#yes I'm writing at work no you can't stop me and neither can my boss bc she's not here rn :P

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Idk whose fault it is but I'm working on another one-shot and already these two are enormous assholes at each other and I love them

Fun fact: I'm at least 73% sure that Frey is canonically vegan

Fun fact the second: I have never, ever, in my entire thirty-five years, one month, and 24 days of life been fishing

Yes, these things are related

[bratphilia]

overtime (m. schmidt x reader)

request: "Hey ! Just discovered your account and I love your writtings ! I was wondered if you could write a smut and romantic thing with mike ? I dont have any specific context and all its up to you ! <3"

note: ty sm for showing love to my work and for requesting!! i finally was able to write something actually sweet with mike for the first time lmao.

pairing: mike schmidt x reader

tags: small age gap, fingering, missionary

after putting abby to sleep, you fell asleep yourself in front of the tv. you couldn't help it! it was a long night of cooking spaghetti for abby (and ordering pizza, per her request), helping her build a fort, and coloring with her inside it. abby's a sweet kid, but babysitting has always tired you out in general. plus her older brother, your boss, started working the graveyard shift at his new job, so it would be unfeasible for you to not go to sleep during your time spent over there.

you woke up to the chair next to you being shifted in, and open your eyes to see mike sitting there, running a hand through his hair with a sigh. you feel embarrassed that you fell asleep on the job and quickly explain yourself. "i'm so sorry for falling asleep, i was just—"

he looks at you. "no need to apologize. i don't expect you to wait all night long for me."

awkward silence fills the air. well, that settles that. god, he's so cute, you think, even all stressed out and with bags under his eyes. he's also been nothing but kind to you since the two of you met. always concerned with how you're doing, how school is holding up, and just generally about your wellbeing. you try to do reciprocate as it's obvious mike doesn't have a lot of people in his life doing the same for him.

you're the first to break the silence. "uhm, there's leftover pizza in the fridge... you know, in case you want any..." you comment, not quite sure what else to say to him.

"oh! thank you," he says. "did abby ask you to..."

"make her spaghetti and order pizza? yes, she absolutely did."

both you and mike laugh. "i'll make sure i can pay you back for that. you really didn't have to—"

"mike," you interrupt, "seriously, don't worry about it. i understand your situation and i want to help you."

mike looks at you gratefully, almost lovingly.

"y'know—"

"so, i should really—"

the both of you talk at the same time. "oh, sorry, you go."

you smile gently. "no, you go. i was just going to say i should hit the road."

he runs a hand through his hair again, eyes darting across the room bashfully. "well i — uh, i just wanted to say thank you for all you do for abby... and for me. it means a lot. you're very... kind."

your smile widens at his awkward choice of words, but it deeply touches you that he appreciates you. you place a hand on top of his. "of course, mike. i'm always here for you."

mike looks at your hand and inhales deeply through his nose. "will you — will you stay for just a little while longer?"

before you know it he's on top of you on the couch, slamming his middle and ring finger inside you while you bite back moans. "gotta be nice and quiet for me, sweetheart. can't wake abby up, okay? or else i gotta stop and neither of us want that," he whispers to you sweetly.

instead of letting you respond, mike presses his lips against yours in a deep kiss while he continues to finger you. you break apart to quietly call his name, letting him know that you're close.

much to your dismay, he pulls his fingers out before you can come. "mike, please," you whisper.

"please, what, honey?" he teases.

you squeeze your thighs together, trying to relieve the tension in your core. "please fuck me already."

mike presses his forehead against yours, breathing sharply as he slowly pushes inside you, inch by inch. you bite your lip to keep yourself from crying out as your pussy swallows his hard length.

as he begins to move, he also clearly struggles to keep his noises to a minimum. as a solution, he envelopes you in a kiss as he moves inside you. his pace gradually increases from gentle to faster. the feeling is absolutely delicious.

he can feel your pussy spasming around him and his own dick pulsing too. he uses the hand caging you in on the couch to hold yours as he continues to fuck you.

"feel so good around me, baby," he whispers hotly. "you have no idea what you — ngh — do to me. every time i see you i always think about fucking you like this."

"mike," you moan quietly. his words only encouraged you.

his name becomes a whispered chant falling from your lips as he fucks you through your own orgasm. he's sure to pull out and come on your stomach while he pumps himself.

mike wipes the sweat off of his forehead and sits up so your legs lay over his lap. "sorry for pushing you into overtime," he jokes.

you give a small laugh. "no worries. it was my pleasure."

mike shakes his head at your dumb joke. then his smile fades and he looks at you seriously. "is it... too early to say that i love you?"

you lean up and meet his lips in a kiss as your answer.

[hinatastinygiant]

6 | Lyra

Pairing: Kita x Fem!Reader

What's Meant to Be Masterlist

In the early hours of the morning, the sunlight peeks through the windows of the bedroom. You're exhausted after the events of last night, but still manage to crawl out of bed and make yourself look somewhat presentable.

In the kitchen, you start to make yourself a cup of coffee, but when you look for the sugar, you find it empty. Great, just what you needed. You grab your keys and decide to go buy a cup instead. Tastes better anyway.

When you reach your usual coffee shop, you notice it's surprisingly busy for this early in the morning. You groan and decide to keep walking to the one across from the club instead. Just as your hand reaches the doorknob, you see a 'Help Wanted' sign taped to the inside. Hmm, it couldn't hurt to apply.

"Good morning, ma'am," a woman behind the counter greets you as you enter.

"Morning," you reply. "Are you hiring?"

"Yes, we are. Would you like an application?"

"Please," you smile.

She grabs a blank application and hands it to you. You quickly fill it out and turn it in. "Thank you," the woman says, "if you don't mind, please come in for an interview sometime this week after five."

"Sometime this week? Like, today?"

"If you can."

"Sure, I can do that," you nod, feeling a sense of relief. "I'll be back later."

"Thank you, we appreciate it. Now, would you like a cup of anything? It's on the house."

"That'd be great, thank you," you reply, feeling more hopeful than before.

After ordering yourself a drink and a small sandwich to go with it, you sit down at the same table where you had first seen Kita.

A few moments later a figure slides into the seat across from you, and you can't help the flush of embarrassment that washes over you as you meet Atsumu's familiar grin.

"What are you doing here, Miya?"

"I came to pick up a coffee," he shrugs. "How are ya, Y/N? How've ya been?"

"I'm okay," you murmur. "How did you know I was here?"

Atsumu chuckles. "Suna might've mentioned that he saw you here once. I wanted to make sure you're doing alright," he explains.

"He did? Well, you're lucky because I usually don't come this early," you smile at him.

"Me neither," he chuckles. "Especially not when I'm this hungover."

"Ah, did you go out last night?"

"Yeah, we did," he grins. "Osamu's gettin' married, ya know."

"Oh, really? To who?"

"Her name's Natalia," he replies. "She's real pretty."

"Well, I'm happy for him," you smile. "When's the wedding?"

"Two weeks from now. You should come," he says, leaning closer.

"I don't know about that," you shrug, averting your gaze.

"Why not? It'll be fun! Besides, Kita would be happy to see you."

"He would?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course he would," Atsumu smirks. "And hey, maybe if I get lucky, you'll be my plus one."

You roll your eyes and laugh. "I don't know about that, Miya."

"Hey, uh, are you sure you're doin' alright, Y/N?" he then changes the conversation.

"Yeah, why do you-" you begin, before stopping short. You didn't think of covering up the bruise still on your cheek before you left this morning. "It's nothing," you wave off his concern.

"That's not nothing. Who did that to you?" he asks, his expression darkening.

"I just... got hit by accident."

"Accident?" he repeats, his eyes narrowing.

"It's nothing, I'm fine."

"Y/N..."

"Really, it's not a big deal. Look, I don't think I'll be able to go to the wedding but I appreciate the ask. Please give Osamu my congratulations, okay?"

"If ya say so," he sighs, knowing he can't argue with you. "But if you need anythin', ya know, I'm just a phone call away. Oh, here, let me give you my number."

He quickly writes his number on a napkin and hands it to you. "Thanks," you say, taking it from him.

"No problem," he grins. "Anyway, I should probably get goin' before the boss yells at me. We've got a lot of work to do these next two weeks. But I'll make time for you any day of the week, got it?"

"I will, and thanks," you smile.

"Bye," he waves, before heading towards the door.

You take a deep breath, and try to enjoy the rest of your breakfast, but the weight of last night still weighs heavy on your shoulders. How could you even think of going to Osamu's wedding after last night? It would be weird. Maybe if you just avoid seeing anyone else from back in high school, things won't be so awkward. Shit, maybe you should just move to another country.

You glance down at the napkin on the table, and decide to save Atsumu's number. Better safe than sorry.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

That evening, you return to the cafe for your interview. The woman from this morning is sitting behind the counter. When she sees you, her eyes widen.

"Good afternoon, Y/N. I'm glad you could make it. Let's sit, shall we?" she gestures towards the table you had sat at earlier.

"I'm Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you," you smile, shaking her hand.

"Likewise," she smiles back. "I am the owner, Ms. Takahashi. I hope you don't mind, but I have already reviewed your application and would like to offer you the job, if you're interested. One of my previous employees is not able to return to work after having their baby, so we could use the extra hands. My only concern," she then gulps as she looks down at your cheek, "is your safety. If someone hurt you, are you certain you'd be able to work here?"

"Oh, this?" you ask, gesturing to your cheek. There's no use in hiding it. "It's nothing, really. It was just an accident. And yes, I'm sure I can handle working here."

"Very well," she nods, her lips pressed into a thin line. "You start Monday, if that works for you."

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you."

ATSUMU'S P.O.V.

"You talked to her?!" Osamu grumbles at me as the two of us walk down the street together. "Didn't I tell you not to bother her?"

"I was just pickin' up coffee, Samu," I tell him, rolling my eyes.

"I highly doubt that."

"It's true! It's not like I asked her to go home with me," I reply. "But I did give her my number, though."

"Why the hell did ya do that?!"

"What's the big deal? I was just being friendly," I shrug. "She had a bruise on her face. It didn't look good. I think someone might've hit her."

"Hit her? Do you think she's still with that guy from high school? I remember Kita telling us about him," Osamu thinks aloud.

"I don't think so," I shake my head. "She's not with him in any of her pictures on Instagram."

"You stalked her? Dude, why are you like this?" he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I got curious! Is that so bad?"

"Yes, Tsumu, it is."

"But hey, if she wants to go out with me, I wouldn't mind. I wouldn't be the asshole boyfriend who hits her," I shrug.

"Oh my god, will you just leave her alone? I'm sure the last thing she needs is your bullshit," he glares. "Now come on, we've got to get going. I'll drive."

"Where are we going?"

"To see mom. She wanted to talk to me about the wedding and I am not going by myself."

What's Meant to Be Masterlist

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 okay listen-

okay so this takes place like right after Aponi died. Neither she nor angel have any idea about the happy hotel. I just wanted to write what I thought their first meeting would be like.

Warning: mentions of rape, blood, murder, hell, stripping, p*le dancing, basically anything in the Helluva Boss or Hazbin hotel universe.

This is an OC fic so don't come for me in regards to accuracy.

Jason groaned as his headache made itself known.

He sat up on his bed, his girlfriend nowhere in sight until he saw the blood on the bed.

Memories flashed through his head.

"Shit..... Lilly!" He yelled out as he shot out of bed. "Lilly are you here? I'm so sorry.. I didn't-" He stopped running around realizing Lilly wasn't at home. She left him.

Or so he thought.

"She couldn't have gone far," he muttered to himself before running to his closet, opening the door and freezing.

His eyes were wide.

Lilly was there. Hanging by a few of his ties.

"Lilly...?" He asked before he broke down, untied her and brought her forehead to his. "Lilly goddammit it wasn't that big a deal!" He shouted until he remembered the screams of horror she gave out last night.

Down in hell:

"Listen I don't care how or when you do it I just need you to kill him," Aponi spoke from the corner of the I.M.P office.

"Right. Don't get me wrong, I understand where you're coming from but you seem like too much of a pussy to do anything to him once he gets down here," the Imp stated as he messed around with a pen on his desk.

"He raped me. I wanna make sure he can't do that to anyone ever again. So just fucking do it or I will find a way to get up there to do it myself," Aponi scolded.

As of now, of course she wouldn't do such a thing. But the Imp didn't need to know that.

"Yes ma'am! We'll kill him for you fair qnd square as long as you have the money!" He exclaimed as they made their way out of the office.

"I will. Just do it," Aponi stated before showing herself out of the building.

A few minutes of walking was not fun the morning after you died.

Aponi clutched her neck as she pulled her hoodie over her head to hide her face.

In doing so she bumped into someone smoking on the curb.

"Hey watch where ya goin lady!" The man stated.

"I-im sorry... I'm just trying to find a job or something.. I need quick money," Aponi explained.

"Quick money eh? I have a place in mind. What's ya name sweetheart?" The demon asked.

"My name? Uh it's lil-.... it's Aponi.... yours?" She replied.

"Angel dust, nice'ta meetcha! Come with me, toots and we'll getcha some money. I work for a nice overlord named Valentino. He'll setcha up well!" Angel explained as he hooked aponi's arms with his and guided her inside.

"Thanks..." she muttered.

"Of course! Welcome ta Hell!" Angel exclaimed.

A few minutes of bargaining and Aponi listing off her talents and credentials, she was in.

Angel led her backstage to his own dressing room.

"Since we didn't expect ya, you're gonna have to wait for your own room. But you can use mine until then!" Angel stated.

"Uh okay.. I dont have any clothes...." Aponi muttered.

"Oh no worries babe! You can borrow some'a my stuff! You wearin anything under that dirty ass sweatshirt?" Angel asked.

"Uh yeah.. why?"

"Take it off. I gotta get the vibe'a ya symbols and shit," Angel explained as he gestured to the heart symbols on his chest.

Aponi nodded and took off the sweatshirt, a tank top underneath.

"Jesus you're skinny! I can work with this! What'a ya? A butterfly demon?" Angel asked.

"I guess...." she muttered.

Angel shrugged as he looked into his closet.

"So how'd ya die anyhow?" He asked to make small talk.

"Oh.. I uh.. I hung myself," Aponi replied.

"Oh suicide? Jeez. Me too. But mine was..... somewhat accidental? I overdosed and ended up in a coma," Angel stated.

"really?" Aponi asked.

"Yep. What made'ya wanna kick it?" He wondered as he took out an outfit for her. "Here. Try this. The bathroom is just right there," Angel stated as he handed her the outfit.

Aponi walked into the bathroom.

"Um... to answer your question.... my boyfriend- well... ex boyfriend I should say now... he uh..... he didba bad thing," Aponi stated from inside the bathroom. "But that's really all I wanna say about it," she finished.

"No worries. Your business ain't mine. Ya'almost done?" Angel asked.

Aponi unlocked the door and stepped out in an incredibly short tight orange dress, 8 inch heeled black boots and a black corset.

"Wow! Ya clean up good! Now c'mon. You got one shot to impress Val. You got any songs ya like to sing that are vulgar?" He asked.

"Uh... yeah I got a few.... do I have to... pole dance or....?" Aponi asked nervously.

"Nah. He won't let newbies do it until he gets someone ta train em. He's a dirt bag, but He's professional," Angel stated.

Aponi nodded and sighed in relief.

"You died yesterday?" Angel clarified. Aponi nodded. "How old are ya?" He asked.

"Uh.. 19," she replied.

"Jeez. Whatever your ex did it must'a been real bad. Anywho. Break a leg!" Angel stated before pushing her on stage.

Aponi sighed.

Hours later when work was finished Aponi checked all the cash she made. Not a lot. But enough to pay for the I.M.P business.

Now she just needed a place to stay....

"Aight, I'm out toots. You good here or....?" Angel asked.

"Uh.... do you know somewhere I could stay for like.... no money?" She asked.

"I can hide ya out in my apartment if ya want for a lil bit," Angel stated.

"Really? I'd appreciate that," Aponi replied. Her phone buzzed.

I.M.P: the job is done. Come in tomorrow to pay us.

Aponi: thanks. Will do.

"So what went through your parents minds when choosing ya name?" Angel asked as the two of them walked out of the club.

"Oh. Aponi isn't my real name.. but I figured i needed a new one to uh.... ya know I don't know.... I used to write fanfiction as a thirteen year old and I did a lot of name studying. My real name is Lilly," Aponi explained.

"Ah I won't tell. Angel Dust ain't my real name either," He replied. "You and my friend Cherri would get along real well. We should all hang out sometime," Angel stated.

"Yeah. That'd be great," Aponi replied as she and the spider demon walked together.

[hyunsuks-beanie]

I Love You Too, Love

Bang Chan x reader; just some good ol' tooth-rotting fluff

A/N: My first attempt at writing a real scenario lmao. Do lmk how it was❤Also, it's funny how I'm an anti-romantic to the core, but it all goes out the window when it's Chan

Coming back home at night after a long day at uni/work, you wanted nothing more than to cuddle and watch a nice movie with Chan. Your best friend had been on tour with his group, Stray Kids, for the past three months, and the daily messages and FaceTime calls were not nearly enough to stop you from missing him like crazy. The teeny tiny (or so you insisted) crush that you had on him, didn't help either. You missed his voice, his tight hugs, the way he would always listen to rant about your day, the way he would always know what to say, the way his smile would light up your day, everything. While he did try to fill the gap by still listening to your rants on a daily basis on FaceTime, it just wasn't the same without him being there in person.

Sighing, you unlock your door, expecting to be met with pitch darkness. Instead, what you saw made you drop your bag to the floor, as tears welled up in your eyes. There, standing in the middle of your living room, was Chan, your best friend, who was supposed to be away for yet another month. Not able to believe your eyes, you pinch yourself, only to realize that he is indeed there, in the flesh, smiling at you as if you mean the world to him (unbeknownst to you, you most certainly do).

"Missed me?," he asks, and you suddenly find yourself running towards him at full speed, crashing into his chest and wrapping your arms around him in the tightest hug ever. This causes Chan to slightly lose his balance, and makes him laugh heartily before placing a gentle kiss atop your head. "I missed you too, love. So so so much."

