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pupdolls · 17 days

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siren.

p1harmony intak x fem!reader

preview: intak would do anything for you, anytime, anywhere.

cw: freeuse themes, both intak and reader are switches because i am indecisive, oral (fem receiving), semi-public sex (office....)

you groaned for possibly the hundredth time today, flipping through what seemed like an endless pile of files. report after report, review after review, you were finding careless mistakes and pointless omissions of important details in almost every single piece of paper and every single email you read. is no one here capable of doing their damn job? you thought to yourself, a grumble leaving your lips.

all of a sudden, the telephone on your desk rang, and you picked it up with a resigned hello? only to hear the shrill voice of some broad from human resources. you barely got a word in because she just kept going on and on (though in reality, she said a whole lot of nothing).

"yeah, i'll- if you'd just- i'll figure it out, okay?" you raised your voice, before slamming the phone down with a frustrated sigh. that probably wouldn't relay well to the screaming witch on the other end of the call but you were too exhausted to care.

you were hunched over your desk, toggling between files and emails, so engrossed that you barely heard the door to your office open. "earth to y/n?" a voice called out to you, and you looked up to see your saving grace - intak, your assistant manager.

"oh, intak...sorry, i didn't notice you come in," you sighed, giving him a tight lipped smile. he shook his head, his cheeks practically glowing as he gave you a warm smile.

"'s alright, i know you're busy. i take it that the manager from HR called you?" intak asks, immediately chuckling softly when he sees you roll your eyes at the mention of the call you took earlier.

"yeah, she's... something... ugh, if i had known that the people here couldn't write an email to save their lives i would've never taken this promotion..." you grumbled with a theatrical groan, rubbing your hands over your face, leaning back into your chair.

intak steps closer to your desk, into your space. amidst your frustrated rambling, you didn't even manage to get a proper look at him - crisp white button down shirt covering his broad chest and shoulders, leather belt holding his slacks around that slim, lean waist of his. he was the one upside to your recent promotion - he was good at what he did, and he was certainly a treat for the eyes.

"you shouldn't be shouldering all this on your own, you know... you got that promotion because you're good at what you do, we both know that," he smiles at you again, his gaze landing on your skin like a fluttering kiss.

"anything i can do to help?" he leans forward, hands resting on your desk, looking at you with those eyes of his. you recognise that look, anytime.

since the promotion, intak wasn't just your right hand man for work, he helped you in ... other ways as well. it was all off the record, of course. intak was a good listener - he didn't do anything you didn't want him to. so when he asks and looks at you like that, you can only give him a tight lipped smile, to which he shakes his head lightly.

"need to hear you say it, doll. tell me what you need," he says, his tone low, but warm, comforting. his hand reaches out to softly touch your cheek, and you find yourself leaning into his touch.

"need you, intak... take my stress away, please?" he smiles at that, stepping around your desk, pulling your chair out - with you still on it - with practised ease. he gets on his knees, behind your desk, in front of you - between your legs, that he parts with his warm, big hands.

"anything for you, boss," you lightly swat at him for using that term on you, but he catches your wrist easily, kissing your pulse point. "let me make you feel good, yeah? relax for me, doll," the baritone of his voice goes right to your already wet cunt. the moment your legs are spread, intak chuckles through his nose at the sight.

"so good to me... already so wet for me, hm?" he lightly grazes his thumb over your cunt from over your panties, making you suck in a sharp breath. "you needed this, didn't you, babe?" intak looks up at you with a lopsided smile, and it only widens when you nod weakly.

he wastes no time in slipping your panties down your legs, bunching it up and keeping it in his back pocket.

intak always handled you so gently, even with the light banter, he was always so attentive to you. so when his big hands smooth over the back of your thighs, you only feel yourself getting wetter. intak spreads your legs once more, leaning forwards and resting one of your calves on his shoulder - leaving you spread, bare, just for him.

he eats you out like a man starved. every flick of his tongue draws the sweetest moans out of you, and it only eggs him on more. your voice was music to his ears. "o-oh, fffuck... intak... you're s'good...." your voice comes out breathy and shaky, feeling his plump lips latch onto your sensitive clit, sucking on it. he groans in reply, his hands on your upper thighs, keeping your legs open for him.

the tip of his tongue prods into your cunt, eliciting more sounds out of your throat. intak squeezes your thighs lightly when he notices your eyes are closed. you open them to see his eyes boring right into yours, watching your face, your expressions, your reactions to him working his mouth on you.

your hand finds purchase in his hair, tugging it lightly, making him groan against your pussy. "keep doing that, doll... use me, use my mouth, let me make you feel good," he mumbles against you, plump lips latching onto your cunt once more. the wet, lewd sounds make you blush, torn between wanting him to go harder and wanting him to be quieter - after all, you were in your office, with your assistant manager in between your legs under your desk.

