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p-taryn-dactyl · 3 months ago

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dudeeee ik ur reqs are open so why not give this a shot and see what u think abt it! since the new agatha trailer came out I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABT HERRRJDID!! so this is abt her! (plus love ur agatha content!! ive read all of em ALL OF EM)

so.. what abt a AU where agatha is the reader's manager and the reader is a famous actor? this could lead to a dark fic or just a wholesome light one! whichever u prefer ill leave it up to u!

~p.s i hope ur feeling better!! have a nice day and feel free to ignore this if u want to^^

a/n: first off, i love ur energy so much omg, and also SAME! the trailer goes through my mind 24/7 and i’m not mad about it! ooooo i love this idea!! definitely have to take creative liberties bc i’ve sadly never been famous😔 word count: 2.6k warning(s): fun fact: i am making all of these things up, if you're secretly an actor keep everything i did wrong in this fic to yourself - slight jealous!Agatha - friends to coworkers to lovers - agatha definitely knows how to communicate - all movies and characters mentioned in this are worlds/stories i have written- kinda rushed ending but then again i feel like everything is rushed - i really hope you like this! thank you so much for the ask and i am feeling a bit better 🫶🏻 - i really can't write kissing my apologies

i was the saint, you used to adore me

You remember when you first hired Agatha.

You were just beginning to dip your toes into the pool of acting, cautiously testing the waters by sending out your less than perfect resume to anyone who would accept. Agatha was the first, and only, acting manager to respond. She too was new to her field, so far only representing people who specialized in car commercials and medicine ads. She wanted a change of pace and your lack luster resume spoke to her. Some part of you still wanders why she picked to represent you, even though in the end everything worked out incredibly well, you wanted to know why she wanted to work with you.

Because now it seemed like she wanted nothing to do with you.

At the beginning, it was like the two of you couldn't be seperated. Outside of work hours, many movie nights happened, sometimes an excuse for Agatha to show you her favorite directing and acting techniques, sometimes an excuse for you to binge watch Sandra Bullock's entire cinematography. You would fill her inbox with emails of dream roles, she would fill yours with links to acting classes if the number of emails in her inbox from you exceeded 1,000.

She was your best friend.

You missed her.

If you had to pinpoint the time when she started drifting away, it was right after you landed your breakout role of Aerin Fey in the movie Pillars, which became a boxoffice hit, making nearly three times the production cost in theaters. Soon, your portrayal of the multiversal anti hero was on billboards, had sequels and contracts signed, had custom dolls on toy store shelves. It was everything you wanted, seeing little girls inspired by you as you either walked down a red carpet or passed them in the grocery store. You loved signing autographs in the signature Agatha and you spent nights perfecting. You loved taking pictures with fans, almost equally as excited as they were, after all your dream was coming true.

All you wanted was to share these moments with your closest friend but soon Agatha started only filling the manager role in your life. No longer did she appear at your door bearing tubs of ice cream to celebrate a role you had been offered, no longer did she let you cry when you lost a role you had been desperate for. Your texts and emails became dry, only notifying you of roles she had sent your portfolio in for or sending you calender invites for interviews and late night show appearances.

All this was swirling in your head as you scrolled through your old texts with Agatha, your eyes becoming watery as you went further into the messages. You sat in your living room on your large couch, a purchase Agatha practically had to force you to confirm. You still didn't understand why you needed such a large couch or house for that matter, as you were the only one living in the space. It was damn comfortable though. You let yourself sink into the cushions, your mind running wild with theories as to why Agatha suddenly cut your friendship off. Sure, you two would keep a professional appearance when seen together on the carpet but you were absolutely certain people noticed the tense atmosphere between you.

"Bitch if you don't answer this door right now I'm going to assume you're dead and call every TMZ reporter here!"

The voice of your co-star turned friend Wanda Maximoff interupted your self pity episode, making you realize that the pounding you had subconsciously been hearing wasn't a sad theme song your mind created for you. No, it was the furious knocking of the red head. You reluctantly got out of your comfy spot, slightly taking Wanda's threat seriously. You opened your door, revealing your friend holding a folder with Pillar's studio name printed on the side and a bottle of champagne. You nodded to the bottle.

"Where's the rest?"

Wanda laughed, nudging her way into your home, bumping your shoulder with hers.

"Oh so it's that kind of day."

Wanda took her place on your couch, setting the bottle on the coffee table and crossing her legs with the folder in her lap. She patted the spot next to her on your couch, a smile wide on her face.

"Now come on, we have to make sure we know the answers to questions and what not to answer!"

You groaned at the reminder of your TV appearance tomorrow. Which also meant enduring the new cold demeanor of your be-manager. Wanda seemed to read your face as you made your way to sit back on the couch. She patted your knee once you were sat, her face a mix of pity and a bit of anger for your sadness.

"Is Agatha still acting weird?"

You nodded while staying silent, not wanting to cry in front of one of your only real friends. Not yet at least.

"God that's so stupid honestly. The least she could do is tell you what's going on instead of acting like a fourth grader who's favorite swing is being used during recess. I know you love her Y/N, I'm sorry."

You both laughed and choked at Wanda's words.

She was right, you loved Agatha. You've loved her since the first time you met her and your feelings only grew and intensified as your partnership continued throughout the years.

But you'd never say it outloud. That would make it real. And if it was real, that meant the woman you loved hated you and you had no idea why.

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Agatha was leaning against the wall of your dressing room, her eyes glued to her phone as she typed furiously. You watched her in the mirror as your hair stylist put the finishing touches on the style that was supposed to look effortless. Almost as if she could feel your stare, Agatha looked up from her phone to meet your eyes in the mirror. You felt heat rise up to your cheeks as your own eyes widened, standing up a little to quickly. Realizing once you were up that you didn't have a reason for such a reaction.

Wanda burst into the dressing room, her red dress sparkling in the light.

"They want us to walk on stage together, shall we?"

Wanda held out her elbow for you to hold on to, winking in an exaggerated way. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Agatha's intense glare at Wanda but decided that you weren't going to let your manager's weird behavior affect this interview. You hooked your arm through Wanda's, playing along.

"We shall!"

Agatha followed behind the two of you, her stare burning into the back of your neck as the two of you walked onto the stage, cuing the raging applause and cheers from the audience. Agatha stayed off-stage, watching with crossed arms and an expression that could take down the toughest of tough.

The lights were burning and bright as you and Wanda took a seat next to each other across from the interviewer. You immediately regretting your choice in seat as Agatha stood across from you in the wings, her stare like ice as it stuck to your skin. Taking a deep breath, you plastered on a wide smile as you were introduced. Purposefully ignoring Agatha, you focused on how the interviewer angeled her body towards Wanda, indictating who she would be asking a question to first.

"Ok, I got to say," Darcy Lewis, the host of this show, threw her hands in the air as if she was giving a confession, "I can't ask any questions about the movie until I get confirmation about something that's happened in your life recently, Wanda."

Wanda smirked, obviously understanding where Darcy was going, You, however, were confused, your eyes flickering between Darcy, Wanda, Agatha, and the audience, hating the feeling. Your smile stayed plastered on, not wanting to reveal your confusion. Wanda met your eyes and reached over to cover your hand with hers, her left hand on top almost purposefully. You looked down to see a beautiful ring with a braided band of gold set with a sparkling diamond of reasonable size.

"Oh my god!" You gasped out, grasping Wanda's hand and bringing it embarassingly close to your face. Wanda and Darcy laughed, the latter clapping as her vague question was answered in a hilarious way.

"I can't believe it's taken you this long to notice!" Wanda laughed out, tugging her hand back to marvel at her ring herself, "I've only been parading it around for a week!"

You flushed with embarassment, a real smile painting your lips as you covered your face with your hands. After the crowd calmed down, Wanda confirmed outloud what the ring symbolized.

"A little over a week ago, my long time partner, who I met on this set by the way, proposed to me in the park we had our first date. Oh, he was so nervous but I couldn't let him finish his speach I was so excited! Obviously I said yes."

You wanted to give your friend a giant hug but decided against climbing over the arms of the chairs, choosing to keep your dignity as you didn't want your dress to ride up too much.

Darcy continued with the interview, the air of the stage light and friendly as you and Wanda evaded questions and made jokes about being trapped in these roles until you're 90. You realized once the interview was almost over that you couldn't feel Agatha's stare on you anymore. Since you had been actively avoiding the spot she was standing in the whole time, you hadn't notice her slip away. A spark of anger lit in your chest as memories floated around your mind. What had you done that she deemed worthy enough to sever your relationship?

You were surprisingly thankful when the interview was over, everything becoming a blur as you made it back home. Wanda had a date with her fiance, Vision but told you that she wanted to get coffee the next morning. You already knew you would be needing that coffee, as you had a few pages of script to begin memorizing for a cameo scene you were doing for a spin-off show of Pillars.

You wanted to just curl up on your couch and binge watch old Disney movies but you forced yourself to walk in circles around your living room, script in hand as you acted out your scenes. A few hours in, you were getting frustrated. Your mind just wouldn't grasp the script, each line entering your mind quickly but leaving even quicker. You were about to learn how to use your fireplace just to burn the papers when your door shook with someone knocking. It was rapid, almost desperate and it sent a sense of urgency pooling in your gut. You practically ran to your door, afraid of what you would see on the other side. Did someone die? Oh god, hopefully Wanda and Vision didn't break up that would be awful-

The door swung open.

It was Agatha.

Her eyes were ablaze with an emotion you couldn't pin point, her hair was a mess but it only added to her beauty, and she was gripping her phone so hard in her hand that her knuckles were white.

You were frozen in the doorway, your eyes wide and your jaw slack. Agatha just stared back at you, her chest heaving as if she had ran all the way to your home. Blinking, you broke yourself from your trance, and against the voices in your head that sounded suspiciously like a specific redhead, stepped to the side to let Agatha in. She barged in, going to stand in front of the couch, arms crossed as she continued to stare at you. Wringing your hands, you decided you wanted to mend what was broken.

"I'm just practicing for the shoot in a week, would you help me? I can't seem to get-"

"Were you ever with Wanda?"

Her sudden question made you choke on your words and you were back to being frozen, the script falling dramatically from your hands. Agatha came to stand in front of you, her face inches from yours. Your tongue was heavy with shock and all you could do was shake your head in denial.

Why was Agatha asking this? Did she like Wanda? That would explain why she wouldn't be happy with you, as you had grown closer to the redhead throughout the years and Agatha didn't.

Something clicked in your mind, reversing your sinking stomach into nervous butterflies.

But if she liked Wanda, why would she be glaring at her? Unless, the person Agatha liked wasn't the now engaged redhead and was-

"Y/N, please, I need you to answer me."

Agatha voice contradicted her body language, her words broken and shaky, as if she was afraid of a potential answer. Her hands flexed in the postition of her crossed arms, as if she wanted to reach towards you. You took a deep breath, preparing your answer.

"Is this why you started avoiding me? Because you thought I was with Wanda? I've only ever been her friend, Agatha and we only grew as close as we are because you stopped talking to me! God, I thought you hated me!"

Agatha's eyes lost their iciness and filled with panic instead. Her hands shot out and grasped your arms.

"Hate? No, I love you! I though the giant annoucment at the interview would be that you were in a relationship with Wanda! I didn't want to ruin your relationship with her because of my feelings!."

You shrugged Agatha's hands off your arms and took a step back.

"So you ruined ours? All because you thought your feelings were unreciprocated?" Agatha's eyes lit up with hope at your words, "Wanda's been with Vision for years, all you had to do was open Google!" You had started to raise your voice towards the end, all your frustration being let out at once. Agatha shrugged sheepishly as she slowly stepped to once again be close to you.

"I didn't want to be right."

Agatha smiled nervously as she brushed a hair from your face.

"I didn't know what to do and I'm terribly sorry for how I acted. God, Y/N, it hurt seeing you with someone who wasn't me. I thought you just wanted to be friends. "

Her whispered apology melted away the ice that had been hardening your heart for protection and you reached up to cup her face in your hands. Agatha leaned into your touch, her eyes closing for a second before opening and almost blinding you with how much hope was shining towards you.

"I loved being your friend and it really hurt me when you took that away but," you smiled at Agatha, shifting to be even closer to your manager, "I would love to be even more."

Agatha smiled softly, her eyes saying everything her words couldn't. Her smile melted into a smirk as she leaned in, your hands falling from her face so your arms could wrap around her neck.

"I would really love to make up for lost time."

You barely had finished nodding before Agatha's lips crashed into yours, consuming you. Her hands now cradled your face as you kissed, her tongue battling with yours. She started walking, directing you towards the stairs, where the door to your bedroom taunted you with it being far. As the two of you stumbled up the stairs, laughter breaking the kiss, you felt Agatha tugging on your dress, the one you still hadn't changed out of. Soon, there was a trail of clothes leading to your bedroom and once you hit your bed, from the look in Agatha's eyes, you wouldn't be leaving it anytime soon.

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a/n: please tell me u liked this bc i loved writing it :) i love this AU idea and would love to expand on it in the future! i wanted this to be a one shot but the potential in this pairing could lead to a series 👀 thank you so much for reading!! hopefully my writing slump hasn't affected my writing too much but i'm going to keep practicing to get better!!

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x fem!reader #agatha harkness fanfic #agatha harkness x you #manager!agatha #actor!reader #famous!actor

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armoricaroyalty · 5 months ago

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For some reason, when she kissed him, he thought of Theo.