After staying like that for a solid two minutes, you finally break free, glaring up at him playfully. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming home?," You ask, trying your best to suppress your smile and appear angry. This causes him to chuckle before cheekily saying, "If I had told you, I wouldn't have been able to seen your true happiness at seeing me. If you already knew, you would probably have acted as if you're disgusted that I'm back, and we didn't want that now, did we?"

You shove his chest slightly, before finally turning your head towards the dining table, only to be met with the sight and aroma of all your favourite dishes, that Chan had apparently spent all evening trying to make. "You must be hungry. Freshen up and let's dig in, I'm starving," He says, pushing you lightly towards the bathroom. While getting changed, you finally register the fact that your heart is hammering in your chest, reminding you that the man standing in your living room means so much more to you than just your best friend.

Being away from Chan for months has made you realize that what you feel for him is much more than just a crush. You may very well be in love with him, but you're too scared to admit it because neither do you want to face rejection, nor can you bring yourself to put his career at risk. With these thoughts in mind, you finally exit the bathroom, sighing deeply to yourself.

You don't, however, notice that Chan too, is in a dilemma of his own. Before going on tour, he too, knew that he liked you. But being away from you made him realize that you are his home, and that he would much rather be with you than with anyone else. He has been planning to confess today, and has been trying to gauge your feelings ever since you came back home. Your sigh doesn't escape him, and, full of concern, he asks, "What's wrong, love? Got something on your mind? You know you can always tell me." Truth be told, he's worried and scared that you already know about his feelings, and don't reciprocate them. He fails to see your knees going week and a blush creeping up your cheeks at the nickname, and instead, all he notices is you giving him a small smile and saying, "Not at all Channie, I'm completely fine. Now let's eat up before the food goes cold."

Once you guys get a couple bites in, the awkward atmosphere starts easing once again. Chan tells you all about the tour and all the places he saw. "London was the best, but I wish you were there. You would have enjoyed the London Eye." "Well then, you'll have to take me there one day." You tell him about how life has been back in Seoul, ranting about your annoying professor/boss, and he tells you about all the small trinkets that he saw at souvenir shops that reminded him of you. "That charm bracelet was so you, I just had to buy it." "You didn't have to Chan. I don't need any gifts, having you back home is enough."

After dessert, you ask him if he'd stay the night, and he says that since he has the week off, the boys don't expect him to back at dorms until the following morning. "So.....you're staying?," You ask with a small smile tugging at your lips. He smiles back at you lovingly, and ruffles your hair before saying, "Yes love, I'm staying. Now let's watch a movie."

After picking the movie, you come back to sit on the couch next to Chan, throwing your legs across his lap. Now it's his turn to blush, but unlike him, you're not oblivious to his reddening cheeks. "Awww, is Channie blushing? Why? This isn't the first time I've thrown my legs over your lap," You chuckle, causing him to hide his face in his hands. "Yeah but, I've really missed this being away from you all this while," He smiles warmly.

The first half of the movie goes by with the both of you making random comments about it. At one particular scene where the characters are having nachos, Chan suddenly exclaims, "Salsa reminds me, the boys and I learnt a little Salsa during our time in Italy, and I really wanted to teach you some of the moves." "Me?," You ask, bewildered, causing Chan to become shy and start stuttering. "I-I m-mean if you w-want to. It's o-okay if y-you don't."

You're having a hard time trying not to melt into a puddle at his cuteness, as you force your mouth to open, and say, "No Chan, I'd love to." "Really?," He returns to his giggly self, as he gets up off the couch and extends his hand out for your to take. You smile and take his hand, and he brings you to the center of the room. "Just one sec," He says, pausing to pick the music on his phone. Once he's done, he places his phone on the table, and starts guiding you through the dance, one step at a time, with the movie being nothing more than a long-forgotten background noise. "Left foot forward, right foot backward. That's right, now dip, and come back. Now place your leg on my waist....," You both freeze at this, realizing what he just said. It's only then that you notice just how close you are to him, and the familiar feeling of your heart racing comes back. You both stare at each other, hypnotized, before your eyes flick to his lips and back up to his eyes. When he does the same, you timidly ask, "Can I kiss you?"

That's all it takes to break Chan out of his trance, as he crashes his lips onto yours, kissing you as if his life depends on it. You don't even notice that he is backing you up, until you feel your back hit the wall. His lips taste sweet and a little spicy, which you attribute to the food you had earlier. The kiss is soft but full of emotions, and even though it does seem a bit cliche, you can feel fireworks fly. The butterflies in your stomach every time you see Chan seem to have been replaced by a whole zoo, and you can't help but smile into the kiss. This causes Chan to break into a smile as well, before he gently lets go.

"I really want to keep kissing you because God have I been waiting to do that for years, but I feel like I need to get this off my chest first," He says, shy once again. "I like you, a hell lot. Actually no, screw that, I think I'm already in love with you. I've known this for a long time, but I was just scared to admit it. Being away from you during the tour made me realize that I want to be more than just 'best friends' with you. I want to call you 'mine,' and I want to be yours." "Oh Channie, you don't know how much I have wanted to hear you say that you love me too, this distance has been a wake-up call for me too, but I was just so scared of jeopardizing either our friendship, or your career. And I can't have either of those two." "Don't worry about my career, we'll find a way out love. Just say the word, say that you love me." To this, you gawk at him, before saying, "I gave you a speech on that just now, didn't I? Of course I love you." "Yeah but you didn't explicitly say that you love me, idiot. But now that you've said the right words, I legit feel like the happiest man on earth." You shove him slightly before wrapping your arms around his torso. "So, now that we've got our feelings sorted, what does that mean for us?" "Well, for starters, I think it means that my nickname for you just took on a literal meaning," Chan smirks. You pout at this, but then say, "I love you Channie." He places his chin in your head, and says, "I love you too, love."

[apollostears]

ICY HOT [ l. wong ]

↬︎ group: wayv

↬︎ pairing: vampire!lucas x black!huntress!oc

↬︎ warning(s): blood, violence, angst, swearing

↬︎ wc: 1255

↬︎ apart of the ‘cold blooded’ series

PLOT. continuation of ‘cold & colder’ where selene and lucas are about to have their arranged wedding, eight months after the events at the gala. sinister forces are at work to stop this wedding from happening, even if it means death.

2021 halloween masterlist

“selene, i’m telling you what i already know; these flowers will not go with this dress!” selene’s mother had been adamant on her distaste for the flowers her daughter had chosen for her bouquet.

according to her mother it was tacky to want to have black roses as a bouquet.

“great thing you aren’t wearing it, yes? also, this is my wedding, however forced it may be, and i will not allow you to have your way. understood?”

it was rough how she spoke with her mother, but their relationship was strenuous and if it was up to selene, she’d only be her mother by name. queen mei was a lot nicer and more motherly to her than she had ever experienced in her twenty-one years of life. selene wished the undead woman was here instead.

“well, i think it would look lovely paired with you selene! and i’m sure we can make any alterations needed to dress, to make those flowers fit!” her wedding planner, kai, had encouraged.

in the few months selene had been planning this ceremony, kai had to endure a lot of tense conversations and awkward stares. selene would make sure the prestigious wedding planner was paid handsomely.

“thank you, kai. now, what’s next?” she asked, handing the flowers back to the florist before following kai out the shop.

her mother was the last thing on selene’s mind as the two chatted away about the day’s plans. “actually, you and the prince will be meeting at the castle for a private dance session with estelle and eben to go over the first and final dance. after that, you are free for the day.”

selene let out a sigh of relief. planning for a wedding was exhausting. especially one that’s fit for a prince and soon-to-be princess of the vampire race. it was still very weird to her. a huntress marrying a vampire; a prey being with its predator. she was sure that several people throughout the supernatural world were not pleased with this union. and neither was she to be honest, but then she understood why this was happening and figured she push her pride aside for the greater good.

“am i to change then before heading over there?” selene had been dressed in light blue jeans and a cream colored turtleneck with trainers on.

without paying her any mind, kai gave her an answer that had the huntress smiling and rolling her eyes at her. “aye-aye boss lady.”

after selene's comment, the rest of the ride to selene's apartment was silent. reese, her driver, had dropped mrs. cole off first, much to selene's pleasure. their exchange was brief with her mom promising to call later about her table seating for everyone that rsvp'd.

truthfully, selene was surprised by the turnout for the reception. she didn't have many friends, but she did invite the few that still liked her despite her situation. lucas invited whoever he knew and then the rest were just elders that the two would have to grow familiar with during their reign as king and queen.

"hate to put you on a time limit, but you really only have ten minutes before we have to be at the gate to make it on time." kai advised, fingers moving across the ipad.

selene nodded and quickly exited the car with the help of reese, to enter her apartment building. her place of sanctuary for the last four years of her life. she was only twenty-one, about to turn twenty-two, and her she was about to get married to an immortal being. being's that she, just a few months ago, was slaying in the streets at night.

entering her penthouse suite, selene hastily got changed. going through the motions, she slipped on some sweatpants and a cotton crop-top with sneakers. grabbing a water bottle and her keys, selene was on her way out the door when she noticed something.

"took you awhile to notice me darling. planning a wedding makes you soft, doesn't it?" his voice was smooth, non-threatening in the slightest, but that doesn't stop the chill that runs down her spine.

"the fuck are you doing here?" she was nervous. how long had he been here? how did she miss him? why was he here?

the man tsk'd and stood from the loveseat positioned by her window overlooking the city. his posture was straight, footsteps heavy, and stature terrifying. selene was not one easily frightened, but he. . . he was her version of the boogeyman.

she backed up slowly, moving closer to the door for an easy escape. "don't run from me angel. i just came to share something interesting with you."

"who's to say that you're telling the truth?"

suddenly, he stopped moving, almost looking like he was in thought before he lunged at selene and pushed her up against the wall with a harsh grip on her neck.

she was surprised and scared, her nails leaving tiny trails of blood on his hands as she clawed at them for release. he hadn't restricted her airway yet, careful not to squeeze too hard to avoid bruising. his breath tickled her ear as he leaned forward to whisper in it.

"someone isn't who they say they are, princess. several people are working actively against you as we speak. now, i'd hate for my favorite monster slayer to perish over some trivial diplomacy. so, be a good girl and figure out who it is after you and your precious vampire prince." he warned, releasing his grip on her neck at the end.

selene glared at him as she attempted to soothe her burning skin. "how can i trust you? you just attempted to choke me out and broke it my house. how do i know it's not you plotting against me?"

as she questioned him, the man made his way back over to her window and pushed it open. "if i wanted you dead, i would have killed you the second you stepped foot in the door. see you later selene."

and just as easily as he came in, he was gone like nothing happened. all that was left of his presence was her aching throat and her open window.

"hey selene! you in there? we gotta go!" kai's voice pulled selene back to reality and she cleared her sore throat before speaking.

"yes! yes, sorry! i'm coming out now." she called out, hastily picking up the items she dropped and rushing to her door. selene stopped in her tracks at her face in the mirror. her dark skin showed no signs of bruising, but the fear in her eyes said everything she needed to know.

shaking her head, selene attempted to pull herself together before opening her door and stepping out into the hallway.

"that's my bad. i forgot where i put my water bottle." she laughed, locking her door.

her hands were shaking and she cursed herself for being so weak. she's supposed to be this feared huntress and she can't even lock her fucking door.

"hey, you okay? are you nervous about seeing lucas?"

kai was kind. too kind for her own good, but selene had to remind herself that she hadn't grown up in the world she did. where kindness gets you killed.

"yes. just hungry probably. lets go, we're already late."

but what selene didn’t know, and wouldn’t until later, was that people really were watching her every move. and if kai hadn’t of came when she did, she would be dead.

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Chapter twenty five: “The End”

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Warning(s): a bit of swearing ; post-timeskip manga spoilers!!

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Or aka, ‘The Sakusa Kiyoomi Theory’

Act One: “Who is Sakusa Kiyoomi?”

Saturday, 6:23 am, “y/n's home”

“You're late,” said y/n with crossed arms, she was already waiting for him at the door of her house. “I hope this doesn't become routine.”

It was already morning in the streets of Paris. Tendou Satori and her neighbor (and best friend), y/n l/n, were walking towards their famous bakery and chocolate shop, ‘Sweet Strawberries.’ It was a small place with a few tables to sit for tea and delicious things to eat. Also, although it was small, it was quite crowded.

“Woah, how angry you are today, little baker... More than usual, actually” y/n shook her head at her friend's comment. “But obviously I already know why, and it seems that you know why too.”

Y/n decided to ignore what Satori had said, and keep walking quite ahead of him. It was still an hour before the store opened, but they already had several orders that were due to deliver around nine in the morning. A three-tier wedding cake, forty heart-shaped chocolates for the anniversary of a married couple, and of course, the strawberry cake for someone named Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Around a quarter to seven, they arrived at the bakery, and they got down to work to get all the orders completed on time. 

Tendou was more dedicated to the chocolate part, of course, and to serve customers. Despite y/n had advanced a lot in terms of her social skills, she still needed to learn a little about how to communicate normally with a person.

“That 'Sakusa Kiyoomi' has a Japanese name, do you think he is too?” y/n asked, wiping flour from her hands.

“I don't know, they could be. But doesn't that name sound too familiar to you?”  Satori replied.

“That's exactly what I was thinking!”

“Weird.”

“Yeah... Anyway, the customer asked not to make the chocolate so bitter so add more milk to that please.”

“Yes, boss!” Satori made a military signal and continued his work.

Act Two: “Pretending to be Sakusa Kiyoomi.”

8:39 am, “Paris” (?)

Bokuto Koutarou, along with Miya Atsumu and Hinata Shoyo were lost in Paris. They had circled the Eiffel Tower at least five times. But it seemed they hadn't realized it yet.

They were more lost than Bokuto studying math. But a simple city would not defeat them so easily... would it?

“Maybe we should have brought Sakusa,” Hinata said after round number six.

“And hear him complain about how dirty everything is? No thanks,” Atsumu Miya replied, shaking his head. “We don't need Omi-Omi. I, Miya Atsumu, am enough to know where we are.”

Atsumu put a hand on his chest, pretending to be offended. Bokuto and Hinata looked around, ignoring the enormous tower behind them, wondering where they were.

“And where are we then?”

“Paris, of course” he replied. “I can’t believe you’re seriously asking that, Shoyo.”

Hinata and Bokuto looked at each other, unable to believe what their teammate was saying.

“Sure…” Bokuto said, getting his phone out of his pocket. It was time to be the serious person of the trio. “Akaashi, we got lost” and that time was now over. Koutarou was crying as he spoke to his friend, who was on another continent. “No, I can't stop crying, Akaashi. I swear I was following the steps you wrote on the map so we wouldn't get lost, but Atsumu wanted to take the lead, so he broke the instructions, and we don’t know where we are. It's all his fault...! No, Sakusa has not come either.”

“Hey! It wasn't my fault,” the dyed blonde complained, crossing his arms. “And we never needed Omi-Omi!”

“Okay, Akaashi, I'll do it. Bye, love you… As a bro of course” Bokuto finished saying and hung up. “He told me I have to call Tendou. Is the only way.”

Hinata started shaking his head from side to side, while Atsumu slapped his forehead with his hand. Then a message came from Keiji; It was the number of Tendou Satori himself. Bokuto started dialing the numbers that appeared on the screen of his phone, on Hinata's.

“Wait wait, shouldn't I speak? He might recognize your voice” Hinata said, awkwardly taking the phone from Bokuto's hands. 

“He would also recognize yours, Shoyo. I'll do it.” Atsumu snatched the device from him and pressed the call button. “Hello, sir, what’s up? I'm Sakusa Kiyoomi, could you help me get to your store? I'm a bit lost... How did I get your number you ask? Eh– It's on your website dude! You should delete it, some people pretend to be someone else and you should not fall for that...”

Act Three: “If Sakusa Kiyoomi was real, we should have brought him.”

10:04 am, “Sweet Strawberries Bakery and Chocolate Shop”

“I can't believe it took us almost two hours to get here! It wasn't even that far from the hotel” Hinata said looking towards the building that was a few meters in front of them.

“Six blocks. Can’t believe it either.” Atsumu wiped the sweat from his brow. “And now that? Are we going in or not?”

Bokuto went pale. He was going to see you, after so many years without communicating or having exchanged glances. He never imagined that he would see you again after that cold day in Miyagi. He had made a thousand scenarios in his head of how you two meet again: in some distant future you visit your hometown and he visits Hinata, and thus you meet in the park or on the street. You would have your own family, and he would have his. But that would happen in many years, not now. Not at this moment, when neither of you had grown enough... When he hadn't managed to forget you yet. But these weren't Koutarou's inventions, this was reality.

The incredible and stupid reality.

“I don't want to go in,” Bokuto said suddenly and stopped walking. “I’m not ready.”

Atsumu, who was already one step away from the door, turned to see him. Hinata collided with Miya's chest because he was walking right behind him.

“What are you talking about? Let's go in now” Atsumu said walking towards the ex-owl. “We didn't change the whole tour just so you don't go see your little girlfriend… We change it so you do! Don't be scared, do it now or you'll regret it for life. I remember how you talked about her during practice, and I even want to meet her after that! Come on dude, use the little braveness you have left.”

It seemed that Atsumu's words, or Hinata's smile next to him, made Bokuto take courage and head towards the entrance of the shop. 

A bell rang before three pairs of feet echoed through the small place. There was a great smell of chocolate that invaded every inch of the establishment. Hinata paced around the place until the sound of a door opening made the three teammates turn their heads to where the sound was coming from.

“Welcome, what can I offer-- So all of you are Sakusa Kiyoomi, huh?” Satori Tendou said, coming out of the back-room. “You see guys, I never believed this would happen. It makes me think a lot too… So, is Sakusa Kiyoomi even real?”

Atsumu, Hinata, and Bokuto were paralyzed in place for several seconds. The former Shiratorizawa monster stood with his hands on his hips, staring at them.

“Is it Sakusa Kiyoomi? Tell him I'm coming in a minute!” y/n yelled from the back room.

