shove it back in again and the quick motion is enough to have Taemin crying out and clinging onto your body.

His little bell hits your chest with every push, ringing uncontrollably.

You wrap one hand around the tip of his cock, holding his throbbing head in a tight grip as you repeatedly thrust the plug in and out of his small hole. A patch of precum stains your palm and you make sure to gather every drop.

Taemin’s tears roll onto your shirt as you bite and suck on his neck and you can tell he’s close to cumming by the way his breath hitches in his throat.

“You’re almost there, kitty, just a little more.”

He ruts his hips into your hand, wincing and crying from the pain of being stretched open. His hole grows more sensitive with each thrust, making him see stars. He’s about to pass out when he suddenly lets out a high-pitched scream and weakly cums on your hand.

His worn-out body lays still on top of yours as Taemin gasps for air. You let one hand run down his back soothingly and he shivers.

His hands grasp onto your wrist of the hand that was still wrapped around his softening cock. Pulling your hand up to his face, he laps up the salty substance, purring at the familiar taste. There was something oddly calming about cleaning up his own mess.

You tenderly stroke his cheek with your thumb and play with the bell around his neck. Watching him fall asleep in your arms, you gently rock his body back and forth and kiss his temple.

“My sweet little kitten”, you whisper and Taemin smiles in his slumber.

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masterlist

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miscellaneous stories

✧ •˖*  directory  ❀ ko-fi *˖• ✧

features - charlie's angels (2019), first kill, frozen, mean girls (2024), mib: international, SIX, The Substance and westworld

Charlie's Angels 2019

℘ ELENA HOUGHLIN

→ prompts

elena develops a crush on an acrobat in a traveling circus

     ✧ •˖* ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ℘ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ *˖• ✧

♡ JANE KANO

→ one-shots

when an angel gets her wings - jane kano x fem!reader

y/n is finally getting her wings so the angels take her out to celebrate but things go wrong after a spot of day drinking

✧ •˖* ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ♡ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ *˖• ✧

❁ SABINA WILSON

→ one-shots 

tequila shots - sabina wilson x fem!reader

you meet sabina in your father’s club but the angel isn’t there to party

✧ •˖* ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ❁ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ *˖• ✧

First Kill

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ELINOR FAIRMONT

→ one-shots 

a monster's embrace - elinor fairmont x fem!reader

being alone in bed with Elinor is enough to send you into a philosophical spiral that she only wishes to make worse. 

the devil's touch - elinor fairmont x fem!reader

you meet elinor at a bar but you’re a little shy

✧ •˖* ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ *˖• ✧

Frozen

❄ ELSA 

→ one-shots

let me show you - elsa x fem!reader

elsa makes friends with a lonely girl in the forest and decides to introduce her to the spirits

✧ •˖* ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏  ❄ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ *˖• ✧

Mean Girls (2024)

✎ JANIS 'IMI'IKE

monsters on film - janis 'imi'ike x fem!reader

you ask janis to help with a project

✧ •˖* ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ✎ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ *˖• ✧

༊*·˚ REGINA GEORGE

perfectly pathetic - regina george x fem!reader

when you take an interest in the new girl, regina takes an interest in you

World Burn - regina george x fem!reader

nobody messes with regina george

✧ •˖* ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ༊*·˚﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ *˖• ✧

Men In Black - International

⌕ AGENT M

→ one-shots

car troubles - agent m x fem!reader

reader is another agent on the mission with m&h and she hears when agent m says she’s never been in love with anyone and she’s like I will change that

→ prompts

“what the hell did you do to that poor snowman?!”

✧ •˖* ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ⌕ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ *˖• ✧

SIX the Musical

ꕥ ANNE BOLEYN

→ one-shots

silly little surprise - anne boleyn x fem!reader

reader surprises anne at work

✧ •˖* ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ꕥ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ *˖• ✧

・❥・KATHERINE HOWARD

→ one-shots

in the company of ghosts - katherine howard x gn!reader

Katherine Howard takes a particular interest in the latest crew member of the divorced, beheaded, live tour.