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WOMAN 1 | ...for real, I've been like, completely obsessed. WOMAN 1 | Like, there was hardly any wedding coverage for Jacques and Vivi, right? And that was my first royal wedding! I thought it was normal! I didn't know I was missing out. WOMAN 2 | Right? It feels like everyone's been saving up all their hype. WOMAN 1 | Has anyone else been following the dress rumors? WOMAN 2 | [ sighs ] I just hope Emily's dress isn't as boring as Vivi's was. WOMAN 2 | Vivi's whole wardrobe is boring! She dresses like a toddler, it is so unflattering. WOMAN 1 | I know, right? She should ask Lady Em to take her shopping. WOMAN 3 | Lady Emily is soooo gorgeous. WOMAN 2 | She's too good for him. He's always been such a scrub. WOMAN 1 | Whatever! I'm just glad it's a real love story, not just a shotgun wedding. An office romance... [ dreamy sigh ] Like, it could have been me! THEO | [ scoffs ] [ The conversation died immediately, and the silence solidified into something like hostility. Theo turned to see five pale, contemptuous faces fixed on her back, and her heart jumped up into her throat. Fighting to keep her expression neutral and her voice even, she stood and announced to no one that she was going to lunch. They pretended not to hear her. ] WOMAN 1 | ...she is such a stuck-up b-word. WOMAN 2 | Did you know that she used to date Prince Frederick? WOMAN 1 | Oh my god. Her? WOMAN 2 | Yeah. That's how she got hired here after she got disbarred or whatever. WOMAN 3 | Yeah. And her mom dated the King before he married the Queen. WOMAN 1 | Oh my god. She's a second-generation royal girlfriend? Gross. WOMAN 2 | D'you think her daughter will actually land a prince? WOMAN 3 | Why not? [ giggles ] Third time's the charm! [ Even in the warmer months, the gardens at Yew Court Palace stood empty. In February, the fountains were dry and the ivy dormant. Fat crows stirred in the bare branches overhead. Somewhere nearby, muffled by hedges, came the low hum of passing traffic. ] [ It was a food place to be alone. ]

THEO: I am going to kill myself or my coworkers, havent decided yet FREDDY: Nooooo dont do that FREDDY: Id have noone to text if you were dead THEO: Aw, no friends? FREDDY: Nope :( THEO: Pobrecito FREDDY: O baby. Talk dirty to me THEO: Lmao THEO: For real though THEO: Gonna kill my coworkers THEO: Or myself FREDDY: What did they do this time THEO: They are just openly talking shit about me now THEO: IN FRONT OF ME FREDDY: Wtf???????? FREDDY: Want me to have them fired lol THEO: I can fight my own battles tyvm FREDDY: Whats your battle plan? Stapler in jello? Sign them up for boner pill emails? THEO: Find a new job and leave them here to choke on their own incompetence FREDDY: Love when you talk about choking :heart_eyes: THEO: LMAO perv FREDDY: Cant help myself lol FREDDY: Anyway…sorry about your terrible job. Mine kinda sucks rn too THEO: Isn’t your job rn wedding planning?? FREDDY: But it’s not it’s actually mediating between my mom and Emily THEO: Do they not get along? FREDDY: No they get along fine but it’s like. FREDDY: My mom clearly has Ideas (tm) about how the wedding should be and em clearly wants something completely diferent and it is just constant FREDDY: Theyre killing meeeeeee THEO: That sucks. Are you at least getting your own ideas in too? FREDDY: Not really…altho tbf if i was getting my way it’d be like. Courthouse wedding. In and out. THEO: My parents got married at city hall FREDDY: Dreams really do come true THEO: They sure do THEO: Okay this is going to sound weird but...I felt like the wedding plans didn’t really seem like you THEO: if that makes sense? THEO: Like I get that you're a prince but a huge formal wedding isn't your vibe at alllll FREDDY: You know me…my kind of party involves a lot more helicopters and blow THEO: LMAO I thought there was just the one helicopter FREDDY: See this is why we’re friends lol FREDDY: You keep me honest

#sims community #ts4 #ts4 story #ts4 storytelling #ts4 royals #ts4 royal family #armorica story #chapter 4 #behind the scenes #character: theodosia adams #character: frederick st. fleur #character: emily chandra

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adorationmajestic · 16 days ago

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Cypress' TLT Fic Recs (October '24)

Aight. I've never made a rec list before but imma give it a try. No ratings, just praise. No, it's not just halloween/fall themed stuff, that just happens to be what month it is right now lol. Visit the whole list on Ao3: here (link to the bookmarker tag).

I have a few categories for you! Something Hot, Something Long, and Something Still Going.

These are from a variety of years and sizes. Most of them are Griddlehark, but I sprinkled some other pairings in like salt bae.

Next time I'll give something a little more organized and varied. Probably.

First category: Something Hot

Hungry Like the Wolf by Slaycinder - GriddleHark (2 chapters, approx. 13k words) There's two tags that stuck out to me, upon first glance. These were: Local Woman Nearly Dies for the Vussy: Says it Was Quote "Worth It", and Unrelated: have you ever seen needlessly badass artwork of wolves and naked women? I think these two tags do, indeed, sum up what happens quite well. Very hot. Gave me those very special spine tinglies that once upon a time told me that I do in fact like women, vampires, and werewolves. You are never gonna guess what three things this fic has.

Between the Lines by Rohad - Griddlehark (8 chapters, approx. 30k) A modern AU: a stunning look into the life of editor Harrowhark Nonagesimus. She's been assigned to work with one of her publisher's favorite little meow meows, Gideon Nav (an erotic fiction author) (who Harrow hates) (even though they've only ever spoken via email). Harrow accompanies the awful horrible Nav to a few conventions for book signings. This one, in as much as I've tagged it as belonging to the "Something Hot" category, is honestly packed full of feels as well. Harrow and Gideon have to learn how to communicate effectively, and how to interact respectfully, and they learn a lot about each other as well. Rohad's reworking of their respective backstories to fit into the modern day has me FLOORED.

I am a conversation by sluggg - PaulDve (1 chapter, approx. 5k) This work caught my eye with the tag Paul stop quoting Steven Universe it is making everyone uncomfortable and honestly I probably wouldn't have noticed the quotes if I hadn't then actively been looking. Sluggg fits them in just perfectly. There are a precious few Paul/Pyrrha works (and they are ALL bangers actually) and this is for sure one of my favorites.

put some goddamn moves on you (god knows you need it) by hoteyedwraith - CamPal (2 chapters, approx. 23k) This one has a very simple premise, but it really hits home for me. I can relate to Camilla in this modern AU in a very real way, and it felt very very good to reach the end of this work and see the metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel. Cam has a bit of an issue, but she doesn't know what the problem is. But it is fixable, and Palamedes lends a hand.

If you've noticed a theme so far, yes. I like my horny with a pinch of sad. What are you gonna do about it.

Second category: Something Long (For those of us who like em big)

The Process of Elimination by zoicite - GriddleHark (8 chapters, approx. 122k) That Regency AU from HtN! The two tags I would like to highlight are; Season 1 of The Bachelorette: Canaan House and Fake/Pretend Relationship. It is probably a general fanfic staple that every pairing MUST have at least one fic where they pretend to be in love and then slowly fall in love for real. It's a classic, and it never fucking gets old. I stayed up til about 4am reading this for three nights in a row. I'm not a slow reader, by any means, but this one hits different after 10pm honestly (when my emotions are at their easiest to sway) and if you can handle that sort of sleep gymnastics (and you brain works similarly) I would recommend giving that a try.

Cataclysmic Variable Star by Elldritch - GriddleHark (101 chapters, 190k exactly) I stayed up reading this one until I passed out about an hour before my alarm went off. I DO NOT RECOMMEND DOING THAT. This one, you want to have full command of your faculties because this one will make you think. It is a Harrow Nova AU rewriting of GtN and HtN (written before NtN released!) and is a beautiful piece of literature. You want a full night of sleep before grabbing this one by the reins! It is fabulously put together, drawing everything that needs to happen from each of its sources, but with a twist at each turn that you certainly won't see coming.

orbits, eccentric, on course for collision by Stacicity - DiosApate (9 chapters, approx. 76k) The timeline of HtN as told by Augustine Quinque. I might have gone slightly insane and left 800+ word comments on each chapter, which goes to show just how invested I have been in this. Looking at that word count, you might go "Huh. That's not that much, Cy. That's less than half the size of the last one." You would technically be right. But the way with which Augustine perceives time might change how you feel about that. Even if you aren't writing whole essays in the comment section, this one goes by slower somehow. I recommend pulling it up and then having an extra tab open to look up a few of these words in a dictionary. Stacicity has (correctly) decided that Augustine would use a lot of high-level words. This is, frankly, above my reading level (/joke).

Third category: Something Still Going

God Is Dog Spelled Backwards by labyrinthineRetribution - GriddleHark (more than 8k) As of writing this list, this work has 2 chapters. The plot has just gotten started, and I'm intrigued. This title stands out from the crowd in terms of the way it handles the setting (modern AU, somewhere in Aotearoa). Gideon really is the saddest girl in the world, I think, in a very complicated sort of way. I will wait patiently for as long as it takes to see this story develop.

Dividers by enchanthings

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maymayandthehog · 2 months ago

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OKAY. I GUESS THAT'S FAIR ENOUGH. LOOK, LET ME MAKE ONE THING CLEAR UP FRONT, OK? I'M NOT TRYING TO DO SOME KIND OF BACK DOOR STUNT HERE, LOOKING TO WEASEL INTO A PLACE WHERE I ALREADY KNOW I'M NOT WANTED SO I CAN GET "ACCESS" OR WHATEVER. I'M SO OVER THE WHOLE MESS. I DON'T HAVE "REVENGE ON MY MIND" OR A "COMEBACK TOUR" OR WHATEVER. HAD TIME, BEEN FORCED THROUGH INVOLUNTARY PSYCHIATRIC CONFINEMENT, HAD MY WHOLE HISTORY DOXXED ALL OVER THE INTERNET, ALL THAT JAZZ.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO CIRCLE THE WAGONS. I WANTED TO MOVE ON BUT ONE OF THE BIZILLION UNIVERSAL VARIANTS OF YOUR GRUNKLE JUST CRASHED INTO MY LIVING ROOM, AND HE WANTS TO MAKE A DEAL WITH ME, AND I'M... NEVER MIND. THIS ISN'T YOUR PROBLEM.

(@annoyangle)

Candy, cut the stream.

"What? But we haven't even gotten to the Caps for Capybaras segment yet—"

I said cut the stream!

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She pushed back in her seat, wheels scraping against the floor as they fought desperately against a decade's worth of grime, rust, and sugar that had built up their axles.

Candy and Grenda exchanged a look. The emails were blind printed in advance in order to provide a truly authentic host reaction. There had always been some level of risk involved in this, and over the years they had received a few oddball questions (typically signed with a cursive double G), but this was the first time they had to kill a stream mid-response.

One of the capybaras chittered to itself. Grenda set a large box of hats down on the table next to it, and gave it a stern shhhh.

"NOT NOW. THE HOST IS THINKING."

Mabel stood, the abrupt movement nearly sending her chair toppling backwards. Clapping her hands together, she turned to face the two, and gave both a slightly strained smile.

"Girls! It's been a long day, right? We've all worked hard. Grenda, you carried all SIX of those capybaras up here on your shoulders! I know my back would be screaming!"

"MY MUSCLES ARE LIKE IRON, BUT EVEN IRON CAN BREAK," Grenda wearily agreed.

"It's important to remember to bend with your knees," said Candy. She looked a bit uncertain. "Perhaps we could take a short rest..."

"Great!" Mabel began folding the print out, and slid the paper into her back pocket. "We have the capybaras until tomorrow morning. Let's meet early and we can hammer out the rest of today's shoot. It wont be a live audience, but, I mean, given our track record, I think our fans will find it in their hearts to forgive us—"

"Ah, yes, of course, but, Mabel—"

"I mean, twelve years and not a single missed episode. I'd say that's pretty good!"

"Yes, it's excellent, but Mabel—"

"And it's not like we didn't save the world or anything! If nothing else, they gotta cut us some slack for that, right?!"

"Mabel!"

"Errr.... yes, Candy?"

"It's okay. We don't have to finish the episode. We are just... worried! The question—it seemed to upset you."

"Oh," Mabel faltered a bit. Her hand hovered briefly over the small, paper rectangle, then dropped at her side. "No, I'm okay. Just... a lot to think about, you know? School's starting Tuesday and I still have so much to do... Just your typical pre-class jitters. Every teacher gets 'em!”

“You never get the jitters.”

Mabel circled out from behind the table, so that she could throw an arm around Candy's shoulders and begin steering her towards the door. “Haha, what can I say? You’re looking at a more mature Mabel this year! With age comes anxiety! I guess it’s bad enough that one weird email was enough to throw me off my game. But I'll be better tomorrow, promise."

"Hmm,” hmmed Candy.

"I'll let you take the capybaras home,” Mabel offered, weakly.

"YEAHHH! CAPYBARAS!" Grenda flung her fists into the air. "THEY'RE LIKE BUNNIES THAT YOU CAN RIDE!" She reached down and grabbed one of the rodents by its mid-section, then hauled it up over her shoulders. It squeaked.

Candy turned towards her, alarmed. "Your knees, Grenda! Use your knees!"

As Grenda barreled out of the room and down the creaking stairwell, Candy gave Mabel a final look. "Well, so long as you're sure... I suppose we can finish Sunday." She looked down at the five remaining animals. "And they are very cute."

"They're soooooo cute.”

"Okay. Sunday. What time?"

"Uhhh... I'll text you?"

"Right." For a moment, the ghost of a frown weighed down Candy's features, but dissipated as she seemed to reach a decision. Carefully, she began to usher the rest of the capybaras into the hall. "Okay, capybaras. This way."

"Bye, Candyyyy!"

"Goodbye, Mabel. Let us know if you need to talk. Our ears are always open."

"Yeah..." Mabel waved, still smiling as the lock clicked into place. "I know."

Standing in the now empty attic, Mabel sighed and glanced towards the streaming set up. The light were still on, the boom mic still stood by her seat. She navigated back to the table, bent, and unplugged the powerstrip. The lights shut off.

"Okay, Bill," she said, straightening. "I know you're here. Let's talk."

#answer #ask mabel pines #annoyangle

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ladylooch · 1 year ago

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Emma is always a strong and confident, which we love. But can we see a time where Timo has to comforts her?

It is late when Emma comes home from her weekend event. Timo is in bed with Lio on his chest, watching a movie and struggling to stay awake for his wife. He doesn't like to fall asleep before she gets home.

"Hey." He smiles when she comes into the room.

"Hi... Oh, there's a baby in here." She says, surprised to see Lio with him.

"He's got a bit of a fever." He tells her, smoothing their son's dark hair back.

"Oh you could have called me."

"Why? I can give him Tylenol." He chuckles as she comes to sit on the edge of the bed.

Suddenly, Emma bursts into tears.

"Whoa, babe." He holds Lio to his chest as he sits up to pull Emma into his other side. Her wet cheek hits his shoulder, back of her head towards his face.

"I feel like such a failure tonight."

"Why? What happened?"

"I completely forget about a request our client had made to have a champagne toast at the end of the night and he is pissed. Like so pissed that he was threatening to not pay me. I tried to go out and buy some sparkling wine, but it was too late and the event was over 300 people. There was no way we were going to be able to get enough."

"He can't not pay you because of that."

"I don't know, technically I think he could as breach of contract because we signed off on it. But the real problem is he's well known and.. I'm worried. I was really distracted with Lio when I was talking to him and maybe... I can't do all of this anymore."

"I think you're being too hard on yourself. It's one mistake, babe."

"I don't. It's also my fault our son is sick too. I took him to the indoor play place so I could get some work done. That place is crawling with germs but I needed him to crawl on something that wasn't me, so I could respond to emails. I'm awful."

"Lio has a low grade fever because he's teething. I ran my finger to the back of his mouth and he's cutting molars." Emma digs her face deeper into Timo's shoulder.

"I should have been here." Her voices is coated with tears.

"What do you always tell me?" He murmurs against her hair. She doesn't answer. "You're here now." He fills in. "Em, look at me." She pulls back and he puts Lio to the side so he can focus on her. She curls into a ball in his lap. "You are doing the best you can. But our life is a lot to balance. You're going to drop a plate or two." He smooths her hair back from her wet face. "And I'll be here to pick up the pieces with you. What's this guy's name? I'll call him tomorrow and fix it."

"He is a Devils season ticket holder." She sniffs, wiping at her running nose. Timo smiles.

"Consider it taken care of." He leans down to kiss her mouth. God, he missed that mouth today when she was gone. "Go get ready for bed and then I'll rub your feet."

#TM: Loving & Leaving

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toriaurorawriter15 · 2 months ago

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I can see you: A Polin Instagram Chapter 6- The Invitation

Penelope Featherington, You are welcome to join the Bridgeton annual family reunion. On behalf of Lady Violet Bridgeton and our host, Kate Shawarma-Bridgeton, we kindly invite you to stay at Riverside County Villa.

Guests should bring enough outfits for the weekend of August 24.

Lord Anthony Bridgeton will take care of all the expenses.

Please do not let anyone else know about this invite unless the person is in a relationship with you or engaged.

Please RSVP at this address. [email protected]

Receiving a paperless invite for the annual Bridgeton family reunion through her email is a dream come true for Penelope. She has always wanted to go to one since she first heard about the reunion from Benedict.

The Bridgeton Family reunion is a private event that only a few were allowed to attend, and this event is based on invitation only.

It is one of the events Eloise dreads but never subjects her best friend to attending.