“Oh no, y/n, it’s someone much better!” Tendou replied, holding back his laughter. “You won't believe it even if you see this!”

Then, silence took over the place until a few quick steps interrupted it. A figure appeared through the door, with several boxes in their hands. A pile of boxes so big it covered their face.

“Help me, Satori, I'm going to fall” y/n complained, and after Tendou took out the boxes that covered her view, she saw her friend smiling widely. “What?”

Satori, who couldn't contain his laughter anymore, gestured with his head towards the three statues in the middle of the place. And finally, seeing her friend's face, he started to laugh out loud.

“Kou?”

“A-and Hinata!” shouted Bokuto nervously. Shoyo looked at him and then pointed at Atsumu.

“And also Atsumu!”

“And Saku– shit, we should have brought Omi-Omi after all…”

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I hope you loved it as much as I did. I truly enjoyed it writing, and I’m happy to finish it too.

I’ll appreciate it a lot if you comment down below what you thought about the series. I’ll read you later -Tina.

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Love In Sin

Chapter 9

Summary - Special Agent Winchester is forced to go undercover with his frenemy Special Agent L/N when they try to track down a notorious drug dealer. How will Y/N and Dean complete their task? Will their relationship worsen or will new feelings emerge between them?

Pairing - AU!Detective Dean Winchester x Reader

Warning - None, Fluff-ish

Word Count - 1.5k

Square Filled - Clothes Sharing ( @spndeanbingo )

A/N 1 - Surprise, this series lives! So, it has been a loooong time. I wasn't originally planning to post this part today but my college is killing me and I am hardly getting any writing (and reading) done. This was already done and edited so I finally decided to post this today.

A/N 2 - This may seem like a filler chapter but it's not, trust me. It's a very important chapter which plays a crucial part in the next chapters. ENJOY!

Beta'd by the absolute sweetheart @deanwanddamons <3<3

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Groaning loudly, Dean dropped his head as you paced around the room, complaining for the hundredth time that night.

“Will you stop?” He grumbled. You came to a halt when you heard his words and turned to look towards him. Throwing a glare his way you continued your pacing .

“Y/N/N, stop it. This isn't going to solve our problem - it'll only annoy the tenants downstairs,” he said and got up from his chair.

“What are we supposed to do? My pacing around is definitely not helping neither is your what, fourth glass of whiskey,” you retorted.

“Third,” Dean said, “this is my third glass and I'm tryin’ to get drunk.”

“We ended up in this situation because we were slacking and this is exactly what we are doing again,” you raised your voice, regretting your decision to stay at Dean’s house with him, “if you won't even try to get out of this situation, I'll be going back to my house tomorrow.”

“You won't stay alone in that house until we catch that son of a bitch,” he said, setting his glass and walking over to you, “it's dangerous.”

You knew it was dangerous considering how the house you had rented in Kansas was destroyed when you had gone back to get your belongings - furniture was thrashed, utensils were broken and clothes were torn, but nothing was stolen. It was clear that Crowley's men were trying to send you a sign to leave their boss alone.

It was Bobby who suggested that staying alone and travelling a few kilometres everyday to discuss the proceedings of the case would be a bad idea since Crowley and Co. were waiting for the perfect opportunity to cause disruption in the case. And knowing how ruthless Crowley could be, murder and kidnapping didn't seem like a far-fetched option for him.

Dean had piped up saying it would be better to stay at his house since he had noticed your house had a weak security system. His other reason was that he had a car, unlike you.

Needless to say, you had reluctantly agreed to stay with the green eyed detective, but deep down inside, you knew that staying with Dean gave you a sense of security and you didn't want to let that go.

“We will figure a way out,” he said, standing a little too close to you.

“How?” You asked the obvious question.

“I have contacted my brother. He will be working as our lawyer to get them to drop the charges. Sammy will be here early morning tomorrow,” he said, removing a stray piece of hair from your face, “but you gotta cool down, sweetheart. Give that pretty little head of yours a little rest.”

“I-I can't. I am freaking out Dean,” you said.

“I know. You have almost bore a hole in the ground by your pacing,” you hit his arm lightly, making him chuckle, “I'm thinkin’ about the case too.”

“Is Sam-will he be able to….this is a critical one,” you mumbled, looking down at the floor.

“I have faith in my brother and he can go to hell and back to save me just like I can. Sammy will do anything to help us. Trust me,” he said, putting a finger under your chin, prompting you to look up at him. He leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead. This simple act worked like a sedative and you calmed down a bit.

“Join me for a drink,” Dean said and strolled his way back to the couch. You followed him and took a seat beside him. Pouring a drink, he handed you the glass.

“One drink. Only.” You said.

“Alright.”

“Who do you think might be the mole?” you asked, taking a sip of your drink

“It can be anyone. Charlie, Kevin, Bobby, Rufus-”

“Ruby, you,” he nodded, “me.”

“Like I said, it could be anyone,” Dean said.

“Motive?”

“Depends.”

“Do you think we can prove our innocence?” You asked, “the cops kinda caught us red handed and-”

“It's….tough.” Dean said and jumped out of his seat, knocking over the tumbler of ice.

You tilted your head in confusion, furrowing your eyebrows.

“What?” You insisted.

“A few years back, when we were only fledglings in the bureau, Rufus Turner was working Crowley’s case. This information was in the case file that Bobby gave to us. He had arrested two men in his gang but by the time they had got to know about that dick, they had already lost him. He had escaped the feds again,” he explained, flailing his arms all around in excitement.

“Maybe we can find out who those two men were and interrogate them about Crowley,” you said, smiling a little for the first time that night, knowing you had a lead.

“Now all we need is access to those two men's files. FBI is not gonna help us so we have to take matters in our own hands. I’ll call Ash and ask him to find those,” Dean said and ran back to his room to get his phone.

“Ash? What about Charlie?” You asked, when he came back to the room, “And shouldn't you tell Sam first? He is our lawyer and he should be informed about this.”

“It's not like we are gonna interrogate a witness and Ash is a good friend of mine. He is not a fed whereas Charlie works at the bureau and right now we can't trust anyone who works there because we don't know who might be working as a two-faced devil and ratting us out to the God of the Underworld,” Dean said, dialing Ash’s number.

“Ash,” he said when the said man picked up the phone after a few rings.

“Listen, we are kind of in a tricky situation here-oh you heard….not really, we got one week….no it won't….I know you're a busy man, Ash,” Dean said, rolling his eyes, “but we need your help….yeah….the thing is we need access to the old case files related to the drug mafia Crowley….yeah I know that genius….can't you-fine….I owe you one.”

“So?” You asked, hoping for good news.

“Ash will let us know by morning,” he said.

“Can we trust him?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” you reached for the bottle of whiskey.

“What do you think you're doing?” Dean asked, raising his brow.

“Relaxin’,” you shrugged, “you should try to relax sometimes.”

“You think you're such a smartass, huh?” He said and plopped down on the couch beside you, making you giggle.

“Thanks for tonight, Winchester,” you turned towards your friend.

“For what? For helping you calm down when you were running around like a headless chicken?” He smirked.

“Shut up,” you grumbled, “you know what I mean.”

“I'm here for you. We're in this shit together and I promise to get us out of this mess,” he said as you moved closer to him.

“And I have faith in you.” He pulled you closer and kept your head on his shoulder. He hummed in response. You closed your eyes, sighing loudly, but the sweet moment of coziness was interrupted quickly.

Your eyes flew open, “You son of a bitch, Winchester! Way to ruin a moment! How dare you put ice in my sweatshirt?” Dean laughed out loud.

“First of all, that's my sweatshirt you are wearing and you were looking too peaceful with your head on my shoulder,” he laughed.

“Fuck you!” You growled, and hit his arm hard.

“Ow!” He rubbed his arms. Dean effectively dodged your second attack, “woah, easy there tiger.” By now you were laughing too. As your laughter died down, you looked at Dean and saw him smiling softly at you. You blushed furiously under his strong gaze.

“You hungry?” Dean asked, clearing his throat.

“Uh-huh. Kinda forgot about food today until now.” You said, diverting your eyes.

“I'm thinking about ordering pizza. You okay with that?” He asked.

“Sure.” You said.

Half an hour later, as you were enjoying the delicious pizza and watching some crappy tv trying to put a break on the racing thoughts, you heard Dean speak.

“About earlier,” he sighed.

“Oh yeah. You better be sorry Winchester,” you gave him an annoyed look.

“No, I'm not sorry for that. It was fun,” he laughed.

“No it wasn't,” you said, but failed to hide the smile threatening to take over your face.

“It made you smile,” he pointed out.

“Fine, you're forgiven,” you said as Dean gave you a cheeky grin.

“In all seriousness, what I said earlier, I meant it. I promise to get us out of this mess,” he said, leaning down to give you a chaste kiss on your cheek, your skin tingling with an unknown sensation.

“I know,” you said, “I think I should go to bed now. We have a long day ahead of us.” Dean nodded as you got up and made your way over to his guest room.

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Thirteenth Day of Twelve - An Epilogue You Weren't Expecting

A/N - Surprise to almost all. I wanted to write the teams reaction and I hoped I pulled it off along with other things...

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"Baby..." You moaned, as Jack crawled off you and headed for the bathroom.

She turned around with her hands on her hips, wearing only your hoodie and panties. "Didn't take you long to create that nickname."

"Shut up you like it." You smirked at her slight blush and she continued into the ensuite.

"You know I'm going to have to go home soon."

"I did not know this." You made it sound like it was the most absurd thing she's ever said. "What would posess you to do such a thing?"

"Shut up." You head the sound of flushing and then the tap. "As much as I loved spending the night and morning with you, hun. I need to get ready for work tomorrow."

You sighed, slumping back down into bed. You knew this was the inevitablity after spending almost the last 24 hours with her and only four of them were sleep. "fine. Still layout worst idea, ever."

"Well that's a lite dramatic." She smirked, standing in the doorway with her hand stretched up against the frame, making the hem of her shirt rise.

You knew it was her plan but to hell with being caught. Your eyes tracked from her feet up her toned calves, thighs that you could spend hours looking at and...

"Ahem."

"Please come here." You all but moaned.

"Ok but this time -" She walked slowly towards the bed.

"Anything you want. We agreed, now come here so I can kiss you." This time there was a groan just before Jack was in reach and you pulled her down onto you.

She left a few hours later before sunset claiming there were still chores to be done and washing to be put on. But you both agree of work wasn't busy this next week that.youd spend some 'school' nights over her place. Nothing was defined yet but neither of you cared. Whatever this was, was the best gift you'd ever gotten.

Monday morning came around and you walked into the bullpen. It looked like you were the first one into work, other than Gibbs, it was 0800. After you dumped your gear at your desk, you heard the laughter of all five of your friends walking down the main stairs. They caught your eye and all grinned like cheshire cats. You eyed them suspeciously until a certain beautiful blonde walked out of the hallway and jogged to catch them.

"Kasie you forgot-" She stopped half way down the stairs when she saw you and almost looked guilty.

Your suspicious gaze moved from the five cats to your Jack. "Okay, what the hell am I missing?" You questioned with your hands on your hips.

"Her gun is locked in the drawer right?" You heard Jimmy not so quietly whisper, taking a step back.

"Too many cameras for her to get away with six homicides." Nick added, taking a step closer to Ellie.

"Five."

"Five?" Jimmy questioned looking from you to everyone else, double checking his numbers.

"I wouldn't kill Jack." You shrugged with a smirk, locking eyes with Jack who had joined the rest of you in the bullpen.

You heard awes from you assumed Kasie and Ellie. Jack stepped through the group and came around to stand beside you behind your desk. She placed a quick peck on your cheek which you leaned into before whispering, "They all came to ask how my final present went Saturday night." She tucked your hair behind your ear before placing another kiss on your cheek.

You were meant to be smiling, she was being all touchy feely in front of the team and you had dreamed of this for months but you could only frown.

They knew?

"Here it comes." Jimmy took a step back, hiding behind Nick who was half standing behind Ellie.

"You all knew?!" You all but shouted.

The grins were back up except for Jimmy, you couldn't see his mouth.

"Known for a while actually." In walked Gibbs, squeezing past the group and sat at his desk.

"Wait he knew?!" You looked at Gibbs who was glaring at you. "Sorry- wait no I'm not. You told Gibbs?" You turned to Jack who was trying her best not to laugh but failing miserably. Her eyes always gave her away.

She intertwined your fingers, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. While your other hand still stayed on your hip. "Told him first. Had to have an inside man before I left for NOLA -"

"So Elaine didn't tell you I ordered. Jack did." Gibbs nodded slowly. "Lucky I didn't interrogate her."

"I'd pay to see that." Gibbs chuckled, your glare didn't help.

"Tim found out next then Kasie and then somehow everyone else found out." She raised a brow at Kasie.

She held up her hands. " I did my best but Nick caught me at Y/ns desk and then everyone else found out." Eyes were on Nick.

"I'm still slightly offended you couldn't trust me to keep a secret, Agent Sloane." Jimmy stepped out from behind Nick.

"Oh please you couldn't lie to save your life." Nick pointed out kind of harshly but Jimmy swayed his head and agreed.

"No offence Jimmy but I really wasn't planning on telling anyone until I got called away to NOLA."

"Called away?" You all turned to see Vance standing on the halfway landing on to stairs.

You went to let go of Jack's hand but she held on tight. "Please don't tell me-"

"Oh I figured it out on day one." Leon smiled at you.

"Only because you saw me putting the chocolates on Y/ns desk, Leon." Jack rolled her eyes and Leon shrugged.

The others laughed, Tim and Ellie going and sitting at their desks leaving Nick to rest against Ellie's desk and Jimmy and Kasie to keep standing near yours. Leon continued on his journey to his actual destination.

"Now that the cats out of the bag can we get back to work?"

"Sure." Jack answered Gibbs and then turned to you with a big smile. "Want to have lunch with me later?"

You grinned, ignoring everyone watching you. "Just us?"

"Just us."

"It'll be-" Gibbs actually stopped. Stopped mid grumble at Jack's pointed glare.

"The sooner I finish my conversation, cowboy, the sooner she'll get to work. Plus work doesn't technically start for another..." She checked her watch. "Ten minutes."

There was silence from everyone. Kasie and Jimmy slowly stepped back, retreated to the elevator while Nick walked over to his desk.

"It's a Christmas miracle." Nick joked but soon shut up when Gibbs glare moved from Jack to Nick.

"I'd love to." You beamed and leant in to kiss Jack on the cheek but she turned and you connected with her lips. You heard a flurry of clapping from behind you which could only be Ellie before you succumbed to Jack's touch before it melted away all too quickly.

"I'll come down when I'm hungry and pick you up." She smirked, the twinkle in her eye only for you to see which almost made you blush.

You could only nod and she was gone. "I still can't believe you all knew. Even-" You looked down at the clock. "Still got a few minutes. Even Gibbs." You continued and saw a smirk appear on the bosses' face.

The hunger happened at just after midday. No new case for the team so Jack grabbed your hand and tugged you out of the office. Ellie couldn't stop smiling.

"Wait Jack-" She piped up and you both stopped walking and turned.

"Was Dinner the final gift or..."

You both smirked and looked at each other before turning back to Bishop.

"Or?" Jack raised a brow while.you stayed silent. To be fair, she hadn't really clarified it either.

"You know..." Nick popped up beside Bishop, waving his finger between you both.

You couldn't help but laugh, Jack however held her poker face strong. "I do know, Nick, and that's something you'll never find out."

You groaned and Jack looked at you, your cheeks flushing, knowing what was about to happen.

"See by not answering that, you've answered it loud and clear." Nick grinned, having bested Jack Sloane, sort of.

"Well played Nicholas." She conceded. "Now I need food and a makeout session so I can get my head back in the game."

You couldn't believe the words that flew.oit of her mouth.

"I said it and I don't regret it."

Luckily the elevator doors opened and you both hopped in.

"Don't hold up the elevator!" You head Nick shout before the doors closed and you both laughed.

"That's what cars are for." You mumbled before Jack's lips were on yours, your hands immediately gripping her waist and pulling her close.

The kiss didn't last long because you hadn't held up the elevator but it was enough for you never want to stop. You'd missed her. It seemed silly but not having her beside you in bed last night just felt wrong.

"Come home with me tonight." You breathed, as she stepped away and the elevator came to a stop.

She interlaced your fingers together and walked.off the elevator. "Miss me last night?"

Even though she was being lighthearted and teasing, you saw the hope in her eyes. "Yes and this morning and about half an hour ago...sorry."

She stopped walking, tugging you close, ignoring all the people walking around you on the path. "Don't be sorry. I missed you too." With her other hand she reached up and tucked some hair behind your ear. "Missed the little purrs you make in your sleep, the steady rise and fall of your breathing, the smile I saw when I woke up Sunday morning and the constant whining-" She laughed into the kiss but it disappeared slowly and time stood still.

"Is that a yes?" You ghosted over her lips, mission the corner of her mouth, then her cheek.

"Yes." She breathed. "Yes to tonight, yes to tomorrow and yes to me being.your gift and now the dinner."

You threw your head back and laughed. She knew how to perfectly ruin a moment but make it better at the same time. "I knew it!"

Jacqueline Sloane was the perfect gift. She was a gift to whomever she met and came across and you were one lucky son of a bitch to get to call her yours for as long as she'd have you.

. . . .

Unsure how far out of character Jack may be in this one but 🤷🏼‍♀️ it's my own creation so who knows what JS is like behind closed doors. Hope you liked it. I'll get back to writing other things now.

[thefirsthogokage]

Time to Hate-Watch Turner and Hooch, Episode 5

Because I am bored. And I hate myself. Of you aren't ok with me hate-watching and commenting, well then this is not the post you are looking for. Please move along.

Ah, yes, reminder of the love triangle they put in a kids copaganda show for the parents. Again. Because reminder: they did that last week.

Ew, bad shaky camera work.

Oh god she was listening to that music as a personal stake out sound track by choice? Like, why?

"You're all hopped up on juice boxes and I don't like it." I did like that line.

Laura is 5 years old.

I do like the theme song.