"close... 'm close, intak, fuck," you hiss lowly at the sensation, and intak only goes further, licking and sucking on your cunt, your juices trickling down his chin, all sloppy and messy.

"f-fuck, 'm gonna cum, int- intak...!" your tug on his hair, your hips subconsciously bucking against his mouth, your orgasm washing over you, turning your vision white for a split second. intak doesn't let up, keeping his mouth on your pussy, licking up all your wetness as he helped you ride out your high.

when he finally pulls away, his mouth and chin are covered in your juices, and his hair is all tussled from the way you were tugging on it, but he looks up at you with a smile.

"good?" a simple question, but if you looked hard enough you might've seen intak's imaginary tail wagging. he loved your praise - he lived for it.

"mhmm.... so good, takie..." you whisper, chest heaving from the intense orgasm. intak blushes so quickly at the way the nickname rolls off your tongue, you almost miss it. you sit up straight in your chair, fixing yourself up, before turning to him once more. your mouth opens to ask, but intak beats you to it.

"you can get these," he pulls out your panties from his pocket, "back later, after you help me out a little bit, hm?" he says with a smirk, relishing in your shocked expression. he cleans his mouth off with the fabric of your panties, a sight so lewd coming from a guy so pretty.

"fair deal, isn't it, doll?" his hand grazes your cheek once again, before he tucks your panties back into his pocket. you can only watch him leave your office with your lips parted in a soft gasp, reminding yourself to visit his office afterwards.

from belle: don't ask, because i don't know either. not proofread because i blank out when i write. this was all stream of consciousness and i might as well be having a fever dream if i'm being honest.

#p1harmony smut #hwang intak smut #p1harmony hard thoughts #p1harmony intak smut

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hecateisalesbian · 1 year

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*ahem*

One

E V E R Y T H I N G

if I may be so bold to request it.

and before you ask, yes, I do fully intend to listen to each of these (at least the previews) so have fun with whatever pressure comes from that knowledge.

Ooooo yay! Be warned I describe my taste in music as dumpster garbage so-

red: songs about friendship

okay so um like I don’t know if this counts but I freaking LOVE the Tangled Series soundtrack so

But uh if that doesn’t count then I guess this?

The show is literally called friends idk 🤷🏼‍♀️

orange: songs about romantic love

I’m a toh fan at heart

yellow: songs to scream to (maybe literal screams idk)

good scream or bad scream? Rock or Sad? Cause I got a lot >:,)

I could probably make a playlist with all the stuff I listen to idk green: songs that came out recently

blue: sad song recs

indigo: terrifying song recs

immmmm…not sure what this means? Lol. I’ll just put something that gives me chills?

I listen to a lot of Mother Mother and idk this one’s so calm but freaky and it has guitar >:D violet: queer song <3

This girl got me through the closet when I (thought) was lesbian ^

bonus songs: 😸

Why’d you only call me when your high - artic monkeys

Non stop - Hamilton

Business Man - Tom Cardy

Touch-Tone Telephone - Lemon Demon (anything by lemon demon really)

Microwave - Ricky Jamarez

etc

lemon demon radio has a lot of songs I like, so yeah. Also should be noted my repeat playlist has currently been my “toh animatics” Playlist so if you had asked me this a few months ago these answers probably would’ve been a lot different lol

#Like I said #dumpster garbage #Asks #music #idek

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stopeatingwhales · 3 years

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second chance x damon albarn

i'm surprised i haven't written anything about dilf damon yet bc i've been so obsessed with him recently wtf. anyways enjoy x

i might do a second part to this, idk yet tho

Pairing: dilf damon x reader

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 2.786

Requested by anon <3

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“Do you want to come over?” I abruptly asked, the silence pouring through the line deafening my ears as my fingers toyed with the hem of my shirt. The desperation and moment that led to me ringing my ex-boyfriend at what was nearing eight in the evening seemed as though it was a fever dream, the words rolling off my tongue so delicately out of apprehension only a fragment of that trance. In all honesty, I had no idea as to why I rang Damon, or to what extent the string of thoughts guided me towards the action of calling - we had been broken up for around a year, and it came as a much larger shock that I was able to muster the amount of courage to tap his contact on my phone and attentively listen to the thunderous rings as the landlines attempted to connect, instead of quickly shutting the phone off before he was able to receive a missed call alert.