Penelope isn't sure why she couldn't go to the previous thirteen.

Yet, she remembers Eloise stating that Anthony doesn't allow people outside of their family to join due to a situation between Ben's college friends and a broken vase in XXXX at some expensive resort in London.

Eloise's explanation is strange because every sibling talks about inviting her, but she never receives one. Until now

The excitement of attending her first annual family weekend with her favorite people has made Pen want to shop for the occasion.

In her mind, she lists several outfits she needs for this weekend.

A new swimsuit for Friday's night pool party, a formal dress or two for the first dinner- Oh! Maybe she can invite the Bridgeton sisters to go shopping with her. Yes, that is what I should do!

Penelope finished her train of thought with a smile upon her ecstatic face as she looked at the invite one last time on her phone before bringing up her text messages.

She looks up her contents and sends a group message to Eloise, Daphane, Francesca, Hyacinth, and Kate before adding Edwina's name to the chat for moral support.

Aug xx, Monday at 10:00 am.

Pen: I just received the Bridgeton family invite. Is anyone interested in going shopping for the reunion today for this weekend?

Edwina: OMG. I just got the first invite to the reunion! Thanks, Didi!

Hyacinth: No!!!! I wanna go! I can't! I am just finishing up my last finals for the week. She texts a Crying emoji followed by a purple and pink heart.

Pen: Aw, Hy! Don't worry. Maybe next time!

Hyacinth: Sends two girls with short hair and black leotards.

Kate: It took some convincing Ant. but you both are considered part of the family. Plus, this tradition needs a bit of revamping. Don't you think?

Pen: Thank you, Kate. I greatly appreciate the invitation.

After sending her a message, a different text message chat opens up.

10:04 am. Private message from Edwina S.

Edwina: Yes, Pen! I most definitely can go. Do you want me to help you catch a singletravelman's eye? A smirk emoji.

The realization that Pen is meeting Colin Bridgeton for the first time after her drunk Instagram message is mortifying. There is no way in hell she can do this! So she panicly responds.

Pen: OMG! I forgot he will be there. Do you think Kate would mind if I declined the invite?

Edwina: Don't you dare! Didi had to work hard to get her husband to invite us. Plus, I know you are just saying this because you are feelin insecure. Pen, don't let it prevent you from living life.

Pen sends a disappointed emoji and sighs emoji.

Edwina: Pen, think of this faith! It is just like all those romance stories you like to write. Maybe it might be a sign to take a chance on wooing him.

The romance writer knew that Edwina was right. The only way to know if Colin might be interested in knowing her as a friend is by interacting with him. So she sends back,

Pen: Okay. Just don't tell anyone about my crush on Colin. The last thing I need is the Brdigetion siblings teasing me.

Embarrassment washed over Pen's face as she pictures Ben teasing her with some child's play riddle of first come love, then come marriage- Pen erases the thought of Ben's teasing from her creative mind as Edwin's reply comes forward.

Edwina: Don't worry, Pen, I gotcha!

Pen's smile grows large from seeing Edwina's supportive message before entering their group chat.

11:03, the Bridgeton girl's D-H group chat plus Edwina. Kate: Np. As for shopping, I wish I could go. A sorrowful emoji.

Eloise: No thank you! I am passing. Besides, we shouldn't be buying from those awful fast fashion places.

Pen wanted to laugh.

After all, she knew Eloise was holding back on her political views because her sisters couldn't stand her rants about how bad their world was. Still, Pen knew that her best friend would be sending her another article today on her point of view on shopping matters.

Kate: This will be my first time helping Lady Violet with the family reunion. Therefore, I can't go. Have a good time on my behalf.

Daphane: A girl's day! A happy emoji. Count me in. I need some TLC. She inserts two pink heart emojis.

Edwina: My answer is yes.

Fanny: Sorry, I am still in Scotland. My plane ticket from Scotland isn't until Thursday night.

Pen: It's okay, Fan. See you later today, Dap and Edwina!

Franny: Bye!

Daphane: Yes!!!! Bye. A lady in a red dress dancing emoji.

Edwina: On my way, now!

Pen closes her text message as she starts getting ready for the shopping.

It has been a while since she has gone out with the girls. Yet, she can't wait to see what she has found tonight.

Perhaps Colin will see her as something more.

Only time will tell. Previous Chapter

#polin #penelope featherington #edwina sharma #daphne bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #kate bridgerton #franchesca bridgerton

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sincelastsession · 5 months ago

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Joshua that number I left for my past EMDR therapist is the only way I've gotten in touch with her. I did request my records, she said she'd send them. They weren't delivered ever. I really really do want to get my files from her I am entitled to a copy via state law. It contains a fuck ton about me that I really feel will help because the sheer amount of traumas to bring up again is going to jar me trying to list em out. I feel like it'll definitely assist you on my treatment plan greatly because we did A LOT.

I assume that there's a place files of this nature are supposed to go?

I assume you would know who to call to help me secure them? Or perhaps we could find out. Even if you don't want to use them...I would very much like a copy of her files on me.

I can sign paperwork for you next session for you to get my files if I haven't and idk who else you'd like to talk to or option to chat with other than psychiatrist and primary care but I'll sign documents with them.

I think she still has a profile on psychology today and email...but the text number I left has been my only way to catch her...

I don't want to be nasty but if she can't produce my files I will call a lawyer. Because yes they'll be great for therapy but I asked a while back.

I'm going to send an image of your card to her and request she leave a voice-mail or talk to Chelsea so we can get that done.

It's just BOTHERING me.

I do understand your treatment style us very different.

Also fuck Robyn. I got so much "feedback" to say about her. She takes literal young men and women who are struggling and honestly I see those patients struggling more with thier gender identity and transitioning. I don't think she's safe for LGBTQA+ folks. That's imo something that should be between a psychiatrist and endo foremost before hitting therapy. Like ive spoken to mine about it and we have different views but now that I have I can open up abt that. Like she invited a client to her home. I feel she pushed a bi male into transitioning and imo the trans ppl I know are happy and she doesn't seem happy now at all. She told me to break up with my now ex and treated me like a liar and literally sessions with her felt like interrogation and SUPER judgy and she was VERY FAKE with my parents who were ofc putting on a show for her.

I cannot begin to explain how well my parents are at manipulating therapists and turning it into everything being on me and as soon as I say something in response or try to blow their cover it's WILD because the one thing they don't realize they do is thier facial expressions. They'll either over mask or forget to do it. They always trip up.

Mom likes to play victim and very clueless kind. Dad does this in a different manner, he's subject to get pissed and walk out or raise his voice unless he's gonna act right because you're not a woman.

The weirdest part of having been raised by these people. The way I've studied them since childhood to please them. They adapt and use therapy against me. They don't remember what they've said or done. They seem put out by me telling them "hey what you did was fuckin wrong and yeah I've brought it up before and you shut down and we never settled it" then they'll be like "you just love to hold grudges" etc... but it's not that. I'd like to process it all or what I can. The reason it comes up over and over is because it's not going into memories to be forgotten in my brain. It's just hanging out in the fuckin trauma bay. Like a packed ER.

I am open to whatever type of family therapy is beneficial. Often times my dad is nasty to my mom when she's calling or texting about me. I don't think she deserves any bullshit if she's just relaying a message.

Like they got divorced and still fight like idiot assholes.

She left and I had a fucked up back and was a stoner and kept to myself because my father treated me like a partner to abuse and daughter to control and there's a ton of emotional incest. Dad also talks to young ppl online and what I saw years ago looked like grooming behavior and poor pity me with women of age I hope but still younger than me. Probably because many older men try to influence young women and never emotionally mature correctly and actually accept their age. I remember him on dating sites complaining about how ugly certain women were whose profiles imo were quite lovely and impressive. He acts sorta like an incel.

My sister you'll probably see straight through. She's an actress.

I do want to see with a few sessions if it may be possible to salvage anything with any of them.

What's upsetting is that though I have a poor sense of self...they don't really know me or seem to want to know me.

My psychiatrist thinks it's due to me not being healthy and also that I'm not married and doing the "normal" thing so there's resentment.

Since NONE of them listen to anything I have to say because they're all under the impression I'm trying to control them based on well nothing other than I'm gonna guess THE PAST.

They think I'm frantic. They haven't really read anything about what I deal with. They don't listen to listen. They listen to reply and they cherry pick and twist things I say to mean things they don't.

I don't know how to have a conversation with any of them without them exploding. My dad and mom have literally put me on speaker and walked off and my sister idfk last time I tried to speak to her she was FADED and I hung up.

They all have excuses.

It hurts that they won't accept and educate themselves like my friends do. It's not hard.

I fear they are both VERY mentally unwell and I'd really like to hear what you think.

I do have audio I keep forgetting to show you. I feel it's important and it will give you an idea of what a "light" encounter with them both while having a fucked up back and asking for help because I couldn't do laundry on my own sounds like. I recorded it because it'd already been happening that day and they do the narccistic tornado and I wanted to make sure my words weren't twisted more.

I wish I had more recorded. It's wild.

I'm concerned my dad is fucking with Piper's head but she's already a shitshow (I love my sister but I'm gonna fuss about her crap still)

I feel like I'm playing Squid Games and talking to any of them is a test.

My dad has told me to kill myself and to die and he's left me alone in the hospital after relieving my mom where I was then abused and left in a waiting room with a dead phone and no way to go pee for HOURS because my back was out.

We almost sued OLOL for the maltreatment.

This is not the first time I've been left alone in a hospital and abused.

People think I'm a hypochondriac but I just have a special interest in medical. I grew up in medical environments. Knowing as much as I can retain has kept me safe from further misdiagnosis and malpractice bullshit. I wish I could actually just gent sent to a mayo clinic or idk one of the big hospitals where they use diagnosticians and run you through the gambit.

I know it's not a thing unless ppl are very sick. I mean it was traumatic as a child to be put in NIH testing for a Dermatomyositis study. I don't remember meeting other kids. I just met Ted Kennedy one day while I was playing waiting on another test. It was scary being like 8 and seeing secret service fill a room and guard a door so he could have a photo with me. He did talk to me a ton and I really don't remember what he said. My parents were thrilled and I'm sure there's a cat piss stained picture somewhere.

Did you know that my sister and dad just threw a ton of my things away and donated or tossed most of my books. I had a massive bookshelf. Now it's covered with things that are mine and shit my sister used to make her room aesthetic without asking me.

It has always been hard to go home and get anything from her. I really just want to take everything that was or is mine. Things I gave her and things she stole.

I don't think she realizes I have 2yrs to file a report on the assault and I could take her to court for emotional distress too and probably more.

I've never gotten justice for any of the things that have happened to me.

I wish I could just send all thier asses to prison but they wouldn't survive.

They all think I won't do anything. That's been taunted at me.

They have no clue. They have no clue what they created and they have no clue what goes on in my head.

Sometimes I think that there's something supernatural at play.

I believe in those sorts of things. I don't talk about it much enthusiastically because ofc people like to shit on it.

I know most of the things that haven't been proven by science will eventually be.

I know that also it does exist. Our govt wouldn't have done studies to use ppl with ability for war purposes.

I know a lot of cold reading is fueled by trauma. I don't like to cold read. I think people who sell cold reads etc are just very good at telling others what they want to hear...or they're so desperate they will truly take advice.

When I read things come through and there's this process. It's mind's eye where pictures and words come through. Then I just ask about what I see or deliver whatever messages. I was pushed out of a group that was threatened by my reading. They were threatened because they are frauds. If a message doesn't make sense for someone then I tell them to just take what makes sense. It's often like a crowded room when I read for people. It's been a while since I tried beyond simple shit. I've scared the crap out of friends holding thier hand and reading them. Because they never told me about the people I relayed messages. I didn't just guess. I opened myself up to it and flooded in.

Sometimes I want to get Reiki certification so I can just do that for ppl. I was told by a master that I was a natural energy worker. I was told by native shamans that I was a gatekeeper. My grandmothers had thier little superstitious practices.

This is the part you'll probably want to ask more about if I haven't talked abt it. I've exorcized a demonic or spiritual entity out of a person before. There's no way to prove it. I know what I saw and heard. I wasn't high.

It makes me wonder how many cases are actually supernatural and how many are actually just mental illness.

Also it's been driving me insane Joshua but I know you somehow outside of therapy. I do wonder if we've just been at the same place at the same time more than once and that's why I remember your face or if we have many mutual ppl. This is a big city small town so who knows. I hope it doesn't fuck up th Or you have a doppelganger 🤷🏻‍♀️

Idk.

I think one reason ppl think me and Travis would be a pair is because he's just a really kind good person. This extends beyond me and to others he knows. His family really is picturesque. They are excellent people. He will make someone incredibly happy one day. I am really bothered by people passing him over. He's actually looking for a therapist. I wouldn't be bothered if any of my friends saw you as a patient. The whole "oh no we can't do therapy with people you know" thing imo is silly. People in this state all know each other to the point it's just goofy.

My partner called me all excited that he didn't have to work overnight. He called because he was going out and felt bad that he wouldn't get to chat with me and had planned on doing so and had been excited to do so. He actually said "I Love you" more than once and I told him to go have fun. Saying I Love you is difficult for him sometimes. Am I sad I'm not getting to talk to him? Yes. Am I happy he got out of a stressful work night to enjoy time with his buddies or other partner? Yes, why wouldn't I be? I do get sad that I can't be there but it's still better than half the mfers that are just overgrown fuckbois etc that don't even have the emotional maturity to call.

I'm gonna go smoke out, do smol bit of laundry in my travel laundry bucket thing, eat decent food, stay up to an asinine hour, and play Sims4.

Hopefully no dumb bullshit occurs.

I cannot and I'm not the one this evening.

Goodnight

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lovetessamariehi · 1 year ago

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Ok so I probably shouldn't have peeped at my homegirl phone but I did and it said something like her and her gf thinking I might be trying to steal some shit out of this other chicks purse (she's passed out over here) and it's dumb bcuz I been trying to keep as far away from this chick this other chicks and their belongings... I only moved a few things to make room for us three plus one of em owns a dog too... it's a small one but still it's a lot of MFS in this small ass apartment I definitely need to move TF around later on today! Jus sayin cuz Im not tryna wear out my welcome that's for sure... Plus it's weird that I'm the one that has had shit of MINE go missing... So WTF?! Whatever I'm not trippin... This chick been here for months being a straight fuckin bum... But whatever maybe I'll go see my mama and spend some time with her... She constantly misses me anyways. I need to start spending more time with her anyways and stop bullshitting around... My kids too! Gotta get outta my funk before it gets worse (depression) it's already pretty fuckin bad I won't even pretend. So I just gotta take the time to figure out all kinds a shit.. m I wanna sign up for sum training classes or whatever they are called actually.... They're usually on a few weeks long type of course like 2-8 weeks... That way I'll be learning a new skill getting certified in in it... And upon completion I'll get a cash stipend... $$$ so basically it'll payoff literally... I haven't been able to do a lot of things because I didn't have my state ID for the longest and a stable phone number address or email address well now I do I have all 3! So time to get back on my grizzy!!

I'm sick of the way ppl get their lil funky ass attitudes and I don't wanna have to be around that shit no more... Mfs petty AF. I'm not gonna be like that towards ppl ever tho if I ir when i am faced with the same situation... I'll try to remember what it felt like for me and what I was going through at the time.... Hopefully I'm not a total bitch and then realize later on and feel bad about it hopefully I wont forget it ... It's a pretty shitty feeling that's for sure ... But am over it now and trying to move TF around in a couple hours here maybe even around 8 or 830 if the vibe feels off ya know? Cuz i hate awkward vibes and tension ya know?