You know what also is weird about this supposed kids show? The episodes are nearly 50 minutes long. No kid is going to pay attention to that long of an episode.

So much natural lighting and making Hooch very yellow in some scenes and not others.

I'm probably too tired to watch this tonight.

Honestly that poor girl. Such a big crush on a very oblivious dipshit.

Branden is a fucking gift to this show. Again, I am just so glad he kept acting after Power Rangers SPD. Not many former PRs stay in the business, let alone get steady work. I'm really proud of him!

Rain. This show must be filmed in Vancouver. Actually, I vaguely remember hearing it was shot there. ... (Googles)... Haha

I mean, air cold enough mid-day to see their breath + rain had to = Vancouver. I mean I guess Portland too. But either way, California my ass.

Dreary natural lighting. Classic Vancouver. I can't believe anyone could actually think this would look like California.

Having Laura recognize a lot of people so that they could give her information to make her getting the information super easy is certainly a choice... by writers who don't want to work to hard. Then again, I think this is supposed to be a a family friendly show...kind of. Line, this isn't a straight up specific demographic this is targeted towards. They just have done a few things I absolutely would not put in a kids show this day and age. Like, it honestly so bizarre to watch.

I'm not fond of stories like this. Guy is getting married, all aspects of the case have a relation to weddings. It's just too much happenstance in this episode. And I'm tired, I should have very little ability to notice most of the is shit tonight.

Oh god, this would be so painful if I wasn't so sleepy. Like, what the fuck are you doing, Laura. Well, at least this is showing Lyndsy's versatility and expressiveness. My god this is such a different character then Alex on Nikita.

Tired sidenote, my watermelon is very good.

Laura gets up to leave after getting this woman to hang out with her. The woman has to remind her that she doesn't know where she lives. I liked that.

"Thank you for your never-ending aquatic references." Ok, this show does have some good lines.

(This is honestly like kind of watching Lucifer. I hat the show, but occasionally there are so lines that I really like. Though I did stop watching Lucifer because I just hated it too much. I was only watching it out of boredom.)

I am really glad that they have a Native guest star. It's nice to see more Native rep on shows the past couple years.

Messaging: Kids, you gotta stand up for other kids being bullied because you are just as bad as the bullies if you just stand there. I'm really ok with this messaging. Good job, so that I mostly don't like.

I'm sorry, I'm so tired.

"His name was Jean-Luc-" Me: stares at camera in 'Robert Duncan McNeill directed this episode and is the primary Executive Producer on this show.'

For those of you who don't know, RDM was Tom Paris in Star Trek Voyager and a character who's name I can't remember that he also played on Star Trek TNG.

Fun fact, Tom Paris was initially going to be the same character he played on TNG, but something about rights blah blah blah, made that a no-go.

Sorry, back to me hate-watching while tired.

Oh god there are 21 minutes left.

Why is Laura holding a guinea pig? And why does she have a karaoke machine?

Why is Branden's character having a romantic time with his fiance while on a case? Ugh, the unprofessionalism. Like, aren't they only a two hour drive from home? Why is this happening? Do they think of distance like the British? Or people who live in Saint Louis? (Seriously, in Saint Louis some people think 20 minutes is a long drive. Granted, ten minutes is a long drive for me, but the position I have to sit in to drive really aggravates my Interstitial Cystitis (meaning I have to pee so, so bad the whole time I am in the car)).

I want to take this moment to apologize. I am very sorry about the tangents and the personal health and whatnot. But at this point I'm too tired to go bad and delete things or care about what else I'm going to write, so I'm just going to keep going without my filter on. Of you make it through this whole thing with me, bless you you sweet, sweet, probably bored soul.

🎶Ooo Heaven is a place on earth 🎶

Oh god, so much tomato stuff. All over the bathroom. The very white bathroom. Good luck with that...Scott? Is that our main characters name? Scott? I don't care to look it up at th- yeah it's Scott, Laura just said it.

Uh, shouldn't that have been made of metal? Either way, shitty craftsmanship if the dog could break it that easily.

That can't be how you train a bomb sniffing dog.

No way someone who's been a police officer for a few years wouldn't know that there are drugs on literally every bill.

Again, family show why?

Neither of them thought there would be a back door?

This while thing is insane. Not in anyway that I find entertaining. But I'd probably be more pissed if I it was more conscious. You should probably be reading all of my angry sounding things as just very tired and a bit sedate because of the tiredness.

I'm sorry Branden's character was a soldier in combat and he's never been shot? Unless I'm misremembering. But seriously, he doesn't know what getting shot in the vest fells like.

Oh look, the girlfriend fires at vehicles driving towards her too. In the same episode..I hate when things are related like that. Not upper level writing.

Why was the Secret Service also looking for those people? What? That can't possibly be their preview.

(Before I finished the episode, I discovered that for the second time this week, I did not get to the litter box fast enough (as in since this morning) to prevent my cat from moving the liner enough to pee between it and the box. So, at 11pm I had to go clean that out.)

Like this guy wouldn't know that he was copping to extortion by saying that.

God, why are they making this case the dad was working on (stupid arching plot in a family tv show why? For the adults who can tell this show is bad already?) even more complicated? Like, is this going to get Heroes level stupidly complex? Because that shit killed that show. Ok, so it probably won't be that bad...just the kids show equivalent of that bad.

Oh good for you, girl who's name I never learned! Quit the job with the evil boss! Please let her be OH NATALIE! Once again, thank you Laura for saying the name of the character whose name I wasn't sure of. What was I saying... Of yeah, I hope Natalie comes back and wasn't just on one episode. More native characters on TV please!

Oh wait, am I just realizing the girls in the live triangle were both on Glee, or did I remember that in a previous post? I know they were both on Glee from the moment I saw them in this show, but, like, I somehow didn't realize it was a very mini Glee reunion when they were in the same scene?

Wait, where did Scott wash Hooch if it wasn't in his own place the first time? Where was that bathroom? Wait, unless this isn't the bathroom in him home? I was definitely too tired to watch this. That might be saving me on the anger level, but it's certainly making it a bit difficult to keep track of some stuff.

Oh bad edit/consistency moment with the foam on Scott's face. Always hating to me.

Episode over.

Closing Thoughts: This show is still driving me insane with it's not on point demographic aiming and just silliness that isn't really good-silly, more like bad-silly. Also, I'm tired.

[curiousconch]

Fight or Flight

Chapter 13 of Ricochet (An Open Heart AU)

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Synopsis: Bryce and Heather both need to make major decisions as they face the final revelation about what truly transpired during Heather's kidnapping.

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x MC (Dr. Heather Song) ft. PLATONIC Ethan Ramsey

Words: 3.5k+ | Genre: Crime, Suspense/Thriller, Romance

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / language, hints of violence

Author's Notes: So this took too long to write, and frankly, I'm still reeling with it. I have long planned the conclusion of this series but I am still shocked with how I came up with this final twist. I do hope you forgive me for sitting on this for far too long. Life wasn't making it easier.

Also, disclaimer: Majority of the characters are owned by Pixelberry, except the main character Heather Song.

"You can't go back to the case, Lahela."

Bryce pounded his fists on his oak desk in frustration. He just came out of a meeting from Chief Tanaka, requesting for him to be assigned back on the Farrugia case.

Victim - prosecutor relations. Possible disbarrment. Termination. To sum it all up, his career will be in jeopardy.

These are the looming threats over Bryce's head if he didn't back off the case. Not that he had much choice. Now that his and Heather's faces were plastered across every Boston online article from the gala.

He couldn't help but to think that someone planned to stop his involvement in the case. Probably because that person knows he's doomed once Bryce works his way to untangle the web of conspiracies that transpired.

Resolved, the ADA swears to himself to get to the bottom of it before he lets this go. Sitting down, his mind ventures to Heather, wishing that her day back to Edenbrook was going much smoother than his was.

*** 

Unfortunately, before noon, Heather found herself in a supply closet.

It was proving more difficult to go back to normalcy after everything that has happened. Patients recognize her from the news coverage. Doctors, nurses, even half the staff was treating her like something fragile. Even the usually grumpy attending that was her boss wasn't trying to get on her toes today.

For Heather, it was incredibly disorienting.

But the probable reason behind how everyone was acting weird around her was that early morning incident.

While taking on an emergency case, she froze up. The last time she did was during her intern year. And that was for an entirely different reason. This time, her head blanked out because she thought she saw Ed Farrugia in that gurney. The slithering snake of a man he was. She couldn't move her fingers, nor speak because of the mixed emotions of her imagined vision.

Edenbrook was where it all began.

Luckily, Dr. Naveen was around to sub for her.

And thus began her slow downturn, reaching the tipping point in this condemned supply closet.

Eyes closed and breathing slowly, Heather struggled to free herself from the suffocation she was feeling. She loved Edenbrook, she loved working here. But now, why does she only feel dread the first day she again set foot on it?

Beep beep.

The sound of her pager momentarily freed her from her prodding mind. It was Ethan. He wanted to see her at Chief Banerji's office. Sighing deeply, she fixed herself and got out of the closet, wondering what this meeting might be about.

An elevator trip and a couple of minutes later, she knocked on Naveen's door and let herself in. Ethan Ramsey was already inside.

"You asked for me?" Heather said, closing the door behind her.

Her mentor and grand-mentor exchanged looks of concern before straightening up.

"Grand-protégé, have a seat," Chief Naveen gestured towards the comfortable chairs in front of her desk, where Ethan already took a seat on one.

She obliged, taking the seat opposite her boss. Dr. Ramsey didn't take long to speak right after.

"We know you've been through a lot recently Dr. Song and we-"

"Please don't put this delicately, Ethan. I can't get anymore fragile," Heather spoke up, demanding for both doctors to tell it to her straight.

"Of course, Heather." Ethan coughed, before sitting up in a more commanding posture.

"Johns Hopkins have offered a long-term position to the Cancer research partnership we have with them," Naveen said. "We both think it's in the best interest of you and Edenbrook to take the opportunity, given that it's your target specialization and -"

"It's not in Boston." Heather finished the sentence for him.

"Yes," Ethan nodded. "We don't want your career to be overshadowed by what has been going on. You have a lot of potential, and this would make you a forerunner in the advancement of cancer research."

"It's frankly what you can call it, hitting two birds with one stone," the eldest of the doctors added.

"How long will it be?" Heather asked, weighing it all in.

"A year, a year and a half, at least." Ethan replied.

"And what of my position in the diagnostics team?"

"You'll stay on to consult remotely, but your responsibilities will be diminished given that we want you to spend more time on the cancer research."

Heather swallowed hard. They're putting me into self-imposed exile.

Sensing her hesitation, Ethan reached out to her and patted her arm.

"We only want what we think is best for you Heather, so please at least give this some thought."

She met her mentors' gaze and nodded at them, before rising to stand up.

"I will think about it," she said, leaving the office.

*** 

Pulling all the strings he had left, Bryce Lahela stepped foot into the mansion of Massachusetts' prolific senator. Isolated by house arrest, thinking about Ed Farrugia made the young ADA's skin crawl.

As he walked the carpeted floors into a receiving room, he couldn't help but notice the select macabre portraits that showed war scenes hanging on the stuffy walls. Says alot about its owner, that's for sure.

The double doors he entered in opened, and a tall imposing figure in unflattering maroon satin robes came in. He looked a bit older, yet, somehow, more formidable.

"Ah, ADA Lahela. I see you are not backing down?"

Bryce almost snorted at his arrogance, immediately sensing the pretend machismo in his foe's tone.

"We'll see about that, Senator," the prosecutor replied politely. Didn't want to cross the point of no return before I had the answers I wanted.

"So, what does the young and promising prosecutor want from a disgraced politician today?" Ed sat down on one of the most pretentious armchairs Bryce has ever seen in his life.

"The truth," Bryce smiled cheekily, standing opposite the other man, matching his bravado.

The senator's response was to lean back on the too comfortable chair, crossing his legs.

"Well ADA Lahela, are you certain you are ready for the truth? It may get closer to home, more than you will ever think," Farrugia replied, a sinister grin masking his features which suddenly made Bryce feel queasy.

I don't like where this is going. He thought to himself, staying quiet.

"I thought so," Ed Farrugia nodded, watching the lawyer's stoic facade slowly crumble. "But to hell with it, it's just going to be fun to watch how you had a hand on all of what happened to your precious Doctor Song."

The former senator snapped, and in came a butler that carried a tray. In the tray was a white envelope, and a tumbler of what Bryce smelled as scotch. The politico grabbed the glass and sipped the rich liquid, neither offering Bryce any nor pouring him another glass. Instead, he reached for the white envelope and raised it to Bryce's level.

"Recognize the handwriting, young man?" Ed Farrugia was now sneering at him, expectant.

As Bryce's sight slowly trailed the cursive handwriting, he sensed the familiarity of the strokes. Ed Farrugia's name was written, but there was something about the way it was written.

When his eyes fell on the top left side, he recognized the insignia almost immediately, the hairs at the back of his neck standing up.

There it was, the name he tried to get away from since his adolescent life. Lahela. The logo of his parents' godforsaken company that duped so many families.

Bryce can only freeze in place, as the horror of the realization that his parents somehow had a hand in all of the things that happened to Heather slowly dawned on him.

"Heather Song was the doctor that saved my ass, ADA Lahela, so of course I didn't have the motive to hurt her, you know. She prevented my assassination, and I'm not an ungrateful hypocrite," Ed Farrugia began to explain. "But Heather knows this... I am not to shy away from people who can give what I want, what I need, you understand of course? You're a smart young man."

"So in exchange of a generous donation to my campaign, I am to concoct a plan that will mutually be beneficial to me and my donors," Farrugia continued. "My donors wish to teach you a lesson, make sure that you do not forget where you came from, remind you that no matter where you go, once a Lahela, always a Lahela."

"That's why we went with a warning first, remember? Get out of Boston, or else," the senator shook his head. "Your parents didn't think she'd be a good influence to you. Frankly, an orphan with an absentee father? She'd set you up for failure. At least that was what your parents thought."

"And of course, I wanted to gain something more with it, might as well do the work right? I had my kidnapping staged, that dashcam footage you received? That's from me so that you can arrive at the scene before I get killed by that amateur wannabe Jordan. What's in it for me was public sympathy - as the survivor of a second assassination attempt. Public sympathy equals votes. As simple as that."

Ed stood then, and padded his way to the nearest open window, before looking back at Bryce.

"I used my own enemy, the Travis Brothers, to deflect suspicion, of course. I also a used a middle man, someone who already wants payback from Dr. Song, someone with motive... So Declan Nash worked for me, in exchange of leniency in his role on Panacea's medicare fraud." He smirked, satisfied with the grandiose of his plan. "My only mistake was that I underestimated that ungrateful piece of crap though. Who would have thought he had the brains to record me?" his fist connected on the windowsill, startling Bryce.

"So you see, young man, everything that happened, is on you. No one is to be blamed more than you. All because of your ambition to become something you are not. Something you will never be, be apart from your family name."

Stunned into silence, Bryce can only gape at the senator. The turmoil within though, was unparalleled.

The anger that was boiling in him in the revelation that all this time, his parents was the cause of so much misery. Bryce's heart was so quenched of the discovery that he hasn't completely escaped them, nor their relentless hunger for taking control of his life.

His fists clenched, wanting nothing but to smash every single thing in that wretched room. He didn't care anymore.

What right do they have after putting him in so much pain? What do they even want to achieve? Do they want to make him crawl back to them as if nothing happened? Do they want the same pretentious respect that so many others had just for their mercy?

How does he even begin to explain all of this to Heather? That everything that went downhill for her was because of the person she loved? How can she accept him now? How can she love him now?

And as if on queue, Bryce's phone began to ring. When he saw the caller ID, he almost dropped it.

It rang once again. And he knew he had to take it.

"Bryce? Can we meet?" The voice from the other line was firm, but fragile.

He tried to level his voice, not wanting to have her worried. At least not now.

"Sure, babe. Where do you want to go?" Bryce replied, walking out of the mansion that was sucking the life out of him.

"In that cafe, where I bought you coffee that first day we met. Do you remember where?"

Bryce sensed the urgency in Heather's voice. Has she found out? He hoped not.

"Okay, what time?"

"I was hoping now. If you're done working, that is."

He was done. No reason to delay the inevitable.

"Okay, I'll drive there now. I'll see you."

With a heart heavier than it has ever been in his entire life, he drove down to where it all began, praying so much that it wouldn't be a trip to full circle.

***

Heather nervously sat by the glass wall of the Cafe, in a quiet corner. She already ordered two caramel macchiatos, the same drinks she and Bryce had the first day they met.

She rehearsed what she was about to say in her head, hoping that repetition will make it less taunting. Once she sensed Bryce, she waved him to the table and stood up.

He instantly saw her, and the load he was bearing suddenly become a little lighter. But the guilt was still there. The guilt of being the person to have caused much misery in her life.

But years of practice of showing everyone else the facade of his unbreakable confidence helped him hide what he was truly feeling at the moment, and instead smiled at her.

Her beaming return smile proved to be almost too much.

He reached out to her and intertwined his fingers with hers, almost nudging the cup of coffee in front of him.

"Hey, you remembered," Bryce was touched.

"Of course, it's probably the only thing you ordered during those meetings." Heather chuckled, brushing his cheek with her knuckles.

Her chuckle was lackluster, not her usual one full of wit.

"What's going on, Heath? It can't be that you just missed me," Bryce asked, straight to the point, hoping to dodge her intuitive powers of observation.

She sensed the edge in his voice, making her eyebrow quirk. Heather discerned it was best to ask him first.

"No, Bryce. What's up?"

For the second time that day, Bryce was stunned into silence. Heather's sharp perception of him was unimaginably accurate. And he knew he'd explode if he didn't tell her.

So he did.

From the denial and threats of Chief Tanaka, to his prodding, which led him to the heavy weight of the truth of Senator Ed Farrugia's admission. He didn't spare any detail.

Heather listened intently, trying to comprehend exactly what he was saying. She saw the guilt in Bryce's eyes when he told her that his parents set the wheels in motion, apparently for some sick and twisted lesson he needed to learn, like he was still under their supervision, under their control.