✧ •˖* ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏・❥・﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ *˖• ✧

THE SUBSTANCE

✭ ELISABETH SPARKLE/SUE

→ one-shots;

The Same but Different - Sue x fem!reader/Elisabeth Sparkle x fem!reader

your relationship with Sue is fun and free but things become a little more complicated when Elisabeth Sparkle joins the fray.

✧ •˖* ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ✭ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ *˖• ✧

Westworld

꩜ DOLORES ABERNATHY

→ one-shots;

Welcome To Westworld -Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader, elements of Dolores Abernathy x reader

Y/N and Natasha visit Westworld where they meet a particular blonde.

Series; 

Is it Real - Dolores Abernathy x fem!reader 

Follows the events of Season 3 of Westworld with the reader inserted into the action

✧ •˖* ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ꩜ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏ *˖• ✧

[darling-i-read-it]

Twenty Minutes

Will Graham x reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: smut

Author’s Note: hi yes, prison will could rail me ANY DAY (any will could but lets be real that jumpsuit and hair really did something extra) 

Summary: You convince Frederick for a conjugal visit with WIll

Genre: smut

Song: Motivation by Kelly Rowland 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

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Will had this look in his eyes ever since he went to prison. You had been beside him for the longest time and that look was almost foregin to you. LIke the world had shattered at his feet and he managed to pick up every single piece of glass to make it a picture that was even messier than before.

But he had done it.

So he controlled it.

And that look in his eyes was no longer unstable. It was no longer scared or filled with confusion.

Will Graham had come into his own in prison and how many people could say that?

“Conjugal visit? Please, I know you don’t think he’s the Ripper but everyone else is pretty sure he is,” Frederick said as he sat at his desk. “And may I just say, you look different. A could be different.” You gave him a thinned lipped smile.

“Thanks it's the fact my boyfriend went to jail for serial murder.” You sat down at the seat in front of his desk. You missed Will. And you were curious as to what he was doing at this point. If his mind had changed. You imagined pieces that hadn’t healed yet that weren’t being treated. Or rather, were being treated by doctors with their own agendas. “One visit. Twenty minutes. That’s all I ask. I may even be able to bring you back information if you aren’t watching all the time. If you can assure me that we will have a private twenty minutes I will give you pieces I never gave to Hannibal.” 

“Pieces of Will?” 

“Well of course. Who else?” 

Frederick weighed the ideas here. He thought about the fact that you would likely feed him lies to get Will out quicker. His mind thought about what you would do during that visit and he came up with things he couldn’t imagine a murderer doing to any consenting women.

Then again, you and Will had always been a bit much.

But perhaps you were going to give him secret information. Swap stories of what had happened in secret. Maybe you were just a girl missing her closest friend. 

“You don’t think he’ll hurt you?” he asked. You scoffed.

“If Will murders me that’ll be on me. I’ll sign something so no one sues if you want although I’m fairly certain he won’t lay an unwanted hand at me.” 

“Twenty minutes. And if you fail to give me anything of substance I’ll make sure he has a living hell for the next few weeks.” You smiled. You figured you’d tell him some bullshit story about Will fishing to add to the symbolism of the book he wanted to write. 

“Thank you Fredreick.”

“Anything for you dear.” 

You set up an afternoon and Will had no idea. Chilton was always one for a good surprise and watching Will unsure where he was going was something he enjoyed. You walked beside Chilton to one of the private offices. You had picked it and sweeped it once before for bugs and cameras. You were prepared to look again once you got in.

“You look stunning,” Chilton commented. Your heels hit the floor with a powerful click as you entered the room.

“Thank you. When will he be here?”

“Just a few minutes.”

You looked at Frederick and he nodded, shutting the door behind him. You looked across the place once more and found that Frederick must have kept his words. The room wasn’t built for these kinds of meetings. It seemed to be something of a forgotten office. Two chairs and a desk with bare walls. A bookcase with no books in it. You watched the door for a minute until Will walked in, wearing his gray jumpsuit. 