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noritoshiikamo · 3 years ago

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personal trainer! ushijima wakatoshi x reader cw public sex ish, unprotected sex, spitting, male receiving oral

a part of my 3k milestone event request belongs to @cheolinn <3 thank you for requesting hope you enjoy em taglist (lol i dont have hq taglist kith kith bye) : @booksweet @haikyutiehoe@duskamethyst

- private lesson

you always promise yourself that you’ll be healthier every time you sit in front of your birthday cake, when they ask you to blow out the candles and make your wish but you never get a chance to do it.

you barely have time between your work, you barely have a private life anymore. it has always been work, work and work. you liked to think that climbing a couple of stairs of your apartment building in heels when the lift isn’t working (which happened often) is enough exercise. it was until your mother went through some health freak era with her friends where she got you signed up for a private training class that you started taking your health seriously.

“i’ve signed you up for a private lesson. you’ll love it. the trainers there are so helpful. of course i went with my friends but i hear their private lessons are good too.”

“ma, i’m busy. i told you i’m already exercising,” you whined, staring at the piles of papers on your desk that seemed to grow every time you blinked. you weren’t lying, at least one half of it is true. you reached for your coffee before, pulling another batch to audit. your mother freaked out.

“this is why you don’t have a boyfriend! you know woman who doesn’t exercise has saggy tits and man doesn’t like sagg-”

you groaned, spurting yes in a desperate attempt to silence your birth giver. you stared at the reflection of your body in the nearby pc screen, as your mother went on and on about something you paid no attention too. your hands went up to cup your tits through your shirt, a frown on your face as you shook away your mother’s nonsense remarks. “we are not getting any younger, darling. listen, if you don’t like it then it’s okay. just give it a try. you’ll be healthier and it would help your sex drive. what’s the harm in that?” your mother’s words echoed as you stared at the confirmation email.

what’s the harm in that indeed, you shrugged in defeat as you turned on your netflix, legs propped up as you devoured your take out. i’ll be better tomorrow.

your first class started the very next day. to your surprise, you woke up early. you started your coffee and toasted your bread before hopping in the shower. it was odd putting on your yoga pants and not lounge in bed, scrolling social media, the temptation was real but you powered through, putting on a matching sports bra and a loose tee before scrambling to eat your breakfast. with your hairs out of your face, skin slathered in enough sunscreen, you took the first train to shiratorizawa fitness studio. the purple painted building was not hard to miss as you stepped through the glass door.

“hi! welcome to sendai’s finest private fitness studio. how may i help you?” you couldn’t help the grimace from forming on your face, the faux cheery morning greets already made you regret waking up early and chasing the morning train here. no one is this cheerful at 9 am in the morning. sociopath maybe, your brain scoffed.

you showed the email and the registration went smoothly with everything paid off and under your mother’s tab. soon you were carrying a handful of freebies including a shiny access card with your name glossed on it. many perks come with the gym, luxurious changing rooms and showers with saunas. the free freebies arranged on the countertop of the shower room was impressive, you would never find yourself reaching for this in the drugstore, the price is too expensive for your salary but it’s free here. there’s a small cafe with a smoothie bar for post workout and from the free sample they handed to you, you understand why this is sendai’s finest private gym.

your tour guard led you back to the locker room for you to prepare. tying your shirt into a small knot around your body, you made sure that your hair is neatly out of the way before grabbing your towel and water bottle. she took you to the elevator.

“private class is on the third floor. your personal trainer is one of our best. he’s a former athlete so you know you’re in good hand,” she smiled, leading you out on the long hallway. you could hear the thud of punching bags, loud grunts and echoes of working equipment. you were glad that your mother signed you up for a private lesson, you couldn’t deal with the idea of someone staring at you as you work out.

“ushi!” you followed as the girl skipped into the room, almost giddy.

you understood why when your eyes met his olive coloured eyes. his body stood tall, a yoga mat in his hand as he laid it on the floor. “this is y/n, our newest member. y/n, this is ushijima, your trainer,” your guide introduced, pulling you by the wrist closer. you flashed him a smile, bowing lightly before holding your hand out. you could feel shudders down your spine as his large hand enveloped yours, squeezing lightly before falling back to his side. “nice to meet you. hope you can teach me a thing or two about-” you glanced around, hands flailing pointing at all the equipment in the room, “this, you know.”

“if you need anything, don’t be afraid to call the front desk,” your guide excused herself, closing the heavy door behind you, leaving you to start your first private class.

“mr ushijima-”

“just ushijima. i don’t like formality,” he cut you off, pointing to the arranged mat in the middle of the room, “is this your first time joining a fitness class?” you nodded as you placed your items on the ground and took a spot on the purple mat. “let’s start with some stretches shall we?” you didn’t miss the way his lips curled into a small smile as he started with a simple arm stretch.

“you’re not pulling enough.”

fuck, how can someone fuck up something as simple as arm stretch, your berated yourself, cheeks warming up as you apologized, glancing back to your trainer. you swallowed the lump in your throat as his muscle touted underneath the purple tee, lips apart. h-he’s attractive. your trainer is attractive as fuck. his scoff startled you as he stepped closer. “you think staring would’ve at least made you fix it, don’t you?” you jumped as his warm fingers brushed against your skin.

he chuckled amusingly, “relax,” he pushed your arms further back, “do you feel the burn around your arms?” you nodded, brows knitted in a frown. it hurted more when he’s doing it for you. “that’s better. show me, repeat to the other arm,” he ordered, arms folded across his chest. you thought having people watching you in an open gym is terrifying, but this, having the judging eyes of your trainer down on you as you tried to stretch is even worse.

you repeat the same movement, pulling on your hand as best as you can to imitate the same burning pain until he nodded in satisfaction. “good, repeat it a couple more times, try and get your muscles to loosen up. we don’t want any injuries, okay?” you couldn’t help the eager nods. it was easy to follow and you started to feel your muscles ache. you think that all this time you were a pretty active person but by the end of the warm up stretches had you sitting crossed legs on the mat panting.

ushijima however didn’t break a sweat.

he let you catch a breath, lips around his nuzzle of the water bottle as he drank. you eyed attentively down the column of his neck, watching as his adam’s apple bobbed, muscle tensed you could see the veins popping out. in other circumstances, if you were ever to meet him in a bar, you could see throwing yourself all over him sober. “let’s keep going, okay?” he closed the bottle and threw it aside, holding his hand out to help you up.

it’s all about stretching today, his words echoed in your head as you rolled your shoulders away from your ears, drew your shoulder blades down your back, and lifted the crown of your head. “good, relax your jaw,” his fingers brushed against your jaw as he walked backward. his hands sat on your waist, his warm breath tickled the nape of your neck, “breath in,” you followed, “and out,” you fought the urge to roll your eyes as his breath brushed your skin again.

“again,” it sounded too close to your ears, you could feel shivers shooting to every corner of your body. you breathed in, ignoring the tight grip he had on your waist, thumbs rubbing against your bare skin and exhaled at the same time as he did along with relief as he took his hands off your waist.

“didn’t i tell you to move? we are not done yet,” his deep voice echoed in the small room, sending your back shooting upward.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t think yoga would be this exhausting.”

you gasped sheepishly, fanning yourself with your hands, wiping your cheek against the sleeve of your shirt. he threw the towel on the floor and shrugged, “you’ll get used to it eventually. okay the next position is the same position, when you inhale, put your hands upward. exhale and pretend you’re sitting down,” you eyed attentively as he demonstrated, pointing to where you’ll feel the burn along his legs, short brushing upward where you could see his taut muscle.

your legs were the only muscle burning at this point, as your throat dried up. you felt dirty, knowing yourself was getting wetter and wetter with every stretch. you squirmed in your spot as he stalked back to you. ushijima stood closer to you now, you could feel his cologne invading your air as he rested his hand on your shoulders. “inhale and arms up, that’s it,” his hands brushed along your arms, you wondered if he could feel your hairs standing up. it moved down, along the side of your chest and back to your waist, you stifled a moan, biting your inner cheeks, wishing painfully for this moment to end.

“breath out and let my hands guide you,” he ordered.

there’s no way he’s not knowing what he’s doing to you as you could feel your back brushing against him. your bottom were resting against the sharp bone of his pelvic, praying to yourself that whatever was brushing against the valley of your ass is just his leg as he pushed your back lower. ushijima cleared his throat, “shift your weight on your heels. keep your spine straight. breath in again,” your cheeks warmed up as you felt yourself brushing against him again.

his hand tightened on your waist, holding you still, “sit deeper, don’t worry i got you, y/n,” you know he meant well, but it’s not reassuring at all.

the burns along your thighs weren’t as painful as holding your thoughts back.

your consciousness fighting against each other, between getting yourself together and hoisting your hips upward to the temptation.

“are you alright, y/n?” his voice tickled your ear, “you’re so tense.”

your yes came out dry, head nodding slowly as you felt his hand moved underneath your shirt, pulling you up. this time you were sure, it wasn’t his leg against your ass. wondering if he could feel your beating chest from where your back rested against his chest. he brushed your hair aside, your eyes widened as his lips pressed against your exposed skin.

“maybe we should try a different approach, you’re too tense for me to work on, y/n,”

you shut your eyes close, ignoring the way his hands groping your hips, his lips on your neck. this isn’t what you signed up for, but this is something you could get behind with. “ushijima, someone could walk in,” you grabbed his wrist just as it toyed against the elastic band of your yoga pants, worry etched on your face but it all went out of the window as his lips crashed down on you. body twisting as he pulled you closer, your arms around his neck in response.

“what are they gonna do?” he panted, teeth gnashing against each other as he lowered you down on the mat, “fire their best trainer? i could say this-” you gasped against his lips as his palm cupped your cunt through your pants, the soft pad pressing against your clit, “is the new training style and they would eat it up.”

your thin shirt turned into shreds in his hands, his lips on your jaw and neck were intoxicating. he palmed your tits through the material, pinpointing your nipples so easily between his two fingers before rolling it. “f-fuck,” you cried out, back arching into his touch. his tongue lapped the salty droplets along the column of your neck, where the lips latched on left burning marks of him. the rough material of your bra provided more stimulation to your nipples with every roll just driving your pussy wetter and wetter.

“take off your bra,” ushijima mumbled, tugging the shirt of his body. you rushed, tugging the material as he pushed you back down. you marvelled at the feeling of his hard tone body underneath your palm as his tongue explored your mouth. “are you happy now? trotting around, pretending you don’t get a clue of what you're doing. are you that fucking touch starved you need to shudder when i touch you? even the bitches who throw themselves at me don’t react like this,” he growled against your lips, “did your boyfriend neglect your ass?”

you have no excuses, shaking your head as he nuzzled into your neck, “i don’t have one.”

he scoffed, tongue lapping your tits before releasing it with a soft pop. “no wonder you’re acting like a slut,” he sat between your legs, fingers gripping the material as he tore a new hole in your crotch. as ushijima expected, your panties were damp, a small visible patch of wetness along the slit that he didn’t waste time, slipping aside and dove in.

“hnnghh, stop,” you gasped, pushing yourself backward as his tongue darted along the slippery slit. your efforts were fruitless as his arms snaked underneath your thighs, gripping you still. “really?” he breathed you in, a string mess on his chin as his dark eyes looked up to yours, “you want me to stop?” you opened your mouth, but words stuck in your throat. he let a mirthless laugh, an i thought so etched on his face as he continued eating you out.

it was like a gushing pipe, you could not stop making more mess as he slurped you up, hoarse tongue rubbing against your clit, flicking it until you couldn’t take it anymore, begging him to slow down. and when he’s bored he moved to your aching hole, tongue fucking you while his thumb rubbed circles on your puffy clit. you didn’t care how loud you were being at this point, especially when the knot in your belly threatened to snap only for him to stop whatever he was doing, smothering exposed inner thighs with kisses and hickeys. you let a desperate cry.

“fuck off,” you breathed out, blinking tears completely unsatisfied by the way he’s treating you. not that he owes you any orgasm or what not, but at least be a gentleman and finish you off.

he flipped you, arranging you on all fours with face shoved down the mat. you listened to the loud tear of your pants beyond repairable, his hands palming your soft ass before landing a smack right on the inviting flesh. “ushi!” you jolted forward, nails gripping the mat as you hissed at the stinging pain. “shut it,” he reminded, another smack on the same spot was like salt on your wound.

it left a stinging pain and he didn’t stop, not until your whine turned into the little moans amidst the hisses. until your cries turned into desperate begging for more, with every smack just made you gush out more arousal that he decided to test your limit, landing a softer slap on your clit. his cock twitched at the way your hole clenched on nothing, babbling mess of no more and slowly please.

“use your mouth sweetie,” another smack landed on your clit just to rile you up, thighs trembled. you want nothing more than to close your thighs together, relieve yourself of the pleasure. you were just one smack away from squirting, with two fingers pistoning in and out of your cunt, you knew you were about to make a mess. you squeaked, hands reaching back to push his fingers away but he stopped you, barking orders for you to stay still. “hold this for me, don’t make it any rougher than it should be. i’m just teaching you a thing or two just like you wanted,” he teased, using your own hand to hold your cheek apart for a wider view of your cunt. he alternated between pistoning deep and rubbing the slit outside until you let out a shrill scream, cunt squirting a whole clear mess all over his fingers and mat.

“look at that,” he grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking you backward, shoving your face where your liquid mess pooled. “you nasty fucking slut, open up,” he grabbed your chin, prying your lips apart. it hurt, the way he was gripping on your jaws as his free hand tugged his short and boxer down. “spit on it,” he commanded, watching as a dollop of your saliva dripped down on his cock. his hand smacked your cheek, not hard enough to pain you, but enough as a warning, “do better, slut. what is that weak spit? you’re not a virgin are you? this isn’t the first blow you ever give right?” you shook your head, your hand gripped the base of his cock, he hissed at the feeling of your cold hand wrapped around his cock. girth thick, one hand isn’t enough to wrap around it.

you tried again, spitting enough on his cock before slathering the saliva and precum mix along his cock. ushijima moaned, hand raking through your hair, pushing it back, “that’s it, i know you can do that, now get it wet enough for your cunt,” he muttered satisfyingly, shoving the tip against your lips. he tasted salty in your mouth, but definitely better than others you went down on. with every bob, he let out a deep whine, praises rolled off his tongue as he jerked his hips forward, “that’s it baby, take it all in.” you whined, doe eyes looking up on his every time he jerked too deep, it tickled your gag reflex. and he knew he’s huge, but does it stop him from wanting to shove it down your throat?

it didn’t, you didn’t miss the smile he shot, pinching your nose as he inched deeper.

ushijima fought the urge to roll his own eyes as your nose nestled on the trimmed bush, bulge in your throat as the wall constricted around it. “that’s it, just relax, you’re doing good. you’re not tensing up anymore,” he cooed, pulling out. you coughed, a stringy mess dripping out your lips as you struggled to catch your breath.

he let a low whistle, fingers under your chin, lifting it up until you met his eyes, “look at that mess, all cute and pretty for me huh?” he stole a kiss before pushing you back on your earlier position.

you were almost giddy, lips trembling in relief as the cock brushed gently against the slit. it was wetter than before making a squelching sound that was melodious to him. that’s how he likes his girl; a soaking mess.

you felt ashamed of how you were reacting just as his tip caught your hole, pushing the angry red tip in and you were already moaning. “ushijima, pl-please,” you stammered weakly. your nails clawing on the rubber mat as he toyed, pulling bits in before pulling out until your cunt swallowed him whole. a symphony of fucks echoed the room from both of you as he withdrew and slammed right back in. you could cream instantly, but he clicked his tongue, hushing you, reminding you to not be loud.