The more she heard, the more overwhelmed she got. But she didn't let go of the grip she had on Bryce's hands, reassuring him that she's there to not judge, but only hear out what he learned of the unnerving truth. And to acknowledge the strength of Bryce's character to not hold out the truth to her.

That was what she loved about Bryce. He was never one to back down from the truth, when it mattered. At least that's the case with her.

She has spent half the day pondering about her own decision. She took Bryce's position into account but she didn't expect this other factor to come into play.

If she stayed in Boston, she'd stay with him. And he won't be able to help her case. She knew Bryce, and he'll be unnerved not to be able to personally oversee it. And with this new discovery, he'd want to all the more take this case. This was personal. And Bryce wasn't one to back down against it. She's going to hold her back.

If she left... Well, Bryce would be able to take on the case.

Either way, she'll lose him. And the mere thought of it pained Heather to the core.

Bryce noticed Heather's lack of reply, the contemplative look in her face made him sense something was about to go south.

"What if there's a way, Bryce?" Heather finally spoke. "What if there's a chance for you to fight all this? Would you take it?"

"Heath, I don't think I want to know where this is heading..." Bryce stared at her, confused.

"Answer me first, Lahela. If I give you an out where all those hurdles goes out of your way, will you go through with it?" The intensity with which her eyes bore into his was unparalleled, yet rendering him clueless.

It took him a few moments before answering. Everytime he asked himself the same question, the answer was never different.

"Yes, Heath. I'll fight this to make sure those bastards can do you no more harm." his answer was firm, but as to her way, he still had reservations.

She nodded, her heart screaming not to do this. But she had to do it, else, everything her and Bryce will have between them will be diminished to nothing but resentment and guilt. With him claiming responsibility for his own parents' actions, yet unable to do anything about it. And Heather resentment, because she can't guarantee that a day won't come that she'll blame him.

They can't be together. Not until this is all resolved, not until they can leave everything behind.

Laying it down the line, Heather had to choose. She had to choose for both of them, even if it will surely hurt them both.

"Do you trust me, Bryce? Do you trust us?" Heather was firmly holding his hands, determined.

He nodded, despite himself. He feared what she was about to say, so he held his breath.

"So be it, Bryce. I'll give you an out. I'll give you what I think you need now,"

Bryce was afraid to ask the next question in his mind, but he did anyway, fuelled by Heather’s fire.

"What's the cost, Heath?"

"I'm leaving for Baltimore, Bryce," she said quietly, biting her lower lip, clearly putting in an effort to hold back tears. "I hope two years is enough for you to fight everything alone, because you'll have to. We both have to fight this separately, it seems."

Bryce's blood ran cold. No, no, no, no fucking way.

Seeing the panic in his eyes, Heather soothed him by brushing her fingertips on the back of his hand, sadness beginning to creep into her expression.

"It's the only way, Bryce, it's the only way..." she repeated, as if to convince herself rather than him.

"No, Heather, I can't lose you, not this time, not ever." Bryce's voice was pleading with her, yet he knew, deep down, that she was right. That this seemed to be the only way to fight all the remaining battles of their lives.

"If we concede now, Bryce, it would only break us. If we avoid this now, it will eventually haunt us and we'll succumb to it. We'll just end up hurting each other." She struggled to reassure him, but she pressed on.

"This way, we're not bowing down. We stand more of a chance to overcome this if you'll fight this. If, we will fight this." She rose from her seat to take the chair beside him. She wrapped her arm around his shoulders, comforting him. "We're merely carving our own way around it. It's not going to be easy, but I know we'll overcome... Because you're one hell of a prosecutor, Lahela. You're the best and you know it."

"How come you're the one who's so brave about this?" Bryce stared back at her, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes, aware that this may be their end.

"Because I believe so much in you, Bryce. Because you can do so much for this world more than how your parents defined you. You are your own person, and nothing can ever take that away from you," she paused, brushing the hair away from the beautiful amber eyes that gazed down at her. "Most importantly, because I love you so, so much. And what I can give you now, the love I have now in me, is less than what you deserve. I want to heal, for myself Bryce. I want to be whole again, so that I can give my 100%. When all of this is over, I'll come find you, that's a promise."

Bryce couldn't help himself anymore and pressed his lips against hers with fervent passion, knowing that this will be the last time in a long time before he can find her in his arms like this. Agreeing to this course of action, they bid their goodbyes, never as uncertain as they were about the decision they just made.

In less than a week, Heather left for Johns Hopkins, bidding goodbye to everyone except Bryce. Hoping the moment she stepped inside the plane, life would give her this chance to start over, to completely heal, to become whole again. Because Bryce Lahela deserved more than the fraction of what she could give. He deserved everything of her, no inhibitions, no limits, no holding back.

Bryce watched her go from a distance. He watched her plane took off from the ground, all the while concocting a plan to defeat the shadows of his past lurking around so that he could be with her again. Freely, completely and irreversibly.

That day, two open hearts chose to fight. Fight for the things that hung over their head so that it was no more. But in their decision to fight, they lost the comfort of each other.  They embarked on their separate paths with the promise of meeting again one day.

The path to the summit was often lonely. It is in their hopes however, that the moment they reach the end of this hard path they were in, they would no longer be alone anymore.

More than their willingness to overcome another hurdle in their way was their certainty to trust in each other, in the strength of their love for one another. In their endurance. In their hope.

For them, that was more than enough. It has to be enough.

Author's Notes 2: If you're reading this, I want to thank you so much for taking time to read this series. There's an epilogue in the final edits and I promise to tie the loose ends of this final chapter! Please do share your thoughts in the comments, I would really appreciate it!

Tags: @eleanorbloom @ejustlurkshere @choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

[blackdogdesignuk]

The Diner Dilemma

Written by Blackdogdesignuk

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/30510615

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Warnings: explicit, smutt, porn without plot, maybe a slight plot. Sub/Dom play, light bdsm, forced orgasms, hand free, sex toys, humiliation, exhibitionism, hint at kink shaming, restraints, Mr. not-much-dialogue Whiskey, no consent, clit slapping, girl on girl. girl on boy.

Summary:

You've never felt such conflicting feelings before, as Poppy meanly flicked your pert nipples you felt the embarrassment creep over your face but deep down a small stab of shameless pleasure inside was eating away at you. Neither of you were trained for this sort of torture.

Notes:

Self insert warnings: It's a female self insert, I think, she has a vagina anyway and I'm using she/her pronouns ...also she's blushing petal pink which suggests her skin tone as Caucasian, she's based on me, a pale ass white girl. Also she has a name, or a nickname anyhow. I've no idea what I'm doing.

2.4k words I believe of the most self indulgent thing I've ever written. To be honest it's the only thing I'd class as a fanfiction I've written. I write short poems not porn but this whole scene came to me whilst participating in the (solo) business of pleasure. That's when I thought, Jesus there is something wrong with me... Maybe other people will like this too? 😳😂

Also do I know how to use page breaks? .. 😒 no.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

"Well if this isn't the most interesting situation we've found ourselves In!"

Poppy exclaimed playfully. The setting sun was blinding you slightly through the big diner windows, bathing the whole bar area in a warm orange glow. Poppy Adams was pacing the retro diner floor in front of the table you were currently tied to. Shivering with adrenaline and maybe cold because you had been embarrassingly stripped down to your knickers and the very thin, very see through strappy top you wore under your work clothes. The ropes rubbing against your wrists behind your back were burning into you as you slienty struggled against your restraints.

"Now see here Miss" exclaimed Agent Whiskey "Your boarish robot hounds almost ripped my good hand clean off!"

"Quiet down please Jack" Miss Adams' sickly sweet baby voice disgusted you "I set a very clever honeytrap for one of those sneaky undercover agents who were following me and well.. here you are! Agent... Babydoll is it?" She nodded at you "yes you look like a Babydoll... Poor sweet girl fell for it hook, line and sinker... I didn't expect you to be with her" Poppy kicked Whiskey's boots "Intel suggested you were undercover in London with Kingsman. How wrong we were and I've managed catch not one but TWO Statesman agents in my sticky web! What a bounty eh?" Poppy Adams smiled whilst seating herself at the bar, swinging her legs playfully.

You glanced over at your partner hoping he had been formulating a plan to get you both out of this mess, however he looked just as confused as you were with his hands tied to the table legs behind his head and they had even secured him around his broad middle. Like a trussed up pig ready for slaughter, least he’d kept his jeans on you though jealously.

Poppy cleared her throat "Now we are going to play a little game my dears, we've all the time in the world whilst I wait from your bosses about my demands and I'm bored and feeling a little evil this morning"

Your heartbeat kicked up a notch as she clicks her fingers and one of her minions barged through the kitchen double doors, dragging some sort of dentist/barbers chair. He heaved it loudly across the floor until it was positioned in front of you.

As Poppy opened a box she'd pulled out from behind the bar, her henchman was busying himself with untying you from the table and man handling you into this very hard and very uncomfortable chair. It was as dated as the rest of this joint you thought, like something you'd find in a 1920's barbers, however this one had been modified clearly as it had big buckle straps on the arms where your wrists would go, metal stirrups and more straps where your legs would be resting on the small platform.

You watch confused as he quickly made himself scarce and you see Poppy had now armed herself a black leather handled flogger, it had gunmetal grey chains hanging down delicately from where she'd wrapped it around her wrist.

Oh shit.

Poppy Adams pushed you back forcefully into the chair until every soft part of you was exposed. You wouldn't be that embarrassed, it was an empty room, however you were hyper aware of the fact Agent Whiskey was tied up and eye level with your crotch a literal stone's throw away from you.

Smiling as she stung your thigh with a sharp bite of her cat o' nine tails Poppy then almost lovingly parted your legs and placed your feet into into the stirrups of the medical contraption. Completely.. completely vulnerable you thought as she buckled your wrists tight and pulled a small lever on the chair which made the metal stirrups spread your legs wide to keep you in place and exposed fully.

Sheepishy you glanced up to make eye contact with Agent Whiskey, trying to give him an apologetic look but to your suprise you found he was blushing severely and his eyes were darting around, looking at everything but you. Even his ears were slowly turning pinker by the second and you swear he had a small bead of sweat making its way down his temple.

You've never felt such conflicting feelings before, as Poppy meanly flicked your pert nipples you felt the embarrassment creep over your face but deep down a small stab of shameless pleasure inside was eating away at you. Neither of you were trained for this sort of torture.

What a bitch you thought.

"No Agent Whiskey" Poppy snapped as she walked over to him "give your colleague your full attention, she obviously wants it, the least you can do is look whilst I torture her in front of you"

Poppy grabbed Jack's face with it hand and directed it at you. "I think you'll like the show I'm going to give you? You may try look away in some sort of twisted respect agent but the tight bluge in your jeans is a dead give away that your enjoying this as much as I am."

"This is not right Ma'am....I can't.. p-pleeeasagggh" stuttered Whiskey helplessly as Poppy Adam's jumped off his lap and slapped your partner across the face, cutting short his pleas. Turning quickly around she walked to grab a big pink dildo from the case on the bar, it was about 10 inches long and the tasteful thickness of it suprised you. You felt sure you had the same one in your bedside drawer at home..

Walking up behind you Poppy leant over your shoulder, making bedroom eyes at Jack whilst the she nibbled your ear and slowly dragged the sex toy down your body, teasing your skin.. slowly...slowly.. until she came to the outside of your lacy knickers. Pressing a button on the side, it started vibrating at the tip which caused you to jump unexpectedly as the vibrations tickled your clit through the fabric of your underwear. She worked at you for a good few minutes. Pulling hot pants from your lips and giving you cold sweats whilst you tried to stop your eyes rolling in to the back of your head.

"Oh Honeybee, I'm going to make you cum for me now, right here in front of your colleagues and there isn't a thing you can do about it. I'm in control.." she whispered into your ear whilst squeezing your nipple with her other free hand. "..and there is nothing you can do about it, your body will betray you and I will get what I want" a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through your crotch as she caught your clit in just the perfect spot. You gasped surprising even your self at how thicky sexual it sounded.

Deciding the fabric was hindering her efforts, Poppy swiftly tugged them off and dragged them down your legs, catching them slightly on the metal parts of the chair. Abandoning you a moment she spat on her hand and slapped your clit which was now becoming more swollen by the minute, you mewled at the shock of the sting. Your nipples hard as bullets now as she slid the whole length slowly in to your aching pussy. The sound of it sliding in to your wet cunt was so obscene and Jack was just staring now, mouth slighty parted, the buttons on his jeans threatening to pop at any moment. This did nothing but spur you on despite the degrading act being forced upon you, deep down being the submissive was always a fantasy of yours. Did Poppy know this? Or did she not expect you to like this sort of kink torture? Maybe you were more fucked up than you originally thought.

Your face prickled with shame as a pink glow crept over your cheeks. Concious of your nose and chin as it always threatened to betray you when you were very aroused turning a rosy pink petal colour. Thinking back to the many nights you'd spent in hotel rooms during undercover missions with your partner. Thinking about when you came hard but silently, stifling a fist into your mouth, knowing Agent Whiskey was in the next room and secret wishing it was him who'd given you such a long, wet, sticky orgasm. Your face sold you out though, it was a dead give away when you answered the door to his frantic knocks and requests to get dressed, informing you about the change of plans from HQ. You suspected he did know...he's not dumb. Jack's eyes had shot from your crumpled up bed sheets back to your flushed cheeks and chin, lingering on your face a little longer than you'd expect..

That same flushed look you had then was painted over your face now and he knew it too as he seemingly couldn't now break eye contact with you.

As Poppy fucked you messily with the dildo, your body abandoned you getting more juicy and slippery by the minute. The tension in the room could have been cut with a knife, and was only penetrated by the obscene sound of your gushing pussy and your uneven pants, trying to catch your breath and fight against the unwanted pleasure rocking thorough your body. Miss Adam's slowly removed the plastic member that she was fucking your cunt with and dipped two fingers deep into you, coating them in your slick.

Thankful for the breather you closed your eyes for a moment but when you opened them you watched horrified as she'd wandered over to Whiskey and smeared your creamy mess all over Jack's face, forcefully slipping a finger into his mouth so he could taste that sweet nectar. You bit your lip as Jack was clearly struggling against wanting to take control of the situation and enjoying this too much.

Did he like it? What is she doing now? She's touching his jeans.. oh Jesus, please... Don't...

Jealousy panged deep in your stomach. Poppy was now sliding his zipper down but she didn't really need to help him much more as the button popped it's self open. Quickly realising why as it was absolutely magnificent. Looking into his big brown eyes you couldn't tell if he was enjoying your pain or sympathising with it, but his now thick, beautiful, coffee coloured cock was standing to attention and jerking with each grunt he made in an attempt to clean his new creamy moustache off with his tounge.

Poppy just laughed staring at the sorry sight she'd created. "I've heard of men cumming hands free before but I've never witnessed it, let's see Babydoll do you think we could make it happen for him? It would be humiliating right? ESPECIALLY as I’d forgot to mention the live feed you have in that fancy cowboy hat you're wearing Whiskey, it's playing all this fun back to your HQ right?"

Fuck!

You gasped, hoping Ginger had enough respect for you both to turn off the audio and video feed but leaving the GPS tracking active so we could at least be rescued.

"Yes, yes, I know they can track you, in all honesty I wasn't expecting any ransom I just wanted to fuck with you both for shits and giggles to be honest" Poppy smirked.

You blinked, looking back at Jack for some sort of reaction to this horrifying news but he just had his eyes closed and was thrusting his hips into nothingness, beads of sticky precum were dripping from the tip of his dick on to his jeans. That big beautiful dick swaying and twitching in the air, it was mesmerising. Clearly Poppy was paying attention too as she drapped the chains of the whip over his throbbing cock causing Whiskey to cry out and jump in anticipation.

"You dirty boy Jack Daniels" she scoffed and pulled her flail back so fast it caught the tip of his penis sharply making him whimper in pain.

Paying her attention back to you, she took the vibrating member in her perfectly manicured hands and held it on your clit. It was too painfully long, stoking your fire relentlessly, not letting you have even a second to compose your self as you struggled to fight down the familiar sensation quite literally buzzing in your nerve endings.

For fuck sake, I don't want this! I can't give her the satisfaction of the screaming orgasm she's forcing out of me.

You writhed, swinging between pleasure and pain, it was too intense. Too sensitive. Your thighs were shaking with anticipation as you edged closer and closer to your climax. Agent Whiskey stared intensely at your body, his chest rising fast now, he looked like a man possessed. He was close, you could tell. His face contorted in to an almost painful state of bliss.

Glassy eyed, his rhythm faultered and his hips tensed as thick ropes of cum shot out of his spent cock and splattered on to his heaving stomach. Once, twice, three times he twitched releasing more and more hot creamy fluid. Jack gasped for air as his orgasm dribbled down slowly over his beautiful tanned skin making quite a mess of his public hair. His face shined with sweat whilst he stared at you, beautiful brown eyes apologising, shame painted across his expression.

"Oh d-darlin.." he managed to stutter.

Well, that was the final nail in your coffin. Tipping you over the edge, you let out the filthiest moan you had ever given anyone, inspired out of darkest depths of your depraved mind. Your orgasm gushed out of your swollen slippery pussy and slid down the shaft of the dildo she was using to finish you off. It pooled satisfyingly in a creamy mess just above your asshole, threatening to spoilt the leather chair you were strapped to.

''There you go Babydoll, we got there in the end didn't we... You both must have been sooo tightly wound. What... Was that a record 4 minutes until Whisky shot his load hmm?" She sneered with that stupid baby voice and then leaned in close to your face "..and you clearly have had a lot of practice havn't you? Look at that pretty pussy all messed up. I might even get him to crawl over here and clean you up huh? But that would be just what you want I now suspect..."

BOOM..

Poppy's sentence was interrupted by a huge explosion from the back of the Diner, as a dozen men ran in to the room.

You closed your eyes in relief. God damn it, Ginger. Took your time honey...

Notes:

I don't think forced orgasm and light bondage will have a huge audience but I would never forgive myself if I didn't make this into at least a paragraph or more.