His mouth opened a tad at the sight of you which turned quickly to a laugh.

“I thought Frederick finally gave up and was sending me to the electric chair.” You and Frederick laughed.

“Twenty minutes.” You nodded.

“We won’t need long. Are you going to take those off?” you asked, pointing to the cuffs. Chilton shook his head.

“Not gonna give up that precaution. You’re on the clock.”

He shut and locked the door behind him. You quickly shut the only window and turned to Will who was looking at you with curiosity. What would have usually been worry or comfort was something different now. 

“What are you doing here?” 

You walked up to him and he backed up a step, hitting the lone desk. You put a hand on his cheek gently and looked into his eyes.

“What is going on in that head? I used to know. Now I feel like it’s so foreign.” Your voice was laced with an underlying lust that Will’s knees started to tremble over. He touched your hair with his hand, the other dangling from the cuffs. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked again.

You kissed him and he kissed you with such force that you almost stumbled over. His wrists tugged at the cuffs angrily and it would probably leave marks later. He moved you so that you were sitting on the desk, kissing him hungrily. 

Your hands ran through his curls and gasped as his lips moved to your chin. You were desperately trying to find out how his jumpsuit came off, struggling with the buttons and the white undershirt. You wanted to touch every piece of him, inhale him as though you would never touch him again.

“Take off your shirt,” he demanded and his voice sent shivers down your spine. You did as you were told and he cupped your breast, allowing you to take off his jumpsuit, kicking it to the ground and off of him. 

“Will your shirt,” you breathed and he nodded, allowing you to take off the white undershirt so that your hands could roam his bare back and chest. He paused and looked at you, right in your eyes. 

And there it was again.

That look. 

Like he wasn’t broken anymore.

Like he was about to wreck you. 

And fuck was it hot.

He put himself inside you and put his hands on your thighs, as best he could with the restraint. He wasn’t being gentle and you didn’t mind. This was nowhere near your first time together.

You gripped his shoulders and was so full of adrenaline that you came like putty very quickly. It didn’t take him long either, the prison time taking a toll on him. 

You breathed heavily against each other before backing up to look at each other's expression.

“Is that all?” he asked, laughing dryly.

“We could go again?” 

“Chilton will be back soon and I don’t know how you got this jumpsuit off me,” he said laughing. There he was. Your Will was still there.

“I’ll help. Lemme just get my pants back on.” 

It took you a few minutes to retrieve every bit of clothing again but you did manage to put it all on by the time Chillton burst into the room. He looked disappointed.

“Did you enjoy your time?”

You put a hand on Will’s beard, kissing him softly one more time. 

“Yes we did. Why, you want details Frederick?” you teased. He chuckled but you could tell he secretly wanted to say yes.

[into-crazy]

Hey there Des☺️💜 So, I saw your answer of the WIP game and now I'm curious. Would you mind telling me about some of your pieces?🥺 Only if you like, of course. How about "make waves", "honey bear", "White Opal Eyes" and "short girl problems". Haha, the last one sounds too relatable😅🤭 I'm thinking of you and sending you soooo much love. Please take good care of yourself💜💜💜

Oh my gosh HIIII SUE😄💖💖💖 How are you doing darling? I hope that you are doing well🥺😌💕

Ah jeez, you sure picked some interesting titles. Man have I got some things to say about those ones😅

So "make waves" is a ledger!joker x female reader fic. It's a bit of a soft smut involving J and the reader in the bath tub together ~wink wink~ aha

I haven't gotten that far into it so I really don't have anything worth sharing just yet so I'm gonna leave it at that.

Now "honey bear" is a Patrick Verona x reader fic that I have been brainstorming but never actually got around to writing. It's currently the first and only idea that I have for Patrick. I don't know where I was quite going with it, and I don't know if I'll get around to writing it out. But I'll never say never.