“i-it felt so good, please.”

“it felt so good, huh?” he mocked, grabbing you by your waist to get better leverage as he continued to fuck himself deep inside of you, you could feel he grazed your cervix, “is this what you wanted from start huh? you want me to stretch you out wide and good? all it takes is one cock up your cunt to loosen you up.” his pace didn’t flatter, even when you’re clenching hard down on him, it was just an invitation to rut in you deeper. the sound of your cunt squelching around his cock echoed the room, skin slapping with every thrust has you whining on the mat.

it was really humiliating to be fucked raw by your trainer, reduced to a complete mess on your first day, but consider this a blessing in disguise. you been needing a good fucking but lack time to find a suitable cock. if he didn’t kiss you first, you probably would find another way to seduce him. god, you really are desperate for some cock.

ushijima yanked your head back, startling you from your daze as he slammed forward. you felt your legs buckled underneath the pressure. you let out a moan when he shifted, the tip of his cock now brushing a new spot, sending jolts of pleasure to every part of your body. with your head pulled back, you took the opportunity to look for his eyes.

it was dark, clouded by lust almost feral.

your own were clouded, in a permanent daze of pleasure.

he grabbed a handful of your fleshy ass, a grip that surely will leave you with a bruise. with every thrust, you writhed under him with your eyes rolled back until there was only the whites. his hand moved to grab you by your throat, pulling you upward to his chest. your sweaty body pressed against each other, “touch yourself,” he kissed the shell of your ear lightly, nose inhaling your scent deeply. it mingled with the musky smell of sex, turning him on even more.

“like this?” you whispered and he nodded, kissing a spot behind your ears as he whispered good girl. you could feel your clit throbbed. your finger moved to its place, you couldn’t help the little moans as the combine circles of your fingers and him fucking you threw in cycle of bliss. his hand moved to occupy the empty column of your neck, feeling the desperate gasp every time it tightened, watching excitingly as you demanded for air.

“you gonna cum?” he cooed melodiously to the nod of your head.

“please, please, s’good.”

he pulled your head back, capturing your lips in a feverish kiss, “you gonna cream all over my cock huh? such a good fucking girl, you’re taking me in so good. wanna fill you up with my cum,” he grunted, his fat cock scrapping your walls deliciously. his nails rough on the flesh of your thighs, leaving crescent marks.

“one whole fucking month, i can imagine how many time i could pound in your tight pretty pussy. gonna ruin you for me,” his sharp teeth brushed against the junction where your neck met your shoulder. he sank his teeth down when the pleasure was too much to hold. he couldn’t help realizing how your hips were meeting his halfway. “s’good, ushi, right there please, faster,” voice cracking as you begged, desperation injected in your moans.

“who’s pussy this is?” he lapped the mark, planting kisses all over your shoulder.

“yours, it’s yours, please make me cum, pleasepleaseplease.”

“whatever my pretty princess want.”

just like you, ushijima was desperately close to cumming; god knows how he deserved to fill up a tight cunt like you after whole stressful week. he started bucking frantically, loving the feeling of every inch of your tight, hot cunt. he could feel his own orgasm building with each long, hard thrust. nothing could come out of your mouth anymore but a gibberish cry as you braced yourself for you long awaiting high.

“ushi-” words cut short as his hand immediately clasped to your mouth, muffling your scream as you rode through your orgasm. your body writhed against his, twitching as your walls convulsed along his length. ushijima continued to fuck you through your orgasm until he snapped, his own came crashing in. he was grunting heavily as ropes after ropes of warm cum painted your inside white.

he jerked his hips slowly, making sure every last drop remained in you before slipping out, laying you down on the damp mat. it took you both a while to regain your consciousness, heavy breathing echoed the quiet room until he handed you a towel. you wiped yourself clean, your neck and thighs before slipping on your bra. he handed you a spare pair of shorts from his bag as you discarded your shredded pants. that’s enough to cover you as you made your walk of shame to the shower.

you gathered your item and excused yourself, unable to look your trainer in his eyes. but he slammed his hand on the door, pushing it close before you could escape, pinning you between the door and him. he pushed your hair away, he was still naked and sweaty you could feel it against your body. his lips brushed against your ear, his hands caressed your hips in the same way that got you fucked in the first place.

“your form is improving. it’s not as tense as before. but a couple more sessions in a few weeks stretching you out, would improve it better.”

he pulled away, opening the door for you before closing it shut before you could say a word. funny how a small smile curled on the corner of your lips as you walked down the hallway. you left the place by lunch time, exhausted and sore. before you could fall asleep standing in the train your phone buzzed.

this is shiratorizawa fitness studio. we would like to inform you that your personal trainer has arranged for the next session to be on saturday, 9 am. would you like to confirm your attendance or shall we reschedule to a more suitable date?

you bit down on your lips, unable to contain your excitement as your fingers rapidly typing a confirmation to your next session. your mother is right, exercise does improve your sex life.

just a tad different that she expected.

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the-hinky-panda · 2 years ago

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Day 7: Cobweb

This is my first time writing for Benny “Borracho” Magalon so go easy on me.

10/7: Cobweb

Universe // Characters: Benny “Borracho” Magalon

Rating: This one is a soft R for language and mild spiciness.

“Weren’t we supposed to get the lab report on the shell casings?” Conners puts his feet up on the corner of his desk.

Borracho shuffles through the papers and files on his desk. “Supposed to. Don’t see ‘em yet. Lemme check email.”

“Don’t fuckin’ bother,” Nick yells from his office. “Fuckin’ internet is down again.”

Henderson gives a lopsided grin. “Sounds like someone had his porn interrupted. Again.”

“Fuck you!” Nick shouts back. “Borracho, call down to IT. See if you can light a fire under their asses.”

Borracho grumbles but picks up the phone away. “Why is it always me?”

“Because that cute little IT girl likes you,” Zapata snorts.

Henderson leans back in his chair. “And Z here struck out with her so she won’t do shit for him. But our man B here still has a chance.”

Borracho flips them off just as you answer the phone.

“IT. Yes, we know the internet is down. Yes, we’re trying to get it up and running again as soon as possible. Yes, we know you have very important jobs to do.”

He clenches his jaw to keep from smiling at the level of exasperation in your voice. “It’s Magalon from Major Crimes.”

There’s half a beat of silence on the other end of the phone and then. “Yes, I will meet you in the server room in five minutes.”

He hangs up the phone and makes note of the time. In three minutes he’ll get up and leave but until then, he fiddles with the computer mouse and acts like he’s trying to solve the problem.

“Well?” Nick comes out of his office, chomping loudly on something. “What’d IT say?”

“Something about a car accident knocking out a tower. They told me to try to reconnect on the computer and if that didn’t work, go reset the server.”

“So, we’re fixing it now ourselves?” Nick scoffs. “What’re we fucking paying them for? Probably just some fucking technical college moron paid to push buttons and record our calls.”

“Or monitor our browsing history,” Henderson hides a smile behind his protein shake.

“That’s why you watch it on your phone, asshole.” Nick responds. “What are you, a fucking ameture?”

Three minutes is up and Borracho stands up from his desk, heading out of the bullpen and towards the server room. Not knowing who he might run into on the forty-three second walk to the glorified closet that houses the servers and modems for the LA Sheriff's department, he keeps his head down and continues to tamper down the smile that threatens to show on his face.

You’re not some moron from a technical college paid to push buttons. You’re a graduate of MIT and also hold a Masters from Cal Tech. You’re a freaking genius, trying to get into the FBI as an intelligence analyst with a focus on internet and social media postings. He remembers listening to you in the dark bedroom, your eyes bright even in the dim lighting, as you talked about algorithms and online flags that you were in the process of developing in an effort to track social media posts that could be used as warning signs for potential mass shooters.

He pushes open the door to the server room and you’re already there, swinging wildly at something in the corner and sputtering. He automatically reaches for his pistol thinking there was someone else in there that you are trying to defend yourself against but as his eyes adjust, he sees it’s just you.

“Boxing with a ghost there, mamí?”

You’re still spitting and pawing at the air. “Damn cobwebs! Doesn’t anyone clean in here?!”

“Why would they clean a closet?”

“Because there’s over half a million dollars worth of equipment here that is being used to keep LA safe.”

Borracho laughs shortly and steps over to you, tugging his flannel shirt over his hand and swiping over your face. “I don’t think it’s working. How’s that?”

You wiggle your nose and pass a hand over your cheeks. “Good.”

The smile he’s been holding back finally emerges. “Good.”

He leans down and presses his lips to yours and you lean into him. There is no hesitation on your part, there never has been from the first time he kissed you in this enclosed space. Your arms slide around his chest, your fingers press into his shoulder blades, and it feels like you’re trying to superimpose yourself on him. He’s going to feel the press of your body against him for the rest of the day, clinging to him with the stubbornness of cobwebs.

You slip your tongue into his mouth and he pushes you back against the cement wall with a low growl. He moves his knee between your legs and feels your grind against his thigh. He’s trying to remember if he has a condom in his wallet when you tip your head back and break the kiss.

“Benny…”

God, he loves hearing you say his name. He starts pressing open mouth, sloppy kisses along your perfumed neck.

“Benny.”

You’re more insistent but he’s still focused on the slender column of your throat.

“Benjamin!”

He groans in frustration and takes half a step back. “IT should stand for ‘infuriating tease.’”

You laugh lightly. “I’m sorry, baby. Tonight though?”

It’s a Friday night and Nick is having one of his parties. But fuck it. You’re the only addictive substance and girl he wants. “Yeah, tonight. Six?”

“Your place or mine?”

He smiles and presses a quick kiss to your lips. “I’ll pick you up. Let’s do a proper date tonight.”

“Oh my. What’s the occasion?”

I love you. You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you have no business giving me a second look but you did and now I can’t get enough of you. That’s what he wants to say but all he manages is a small shrug and “No reason.”

You hum in acceptance. “Okay. Six it is. And Benny?”

“What?”

You reach off to the side and press a switch, the modem that sends the connection to Major Crimes thrumming to life. “You really need to stop turning off the modem to get me up here.”

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dimitrescus-bitch · 4 years ago

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Slow Down (Jemily x Reader)

smut

It was stupid, but you had to do it. You’d run out of your cover to protect a civilian. There had been a chance that the unsub wasn’t even going to shoot at her, but there was also a chance that he would have. She was young and had her whole life ahead of her, so you pushed her out of the way. In doing so, you’d drawn attention to yourself and before anyone on your team could react, he shot you.

“Is the girl okay?” you asked as a member of your team ran over to check on you.

“She’s fine,” Emily answered you. You sat up a little bit and saw that JJ was just staring at you with a look of pure fear in her eyes. You glanced over at Emily and tried to use her to stand up. “No, stay down. They’re bringing over help now.”

I’m fine. Go check on the girl,” you said and Emily nodded at Morgan. He ran over to get the girl into an ambulance, knowing you wouldn’t go until she was taken care of. The bit of waiting had amounted in more blood loss than what made anybody comfortable. “Take JJ to the hospital.”

“Don’t you want one of us with you?” Emily asked and you shook your head.

“She needs you more than I do right now,” you told her. Emily kissed your forehead, gave your hand a squeeze, and then walked over to JJ. The two of them walked off together and you watched them get into an SUV as the ambulance doors were shut.

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“Quit fidgeting, you’ll tear your stitches,” JJ told you. Emily was signing your hospital release papers and then they’d be able to take you home. Your room was clear across from the nurse’s station, where a nurse was helping Emily with the forms.

“I can’t help it, I’ve been here for so long. I want to go home.” JJ turned around and gently pushed you back onto the hospital bed. It was easier to keep you still while you were sitting down.

“We have you take you out in the wheelchair,” Emily told you as she wheeled the chair into your room. You hopped off of the bed, not noticing JJ’s little wince when you did, and sat down in your chair. JJ had your go bag slung over her shoulder as she walked next to Emily, who wheeled you out.

“Can we stop and get something to eat on the way to the airport?” you asked, glancing back at your girlfriends.

“Yes, we will stop to get something to eat,” Emily promised you. You smiled and once you were out of the hospital, you got out of the wheelchair and walked over to the SUV that had to be yours. “Y/n!”

“Slow down!” JJ yelled at you as she chased you down. “You’re gonna rip your stitches moving like that.”

“Sorry, I’m excited to go home,” you said innocently.

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“Shit,” you swore as you noticed one of your stitches had come loose. JJ was going to kill you. She had let you come work out with her on the condition that you didn’t do anything that would rip a stitch.

The past two weeks had been hard around the house, especially between you and JJ. Both her and Emily had been giving you the benefit of the doubt, but you knew that they wanted to confront you about what happened. The fact that you’d been trying to come back ahead of schedule was not helping one bit. All you had to do was make it to the end of the week, get your stitches out, and hopefully your girlfriends would be a bit more relaxed around you.

“Y/n, are you okay in there?” JJ’s voice cut through the door. You fixed the stitch the best you could, wrapped a new bandage over it, and then stepped out of the bathroom. “What were you doing?”

“Changing my bandage, it was sweaty,” you told her. “Sorry, if I worried you for taking too long.”

“It’s, uh, fine. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t rip a stitch or anything,” JJ said and you gave her a small smile. “I ordered you a smoothie, come on.”

“Remember, we have to stop by the café and get Em a coffee,” you reminded JJ. The two of you picked up your smoothies, then JJ ran over to the café to get Emily’s coffee while you walked out to the car.

“You’re covering your side again. Are you sure that you didn’t do too much?” JJ asked you.

“JJ, I’m fine. Just wrapped a little too tightly,” you said through grit teeth. JJ muttered something under her breath as she started the car and the two of you just didn’t talk for the rest of the drive into work.

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“I am a free woman!” You jumped around the parking garage excitedly. Emily sighed as she tugged your arm to move you towards the car. JJ had opted for not coming to the appointment today since there wasn’t anything new happening. It was just a confirmation that you were cleared to go back to work and live your life as normal. There’d be some pain and discomfort for a little while longer, but that was expected.

“Calm down. I’m pretty sure that this just means JJ’s not going to be afraid about yelling at you,” Emily told you.

“Why would JJ yell at me?” you asked and Emily sighed. You kept trying to think of reasons why or what you could have done to upset JJ, but came up with nothing. Sure, you could be a bit reckless sometimes, but you’d never do something that put someone else’s life in danger.

JJ was still at work whenever the two of you got home, so you sat on the couch and had a glass of wine with Emily. You didn’t really like wine, but Emily had found one that you could drink without complaining. It was nice to have that quiet moment with Emily, especially since JJ had been kind of tense since you’d gotten out of the hospital. You had sort of hoped that JJ would have relaxed more when she got home, but she hadn’t.

“Hey, do you know if Hotch looked at the email for my field clearance?” you asked as you got off the couch. You were getting up to give JJ a kiss, but tripped over something on your way there and she just barely caught you.

“You can’t walk across the living room, I don’t think he’s gonna clear you so easily,” Emily said and you scoffed.

“I tripped over a sock that I dropped when I carried laundry upstairs. I think I can clear the obstacle course,” you said and JJ sighed loudly. “Something wrong?”

“Yeah, there’s a lot wrong actually. You haven’t fucking learned anything. You’re always going a million miles an hour that you don’t stop to think about what you’re doing. You got shot because you couldn’t slow yourself down long enough to realize how much danger you were putting yourself in. It’s a miracle that you didn’t rip yourself wide open again trying to prove how recovered you were. You’re a hazard to have on the field because you don’t slow down long enough to think about your wellbeing, so Emily and I have to!” JJ yelled at you. You shrunk back into yourself a bit as you glanced between her and Emily. Never in your relationship had JJ yelled at you before and you didn’t know what to do.