I have also created a piece of art to go along side this story see my socials here to find it -https://linktr.ee/blackdogdesignuk also a video showing the 'making of' the sketch my tiktok - search Bettyblushes

Please excuse any grammatical errors mistakes, I truly tried to catch them all but it's been a hot decade since I studied at school. 😬

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Sparks Fly (part 3)

Okay I apologize for my delay, but you will be happy to know that I have the next chapter nearly finished as well (!!!!!) So hopefully it won't take me too long to post that one after all the editing😌 I hope you enjoy this chapter😌

Also, yes, I did use a Desperate Housewives plot for my murder case, and no I'm not sorry. I suck at writing crime😂

A flash of heat washed over you, the room was spinning, the loud music was drowning out your thoughts, and your vision was blurring.  You could feel your heart begin to pound and the blood rushing throughout your body.  The city lights blurred together as you tried to focus, but that was failing.  There was a voice trying to get through to you, but you couldn't make it out.  The next thing you knew you're head was hitting the dashboard and the sounds of screaming and car horns echoed in your mind.

*

"Y/N!" a faint voice sounded in the distance. "Y/N!"

The voice was louder now, and when you could feel yourself being shaken you shot up from your sleeping position on the couch and gasped frantically for air.  You couldn't catch your breath and hot tears rolled down your cheeks. The person behind the voice was holding you tightly to their chest, and after a few minutes you knew that it was your big brother.  He was rubbing your back and rocking you gently, whispering words of comfort in your ear until you could grasp into reality.

*

"That's your fourth one this month," he sighed from the kitchen 30 minutes later.

"I know," you acknowledge blankly and hugged the warm, couch throw around you tighter.

You watched your big brother roam around the kitchen making you his famous tea. He always knew how to calm your nerves after a night terror like this. Despite the every day frustrations of living with your brother; clothes all over the place, dishes in the hamper, towels on the floor; you were grateful to have him around these past 13 months. After your little incident nothing had ever been the same, and you didn't think you would have made it through without him by your side, especially in your line of work.

When he finally noticed you coming into the kitchen he shook his head at you and pointed back towards the living room. "No. No go lay down," it wasn't a request, but you didn't care.  That old couch was not comfortable in the slightest.

"You don't have to baby me, Travis," your annoyance was clear, but obviously he didn't care about that.

"I do when you aren't taking your meds," he frowned and set an ugly orange bottle in front of you.

"Oh god, don't say 'meds' like that," you rolled your eyes.  "It makes me sound sick," you huffed just as annoyed.

"This isn't a joke!" you jumped, eyes wide, when his voice filled the kitchen.  He softened and ran his hand through his messy hair.  "Y/N, I can't help if you won't even help yourself.  What does NCIS have to say about this?" his eyes were searching yours for an answer, but you couldn't even come up with a quick enough lie.  "Dammit, Y/N.  They don't know about this?"

"Travis, it isn't as bad as you make it out," the words rushed out of you, but he wasn't buying it. "I can still do my job, and it only happens while I'm asleep anyway."

"And how long until that's not the case?" he tested you.

You sighed and walked around the island to him and took the tea he had made you.  "Big brother I appreciate you looking out for me, I do, but it's too early for one of your fatherly lectures," you sighed and he rolled his eyes. "Now if you will excuse me, I have a shower calling my name before I have to be at work," you kissed his cheek and headed across the room.

"Does she know?" the words had you frozen in place.

You knew that he was talking about Jack. Who else would it be?  Ever since the that night she came prying into your life, you couldn't get your mind off of her.  She had been at NCIS for 6 months now, and the two of you had become the best of friends.  She hadn't taken the place of Ellie, but Jack wasn't like Ellie, and neither were your feelings for her, even if you couldn't place them.  Of course she didn't know.  What did he think?  That you were completely crazy enough to tell the NCIS psychologist about your night terrors?  That you hadn't been taking your medication?  Because if that's what he thought, well, he knew better than that.

"Why does that matter?" you tried to make your voice sound at level.  The grip on your mug tightened so the tea wouldn't spill.

"So that's a no," he rolled his eyes and you could feel him staring a hole into the back of your neck.  You hated how he could see right through you.  You almost responded, but bit your tongue and stepped into the bathroom and the door shut behind you.

*

When you arrived at the office Gibbs was already there and a cup of coffee was on your desk.  You dropped your bag on the floor and fell into your seat with a quiet sigh of relief. "Thanks Gibbs," you muttered tiredly and took a sip before furrowing your brow. "Wait, how did you know-"

"You've been early every day this week," he shrugged and glanced over his monitor towards you.

"Right," you nodded and began to set up your space.

"Anything wrong?"

You knew that Gibbs was concerned about any of the team who's pattern abruptly changed. What you didn't know was why it was such a surprise to you. Quickly you shook your head. "Nope," you could feel him staring at you but brush it off when you refused to say more.

You were grateful that he stopped there and you began to go through the paperwork on your desk. It was another 2 hours until the rest of the team arrived. You ignored the look of concern Ellie flashed you and finished up with the last of the paperwork. That was the 4th stack of paperwork you had gone through this week alone. Your mind needed a distraction and case files would do that to a person.

"Y/N," you looked up to see Jack standing up in the balcony. "Got a second?" She eyed you closely and you felt your chest tighten. You had been avoiding her lately. With all you'd been through the last thing you needed was for Jack to get suspicious. She always could see right through you.

"Got a body," Gibbs entered the bullpen in a hurry and grabbed his gear.

"Rain check?" You gave a sympathetic smile and quickly headed to the elevator. Thank God for this case. That was a horrible thought, one that you didn't truly mean, but you just needed to get away.

*

Jimmy was at the scene of the crime before anybody else had arrived, and with the help of Ducky they had gathered enough information to make a proper diagnosis of how this woman had died.  She was murdered, hit by something wooden to the back of the neck and then strangled by a fishing rope and hung from her banister.  It didn't take long for you to find a clue as to who the biggest suspect was while you and the team were looking through the house.  There was a threatening note on the desk that read: I know what you did.  I am going to tell.

"McGee," you looked over your shoulder and held up the note with gloves on.

McGee came over and read it, his brow furrowing the more he read.  "It looks like Cathryn Phelps had an enemy," he stated as he put it into an evidence bag.

"Who is Jamie Harris?" Bishop questioned as she read it now.

"Did you say Jamie Harris?" Torres entered the room.  He held up a picture frame with two women in it after you nodded.  "She was Cathryn's wife."

You couldn't fight the surprise that flashed across your face when Torres announced that.  "Why would she send a threatening note to her own wife?"

*

The rest of the car ride was full of theories tossed back and forth, and you knew Gibbs was thankful when the car finally came to a stop in the NCIS parking lot.  He didn't hesitate to get out and head towards the building, and you quickly followed.  You were eager to get your work done, and if you stuck around with the rest of the team you knew that they would start trying to analyze you.  The last thing that you wanted to do was talk about your problems, besides this case wasn't sitting well with you at all and you wanted to solve it quickly.

"There you are!" Jack bounced into the bullpen with a bright smile, but you could read between the lines.  She was up to something, you could tell by the way she narrowed her eyes ever so slightly.  Not that you were analyzing the psychologist or anything as crazy as that.

"Here I am," you nodded and plopped down in your chair.  "Busy as a bee.  No time for chit chat," you knew you were giving yourself away, but you avoided her gaze.

"Go," you looked over wide eyed to Gibbs.  "Y/N Go," he repeated with a slightly irritated frown.

"Boss I-" you stopped when he gave you that famous death stare.  You frowned and closed your things before following Jack and muttering something under your breath as the team walked by and watched with curiosity.  They were always so curious.

*

You followed Jack into her office and sighed as she insisted you go in first.  It wasn't as though you were going to run away.  Gibbs would just send you back up, and Jack would probably handcuff you to the chair.  You shook your head as the thought of handcuffs quickly veered into a vivid fantasy you did not want to relish in at this moment. You sighed and took a seat on the sofa with your hands in your lap.

"What is so important that it couldn't wait, Jack?" you huffed.

Jack frowned, not understanding all of this hostility. "I'm sorry, Y/N, I didn't realize having to talk to me was such a chore," she pouted and crossed her arms from across the room.

"I'm sorry," you sighed and let out a long breath that you seemed to have been holding in.  "I just have a lot that needs to get done."

"That's what I want to talk to you about."

Your eyes shot up and you crossed your arms.  "My work?  Jack I don't really think that is any of your business.  It's not like I'm letting cases pile up or coming into work late every day.  Frankly, I don't understand what this is even about."

"It is my business when it's been brought to my attention by someone who is concerned about you," Jack frowned as you kept taking that defensive tone with her.  You had been doing it a lot lately.

"This is ridiculous," you huffed and stood up to leave in frustration.

"Y/N, sit down," her voice came out firmer than she anticipated.  You frowned at her, but slowly retreated back into the couch.  "The team is worried about you, and after all that they've pointed out... well, so am I."

"What the hell does everybody have to be worried about??" you snapped.

Jack opened up a file she had laying on her desk and came over to sit in the chair across from you.  "You were in a car accident just over a year ago, am I right?"

You felt your heart drop and your stomach turn.  Suddenly you felt nauseous and cursed yourself for not taking your medication this morning after Travis insisted.  Your hands suddenly started shaking and you hugged yourself a little tighter than before.  "Where did you hear that?" your voice came out in a hoarse whisper.

"It was in your file.  Vance gave it to me when I started," she stated matter-of-factually.

You could feel your blood boiling.  She had known from the start more about you than you even knew to this day about her!  Was any of this even real or had she been giving you the sympathetic shoulder this whole time?  You didn't know what to say, because if you spoke now you would probably regret it.  You were functioning on 3 hours of sleep, and your emotions were running high already.

"Who was the woman?" her voice interrupted the thoughts racing through your mind causing your head to pound.

"What woman?"

"The woman in the car," her voice was soft as though not to upset you more.  She could see this whole things was causing you to act on edge.  "The woman who died."

The tears silently fell down your cheeks and you held your breath.  You didn't even know that you had started to cry until the tears landed on your hands.  You took a deep breath and quickly wiped your eyes.  "It doesn't matter."

Jack sighed softly, this was going to be harder than she thought, but she needed answers.  Vance had told her that you had refused to talk to anybody about the accident after it happened.  At first it hadn't affected your work.  He had been informed that you had spoken to Ellie and that your brother had moved in.  It was as though the accident had never happened, but these past few months, especially the last 4 weeks, you had started to go backwards mentally.  You had been forcing yourself to work 3 times your normal work load, you had been coming in 2 hours earlier, and you had taken spontaneous trips down to the gym at every chance.  You had even started to doze off on occasion, and Gibbs hadn't been allowing you into interrogation lately.

"It matters, Y/N," Jack pressed on.  Her voice was calming, and it only made you madder.  "You can't keep carrying on like this never happened.  It is catching up to you, and it isn't healthy."

"Just stop!" you snapped and jumped to your feet.  "I didn't ask for your help!  I never wanted help in the first place, so why are you pushing?  This doesn't concern you!"

Jack let out another slow sigh and began to write something down.  You watched her and clenched your fists at your sides.  "I'm afraid it does, Y/N, and until you decide to talk about it, I am afraid that I am going to have to give you a suspension," she tore the paper from the notebook and handed you a copy.

You took the paper and looked down at it dumbfounded.  "What the hell is this?"

"You aren't to step foot back into NCIS until you decide to cooperate," Jack had to be tough, her voice was firm, but she was doing all she could to keep it together.  You and her were close friends, almost the best of, and this was harder on her than she was able to let on.  "Pack your things and go home, Y/N," she whispered and turned to go to her desk.  She took a seat and busied herself with her computer, avoiding any more contact with you.

"You can't do this," you argued, waving the piece of paper at her.  "You don't have the right to do this."

"Actually, she does," you snapped your head to see Director Vance standing in the doorway with his hands folded behind his back.  "Y/N, I trust you will won't need an escort," he eyed you carefully.

Your jaw dropped as you looked between the two.  Jack still avoided your gaze and Vance was calm, be it he had two escorts waiting in the hall just in case.  You rolled your eyes at the thought.  He should have known you better than that.  "You've got to be kidding me," you muttered and pushed past him before racing down the steps.  You went to your desk, slid all of your belonging into your bag carelessly and zipped it up angrily.

"Where do you think you're going?" Gibbs spoke up, but you didn't answer, only worked faster.  "Y/N!"

"Ask your boss," you snapped as you gathered the last of your things.  The team was wise not to get in the middle of this, but Ellie quietly took the note out of your hand to see what was going on.  What did you care?  She was your best friend after all, it was only a matter of time before she knew anyway.  "I've been suspended due to my hard work ethic and punctuality," you rolled your eyes in disdain.  The sarcasm didn't sit well with Vance, who was now standing outside of the bullpen, but you didn't care.

"Like hell you are," Gibbs came to your defense and looked to Vance.  "Leon, she's my best Agent for this case."

"I'm sorry, Gibbs, but my hands are tied," Vance apologized.

"Bullshit," you muttered and you could practically hear the teams eyes widen.  You glanced up to see Jack offer a sympathetic pursing of the lips, but you rolled your eyes and walked towards the elevator.  "Don't expect me back soon.  I don't plan on 'cooperating'," you frowned and with that you were gone.

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Sweetheart || KTH

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Sweetheart [Taehyung x Reader]

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Genre: Smut; 21+; Future Boss/Boyfriend Oneshot

Summary - Kim Taehyung is a sucessfully acclaimed erotica writer and he's looking for an assistant. When you don't make the cut, why does he want to give you the job anyway.

Warning - 21+!Only; Smut; Dirty Talk;

Word Count - 2.9k

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You sat on the couch opposite him. Your fingers fiddling in your lap, a telltale sign as to how nervous you were. But why wouldn't you be? Your hard work, future and your livelihood were on the line and all he was doing was reading a few pieces of paper.

You observed his features as you waited, because honestly, you just couldn't help yourself. His black hair had you itching to run your fingers through them, his eyes one mono lid, and one partial double eyelid, basically as different as his dual personality.

But his lips were your favorite part. A full upper lip, pink and lusciously, tempting to bite. You could just imagine what those lips could do to you... In other places. You bit your own, in the desperate need to come back to reality.

You averted your eyes before you could catch any other feature, your mind would run wild with. He cleared his throat and it made you jump back to the here and now, completely pulling you out of your wild imagination.

You cursed at how much of an open book you were. 'S-sorry.' you managed to stop your stumble from escalating any further. His facial expression was skeptic, but he blinked and it morphed into something hard and serious a second later.

'Well these are good' he started as he piled your pages into a neat stack and signed off his name on the cover page, 'but I can't use them.'

'What? But you just said they were good.' You managed an even tone but your spine was rigid, and a ball was rapidly forming in the back of your throat.

'You lack depth.' It was stated so calmly. As if it was a simple fact of life and your hard work hadn't just been thrown into a gutter.

Temper rising, you reigned it in as you questioned, 'Depth?' He sat back on his side of the couch, hands spalying out on either side.

Damn if he didn't look like he owned the world, and he did, in this house, on his couch, and right now, your life was in his hands too. 'Yes, depth.' he nodded as he replied.

You see, the idea is there, the correct words are there, the grammar is perfect, but your tone, is completely wrong.' he licked his lips absently and as professional as you needed to be now, you clenched at the action. 'When a reader is going through a story, they tend to have options in how to react.'

They either read for themselves, picture the scenario happening to them or they read for the next person in the book. Either way they have to be able to feel what you're putting out. Pain, love, and even lust has to be explained in such a way that it takes no time at all for the connection and relativity to get to the reader. And you can write. But you can't write about sex.'

He picked up the first page and read aloud a snippet from the middle of the page. 'She orgasmed as he drove himself into her repeatedly....' He gave you a pointed look.

'Really, you sound like you're a virgin locked up in a box. You definitely have the key, but has it been used...' You cringed at the words. you wanted to defend yourself, but your throat was locked.

Despite how easy he was being, it wasn't the words you wanted to be told. Words like that, bruised. He sighed at your silence, placing the pages back neatly. 'You are new and raw, and I can see your strength lies in realism and logic. And with that you do have the potential to be a great writer of Erotic literature because your insight is different. But it is not what the position requires right now.'

Your face burned at the direct words. He was right, blunt, and hurtful but right. You never did half the things you wrote about. You were not a virgin, of course. but your sex life wasn't the best, and it wasn't top priority, but Taehyung was a renowned writer and you wanted to be in the intern position he had open.

It would not only build your career, it would also be a dream come true to work for a man that had the Erotic Fiction world in his palm. Fat chance, considering you were just told your best wasn't good enough. Plus, before the first round of interviews he made it quite clear that he needed someone as soon as possible.

You had pride, so you did the only thing your pride would allow you to. 'I'm sorry I wasted your time and I appreciate the criticism.' You got up and picked up your bag before leaning over to take your work from him. He held it to him.

'I never said you could leave.' His tone was harder than before, but his face remained a blank.

'But you just said you can't use them.'

'But I never said you didn't have the job.'

Looking at him incredulously you snapped. 'What reason would I have a job if I can't write or do what the job description entailed?'

His eyes grew dark at your tone. 'I'm willing to teach you.'

You squinted in disbelief, 'What, how to write?'

'Yes, but... I'm also willing to show you and help you experience the different scenarios you need to have the... means to write.' Your eyes were probably popping out of your head, as you thought Did he just propose what I think he was proposing.

'Yes, I am.' he smirked.

You almost grumbled at the transparency of your face. Recollecting yourself you leaned over and grabbed the papers out of his hands, 'Thank you for offering to make me a playtoy, but I'd rather not have anything to do with your dick.'

God would forgive you for lying, but you needed out of there, before you accepted what you wanted with every fiber of your being.

Releasing the papers and saying nothing he casually walked over to his bar, pouring himself a shot he answered, 'Considering how many times you've grabbed your lip and held it between your teeth since you got here, I think if I thrust two fingers inside of you right now, I'd find different.'

His eyes were swirling dancing - drowning you. The breath you sucked in elicited a wave of need that ran through your body. His raw words, an attack to the self-respect you tried to keep intact.