Below is basically all I've got with it:

Cold and rainy weather had swept into the valley this weekend.

A bear that loves her honey. And every part of Patrick was filled with the sweet, golden rich substance.

Alright now "White Opal Eyes" was a Eddie Brock x Female Reader series that I was working on about three years ago. Yeah.. I know.. And it's sat completely untouched in my files for that long too!! I only ever got up to four parts with it. But around the time I was writing that fourth part, I got more interested and invested in other characters/fandoms. Eventually, I just stopped writing it and I haven't went back to continue writing it. Anyways, it was a super cutesy series and I had a lot of fun writing it. Occasionally I still go back to read it over, so that I can reminisce on what the days were like at the time I was writing it. As for the writing itself, it's very.. bad😅 I'll say that my writing has definitely improved a lot since then. Nevertheless, I'm holding onto it for sentimental purposes.

Here is a little snippet from Part 4:

You had seen a news article on a strange sighting in the city. There were a few other claims and even news casts on it. Stories of a creature made of a dark substance feeding on bodies before disappearing into the night. You brought it up with Eddie, "Have you heard about the sightings in the city?"

"On what?" He asked curiously.

"The black, substance-like one that eats the residents of the city."

Eddie catches a cough in his throat.

She's heard of us.

"Oh that one," he continued, "yeah I've read about it, it made quite the story back at the news station."

"It's pretty crazy, do you believe it?" You asked.

"I-I'm not too sure," he pauses, "Although I'd like to find out more about it."

You're such a liar. No one likes a liar, Eddie.

"Do you believe it?" He looked at you, eyes wide with curiosity.

"I haven't figured it out yet, I've been reading up on it."

Eddie was little nervous now that you read about the symbiote. And he was even more uneasy because Venom was even more pushy on wanting to reveal itself to you. But it read Eddie's mind, and respected his wishes to stay hidden. In time.

As for "short girl problems🥺" I'd say it's pretty self explanatory. But I will say that they are a little more personal, and I've based them off of my own experiences. Although I'd think that a lot of other's can relate to them. I don't want to give too much of the details about it away and I am not completely certain with which character I want to write it for. I will say that I am leaning towards a certain clown with long, greasy green locks and messy greasepaint👀👀

THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN!!💖💖💖 I really appreciate you and this ask😌🥰

[matthewtkachuk]

mistaken identity - jj maybank

jj mistakes you for a touron, despite the fact that he’s been copying your test answers for years and pined after you just as long. will you let him take you on a date to make it up to you and win you over?

warnings: none i don’t think

pairing: jj maybank x reader

word count: 1.9k

a/n: hello loves, despite a rude anon’s best efforts i’m still here. wrote this little something on the plane ride home yesterday night to distract me from 1) the terrible turbulence and 2) the feeling of my heart literally breaking. i’ve missed my little klepto baby, hope yall enjoy this cute lil jj fic. also 10/10 i will be calling my future sig other ‘bud’ and yes i literally wrote @girlsru1eboysdroo1into this, sue me or w/e feedback makes my heart happy.

You don’t quite know how it happened. One moment you were just the girl JJ cheated off of in math when Pope wouldn’t let him, a member of the math team and all around nobody at Kildare High. Sure, you had friends you sat with at lunch and no one really had a bad thing to say about you. Though, if one really thought about it, no one really had a thing to say about you at all - good or bad. You were the definition of a wallflower, content to sit on the sidelines, observing but never interacting fully. The next moment, you were somebody.

Contrarily, you know exactly where it happened. The same place where residents of both sides of the island come together alongside the hapless tourists with only a few goals in mind: drink, dance and find a warm body to cozy up to for the night. This location is, of course, a boneyard kegger at the beginning of summer (one of the first in fact), and those activities are, of course, not quite in line with your typical Friday night. 