“I’m gonna go.” You turned around and looked for the jacket that you’d worn out. JJ walked into the kitchen and once she was gone, Emily pulled you onto the couch with her again. “Em, it’s just a walk. Don’t worry, I won’t get myself shot.”

“You didn’t listen. It’s hell knowing that you could do something impulsive and we could lose you because you couldn’t think twice about what you were doing. You’re so free and that’s amazing, it’s part of why it was so easy for the two of us to fall in love with you, but it’s terrifying Y/n. Come on, I think you and JJ need to talk,” Emily said and you nodded. You let her lead you into the kitchen. JJ was leaning against the counter with her head down against her arms. “Jayje.”

“I know Emily, I shouldn’t yell at her,” JJ replied without looking up. You heard a sniffle and your heart broke at the idea that you’d made JJ cry.

“Jayje, please look at me,” Emily said and JJ stood up. She looked at Emily and then her eyes moved to where you were standing behind Emily. “I think that both of you are frustrated and instead of taking it out on each other by yelling or running away from it, I think we need to all talk.”

“You’re selfless to a fault,” JJ told you as she took a step towards you.

“What do you mean?” you asked and JJ grabbed onto your hands.

“You don’t think about yourself. If you can protect someone else or help them, you will. That’s amazing, but when you don’t think about yourself, you don’t think about us and how much you mean to us. You think that you don’t matter as much as other people, but that’s not true. Nobody matters more than you and Emily to me.” JJ brushed a piece of hair out of your face and for the first time that night, you were able to look her in the eyes. “Don’t stop being selfless. Don’t stop being yourself. Just please, slow down.”

“Slow down. I think I can do that, for you guys,” you said and JJ smiled at you. She kissed you and when she was done, Emily pulled you into her arms for a hug.

“We love you, too much to let you get yourself killed,” Emily told you. You felt Emily’s lips press a kiss to your neck and without realizing it, you moaned a little. When you lifted your head, both Emily and JJ had the same look on their faces. “It’s been a long time.”

“I think you need an example of what it means to slow down,” JJ said as she took your hand.

“I really think I do,” you agreed. JJ and Emily walked you to the bedroom and straight over to the bed. Emily sat behind you, rubbing your shoulders and kissing your neck as JJ sat beside you. The way that JJ was kissing you was more gentle than anything else you’d experienced before.

Emily turned your head so that she could also kiss you and JJ started on undressing you. Since you had gone into that morning, you were still wearing your more formal work attire. JJ start unbuttoning your shirt from the top down. Emily’s hands moved around to help her, going up from the bottom. Their hands met and JJ’s hands moved onto your sides while Emily pulled your shirt off from your shoulders.

Emily leaned your body back against hers so that JJ could lean in over your lap easier. JJ pressed kisses across your clavicle and then started down your chest. Emily’s hands moved behind your back to unhook your bra as JJ just kept trailing kisses down your torso. JJ pressed a kiss to the scar that was forming where you’d been most recently shot. Once JJ had moved on past that, Emily brought her hands around so that she could tease your nipples.

“If things get to be too much, tell us,” JJ said as she unbuckled your belt.

“I will,” you promised. JJ popped open the button on your pants and then bit the zipper to tug it down with her teeth. Your mouth went a little dry at that action. Emily leaned down to kiss you as JJ pulled your pants down your legs.

You were left laying in between them in just your underwear. They felt simple to you, a light blue cotton with a white lace trim. Emily leaned over you and trailed her hand down your torso until her fingers were just over the front of your underwear. JJ was marking a trail along the inside of your thigh. Just as JJ’s head came close enough, Emily tangled her fingers in the blonde hair and held JJ’s face against you.

You gasped at the feeling of JJ’s tongue pressing against you. She moved slowly, almost to the point where it was driving you crazy. Emily sensed that you were getting antsy and released JJ’s head. JJ glanced up at you as she hooked her finger into your underwear and pulled down. Your hips lurched forward in a futile attempt to feel the press of her finger against you once more.

“Stay,” Emily told you as she draped her arm across your shoulders to keep you still. JJ resumed her position in between your legs once more and slowly ran her tongue through your folds. You threw your head back against Emily, moaning loudly as JJ picked up her pace a little bit.

You had to have been dripping by the time that JJ finally decided to push her fingers inside of you. She had started off with two at a slow pace. You could feel her pushing them up and moving in a “come hither” motion inside of you. Your body wanted to twist and turn so badly, but you kept yourself still. It was easier with Emily holding you in place, but once she shifted her body a bit and moved her hand in between your legs, you were a goner.

“Fuck,” Emily swore as she felt how wet you were. JJ and Emily shared a look that you barely caught before you squeezed your eyes shut. Emily and JJ’s movements fell perfectly into sync and that was when your body decided that it had hit its limit. Emily’s hand moved away from your clit to hold your body against hers as JJ’s fingers rocked back and forth inside of you slowly.

Emily was whispering reassurances to you, but you couldn’t focus on her words. Not with how JJ was dragging out your orgasm. Emily moved her hand onto JJ’s wrist to stop her whenever she deemed that your body had been through enough. JJ moved out from in between your legs and sat beside Emily. JJ ran her hands through your hair as Emily played with your fingers until you had fallen asleep with them watching over you.

#jemily #jemily imagines #jemily x reader #jemily imagine #jennifer jareau #jennifer jareau x emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds imagines #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fanfiction

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thebirdandhersong · 3 years ago

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Goodness list (THANK YOU @magpie-trove for posting yours—this is a wonderful exercise in gratitude and joy! Something I sorely needed to engage in this week!):

EXCELLENT weather today! Warm and breezy and full of sun :)

having had a rather wobbly sleep schedule this week, I was not thrilled about getting up at 6:30am today, so I prayed for strength to get me through transit and the rest of the day. And i made it through the day!

earlier this week, my Ancient Greek professor prefaced the lecture by telling us that she’d watched Paddington over the weekend to unwind and Highly Recommended It because it made her happy (and that’s called Taste)

my Greek mythology prof prefacing HIS lecture with—”We’re going to talk about geography a little bit today, and by a little bit I mean all day” sdlf;j sl;kfdjs (and then he DID) (I didn’t understand most of it but it was GREAT)

ate lunch on a bench (missed doing that)

Mama sat me down and very gently told me that she would support whatever decision I made (Re: work stuff) and that first and foremost I should pray about it and then go from there, and also that

finished listening to The Scarlet Pimpernel on the bus today and had SUCH a good time. The Drama! the Romance! the Adventure! I love Marguerite and I love Percy.

the kind janitor lady who unlocked an empty classroom for me so that I didn’t have to attend online class in the hall :’)

I was thinking about how much walking I’ve had to do this week, but the bright side of that is: good exercise, good for health, good for circulation!

going to the thrift store and finding a TON of nearly-new board books and picture books for the Sunday School shelves!! I was just starting to think about how I’d go about buying books to replace the really old and beaten-up denizens of our Sunday School shelves, and it was such a blessing to find All the Good Stuff in one go (you know, the classics: Curious George, Nutbrown Hare, Peter Rabbit, Dr. Seuss, Amelia Bedelia, etc. etc.)

also finding a copy of Ginger Pye for Muffin (which she’s been wanting to read, and which was also in very good condition!), a copy of Ballet Shoes ($6CAD..... and it was hardcover and illustrated. A Good Deal!!), and one of my required reading books (which was half the price it is at the store) and also a copy of The Last Unicorn in nearly-new quality........ I don’t know who left their collection of good books at the thrift store, but God bless ‘em

YOU SIGNED UP FOR THIS!!! (LOVE this album) (love Maisie) (still can’t believe this is the same girl whose videos I watched years ago)

one email I received this week from an aunt from church was signed ‘love you!’ :’O

Tomorrow is my Sabbath day (according to my coworkers: our work is church work and our roles on Sunday technically counts as work, so we still need to properly observe the Sabbath, and Absolutely Cannot work seven days a week)

good songs from this week: Helicopter (Maisie Peters), Mr. Perfectly Fine and Hey Stephen and Back to December and Forever & Always, How I Know (Dodie Clark), Maria (from West Side Story), AND IL MONDO ERA VUOTO MY BELOVED

Muffin gave me a hug today. Always something to celebrate!

the frenzied plot bunnies that have been occupying the backyard of my mind

seeing Magpie’s thoughts and ideas for her story on my dash!

Rebekah’s Psmith Pseptember posts!! :D

and also called-kept and Magpie’s Miraculous Ladybug posts, and Grace’s Alice posts......... my to-watch list grows exponentially each week sf;l kjflksd

ALL of you. Thank you so much for your encouragement and for your prayers :)

FIVE EMAILS DOWN THREE MORE TO GO

#God uses the loveliest gentlest most loving ways to say: stop moping and being afraid!! there are still beautiful things!!#and of course He is always right. and all of those beautiful things all come from Him #i try to rejoice in the LORD always and to rejoice in all circumstances #but i always end up falling on my face sooner or later #amazing how gently He picks us up and reminds us that we were not made for a life of fear!#anyhow this feels like the part in the movie where the character smiles at the camera #and says 'you can't keep a good girl down!' or something to that effect #except really it's 'I am a turtle rolling helplessly on my back and only God can turn me over the right way again'#'and He's turned me over the right way! all shall be well! thank you Father'#doesn't have as much of a ring to it because it ain't seven words or less but. it is True. so :)#i will SLEEP and i will PRAY and i will CALM DOWN and remember that God is good all the time #and to not put my trust in myself sf;l kdsjksld;#anyhow thank you for reading if you've read this far....... i really do ramble lol #i love you and i'm praying for you and i hope you have a wonderful day tomorrow!! :)#songbird again #happy things

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captain-josslett · 3 years ago

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Broken Melody - Part Twenty Five

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen, Part Seventeen, Part Eighteen, Part Nineteen, Part Twenty, Part Twenty One, Part Twenty Two, Part Twenty Three, Part Twenty Four...

Summary: Grammy Award winning Emma Danvers is the first to say she has a pretty good life. But what happens when it implodes around her and it looks like things will never be the same again?

Words: 5.5k+

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, etc

Pairings: Emma Danvers x Lena Luthor

This Part: Emma learns more about the face modifier and finally leaves the DEO

Thank you for reading and let me know if you wanna be tagged or any general feedback will be greatly appreciated. Please! I like knowing your thoughts.

Taglist: @finleyfray, @life-is-hella-unfair, @natasha-danvers, @supergirl-writingz, @camslightstories, @thinking1bee, @aznblossom, @crispykidcookiebasketball

Emma watches the sun set behind the buildings by the DEO. Wanting more than anything to grab her surfboard and head down to the beach and watch the sunset from the sea. Instead she’s been standing in the same spot, perfectly still as she goes over the reunion with her sisters. Analysing each movement, every flicker of the eye, the changes in tone as her sisters spoke.

A recognisable knock sounds on the door. Making Emma quickly spin around as Lena opens the door and glides into the room. Despite how professional and put together her girlfriend looks, Emma is able to look past her mask and can tell how exhausted she is.

Immediately Emma's focus shifts from her sisters to her girlfriend as the blonde studies Lena intently as she approaches.

“Hi love.” Lena’s voice is husky and deep from overuse. Emma waves and smiles radiantly at her, thinking how cute and sexy Lena’s voice sounds lower. The raven haired beauty blushes and bites her lip, as if she heard Emma’s thoughts.

Finally Lena is standing in front of Emma and she leans up to kiss the blonde. Emma kisses back and wraps her arms around Lena, pressing their bodies close.

Unfortunately the need for air pulls them apart and Lena chuckles at Emma’s pout.

“Have you eaten?” Lena asks as she analyses Emma’s face. Her eyes narrow slightly when she notices how drawn Emma looks. That something was weighing heavily on her mind. Which Lena supposes isn’t out of the ordinary with what Emma has had to deal with today.

“Not really.” Emma signs and Lena’s brows knit together. “I was too nervous to eat.”

“Makes sense. Neither have I. How about we order something?” Lena talks quickly and turns around to get her phone to avoid the hard look Emma will be knowingly giving her.

It does warm Lena’s heart that she has someone who cares about her well-being. Goodness knows she feels the same way about the blonde. But still concern prickles within her, knowing Emma hasn’t eaten much, especially as she’s still healing.

“You look to see what you’d like and I’ll change into something more comfortable.” Lena hands Emma her phone, still avoiding her girlfriend's gaze. As she turns to raid Emma’s dresser, arms elope around her waist and Emma presses her front against Lena’s back. Making the CEO gasp in surprise.

Emma leans down and rests the side of her head on Lena’s shoulder. The raven haired beauty smiles affectionately, running her fingers through Emma’s hair and lovingly stroking her head. Soon Emma lifts her head, kisses Lena’s cheek and goes to flop down onto the sofa. Lena smirks and continues towards the dresser, she can’t help but wiggle her hips a bit and stick her ass out as she bends to go through the clothes in the bottom drawer.

Lena sneaks a peek at her girlfriend, she smirks when she notices Emma’s thumb is scrolling through the phone but Emma’s eyes are transfixed on her ass. She grabs the clothes she needs and sways her hips while pulling up one of Emma’s sweatpants and deliberately removes her grey dress very slowly, taking her time replacing it with a t-shirt and a DEO hoodie. Expertly removing her bra under the hoodie in case anyone walks in.

The CEO turns around and snickers at Emma’s expression. Her mouth was open and her eyes were dark and dilated. “Love?” Lena smirks as she makes her way over to the sofa. She quickly lifts the sleeve on Emma’s hoodie up to her nose and sniffs as she settles on the sofa. Loving the smell of her girlfriend’s scent on it.

“You’re such a tease!” Emma signs and rolls her eyes. “Now is not the time! Food! We need food!” Emma repeats the sign for food a few times, trying to get out of the heated haze she finds herself in.

Lena’s laughter rings out at how torn Emma looks. “If you insist, love.” She gracefully slides closer to Emma, twisting her upper body so she can still look at the blonde. Whose expression has shifted to one of pain.

Emma blinks as a slight pressure builds behind her eyes. She deliberately blinks a few times to try and relieve it. When that doesn’t work she keenly rubs her eyes.

“Love? Are you alright?” Lena’s voice is filled with concern as she asks the blonde. Her Irish tone becoming prominent in her worried state.

“Head hurts a bit.” Emma signs and shrugs. Lena gives her a sympathetic look and opens her arms. Emma immediately flies into them, settling across Lena’s lap and snuggling her head into Lena’s neck. She voicelessly sighs happily at the contact.

“I’m not surprised, you’ve used a lot of energy worrying.” Lena says softly and kisses the top of Emma’s head. Aware that the blonde most likely will be feeling very vulnerable from the reunion.

Emma nods slightly. Knowing there’s no point lying to her girlfriend.

Forcing herself to sit up, Emma moves to straddle Lena and sits so she can communicate.

“How was work?”

Lena scrunches her lips forward at Emma’s deflection. Missing the feeling of Emma cuddling into her. But the blonde was still on her lap and Lena places her hands on Emma’s bottom to keep her from toppling off.

“Same all same all.” Lena subconsciously tightens her hold on Emma’s ass.

“I am surprised to see you, I thought you said you wouldn’t be able to come in today?”

Lena silently sighs as she watches Emma’s hands, her muscles tensing for a moment before putting on a bright smile. “I managed to complete what I needed to do. Sam and I hired a few more assistants to help with the backlog.”