Because you really really wanted this gorgeous man to bring you to your knees. And it terrified you.

'That isn't appropriate; you can't say that to anyone, let alone an ex-prospect employee.' Your voice was breathy, and you cringed internally at the sound.

'I usually would never propose such a thing, or even go for someone so... inexperienced.' He took a sip and looked over at you above the glass rim. 'But,' he started as he put the glass down, 'You're intriguing.'

And think of it this way, we both get what we want professionally and satisfy the desire we both seem to be pulled toward right now.'

'What desire?' You rolled your eyes in an act of calling bullshit, but immediately felt so stupid at the comment, because you were actually considering his words. Why won't your legs work and get you the fuck out of there! Clicking his tongue he slowly smiled a half smile.

'The rise and fall of your breasts increasing, your blown pupils, nipples peaking out....you're aroused sweetheart.' He took a slow sip of his drink as you reeled with the blunt ferocity of the need that hit you.

His words were one thing, but his throat as he swallowed the golden liquid, made the urge to grab and bite and mark...with teeth and nails harder to resist, because no woman in her right mind could resist a man that knew exactly what she wants. But neither of you could alleviate the fact that this was only a second meeting.

The first being a five minute interview that gave you the opportunity to be in front of him right now. 'I don't even have to guess, I already knew then. And I see it now. You're so sweet and innocent and ever since that first day I was obsessed with corrupting you.'

His admittance was the shocking part. You didn't know what he saw, but being wanted by Taehyung....was something else. Could anyone come back from that feeling? You didn't think so.

'I want you.' The direct statement rolled of his tongue so casually, as if your whole perspective hadn't made a one-eighty. 'I want your neck, to be the one to kiss and caress and mark. I want your waist, your body, to be held as close to mine as possible as my tongue dances with yours.' He started walking closer to you, and you instinctively walked backwards, just as slow.

‘Your eyes fully blown and dark with lust, probably seeing yourself on this couch, back arched, head back, keeping your back aligned to my chest as I thrust into you from behind. My hand on your throat, fingers in your pussy, the moans you'd be giving me, music to my ears.' He groaned, a slow smirk of his lips corrupting you his with his play.

He tilted his head to the side and walked closer. You were caught in a daze. Looking at this beautiful man, all your control seeping through the cracks of any sort of defense. You were being stalked.

A hunter, a male, a danger to all of your emotions and he had his prey exactly where he wanted it. 'That black silk scarf on my couch,' his eyes never leaving yours, he continued, 'you could be tied to my bed, wrists together above your head, naked as my fingers trailed a path down your each and every curve, starting with your lips. You would want me to caress your chin and have my thumb flittering back and forth, as my tongue dived into your ear.' You choked a moan as your back came in contact with the wall.

Your pages, your bag, your will, falling to the floor. You closed your eyes, lost in the way you were feeling, in his words, in how much you wanted it to be true. 'I can imagine you squirm when I bite your earlobe, my fingers would trail down your neck, around it, adding a bit of pressure, and I would bite, suckle and you would want me to leave marks, wouldn't you.' The last words were a whisper, a hairs breathe away from your ear.

You sucked in a breathe and opened your eyes to find one of his hands on the side of the wall, his glass on the counter next to you, his eyes hooded looking at your lips. His free hand running the back across your cheek, and you leaned into the touch involuntarily.

His palm glided down to the side of your breast 'Your sensitive breasts, they'd fill my hands, as I held them, kissed around them swirled my tongue around the tips, oh so slowly before suckling on one like it's my favorite treat and tugging on the other with my fingers.'

He met your eyes then. He was so close to you, the heat from him came off in waves and he sported a hard bulge that made the slightest contact with your tummy making itself known.

And my God you were a whimpering mess at the thought of him inside you. Stifling a sob, you broke off from the wall and made a sprint to the door.

You needed out, you were scared at so much all at once. You needed to find yourself again. But his hand caught yours at the wrist. You tugged and pulled, a lost cause considering how lean and strong he was. You were pulled, and gripped at the shoulders with long fingers.

You made the biggest mistake putting your hair up this morning, you thought as his lips met the junction between your shoulder and neck. The subtle act cascading through your body, instinctively making your head lie against his shoulder in meek compliance.

And you knew, right then, you couldn't leave. He wouldn't let you, and you didn't want him too.

'Would you like my lips in your pussy, baby. Would you want me to kiss my way down your body and stop as I reached the junction between your thighs? Want me to suckle you through your panties, until you were a soaking mess and I needed to rip it off to get better access?

'... Diving my tongue up and down your slit, dipping it in and out of your small hole, and working my way back up to grab your clit between my lips?'

'Would you want me to make you come all over my face, make you scream and taste yourself off me as I grabbed you for a kiss after?' He rubbed his nose and lips and tongue, mouth open slightly, lazily across your cheek to your ear, and back down to your neck.

The images all beating you one after the other. You wanted something, more...less...you didn't know what but you needed it. His right hand worked its way to the top of your jeans, unsnapping the button and zipper.

Your hands went to stop him, but he grabbed them and held both in one had behind your back. He grazed his fingers painfully slow with barely there touches above your panty line you didn't know how much more you could take. You wanted more.

You wanted him to stop. But you didn't. He cupped you then, a harsh sound escaped you at the impact. 'I told you, you would be soaked. You're ready for me. So ready. And I want to drive my cock straight into you. Hard. I want to make you come and I want to do it again, slow and edge you till the end but never tipping you over. A fitting punishment for making me go crazy with how much I want to fuck you,' he growled his words, making you more wet if that was even possible.

Then he let go. No hands on you. No contact. Luckily you could lean against the wall, but your knees gave out. You sat on the floor taking hard deep breathes as you tried to compose yourself.

He leaned against his kitchen counter and watched you. He downed the rest of his drink in one go and slammed it on the table. A pure indication of the thread his control was hanging on. 'I don't rape people. But I needed you to understand what you're shutting yourself away from I will never claim to be a good man. But I know how to make a woman feel good. And we're both adults, baby.'

The pet name use wasn't lost on you. 'How you're feeling now, is a tip of the iceberg of the satisfaction you will feel if your readers react as you are.' He turned away placing his glass in the sink. His knuckles white. His eyes dark. His simmering anger waiting underneath a very stable, very toned, very bitable body.

'You may leave.' He said it as a dismissal and you wasn't sure you heard right. 'I may not like it, and I do want to fuck you with every fiber of my being, but it's your choice to be and do what you want at the end of the day.' So this was it. It was all on you. Your choice.

You wanted to laugh. Five minutes ago you would have wanted it, but now you were just empty. If you did this, you would grow, you would experience new things, and your career would take off with the knowledge.

If you left you'd have your pride, you wouldn't have to fight the battles and speculation about climbing the ladder by climbing on the boss’s dick, but you'd be a shell of who you are. Believe it or not you learned more about yourself in the last hour than in the last year.

Getting up slowly, still slightly quivering you started walking. Walking with open jeans would have been embarrassing in any other situation, but this time it wasn't. You made it to him and did the boldest thing you'd ever done in your life. You cupped his bulge in your hand and gave a gentle squeeze.

He sucked in a breath, his hand going to your ass and squeezing in turn. He looked ten times more dangerous than he usually did, it was a no brainer you had caught him off guard. 'Please.' you whispered looking into his eyes. Needy. Desperate for something you never knew you needed.

Breathing heavily as you begged. He gripped your hair that he let loose, when you didn't know, but it was now tangled in his hands as he pulled your head back, to expose your neck and nibbled against it lightly, 'Please what.'

'Teach me,' Your acceptance tipped the scale in his favor. You were a goner the minute you met this man and now look at you almost in your underwear in his kitchen. 'I don't want to leave.'

He smiled devilishly, making him look devilishly handsome. You would never get used to that smile. You would melt every time. Be on your knees when he ordered. And give him all of you when he asked.

He leaned into you, as he gripped you chin, 'You were never going to leave anyway.' he said softly as his lips descended on yours.

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[punkscowardschampions]

Fraze & Ava

Fraze: Come home now Ava: I'm at Kylie's, we just ordered food Fraze: You didn't hear me say please 'cause I ain't Fraze: It's not a request Ava: Why do I need to, let's start there Fraze: You know why Ava: So I'm not allowed to go out now? Ava: We can talk later, when you've calmed down Fraze: I've cancelled two meetings, we can talk now Ava: I didn't ask you to do that Ava: God's sake Fraze: You want my attention, you've got it, like Ava: Get your own lines, yeah Ava: I don't want your attention, sorry to say Fraze: I've got a sister, I know what shit boyfriends are for, yeah Ava: Seriously? Ava: 🙄 Fraze: I also get what lads your own age are like, but you've got a bit far, don't you reckon? Fraze: *gone Ava: You don't get it at all if you think it's anything to do with anyone but me and him Fraze: Nah, what I don't get is why him Ava: Why anyone? Ava: I like him, it's as simple as that Fraze: Give me one thing you've got in common that ain't your postcode Fraze: He's at a different stage in his life, Ava, it's as simple as that Ava: Well we lack common familial DNA, how's that Ava: That's up for us to decide, not you Fraze: You really don't wanna start taking the piss right now Ava: It's literally not your business, you've never shown any interest in anyone else I've dated Ava: so I'm not going to sit here and justify anything to you now Fraze: Date someone your own age without any kids or a wife and we can go back to that Ava: And miss out on all this great attention? Ava: You're alright Fraze: You ain't half as funny as you reckon, and neither is this Ava: That's alright then 'cos I'm not joking about it Fraze: You are if you think I'm gonna pat you on the head for this, it ain't happening Fraze: You've got an important year of school to get on with, uni after that Ava: Can you please get a grip Ava: We don't all do things for head pats Ava: and? Fraze: Don't talk to me like that Ava: Then try talking to me like an adult Fraze: Try acting like one Ava: By doing what you want? Ava: Sure Fraze: By not storming out the second you don't get what you want, for a start Ava: You can't talk Fraze: I'm the one who started this conversation, if you ain't ready to have it, you ain't ready to do it Fraze: Throwing bullshit out like 'it ain't my buisiness' or 'you like him' as though any of it is that fucking simple Ava: What conversation? Ava: You've shouted all of this before I left Ava: but I'm pouting 'cos I'm not getting what I want, alright dad Fraze: You didn't listen then either Fraze: You want me to be sorry that it needs to be said, I ain't Fraze: You want me to be in the wrong for giving a shit about what you're doing, again, I ain't Ava: You know what they call repeating the same process and expecting a different outcome Ava: I'm not going to change my mind or change what I'm doing Ava: that's all there is to it, that's not up for debate because it's my decision, not yours, or a communal one Fraze: Neither am I, he's too old for you and he's got too much baggage Ava: So what? Fraze: So no good's gonna come of it Ava: You reckon Ava: but it already has Fraze: The honeymoon period's fucking boss, yeah? Fraze: Then what? Ava: More like it's nice when there's someone to come see you in hospital Fraze: Make up your mind, this is a dig at me or it ain't Ava: He's been there Fraze: I'm here Fraze: Talk to me Ava: I have Ava: you don't like what I'm saying that's your problem Fraze: Put yourself in my position Fraze: What's to like? Ava: You don't know him Ava: you give people a chance, that's how it works Fraze: It ain't about him, it's about you Fraze: I thought you had your head screwed on, that you knew what you were doing and could be trusted to get on with it Ava: I do Ava: I've not done anything wrong Ava: or changed what I've been doing Fraze: Bullshit, he's a married man Ava: And, you're really concerned about the sanctity of marriage now? Ava: It doesn't matter Fraze: I'm concerned if you're naive enough to fall for whatever sob story he's telling you Ava: Yeah, that's why I like him Ava: what the fuck is wrong with you all Ava: why is that who you think I am Fraze: You go through 'em, and there ain't nothing wrong in that, but he ain't some teenage boy Ava: Wow Fraze: Ask yourself what he sees in you, he's a grown man with responsibilities Ava: And I'm not a kid Fraze: Exactly, so grow up Fraze: He's using you 'cause his life is shit and you're gonna get hurt Ava: You grow up Ava: I can handle getting hurt Ava: I'm not going to not live my life in fear of Fraze: You can't save him, Ava Fraze: Don't fuck with your own future Ava: I'm not trying to, Jesus! Fraze: Nah, you're just having fun Fraze: And maybe it is fun now Fraze: See how fun you reckon it is when it ain't a secret any more Ava: It already isn't Fraze: Then stop Ava: I meant not a secret and you know it Fraze: Yeah right Ava: We're done here Fraze: You don't tell me when we're done Ava: Just did Ava: I'm staying here tonight Fraze: No, you ain't Ava: Yes I am Fraze: Come home or I'll bring you home Fraze: You don't wanna test me Ava: Yeah, you even remember where she lives? Ava: Doubt it Fraze: Try me Ava: I don't need to be there right now Fraze: If I tell you that you need to, you need to Fraze: End of Ava: No Fraze: If I get in this car, you're the only one who'll regret it Ava: I don't care Ava: make a scene Fraze: Fine Ava: You can't force me to go anywhere Fraze: We'll see, like Ava: Have fun Fraze: This ain't fun for me Ava: You think I'm going to apologize for anything now? Ava: No Fraze: I don't care Fraze: It ain't an apology I want Ava: You aren't getting what you want Fraze: No shit Ava: Then leave me alone Fraze: Look where that's got us Ava: This is not about you Fraze: Jesus Fraze: It's about you, the mistake you're making with this lad Ava: I can make mistakes if I want Ava: you can't stop me Fraze: That don't mean I'm gonna sit back and watch with my mouth shut Ava: Fine, you can waste your breath Fraze: It's the least of what I'm willing to do for you, you know that Fraze: I ain't never gonna stop trying, ever, with anything Ava: You can't expect me to be grateful about that when you're being totally unreasonable and insulting Fraze: You're my life, whatever I've gotta do to stop you from fucking up yours, I'm gonna do it Ava: I'm not fucking up my life Ava: nothing has changed Fraze: Not yet Fraze: How long before he's getting in the way of shit you wanna do with your mates, with uni? Fraze: He's not 17, he already has been Ava: He's not like that, at all Ava: and why do you suddenly think I'd let that happen Ava: if you give a shit about me, you should know who the fuck I am Fraze: People can hold you back without meaning to, I did it to your ma, I never wanted to drag her down, did I? Ava: Like mum would have let you if that's not what she wanted Fraze: She's better than me, she always has been Ava: No she's not Ava: and like your life is so shit, yeah Ava: what kind of cautionary tale do you think you can offer that even comes close to James' actual situation? Fraze: Our life is what we made it, so's yours gonna be Fraze: What do you want? Ava: I'm aware Ava: and I'm well aware of what I want too Fraze: What about him, what does he want? Ava: He literally has a job and just got his degree Ava: you all have no right to be so judgmental Fraze: It's concern Ava: 'cos you really vetted Rio out Ava: or any of the random coked-out skeletons Nancy has dated Ava: never mind the fact your own son had a kid not long after James had his, never mind you had Buster and Nancy not long after 16 either Fraze: You ain't your brother or your sister and I ain't trying to make the same mistakes Fraze: Or let you repeat mine Ava: Get over it Ava: You don't own the world's problems Ava: and you aren't the only decent people to have ever made them Fraze: Fuck's sake, Ava Fraze: He could be a saint and I wouldn't reckon he was good enough for you Ava: That's your issue, not his Fraze: You're my little girl, what do you want me to say? Ava: For God's sake Ava: I'm not a little girl now Fraze: I know Fraze: Gutted about it, like Ava: 🙄 Ava: Well I'm very sorry Ava: you'll have to deal with that too Fraze: Yeah Ava: I'll come back when we've eat, alright Fraze: Alright Ava: Okay? Fraze: I love you Ava: Let's not get crazy Ava: I love you too Fraze: And I'm sorry I weren't there when you got hurt Ava: It was just an accident Ava: not another planned attempt for some sweet, sweet attention Fraze: Piss off, I'm trying to have a heartfelt moment here Ava: Sure, now you are Ava: lead with something nice before attacking Fraze: I ain't in no position to judge anyone, yeah, I know that, and it honestly ain't the point Fraze: He'll be a decent enough lad if you like him Ava: Then don't use it as your first line of defense, yeah Ava: 'cos he is Ava: and like I said, and you put even more harshly, you've never given any of my many and varied boyfriends or girlfriends this degree of inspection Ava: you're assuming it's more serious and dramatic but it doesn't have to be Fraze: Come on, I'm doing my best Fraze: There's a reason your ma deals with this shit Ava: Oh yeah, she did great Ava: let's not saint her over it yet, like Fraze: Don't say a bad word about her to me, we ain't doing that Ava: Yeah, yeah Fraze: We're a team, simple as Ava: Yeah, it's just hilarious that you and Buster are trying to tell me anything when you won't listen to anyone about your spouses so Fraze: When you're in love and a lost cause, we'll all laugh it up Fraze: Until then, I'm gonna keep on at you Ava: Charming Fraze: I want better for you than anything I've ever done Ava: You're so dramatic Fraze: With good reason, life ain't been easy Ava: Okay, write your memoirs Fraze: I ain't got time for that, kid Ava: What a coincidence 😏 Fraze: Eat your food and get home Ava: Oh now you don't want me to hang out with my friends Fraze: Not her, she's well dramatic Ava: 😂 Fraze: I need a drink and your ma definitely does, so don't make me come looking for you Ava: Oh yeah, I really owe you one Ava: pfft Fraze: You can have one when you show your face, how's that? Ava: Bribery with alcohol? Ava: 10/10 parenting Fraze: Sounds about right Ava: 👌

[gdxnicky]

The Calm Storm

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 4,573

Summary: You get an early morning phone call that your coworker, Min Yoongi has been in an accident. You step up the time he is hurt to take care of him but end up seeing him differently. Question is, does he?

It is way too early in the morning to be awake. Yet, some reason someone feels the need to blow up your phone. You grab it from your night stand and don't recognize the number at all.

"Hello…"

"Hi. Is this Y/N?" The other voice asks.

"Yes. Who is this?" You reply.