It’s your best friends fault you’re here, you muse, hand wrapped tightly around a red solo cup containing three quarters of the warm beer you were handed nearly half an hour ago. You didn’t have anything against drinking, or anyone who drank, your parents were just a little more present than your classmates. You were staying over at Pen’s that night, her mom was really cool, but you couldn’t shake the imaginary hand of your parents and found yourself looking over your shoulder, prepared to drop the cup in the sand and run. Pen had been the one who was adamant that the two of you make an appearance, “you didn’t come to a single kegger last summer, and it’s our last summer before college, c’mon live a little!”. She was nothing if not persistent, and so you agreed if only to get her to let it go.

She had promised she would be by your side ‘the entire night’, but of course fifteen minutes in and she was nowhere to be seen. Also suspiciously missing, despite his two cronies still standing within your peripheral vision, was one Rafe Cameron. You didn’t know what Pen saw in him, she was the literal sweetest person in the entire world and he was... well himself. Of course no one is perfect, she did ditch you after all, and no one is entirely bad either. Since whatever was going on between them started, Rafe hadn’t been bothering you at all and you considered that a win in your books. 

Girl code and euphemisms about female friendships being more important than romantic ones aside, you couldn’t stay mad at her for long and wanted her to be happy. For some unknown reason, he made her happy and you had to support that.

You just wish she had supported you a little and been upfront about you. That way you could have been home, maybe with a book, maybe with netflix. Either way, you wouldn’t be sitting alone on a piece of driftwood slowly sipping on a warm beer as some of your classmates chatted up a group of tourons. You weren’t alone long, however.

You felt his presence before you saw him. JJ Maybank of all people sidled up beside you on the log, toe tapping and hand fidgeting with his rings as he sat silently for all of thirty seconds. Having been in the same class as the boy for more than a decade you recognized his antsy antics as ones that he often acted on in class. If you took a moment to think about it, you could admit that he was conventionally attractive, his whole devil-may-care attitude and golden surfer tan only made him all the more appealing. However, you had known the boy (or at least known of the boy) for so long, you never let that feeling grow into anything tangible. Besides, you were going to leave the small island in the fall and you were never looking back.

The silence only lasted for a minute longer before he broke it. “First time in the outer banks?” the messy blonde boy beside you asked, and you felt the scowl overtake your face.

“JJ we’ve been in the same class since the first grade, and you’ve been cheating off of me in math the entirety of our school careers,” you rolled your eyes and downed the almost full cup before throwing it to the sand and walking away. JJ stared after you with his brow furrowed, brain trying to connect the dots and reconcile you with one of his many classmates. It wasn’t entirely JJ’s (or the six beers he had consumed)’s fault, one could also blame his tardiness and absences for his lack of recognition. And of course there was the fact that you had let Pen dress you up, slap some light makeup on your eyes and curl your hair. Ordinarily the only products you bothered with were sunscreen and lip chap and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d worn anything other than a baggy t-shirt over ripped denim. So maybe you should have given the blonde some slack. 

Or not. “Y/n?” Pope asked confusedly as you stormed past him. The two of you weren’t friends, not exactly anyway, but you were both on the math team and that leant itself to a certain amount of camaraderie. At the very least, Pope remembered your name and that was more than his best friend could say. He reached out with a hand to lightly grasp your bicep, pulling you back towards him and scanning your face to see if he could figure out what was going on. “You okay?”

“Never better,” you bit back, feeling bad instantly. “Sorry Pope, your friend is just kind of an idiot.”

“What did John B do now?” Pope sighed. John B hadn’t had a lot of luck in the ladies department lately and Pope was worried about what his latest gaffe had been. Judging by the look on your face it was bad, like call you by the wrong girl’s name bad. 

“Not Routledge,” you rolled your eyes before continuing, “JJ. It doesn’t matter, Pen ditched me and I'm going home.”

Pope let you go this time, turning toward the aforementioned blond who was slowly making his way over to him. 

“Who was that?” JJ asked with narrowed, red rimmed eyes. Pope laughed out loud, knowing his best friend was about to be incredibly mad at himself. 