Emma listens before tilting her head and narrowing her eyes. Sensing a lie.

“What do you want to order?” Lena ignores Emma’s scrutinising look and moves to grab her phone from the coffee table. Emma holds onto her to not fall off until Lena settles back down. “I was thinking pizza. I know Doctor Hamilton says you still need to eat small bites but we can cut it up or you take smaller bites anyway, I mean really you should have something you really enjoy—”

Emma interrupts Lena by cupping her face and searches her fatigued eyes.

“Em?” Lena barely whispers. The feel of Emma’s hands on her face is electrifying and comforting. She almost whines when Emma moves them away to sign.

“What’s wrong? You blabbulled like Kara.”

“Nothing!” Lena says too quickly. “I mean.” Lena looks away, focusing on the window, unable to look in the eyes of the woman she loves and who knows her too well. “I’m just tired.” Lena tries to explain convincingly. Lena turns her head back to her girlfriend and immediately can see that Emma doesn’t believe her as her expression morphs into one of disappointment.

Emma voicelessly sighs but doesn’t push it. Knowing how quickly Lena can steel herself down, building high walls and cutting herself off if she feels under threat or questioned.

“So pizza?” Emma changes the subject and smiles softly which Lena returns, opening her arms for Emma to fall back into.

The blonde climbs back into Lena’s lap and snuggles into Lena’s shoulder. She watches as Lena scrolls through the options and they debate what they want.

Quickly Emma hand moves and points to one.

“HAWAIIN?” Lena yells outraged and Emma dispels three quick breaths as she voicelessly laughs. Causing Lena to chuckle with her and quickly scrolls down the list. “Don’t scare me like that love.”

They order and stay in comfortable silence. Lena busies herself with a few emails, expertly working with the use of one hand as Emma has intertwined their fingers together on the other. Softly Emma rubs her thumb over the back of Lena’s hand and has burrowed her face into the raven haired beauties neck.

In the quiet the blonde can’t help but let her mind focus back on what happened earlier in the day.

Finally getting to see her sister.

Finally holding them, smelling them.

Finally communicating with them and not through their friends and Mom.

“Em?” Lena whispers gently, feeling Emma’s body get more rigid from tension. She carefully tilts her girlfriend’s head and looks into emotional hazel green eyes. Lena opens her mouth but a knock interrupts them.

“Pizza delivery ma’am.” A few agents enter with huge piles of boxes.

“Thank you.” Lena gives them a small smile while Emma moves off of her girlfriend so Lena can sit up and sort through the piles of boxes. Emma raises an eyebrow at the amount. “Can you take these-” Lena makes a pile of boxes and taps one. “To the Directors lab?” Her hand moves to the other, larger pile. “And these down to the Director and Supergirl?”

“Yes ma’am.�� The agents exit with the other boxes, still leaving Emma and Lena a mini feast of pizza, wedges, chicken strips and desserts.

Lena opens her pizza box and grabs a garlic dip pot. As she starts to open it she looks over at Emma. Who hasn’t moved. Lena cocks her head in confusion and notices the tears pooling in her eyes.

“Love? What’s wrong?”

Emma, touched by Lena’s actions, shakes her head quickly and her face scrunches up with emotion. Tears start streaming down her cheeks. Like a damn had broken or a volcano finally relieving the pressure that has been building up for a while.

Immediately Lena puts the dip and the box back on the coffee table. She shuffles closer to her girlfriend.

“Emma, hey it’s okay.” Lena coos softly, watching the blonde for any signs whether this is a PTSD episode. “Can I hug you?”

Emma nods and launches herself at the raven haired beauty and straddles her again. Wrapping her arms around her girlfriend and burying her face into Lena’s neck.

Lena sharply draws breath in surprise at how quickly Emma moved. Almost like she became a blur of colour.

‘I must be more tired than I thought.’ Lena thinks as she gently rubs her hand up and down Emma’s back. Choosing to focus on the crying blonde in her lap.

“You’re okay Em. I got you.” Lena murmurs softly into Emma’s ear, her heart breaks at the sounds her girlfriend is making. The quick inhales and exhales of breath as she inaudibly cries.

After a while Emma’s breathing even outs and she hiccups a few times.

Lifting her head Emma squints as the pressure returns behind her eyes, making them feel hot and uncomfortable. ‘Stupid crying. Stupid emotions.’ Emma thinks as she rubs her eyes while crawling off Lena’s lap.

“Love?” Lena’s voice softly calls out.

Emma stops rubbing her eyes and lowers her hands, giving her girlfriend an embarrassed smile.

“Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about.” Lena places a hand on Emma’s thigh to comfort her. “I can’t imagine what today must have been like for you.”

Emma nods when suddenly her stomach rumbles loudly making her frown down at it.

“Food.” Lena laughs and leans over to grab Emma’s pizza box, placing it in her girlfriend’s lap.

Emma quickly opens the lid and grins at the sight. She takes a deep breath at the heavenly smell. But before she grabs a slice she locks eyes with Lena, who tilts her head questioningly at her girlfriend’s stalling.

“I just want to say thank you.”

“What for?” Lena asks after quickly swallowing the food in her mouth.

“Getting everyone dinner. That was really kind of you. I guess it set me off.” Emma rolls her eyes and smiles, she grabs a slice and bites into it. A voiceless moan escapes her lips at the heavenly taste of the bread, rich tomato, tangy cheese and flavoursome toppings.

“Well I figured they needed food too and would need a pick me up.” Lena chuckles as she watches Emma enjoying herself. “Any pain?”

Emma shakes her head and smiles. Her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk with a mouth overflowing with nuts.

“That's good.” Lena smiles widely at the blonde. “But remember, small bites.” Lena laughs at how Emma pouts at her. “I’m sorry love but Doctor’s orders. I’m already breaking a huge one by allowing you pizza with tomato-” Emma dramatically puts her hand to her chest and widens her eyes as if what Lena has just said shocks her. “-and cheese. You really are a dork, you know that right?!”

Emma holds the slice in her mouth and signs. “But I’m your dork.”

“That you are my darling.” They smile lovingly at each other and continue eating in comfortable silence as they watch the tv.

Well comfortable for Emma. Halfway through their pizza Lena wipes her hands on a napkin and sits so she’s fully facing Emma. This catches the blonde's attention and she subconsciously copies Lena.

“So, Doctor Hamilton called earlier-” Lena says while playing with a loose thread on the top of the sofa cushion, fixing her gaze on it. Emma tilts her head at the raven haired beauty, waiting for her to continue and Lena bites her lip. “-saying that you can be discharged tomorrow.”

Emma straightens and vaguely remembers hearing Doctor Hamilton mention it to her Mom... Before Emma dropped the weight on her head.

She nods and goes to respond but Lena quickly interrupts her.

“Do you still want to move in with me?” Lena asks nervously and glances up at her girlfriend. She keeps switching between Emma’s eyes as she studies her reaction. ‘Luthors don’t get their happy ending.’ Her brother’s voice echoes around her mind.

Emma’s brows knit together at Lena’s question. She places her half eaten slice back in the box and grabs a napkin.

Turning back to her girlfriend Emma shuffles closer so their crossed legs are touching. She takes a deep breath as she senses Lena’s nerves and anxiety.

“Of course I still want to move in with you.” Emma signs purposefully, keeping her eyes focused on Lena’s as she watches Emma’s hands. “Lee, what made you ask?”

“I just wanted to check.” Lena responds lightly and dismisses it with a wave of her hand. But Emma narrows her eyes slightly, sensing that Lena wasn’t telling her the full truth. “Please Em, it’s nothing.” But Emma continues staring her down. “Please don’t give me that look.” Emma quirks an eyebrow up.

“Then will you tell me what you are thinking?”

“Like I said I wanted to check if you still wanted to move in with me. I know we haven’t really had a chance to talk about it, other than the logistics of it. Plus you could have changed your mind, so I wanted to give you a way out if you didn’t want to.” Lena fiddles with her thumbs as she speaks. ‘Luthors don’t get their happy endings.’

Emma sighs lightly and gently reaches for Lena’s hands. She holds them up to her lips and kisses them. Unknowingly breaking the spell of Lex’s voice as Lena’s heart becomes warm and light.

Although Emma is showing her love through her actions, all she wants to do is speak out her love for Lena, to reassure her that she wants nothing more than to be with her.

The blonde squeezes Lena’s hands three times as she lowers them.

“I love you too.” Lena whispers, relieved that Emma still wants to move in with her. But she watches her girlfriend’s reassuring smile fade slightly. “Em?”

“Do you want me to move in?” Emma signs quickly. “I mean its your apartment and-”

Lena quickly puts her hands over Emma’s, instantly stopping her movements.

“Love, to wake up every morning with you by my side, to walk in after a long day and see you on the sofa-” Lena takes a deep breath in. “I have no words for how those moments make me feel. Other than that we should have done this a lot sooner. And preferably it would have been your apartment.”

Emma scrunches her lips together as she feels tears starting to build again. She sniffs and nods, wiggling her fingers asking Lena to remove her hands so she can communicate.

“What should we do about my apartment? I’m not ready to go back there.”

“And no one will force you. Doctor Harris did mention how it would be good in your recovery to go back there when you are ready.” Lena says softly, watching as Emma’s shoulders sag slightly. The raven haired beauty places a comforting hand on Emma’s thigh. Rubbing her thumb in a soothing motion. “I know what it's like when a safe place becomes tainted, and I also found the quicker you face it the quicker things can heal.”

Emma’s stomach drops slightly at the thought of going back to her apartment. J’onn had told her weeks ago that the apartment had already been repaired, with no sign of the incident anywhere.

But Emma would know.

“However, everyone is different and I don’t think anyone has been through your circumstance either.” Lena tries to backtrack slightly, seeing how nervous Emma was getting. “We’ll do this in your own time.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome love.” Lena gently kisses Emma.

They settle back and refocus on the tv. After they finish eating, Lena plops her feet up on the sofa and leans into Emma, who immediately wraps an arm around the raven haired beauty.

Over time both women fall asleep, fingers intwined.

-- -- --

The door gently opens and Eliza quietly walks in to check on her daughter. Her heart melts at the sight of Emma and Lena asleep on the sofa.

Grabbing a blanket the Danvers matriarch lightly drapes it over the pair. Emma shifts a little in her sleep and unconsciously pulls Lena closer. Letting out a long breath as she settles again.

Eliza smiles lovingly at the pair and goes to dim the lights, leaving the tv softly playing in the background.

She quietly leaves the room and makes sure the door closes silently.

“Eli-” J’onn starts to speak but stops when Eliza holds a finger up to her mouth.

“They’re both asleep.” She whispers at him.

“Both?” J’onn whispers back and frowns slightly.

“Lena’s here.” Eliza whisper’s with a big smile on her face.

“I thought she couldn’t come in today?”

“So did I, but she’s here and they’re both asleep on the sofa.”

J’onn looks though the window in the door and smiles at the pair. He moves away and nods his head towards the elevators. “Good, I’m glad she came. I was worried about how Emma would be feeling after seeing Kara and Alex.”

“How did it go?”

J’onn looks at her questioningly. “Didn’t they tell you?”

“Yes but I’d like to hear your opinion on it? Maybe over a drink?”

J’onn gives the older blonde a smile. “Sure, just let me finish up here.” He gently squeezes her arm and heads towards the lab. “You can come with me if you want?” He calls over his shoulder and Eliza starts following behind.

-- -- --

A soft knocking makes Emma slowly open her eyes. She realises it is now morning and glances down at the top of Lena’s head, placing a gentle kiss before turning her head to look at the door.

Lucy is standing on the other side and motions if she can come in. Emma nods and Lucy carefully opens the door. But the noise seemingly disturbs Lena as she starts stretching like a cat.

“Morning.” Lucy says softly and Emma sleepily smiles at her.

Lena responds by letting out a two tone hum, sounding like she’s saying morning back but without words. Emma looks down at her girlfriend and a deep rumble emits from her chest as she voicelessly laughs.

“Ow.” Lena whimpers as she straightens, rubbing her neck and blinking her eyes open.

“Sleep well?” Lucy teases and raises an eyebrow at the pair. “At least you have your clothes on this time.”

Emma rolls her eyes and quickly stands to use the bathroom. As she passes Lucy she playfully shoves her onto the other sofa, causing the brunette to fly onto it and screeches out in surprise.

“Emma!” Lucy yells but the blonde has already disappeared into the bathroom.

“Well you did deserve it.” Lena says with a rich, velvet tone, her voice thick from her sleep.

Lucy huffs and sits up on the sofa. Straightening her hair that has fallen over her face. “Well then I’m just going to have to confiscate your coffee and pastries then.”

“Give me.” Lena lazily holds out her hands as she commands the other brunette.

“On the coffee table your majesty.” Lucy laughs and Lena tries to focus her eyes on the table in front of her. Spotting the tray with three cups in and a brown bag beside it.

“You knew I was here?” Lena says as she reaches out for the cup with hers and Lucy’s name on, handing the cup to the other woman.

“Yea Eliza told me.”

Lena tilts her head but shrugs as she tastes the heavenly liquid inside the cup. She hums in appreciation.

“No work today Ms CEO?”

Lena shakes her head. “I decided to take today off.” She shuffles forward and opens the bag with the pastries inside. Grabbing a croissant she settles back against the sofa.

“Sam let you?” Lucy raises an eyebrow, enjoying riling up her new friend.

“I don’t need Sam’s permission.” Lena scoffs. “Plus I-”

The bathroom door opens and Lena forgets what she is about to say as Emma walks out in a towel tightly wrapped around her body.

“Oh get a room!” Lucy laughs loudly and Emma glances at her confused. Only when her eyes focus on her girlfriend does she realise what Lucy is implying. Promptly her cheeks colour in a blush at the expression Lena is giving her. Grinning Emma grabs her clothes from a bag by the dresser and heads back into the bathroom.

“So-” Lucy puts on her lawyer mask, making Lena swiftly put on her CEO mask. “Do you understand the implications of having Emma stay with you?”

“She’s not staying with me.” Lena takes a sip of her drink. “She’s living with me.”

The corner of Lucy’s lip quirks upwards for a moment. “Staying or living, same thing.” She waves her hand. “But you do understand she cannot be seen without the face modifier activated?”

“Yes, you’ve been reminding me daily.” Lena sasses back with an eye roll.

“Because it is virtually important.” Lucy keeps her voice even and calm. “If Emma is seen outside of these walls she, her whole family and friends are at risk. That includes you.”

Lena’s face becomes solemn. “I know.” Recognising how damaging it would be to her family.

“And if you hurt her you’ll have to answer to me. I don’t know how much more Emma can take before she crumbles.” Lucy takes a long swig of her drink. “I don’t know how she does it. How she keeps going and forgives so easily.”

“One of the many things I love about her.” Lena smiles sadly before her expression becomes serious again. “And don’t worry., I don’t plan on hurting her.” Lena implores the lawyer.

Satisfied with Lena’s response, Lucy relaxes and takes another sip of her drink.

A few moments later the bathroom door opens and Emma steps out in clothing she hasn’t worn since the incident. A plain t-shirt with blue skinny jeans and black converses.

“Looking good Em!” Lucy salutes her with her cup.

“Thanks.”

Lena stands and grabs her bag to use the bathroom, placing Emma’s lips as she passes.

Emma grins and flops down onto the sofa.

“How’re you feeling Em? Gonna be a free woman in a few hours!”

Emma voicelessly snorts and looks for her pad to write her response. She finds it on the lower shelf of the coffee table and starts writing.