"My name is Park Jimin. I am a nurse at the hospital here in Seoul. I am calling because we had a young man come in after a car accident and he told us to call you for his emergency contact. Is this man your brother or something?" He explains and you begin to get nervous. You have no clue who he could be talking about. You are an only child and your parents live in Busan. 

"Sir, I don't know who you could possibly be talking about. I am an only child and my parents don't live around here." You respond feeling bad that you can't help his situation. 

After a moment of silence he comes back with "He said his name is Min Snail but that doesn't make sense to us. He has had some medicine so that doesn't help understanding him right now." Once he said that it clicked. Your coworker that you have been working with for about 5 years now. 

"Oh my gosh. Yoongi. Is he okay? What happened? Nevermind I am getting dressed and I will be there shortly." You say and hang up your phone before saying goodbye. Yoongi and you have been a songwriting duo working for an entertainment company in Seoul. He makes the track and the two of you write the lyrics. Through working with him you two have become close but you didn't think you were emergency contact close. 

You arrive to the hospital and get to where Yoongi was. He looked like crap and that is putting it nicely. If you didn't know him you would have never recognized him. He was all bruised and swollen. By the look of the contraption they have on his left arm you assume that there is where the majority of the damage is. You sat down on his right side and reached out for his hand. 

"Yoongi. It is Y/n. I just got here. Don't worry about waking up. You just rest there and I'll be here when you wake up." You tell him. He doesn't even move the slightest. You just take a deep breath and sigh. 

After being there for about 30 minutes his door begins to open. You stand up and greet the incoming doctor and nurse.

"Hello. I am Dr. Kim Namjoon and this is my nurse Park Jimin." 

"Hi. My name is Y/n. I am Yoongi's coworker and apparently emergency contact. Nice to meet you."

"Well nice to meet you too. So Yoongi has a concussion, broken left shoulder, and a broken right leg. From our understanding he was crossing the street and a drunk driver did not see the traffic light turn red. The driver hit his right side and when he landed he fell on his left shoulder and head. He will be here for a while until we can get his swelling down to cast his breaks and until we can make sure he does not have any underlying complications with the concussion." Dr. Kim explained. You could feel your heart breaking being the worrier that you are you start to think the worst. Tears form in your eyes and you fight them back.

"Miss, he is very lucky that this all that happened. This could have been a lot worse but we believe he will make a full recovery. No need to worry." Nurse Jimin says trying to comfort you. "We have him in a private room because it is all we have left. The couch in the corner can turn into a bed should you decide to stay with him. If you need anything, let me know."

"Thank you both very much." You say standing and bowing to show your gratitude. As they turned to leave you sat back down. Now that you know you will be there a while you will text your roommate to bring you a bag with some clothes, phone charger, and necessities so you don't have to leave him by himself. 

You wait until you know people will be at the office to call your boss to tell him what is going on. While on the phone with him you see Yoongi start to stir a little. Your boss tells you to just stay with him because you both know his parents won't be able to come stay with him. You can work on writing lyrics and stuff on a laptop and just share them with your boss. You tell him that once your laptop gets here you will have Yoongi teach you to use the software to make the tracks. After you hang up you look over at Yoongi and he is looking at you out of the one eye he can open since the other is swollen shut.

"Well hello sleeping beauty. How are you feeling?" You ask him as you take your seat next to him again.

"I am sore as all hell. How long have you been here?"

"I got here about 3:30 or 4 this morning."

"I am sorry. I don't even know they called anyone. I think I was pretty out of it because I don't remember much after getting in the ambulance. How did they get your number?"

"You told them to call me and when I asked who got in the accident you told them your name was Min Snail." You giggle at the nickname his friends had given him but it fits him perfectly. Yoongi moved like a snail. Not because he was lazy but mainly because he wanted to do things on his own terms.

"I'm still sorry that they called so early. It could have waited." He says while he is looking at you. He seems to feel bad about you waking up for his accident.

"Yoongi. Don't be sorry. I have no problem being here with you at all. You are a good friend of mine and that is what friends do." You tell him looking him in the eye. He must hear the sincerity in your voice because he backs down. You look at him for another moment and give him a smile. At that moment his door opens again and it is nurse Jimin with medicine for him. You step back and take this time to text your roommate.

'Seokjin, can you please pack me up some clothes with my phone charger, laptop with charger, and toiletries. Yoongi got in an accident and is in the hospital. I am going to stay here with him for a few days so he isn't alone.'

'Sure. No problem. Anything else you want me to bring you?'

'Something to drink and some breakfast would be amazing'

You sit next to Yoongi and tell him about your roomie bringing you your stuff. He tries to debate with you that you don't have to stay but you insist. He quickly surrenders and lets you win. You grin and slightly mock him because you never win a debate with him because he usually is so stubborn. The two of you sit in silence while he watches TV and nodding in and out of sleep. You play games on your phone and write down some lyric ideas that pop into your head. Shortly you hear his door open again and it is Seokjin with your things. 

"Thank you so much. This is great." You tell him as you take the bags from him. 

"No problem. I hope he feels better soon." Seokjin replies as he turns to leave. You thank your roomie again as he shuts the door. You think to yourself how lucky you are to have a roommate that is like him. He is always quick to help with anything. He is like the big brother you never had. Suddenly you are brought back to reality with the ringing of Yoongi's phone.

"Y/n, can you answer that for me and put it up to my ear?" He asks. You don't even utter a reply and do it for him. It is his three best friends and roommates wondering where he was because he never come home last night. 

"Hoseok, I swear I didn't work all night. I am in the hospital…. I will be fine. Y/n is here with me. I don't need anything… Actually a phone charger would be nice… Okay I will see you guys soon." He nods to you that you can pull the phone away now.

"Hoseok, Tae, and JK will be here soon. They thought that I made you work all night and that is why I wasn't home."

"Well it wouldn't be the first time we worked all night." You laugh at yourself then notice the glare from him. "I am not saying it as a bad thing. I enjoy our work."

"Sure you do." He responds very sarcastically. "That is why you never date because you are always working. You really should meet a guy. Let's be honest Y/n, you aren't getting any younger."

"And neither are you. If you had taken time off and gone on those blind dates I set you up on them you could have a girlfriend here taking care of you and not me." You snap back, slightly ticked off because you are reminded that your last boyfriend broke up with you because you are such a workaholic. He kind of looks at you all confused. You never tell him parts of your personal life because you try to keep it professional. You walk over to the couch and sit down with your laptop and begin writing lyrics to get your frustration out. 

Forty minutes have passed since you irresponsibly snapped at Yoongi. You have been trying to muster an apology but you don't know what to say. Finally it comes to you at the exact moment that his roommates show up. You stand up and greet them properly. 

"Yoongi, since these guys are here I am going to go for a brief walk and let you talk in private." You tell him very quietly and nervously before you turn and walk out. 

You wander aimlessly around the halls and debate how long you should give them before you head back. You look at the time. It has been 15 minutes. So you make your way back to the room. You stop yourself just outside the door as you hear them talking. You can't quite distinguish the voice but you know it isn't Yoongi's.

"Hyung, she is going to be here for the next couple days at least. She even had her roommate bring her things. Why not take advantage of it?" 

"Maybe because I just got my ass kicked by a car and pavement. I doubt this would be a good time to do it." 

"You need to tell her soon Yoongi so that you and her don't come to regret it."

You lean against the wall and start to ponder what they could be talking about. Then you begin to panic 'Oh my gosh… Is he going to request for someone else to work with him because I snapped at him… Did I hurt his feelings over that… Oh dammit.' You manage to pull yourself together before opening the door.

"Hey! You are back. We were just getting ready to leave." Hoseok says as he nudges the other two roommates. The four of them look like they are trying to hide something. You can only hope that it isn't what you are thinking. As much as Yoongi likes to work late and can be a pain in the ass, you two get along really well and you wouldn't want to work with someone else. He is such a good friend and you don't want to lose a friendship over pettiness.

"Oh no worries. You guys can stay. I can sit down over here and put on my headphones. I have a song I need to finish the lyrics for." You reply trying to ease the tension. 

"Just like Hyung… Working even when you should be just relaxing." Tae says as shakes his head.

"Well songs aren't going to write themselves…" You respond as you put your sound canceling headphones over your ears. You get so lost in your writing that you don't even notice the guys leaving. Eventually you feel your phone vibrating. You grab it to see you have a snapchat. You open up the message and it is from Yoongi. It is a picture of you sitting on the couch working with the caption are you going to be like that all day. You look at the time and it is almost 4pm. You take your headphones off and look at him. 

"No I'm not going to be like that all day." As you pass him a smile. "But Yoongi, um, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"...okay…" He says hesitantly.

"I heard you and the guys talking a little bit before I came back in the room. I know they want to tell me sooner than later but can I explain myself first?" You ask waiting for Yoongi to say something or try to get some sort of read off him but that man is like a statue. He has the best poker face. "I am sorry for how I snapped at you earlier. I shouldn't have. You don't even know what upset me and you don't deserve my drama crap. So if you will please forgive me and not ask to work with someone else?" You plead as he stares at you. 

"That isn't what we were talking about at all but okay." He says and laughs at you. You walk over toward the bed and bend down to give him a hug. 

"Thank you thank you thank you Yoongi. I really enjoy working with you." Just that second it hits you, this is the closest you have ever been to Yoongi and this is probably considered really unprofessional. However, you can't help but notice how he still smells nice even after the accident and medical treatments. You awkwardly stand up and apologize. "Yoongi, I am sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Kinda just happened."

He looks up you and just laughs. "Why are you so worked up over a hug? I mean like we have worked together for a while now. A hug between us would be fine." He explains half nervously. You just smile and sit next to him. "I mean you did come rushing in here and held my hand when you first got here." You feel your cheeks begin to flush.

"How do you know? You were sleeping until I got off the phone with our boss…" You exclaim.

"Was I really though?" He questions then turns his head to the side like he was sleeping.

"You weren't really asleep?"

"Nope. I didn't fall asleep until after you got here."

"You jerk." The two of you have a good laugh then start watching the new drama that was premiering tonight. About half way thru you look at Yoongi and he is fast asleep. You can tell because you wave your hand in front of his face and he doesn't budge. You stay next to him, holding his right hand for the next couple hours. Eventually you move over to the couch in the corner and fall asleep. 

You wake up the next day feeling awkwardly refreshed. The hospital couch is surprisingly comfortable. You look over to Yoongi and he is writing something down on a piece of paper.

"What are your writing?" You inquire. He begins to act embarrassed and tries to hide it quickly. 

"Oh um just some lyrics." He answers. You just raise an eyebrow at him and accept his answer. You two spend the next few days just hanging out and working on random songs. 

Eventually he gets the okay from the doctor to be discharged and you take him home. You explain to his roommates his restrictions and that you will be back in the morning to work from home with him. You get home and walk right for a shower and clean up. After you are done you walk to the kitchen and begin making some supper for Seokjin and you to eat. While you are eating you and him talk about the past few days and explain the embarrassing moments of the random hugs and such. He just laughs at you.

"You know a psychologist would argue that you hugged him because you had the subconscious desire to hug him." He teases.

"What?! Why would I have a desire to hug Yoongi?! That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard." You rebuttal quickly. Jin just looks at you and shrugs his shoulders. Before either of you can say anything you are interrupted by your doorbell ringing. You stand up and walk to the door.

"Hello, are you Y/n?" A delivery man asks.

"Yes I am." You answer nervously.

"Awesome, then these are for you." He responds while handing over a small bouquet of flowers and a card. "Have a good night."

"Thanks. You too." You answer as you begin to close the door. You walk back towards Jin. "Who in the hell would send me flowers?" You question as you open up the card.

'Y/n thank you for everything you have done for me the past few days. It means a lot to know I have someone like you to count on. -Yoongi"

You read the card aloud and your jaw drops when you read his name. You look up at Jin completely dumbfounded.

"Maybe he liked that hug…" He remarks. Then swerves his head because of the stuff you started to throw at him. 

"Shut up Jin. He is just saying thanks. It is nothing more." 

"Yeah… Sure… I'll let you keep thinking that."

You take the flowers and place them in some water next to your bed. You grab your phone and send Yoongi a Snapchat saying thank you for the flowers. You tell them that they are beautiful but he didn't have to because you were just doing what friends do. 

'I know but it meant a lot to me to have you there.' He responds with his gummy smile. You can't help but smile back. You are not used to seeing this side of Yoongi because normally he is pretty cold and standoffish. However, you can get used to this. It is nice to see he is human still. 

You go to bed fairly early because you seemed to have forgotten how comfortable your bed is. You wake up in the morning to your alarm slightly startled and weirded out by your dream. You sit there for a moment and ponder why you had a dream about Yoongi and why you kissed him in it… maybe you do like him. You shake your head back to reality and get ready to go over to his place to work with him. 

Once you arrive and ring the bell his roommate Jungkook opens the door for you.

"Hey Y/n. How are you?" He says politely as he lets you into the apartment

"I am well. Thanks. How are you?" You respond as you take your coat and shoes off.

"Good. Yoongi is in his room. Is there anything I can get you before you two get to work?" 

"No, I am fine. I stopped and grabbed some coffee and breakfast for Yoongi and I. Um… could you show me where his room is?" The two of you walk down the hallway and stop just outside his door. Jungkook knocks and tells Yoongi that you are there. He opens the door for you. You walk in to find that Yoongi's room is not a typical bedroom at all. He has quite the studio set up by his computer with a sofa and a bed there. You walk in, setting down the food and drinks on a stand in front of the sofa. You set your bag on the floor. Yoongi spins around in his computer chair to greet you.

"Hey Y/n. What did you bring?" He questions as he eyeballs everything your brought. 

"I have my normal work bag but I also bought you some breakfast and coffee because I doubt you have eaten." He scoots his chair over and you sit down on the sofa. You can tell he probably didn't sleep much because he has quite the tired look on his face. "Yoongi, did you not sleep last night?" 

"I did sleep last night but I woke up early. I had inspiration for a song and needed to get it out of my head." He explains as he starts to drink coffee and eat a bagel. 

"Oh nice. Can I hear the song?" You ask. He chokes on his bagel at your question and you see slight panic flash across his face. "If it isn't done than no big deal. I know you can get OCD about those things." You tell him, trying to reassure him. This only makes you more and more curious about the song. Yoongi is great at what he does and you have yet to find something he has written that you don't like. 

The two of you spend the rest of the day working on a song you had started when he was in the hospital. At the end of the day you tell him that you are going to have the next three days off because of some family coming to town. However, you make sure that he knows to call you if he needs anything. As you leave his apartment you feel this ache in your chest and your mind races. You begin to wonder, does this mean I am seeing Yoongi as a man… have I developed a true crush?

You were definitely ready to get back to work after three days of being away from Yoongi. It is true that distance makes the heart grow fonder. There is no doubt in your mind now that you had a crush on this man. After the first day you started to come up with random things to send him on Snapchat just to see his handsome face and gummy smile. He may have been hit by a car but you were shot by Cupid's arrow. 

You wake up that morning earlier than you normally do to make sure you do your hair and makeup just right but also have a cute outfit on to try and catch his eye. Instead of your usual ponytail you leave your hair down and flat iron it. For makeup, you decide to do the whole 9 yards rather than the simple mascara and cover up you do. You decide to go with a cute and flowy-ish skirt that comes three quarters the way down your thighs with a cute shirt that hugs just right to show off your womanly figure.

You leave your place and begin to head over to Yoongi's. Once you are there you knock on the door and Hoseok answers. He lets you inside and looks you up and down. 

"Wow. Y/n. You look… Wow." He says as he is embarrassed but speechless. 

You blush slightly and thank him before putting on your slippers and hearing to Yoongi's room. You knock on the door before walking in. You find a gift box on the stand in front of the sofa, the computer on and a song pulled up. You don't see Yoongi anywhere and walk over to the computer. There is a note on the keyboard that says 'press play and open the box'. You hit play and realize it is a song you have never heard. You sit down and begin the box. Inside you find a picture frame with lyrics to the song you are listening to. Once the song is over you reread the lyrics aloud to yourself. You begin to realize that the singer is confessing to the listener but struggling with some sort of barrier or obstacle in their way. You have been too oblivious to what has been going on around you while listening and reading to notice that Yoongi had walked into the room. You start talking to yourself.

"That song is so beautiful. If I was on the receiving end of the confession I would tell them that everything will be okay. I wonder what the barrier is for the singer and I wonder what sparked Yoongi to write this…"

"You." You hear from behind you turning to see Yoongi standing there. He is looking at you in the eye trying to maintain some form of confidence but there is still nervousness in his voice. 

"Me? What about me?" 

"You sparked me to write this and you are on the receiving end of this confession." He explains as he lowers his head slightly because he was expecting something more. "The barrier or obstacle that I talk about is the fact that we are coworkers and obviously have become great friends but I don't want to jeopardize what we already have for some silly crush. I was debating telling you also because I know things will never be the same between us whether you are okay with my feelings or not. This is my first time ever confessing to a female how I feel because before now I never liked someone as much as I like you. Even if I did think I liked them, my anxiety would have never allowed it, but there is something about you Y/n that just puts my mind and body at ease. You are the calm to my storm." You take a couple steps toward Yoongi and set the gift down on the table. You reach out with a hand, grabbing his chin and making him look at you.

"Yoongi. You have no idea how much this changes things between us. Our friendship will never be the same, but that is because I feel the same way too." You explain to him as you reach for one of his hands. You try to fight back happy tears because this is not only the sweetest confession ever and coming from the man that you adore, but you know that this is sincere because music is how Yoongi communicates. 

"Really?" 

"Yes, really. Why do you think I have done all that I have done for you recently. Let's also add on the fact that I did my hair, makeup, wore a really cute outfit, and had this big master speech on how I was going to tell you how I feel all planned out." He takes a small step back and begins to look you over, having you twirl so he can see it all. 

"You look absolutely beautiful." He compliments with a big gummy smile stretched across his face. "So since we both like each other, can we officially consider today as our day 1?"

"Look at you going all romantic kdrama on me." You giggle. "Of course today is our day one."