“How high are you? The girl you just offended was y/n,” Pope told him, causing JJ’s wide eyes to widen even further 

“Wait, y/n y/l/n? The girl of my dreams y/n y/l/n?” JJ smacked his own forehead in frustration. So that’s why you had looked so familiar. He had never seen you look so put together, and he had definitely never seen you at a kegger or under the influence of any substance before. When Pope nodded, JJ patted him on the shoulder before rushing after your retreating frame. 

He called your first name, watched as you stopped walking and stood in the sand with your back facing him. “I’m sorry, let me make it up to you.”

You turned to look at him, resting your hands on your hips. “High schools over JJ, you don’t have to pretend to be nice to me so that I’ll keep letting you cheat off me in trig.” 

“That’s not-“ he paused, eyes downcast before they flicked up to look at you. You took note of his slightly dilated pupils, the way they were rimmed with red and recognized he was under the influence of something. Gathering courage, he quickly spit out “go on a date with me.”

“I-“ you sighed deeply, eyes rolling up toward the night sky as you contemplated his offer, “you know what? Fine, one date. You better knock it outta the park and blow me away cause it’s your only shot.” You began walking away, back turned to him so he couldn’t see the small grin on your face or the way your hands shook a little. Every girl with two eyes and a heartbeat had to admit to at least a tiny crush on the reckless boy, and you had both of those things. To be asked out on a date by him made you feel special, but he didn’t need to know that. 

“Not that I need it, but you don’t believe in second chances?” he shouted at your retreating back. Without missing a beat you turned to look at him over your shoulder, “this is your second chance bud.”

A few days later had you sitting in shock and disbelief as JJ Maybank admitted his years long crush on you. 

You laughed so hard that you almost snorted, stifling the instinct with both of your hands before the sound could betray you. “You’re trying to tell me you’ve had a crush on me since we were kids? And you couldn’t recognize me because of a little bit of eyeliner?” you asked skeptically, brows raised at the boy who sat beside you on the blanket in the sand. 

“Not my finest moment,” he admitted, grabbing a grape and tossing it in the air before attempting to catch it in his mouth. It bounced off his nose and rolled into the sand, causing you to giggle. He brightened up considerably with the knowledge that he had been able to make you laugh, even if it was with his stupid antics. 

“So, your idea of flirting was what? Copying my test answers and never actually speaking to me?” You laughed at the look of indignation on his face. “You’ve got no game, bud.”

“I’ll have you know I have plenty of game, you should hear what the tourons-“ he began to brag, stopping only when you threw yourself at him, covering his mouth with your hands as you had done to yourself only moments earlier. It was only when he shrugged that you pulled back from

his personal space. 

“Pro tip for Mr ‘plenty of game’, girls don’t like to hear about other girls on first dates. Especially not girls you’ve...” you fake coughed and raised your eyebrows hoping he would get the meaning. 

“Right, sorry. You just make me nervous.” He admitted, rolling his pink lips into his mouth briefly. 

“What, why?” you asked, sitting up on your knees and tucking your hair behind your ears. 

“Are you kidding? You’re smokin’ hot and really smart. Like maybe even smarter than Pope smart,” he paused, “don’t tell him I said that.”

You laughed again, face hot from the compliment as you mimed zipping your lips, “Your secret’s safe with me, I’ll take it to the grave.”

You sat in a comfortable silence, staring at his strong side profile before he turned to you, eyes darting down to look at your lips. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, lip darting out to lick at his bottom lip. 

“Depends,” you giggled, sitting up further and wrapping your arms around his neck before whispering into his ear, “Do you remember who I am this time?”

He laughed, cheeks reddening as he returned your whisper, “I could never forget you y/n y/l/n.” 

“You better not, bud,” you replied, grinning up at him before you captured his lips with yours, eyes fluttering shut as you relaxed in his embrace. 

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[13uswntimagines]

You’re in Wubble Now (Bino x Teen!Reader)

Request: R is Sue and Megan daughter(14 years old) ? Like what is being at the wubble together?