‘You make it sound like I’ve been in prison!’

“Well… technically you have. Kind of.” Lucy shrugs. “I got you your fruit infused water crap.” She points at the clear cup in the tray and Emma picks it up. She frowns at the name on the cup, turning it to show her friend. “Carol… Yea that was the first name that came to mind.” Lucy explains and Emma tilts her head before writing.

‘Whose Carol?’

“I dunno! I couldn’t say Emma could I? Can’t have anyone putting two and two together.”

Emma nods and pushes her lips forward in thought before drinking from the straw.

“There’s a pastry in there for you too.” Lucy snickers at how Emma’s eyes light up and quickly opens the bag. “I’m sorry but Lena stole your croissant.”

Emma looks up in mock outrage and writes quickly on the pad.

‘And you didn’t stop her?! I thought I could count on you!’

Lucy laughs loudly when Emma holds the pad up for her to read. “Aww I’m sorry.”

Emma shrugs and pulls out the cinnamon roll. Using the bag as a plate due to the excess amount of icing.

Lucy takes a deep intake of breath that makes Emma glance up at her. The blonde raises an eyebrow as Lucy transforms into her lawyer self.

“Em, do you understand you must not be seen without the face modifier? Other than when you are in any of our apartments?”

Emma nods but tilts her head and writes a word on the pad.

‘Apartments?’

“Yea.” A smile breaks out across Lucy’s face. “I’ve officially moved to National City-”

Suddenly Emma stands and rushes over to the other sofa, flinging her arms around her friend.

“Careful! Hot coffee!” Lucy tries to balance her still partly full cup without burning her finger. But Emma takes it without issue and places it on the coffee table before hugging Lucy again.

A knock on the door pulls the friends apart and Emma beams at the brunette.

“May we come in?” Brainy asks from the door and Emma nods. Brainy, Winn Eliza and J’onn enter the room and sit on the sofas.

“Good morning sweetheart.” Eliza sits next to her daughter and opens her arms which Emma promptly flops into. “Did you sleep well?” Emma nods.

“Yea Emma and Lena looked very cozy on the sofa earlier.” Lucy jokes and Emma lets out a burst of air.

“I saw last night.” Eliza smiles as she strokes Emma’s hair. The blonde frowns but lets it go, realising her Mom must have come in to see her after they fell asleep.

‘That’s where the blanket came from.’

“So, Emma.” Winn smiles excitedly at his friend. “Ready to try the face modifier out properly?”

Emma nods and sits up. Winn opens the case in front of him. He lifts up the small piece of equipment, like a slim hearing aid that wraps around the back of Emma’s ear.

“So you can wear this on either ear, but I would recommend the right.” Winn explains. He points to the top of the aid. “Here is where the image projects, using the nanotechnology. It may feel strange at first, like you're wearing a mask but hopefully it won’t be too uncomfortable. To disengage you simply tap down on your right temple.”

Emma nods and holds out her hand.

“We just need to scan you first.” Brainy holds up the tablet in his hands. Emma nods again and stays perfectly still as Brainy scans her. “Okay. All set.”

Winn places the face modifier in Emma’s hand and she carefully puts it on behind her right ear. Hearing a faint hum as Brainy activates it.

“So from your tablet you can choose the many different faces we have on here-”

“-and even create your own.” Winn excitedly interrupts.

“I thought I was explaining this?” Brainy blinks at Winn.

“Yea, sorry.” Winn smiles sheepishly back at him.

“So, yes, you can create your own. However I would use what we’ve already designed for you first.” Brainy shows Emma the tablet, scrolling through the many faces. Most look a little similar to Emma’s own face and hazel green eyes. “Once your voice is back you will also find the modifier changes the tone of your voice.” Emma raises an impressed eyebrow.

“We aren’t sure if it would change your singing voice though.” Winn comments and Emma nods.

“Do you want to try it?” Brainy asks as he holds out the tablet.

Emma nods and takes it. She scrolls through the faces and chooses a pretty causain woman with blue eyes. When she activates the modifier her face tingles as the modifier overtakes her features.

“Wow.” Lena’s voice whispers out and Emma quickly looks up having not heard her come back into the room.

Emma glances at her Mom and friends, feeling strange knowing everyone is seeing another face projected onto her.

“Yea.” Winn agrees. “Those last adjustments you made really helped. I mean to have Emma carry a pen around all the time would have been a nightmare. Plus the amount of DNA we would have had to get.”

“How does it feel?” Eliza asks as she studies her daughter's new face.

Emma gives her the thumbs up.

“You wouldn’t know.” J’onn comments as he looks for any flaws but finds none.

“Is it comfortable? Can you tell it’s there?” Brainy asks as his head moves from side to side.

“Yes it’s fine and I feel the tightness you mentioned but it's okay.” Emma signs and Lena interprets.

“Perfect.” Brainy gives Emma a small smile. “Try another one.”

Emma looks down at the tablet and scrolls through them. Choosing another one with more neutral features and brown eyes.

“Great. We are working on a new model that will change the colour of your hair. But, we haven’t quite managed that yet.”

Emma shrugs and smiles up at him.

“That’s okay, this is more than what I could have asked for. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Winn smiles happily at Emma’s altered face. She deactivates the device and Brainy goes through the less important details with her. Showing her the app they also made on her phone so she wouldn’t have to carry the tablet around with her. They download it under an unsuspicious app with Kara’s house crest on. Looking similarly like the Supergirl news app.

-- -- --

A few hours pass as the group of friends hang out. Emma enquires about her sisters and was told they were doing fine and were going to be released the next day. The blonde desperately wants to go down and see them but decides against asking. Instead enjoying the time with her friends until Doctor Hamilton comes in to go over the discharge process. Reminding Emma she is still healing and to be careful when moving and working out.

Emma slyly looks at Lena and smirks, causing the raven haired beauty to blush. Knowing they’ve already gone against those orders.

Soon Emma’s suitcase and possessions are packed and everyone leaves the room to take them down to Lena’s car. Leaving Lena and Emma to follow them.

But Emma can’t help but turn back and gaze around the room. Over three weeks of her life has been inside it. Traumatic moments, happy moments and Emma is sure she has felt every emotion known to humankind within these four walls.

“Love?” Lena’s voice breaks Emma out of her thoughts as she turns to look at her girlfriend. “Are you ready?

Emma nods and takes Lena’s hand who leads her out of the room. One of Emma’s favourite Nurses is standing there with a wheelchair.

“Sorry, its policy.” The Nurse smiles sympathetically. Emma pouts but gets into the chair anyway, reaching out for Lena’s hand as the Nurse wheels her down the corridor.

“Bye Emma!”

“Don’t want to see you for a while Emma!”

“Bye Danvers! Don’t cause too much trouble! You hear?!”

Agents and medical staff all call out different things to the blonde as they pass. Emma smiles and waves, finding her cheeks heating up. Lena gently squeezes her hand three times, sensing Emma’s discomfort at the attention. They enter the elevator and proceed down to the parking level.

“Love? You need to activate the modifier.”

Emma nods and gets her phone out. She scrolls through the faces and chooses a face similar to Lucy. She watches her reflection as her face flickers and changes. A surprised woman stares back at her.

“Pretty cool huh?” The Nurse comments and Emma nods, smiling in agreement while turning her face to study the different face.

Her eyes find Lena who smiles sadly back at her. But the doors open before Emma can question her.

The Nurse wheels her out towards Lena’s car. Her driver was waiting for them in the car after putting Emma’s possessions in the trunk.

“That’s going to take some getting used too.” Her Mom says lightly as she helps Emma stand from the wheelchair and engulfs her baby girl in a hug. “Contact me if you need me? Even if it's two in the morning.”

Emma pulls back and nods. Each of the super friends hugs her and makes similar comments of Emma messaging if ever she needs them.

Emma places a hand on her heart, thanking each of them.

Finally she gets into the back seat of the car next to Lena. They hold each other's hand and intertwine their fingers as the car heads for home.

(Part Twenty Six)

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dawnover-dusk · 4 years ago

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it’s only like, two years later lol. inspired by my intern boot camp! lemme know if there’s too much medical jargon so i know i can tone it down in the future lol EM resident wonwoo x IM intern reader, bullet point, not proofread more seventeen medical au here!

- wonwoo is a 2nd year EM resident - but as a fresh-faced baby intern, you mistake him for an attending - it’s not your fault really -- his aura and quiet stoicism despite the packed ED suggested years of experience - so when you are on nights and a patient that you are admitting starts crashing, you don’t even question it when he comes running over and ordering you to get fluids - after the patient’s vitals stabilize, your adrenaline is still pumping as you shakily say “thank you dr. jeon” - he contemplates you over his wire-framed glasses and nods, “oh it’s just wonwoo”

- and as you gush over wonwoo to your (barely awake) senior resident jeonghan, he begins to grin - you know you’ve only been working at the hospital for a month, but it’s long enough to know that jeonghan is scheming - so when jeonghan calls you over the next night to get sign-out for a new admission, you’re a lil sus - but you don’t have time to react when jeonghan runs out of the room cackling and you hear wonwoo’s voice over the speaker say “hey yn” - and you curse at how your heart jumps over his deep voice and you don’t know if you should thank jeonghan or kill him - when you go to see that patient, wonwoo can’t help but look over at you from time to time from where he is seated at his workstation - not that he purposely chose that seat because he could see that patient or anything because he’s definitely not interested ... and not that jeonghan texted him the entire night about you LOL - and he can see your eyes crinkle over your mask as you talk softly to the elderly woman - and how you pat her hand and she grasps yours for reassurance - and how you run over to the supply storage to grab a hot pack for her before you go back upstairs - just like how you were in awe of how calm he was during an emergency, he’s awed by how considerate you are - so he doesn’t even really mind when you walk into the medicine lounge for more keurig coffee and jeonghan ditches him in the most conspicuous way possible - “oh hi wonwoo!” you greet him brightly, setting down the steaming paper cup on the table as you plop down on the couch across from him - and now he is graced with your full smile, the corners of your eyes crinkling as he tentatively smiles back and gives a small wave - “thanks again for helping me out last night! you looked super cool and i hope that i can be like you,” you start, before realizing that that you just blurted that out without thinking - you could feel your face start to flush and if you weren’t avoiding eye contact, you would’ve seen that wonwoo’s hand had reflexively come up to cover his grin - “don’t worry about it, i know med school and the real world are totally different but you’ll get the hang of it. i’ve seen you with patients though and they can’t teach that amount of empathy, so you’re already miles ahead” - your eyes widen and even though you’ve been trying so hard to fake like everything’s been okay - intern year sucks - “thank you, wonwoo,” you whisper, but words cannot convey how much his recognition means to you - throughout the rest of the rotation, you meet up with wonwoo to have bad coffee and over time, you don’t even use jeonghan as an excuse anymore - whenever wonwoo is off, he texts to check in on you - wonwoo knows how scary it is to be alone as an intern on nights, and as much as he loves jeonghan, he knows that he’s less than…hands on - but you always try to change the subject from work because you believe that when you’re off from the hospital, you should be off - so you talk about video games and literature and spoken word poetry - and to his surprise, wonwoo ends up telling you that he sometimes writes lyrics for this music group that he was part of back in med school (he has never told anyone else this!!!!) - so you ask him to go to a show with you the next time you’re free and he’s like “sure” but internally he’s like “IS THIS…A DATE???”

- “wonwoo’s finally going to have a s/o!” jeonghan all but shouts to his co-residents jihoon and joshua in the morning - it’s been a month on nights and you’re back on the day team - you had gone to intern morning report while the rest of your team...gossips? - “it’s too early for this,” jihoon grumbles while joshua slides his chair closer to jeonghan - “i am the best senior that an intern can have and no one can tell me otherwise,” he continued while joshua just chuckled - “last i heard, you let the intern handle septic shock and you didn’t even leave the call room,” jihoon rebutted. - “uhh..hi?” you question as you enter the room and see joshua zoom back over to his desk and jihoon whip around and pretend to finish his email - jeonghan clears his throat to fill the silence but as he is the king of luck, your pager goes off and you exit that room as quickly as you had entered, shouting something about a code in the ED - jihoon: “so…are you gonna help or” - jeonghan: “nah it’s cool” - in the ED, you run over to the crowd that had formed around this patient and you see wonwoo at the head of the bed who nods at you - “yn, this patient came in with nausea and vomiting but her blood pressure has dropped and her mental status has changed. we think she’s having a heart attack” - you grab the EKG and your eyes widen as you tell the nurse to ready a defibrillator - “there’s nothing that we don’t already know on the EKG, we have to get her to cardiology,” wonwoo argues but you point out this one beat that is abnormal - “she’s going to get worse, wonwoo” you reply and before wonwoo can say anything, the patient’s heart rate skyrockets - “ready for defib,” wonwoo says. “charge to 200, and clear!” - the patient’s rhythm returns to normal and after her vitals are stabilized and she’s transported to cardiology, you see wonwoo slip out - “hey,” you call, and you see him stop in a less busy hallway, his eyes trained on the floor and his face pale. “let’s go somewhere else,” you grab the crook of his arm and lead him to the benches in front of the vending machines - you grab a cup of warm tea and sit down next to the silent man, noticing that his hands are shaking as he runs one through black disheveled hair - “…i’m sorry,” he starts as you gently bump your knee against his - “hey, she’s alive, she’s going to be fine,” you say, folding his shaking hands around the cup and wrapping your hands around his - even though this was foreign to wonwoo, it was…comforting. your thumb brushing across his knuckles, your breath falling in sync with his… - you were comforting - “you know what they always tell us in school, that medicine is a team sport? i’ll always have your back,” you laugh, and you see the corners of his mouth start to rise - “are we still on for our date?” he asks, although so lowly that you almost miss what he’s saying before a wide grin breaks out onto your face - “honestly it’s the highlight of my day off,” you reply

- skip forward in time and you’re almost at the end of your intern year - you pretty much live at wonwoo’s now, using the excuse that he lives closer to the hospital despite jeonghan saying you’re in LOVE - and now instead of jeonghan trying to play wingman, he’s complaining about how much wonwoo won’t shut up about you - when your schedules don’t match up, you prep food for him when he’s working and vice versa - on days off you switch off having lazy days in with going to the movies or hanging out with friends - you meet his med school music group and you’re surprised to see jihoon there (he glares at you whenever you try to bring it up during work though) - tells you the CHEESIEST jokes and wordplay and every chuckle he can get out of you is a victory that he rides the entire week - you’re each other’s go-to person for the most random thoughts, from “why does rheumatology take weeks when all they give are steroids” to “what are the ethical obligations for us as physicians to like…zombies tho…” - his affection for you in the hospital is in the form of coffee and trying not to admit complex patients to whatever medicine team you’re on (jeonghan will point out this favoritism CONSTANTLY) - appreciates that you initiate the skinship at home because sometimes he gets too nervous - one day you’re leaning on him as he plays video games, your laptop open on your lap and you should be doing work but you can’t help but absentmindedly stare as he plays - and you take in his furrowed brow and his glasses and the way he adjusts his headset - it hits you -- you love this man - and you’re so zoned out that you don’t notice that he’s paused his game and is looking at you quizzically - all you can do is pull him down and kiss him and only the need for air causes you to pull back - “so…should i play games more often?” he jokes and you sigh, the arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him as he giggles - “i love you,” you whisper into his neck as one of his hands smooth over your hair - “i would hope so, it would be awkward since you’ve practically moved in and all” - “wonwoo!” - and all you can see is his nose wrinkling in laughter before he kisses you again

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