Authors note: Hey dudes, I really don’t know much about basketball, or its players, but I hope you enjoy this! Hit me up with requests, questions or if you just wanna say hi!

You smiled brightly up at the sky, enjoying the way the sun fell on your face. You had missed the feeling of the sun on your face and cleats on your feet for the past 4 months you had spent in quarantine. You were glad that wubble included an outdoor area where you could practice your juggling in. You didn’t want to lose your edge over your Aunt Tobin.

You glanced down at the ball, flicking it up to balance on your toe-box, before starting to practice the various tricks you knew how to do. All the while moving towards the place that you had designated in your mind as “goal”. As you neared the area, you tapped the ball a little too hard, sending it careening over the small fence and directly onto the outdoor basketball court. You groaned loudly as it collided with one Sami Whitcomb. 

“I’m so sorry,” You tried to cover your giggle with your hand, but failed. 

“Trying to take her out so Chicago Sky has the advantage kid?” Jordin Canada laughed, sapping a hand on your shoulder, and you shot her a cheeky smile. You and your Aunt JJ had a running joke that the Stars were your favorite team, though you were rather partial to Portland, just to annoy your mothers. 

“Hey short stack, you’re good with your feet, but are you any good with your hands?” Sami joined in the banter, spinning the soccer ball on her finger before tossing it back to you. You smiled and caught it on the top of your left foot and began to juggle again. 

“Are you kidding me? She’s got Pino’s height and none of Bird’s skills,” Breanna Stewart joked, resting her elbow on the top of your head. You huffed. Yes, you were short, and the USWNT always liked to remind you of that, but next to your mom’s teammates, you were practically a dwarf and they didn’t mind telling you about it. 

Just because you preferred soccer didn’t mean you weren’t any good at basketball. Hell, you and your mom had done nothing but play pickup games in the driveway since the whole COVID thing started. You weren’t terrible, to begin with, but you had definitely gotten better if you did say so yourself. You had even pulled the basketball version of a nutmeg on your mom. Plus, you never backed down from a challenge. 

“I think I could take you,” You smirked, puffing out your chest. The women laughed at your adorableness. They knew just how competitive you were, they had seen it in your determination to make the U15 soccer team, and in all of the stories about you, Sue had shared with them. 

“Be careful what you ask for kid, just because you’re a Rapino-Bird doesn’t mean we won’t whip your ass,” Jordin said seriously, (gently) bumping your shoulder. You set your jaw in a way that they had come to recognize as your ‘I’m going to win any way I can’ face. 

“Sounds like a challenge to me,” Sami laughed at how cute your determined face was, patting your upper back in a way that reminded you of your mom. 

“Oh, you’re on. 2v2 me a Sami vs you and Breanna” You nodded at Jordin, who flashed Sami a wink. They couldn’t let the soccer players teach you everything, now could they. 

****

The game was going well for you, as you and Sami were up by 12, and you were about to extend that lead. She crossed you the ball, bouncing it in between Breanna’s legs. You collected it, realizing that if you tried to dribble, you’d most likely fall victim to Jordin’s marking. So you took the shot, Jumping up just outside of the three-point area. Jordin, not expecting the move, bumped into you milliseconds after the ball had left your fingertips, sending you careening into the concrete floor. 

“You alright kid?” Sami asked, watching as you got back to your feet, and gasping when you turned around. 

“Shit, Sue’s going to kill us,” Jordan mumbled when she saw the gash that had formed just above your right eyebrow, and the red substance that was seeping down your face, staining your brand new Re-inc popsicle shirt. 

“Kill you is more like it,” Breanna smirked, shoving Jordin’s shoulder lightly. 

“And I’d be more worried about Megan,” Sami murmured as she took a closer look at your cut. 

“I’m fine guys,” You grumbled, pulling your head out of Sami’s gentle hands and turning to find the basketball. The rapid movement caused even more blood to drip down your covered face, and land unceremoniously on the pavement. 

“Yeah, let’s get you to the medic,” The women rolled their eyes at your insistence, Jordin grabbing one arm, and Breanna grabbing another while Sami placed a hand at the center of your back to get you moving forward. 

The walk to the First aid room had been relatively uneventful, as the women wouldn’t budge on their stance that you needed to get checked by the doctors (though several other players sent you worried looks as you passed them). 

“I’m going to need to call one of your mothers down here for consent to treat you,” The doctor said quietly, handing you a piece of gauge and motioning for you to hold it to the cut that was still freely bleeding. You rolled your eyes at him and nodded for Sami to call your mom. She was always more level headed than Ma when you got hurt. You should have guessed that they would be together and that they would not be happy to find out that you’d been hurt… again. 

“What the fuck happened?” Megan exclaimed, bursting into the first aid room, racing over to you and glaring at the women who were accompanying you. It was kinda funny cause even though she was so much shorter than them, they all shrunk under her gaze. 

“Meg, chill.”Sue interrupted, stepping between her wife and her very afraid teammates. Megan may have been short but she was called your mama bear for a reason.“What happened?” Your mom asked you directly, crouching down so she was eye level with you, and taking the soaked gauze from your grasp. You sighed dramatically. 

“We were playing a game of pickup, and I got bumped. They freaked out,” you scoffed, waving your hand at the three women who were still covering inter you Ma’s gaze. 

“I think our response was well deserved,” Sami grumbled, gesturing towards you. So maybe there had been a lot of blood, but your Aunt Ash had always said that head cuts always bled more. 

“It was just a scratch,” You rolled your eyes, your annoyance leaking into your tone, sure that if it had been any one of your mom’s teammates, you would still be outside on the field, enjoying the sun. 

“Yeah, like Kelley’s nose during the World Cup,” You am sent you a pointed look, and you froze. 

“I don’t stop in the middle of games,” you grumbled, pouting and crossing your arms, pulling off a flying squirrel impersonation that would make the woman proud, “and plus this is nothing compared to the time Aunt Toby took me surfing” You pointed out, shivering just thinking about the experience. The almost drowning part hadn’t been the worst part, the cuts from the coral on the bottom had. 

“You got caught under a wave and almost drowned,” Sue said sternly, forcing you to look her in the eyes, and grabbing another wad of gauze, as you had bled through the first two. 

“See, this is just a baby cut compared to that, or liked the time I went skateboarding with Emily,” You shot her a grin, and she sent you back a grim smile. 

“Yeah, that time you broke your collarbone,” 

You huffed. It had been Lindsey’s idea for you to try and jump the fire hydrant, and Emily’s fault that she hadn’t cleared the sidewalk for you. If you had followed through with the landing, you probably would have creamed the family of 4 just trying to enjoy their day. 

“I’m going to have to put stitches in,” The doctor interrupted, peeling back the gauze and setting up to treat your cut. 

“You’re not allowed by yourself with our teams anymore,” Megan huffed, glaring at the three women who were watching your interaction with their captain in awe. 

“Hey, it’s not our fault the shrimp-“ Jordin started to protest, only to be cut off by a glare from her Captain. 

“I don’t want to hear it,” Sue said, her voice dangerously low, before turning back to you. “You’re benched for the rest of the season kid,” She finished, cupping your cheek. You closed your eyes in frustration. You didn’t want to have to sit on the bench with your ma. 

“Hey, I’m not that bad,” Megan pouted at you, obviously offended by your reaction. You loved your Ma, you did, but you had way too much energy to not be able to play sports, even though you probably had a concussion. 

“No, you're not,” You said back lowly, and Sue laughed at your sad face. She knew that there would be no way to stop you from playing sports, but maybe the promise of cuddling with your Ma would at least give your cut time to heal. 

“Love you, my dear,” Megan whimpered, placing a careful kiss on your cheek, followed by another from Sue.