“Uh, um - are you sure?” he questioned, the stutter escaping his mouth insinuated that he was just as dazed at my sudden offer as me, the demeanour of his voice accentuating the idea that he was entirely finished with the ephemeral chapter of his life which had me intertwined inside as his partner; that he had gotten over me quicker than the momentary period our relationship lasted. My heart sank, realising how indigent I sounded, as if I had never gotten over him throughout our time apart - which I did, learning to live with myself was easier than I had thought it was going to be; the weeks leading up to the breakup stemming from the distance we shared apart due to Damon consistently being on tour and never providing enough time for me, for us, to consider one another as more than romantically acquainted, though that didn’t mean the gap in my heart had been sealed shut, it was simply brimmed with other, unspecial fragments of things which could only distract the thought of him for so long, until I’d discover myself adventuring for something else to hyperfixate my thoughts upon, though he always returned.

“Yeah…” My voice trailed off, so quiet that I struggled to sustain the volume. Though we had only just spoken, the trance that he had obtained over me for all those months we were with one accord, returned in an instant, having the same rush that a recollection of memories, pastimes that were once forgotten, crumbled to dust, had been reborn; ignited into a new bloom in the height of a harvest, resulting in the scolding of yourself upon how you granted the ability to forget such a thing. It seemed as if all those thoughts, ideations convinced to the point that I had gotten over him, were myriads of masks attempting to say it enough to believe it. Without a doubt, I had never overcome the strains of the acquaintance we shared - and I could only hope he felt the same way.

I heard his throat clear itself before his voice echoed through the telephone speakers once again. “Alright… I’ll be there in a bit.” he mumbled, those words bringing a soft, yet apprehensive grin to my lips. I had no idea what I was doing, or why, but it felt right.

It felt as if only the sum of a few minutes passed when I heard a distinguishable knock on the door; one that had not rang through my ears for an interminable amount of time, one that was able to send me months back in time to a period where he had significantly been a figurehead dictating the story. As I jolted up to answer the door, it felt as if things were normal again, back to how they used to be so many nights previous; me waiting for him to come home after he spent a long day at the recording studio, crafting what could only be assumed was the pure essence of talent, unlocking the door to allow my arms to envelop into an embrace cherished with affection and warmth, proving he longed to have my presence just as much as I craved his. Once my eyes met the sight of him, my heart dropped at the overwhelming feeling of my reminiscing about what once was, the nostalgia for a moment so authentically shaped with what could only be described as true love, my body yearning to relish in the sensation of his arms protectively wrapped around my body, a feeling which could only fulfill one’s heart with all that it desires. "Hi..." I trailed off, stunned by how similar, yet different his appearance was from when we last saw one another. His hair had the same shape, though it seemed a little shorter, his eyebags still prominent on his features, though it seemed as if they had sagged down slightly, posing the idea of whether he had been sleeping alright. His torso still adorned shirts with dark colours, amplified with one of his leather jackets which only made me more attracted to him. Widening the door, he set foot into the apartment, nodding his head lightly as a greeting. Although I was very elated to the fact that he was in my apartment, it felt eerie having him back here after so long, stepping foot into the space that was once served merely as a homely and secure space where we both could simply live and enjoy our time together, no distractions included.

Once I had followed him into the living space, he took a seat onto the couch facing the television. I attempted to make my footsteps omit as little noise as possible, as if to avoid damaging the awkward silence that had been shared between the pair of us. It went without saying that neither of us knew how to break the ice, or where this was going to head. One could only hope that the outcome of this meeting was positive. “Do you want something to drink?” I asked, ushering over to the cabinet adjacent to the television, supplied with all sorts of alcoholic beverages in which I had not touched, simply there as a point of manners to offer when somebody had come over. “White?” I offered, pulling out an almost-full bottle of white wine. I knew he hated it.

"You know I’ve always hated white." he mumbled, a small smile playing upon his lips. Something about that little grin plastered on his lips made my stomach flip and turn, welcoming a swarm of butterflies to accentuate the nervous pit that had formed within myself. The intense feelings reminded me of the same bewilderment your body undergoes during the first date; there is such a raw attraction to somebody that you know far too little about, but you are so hypnotised by their presence it is as if they’re the only thing in the world that matters, to the point that they obnoxiously overtake your mind, every little thought occupied with their name, wondering whether they may like such and such, like an infection spreading without you knowing such cure for it. The atmosphere was intense, carrying the same ambience of two strangers meeting for the first time in an isolated space, though there was also a refreshing element of familiarity that neither of us wanted to admit that we appreciated so deeply.

"Red?" I asked, snatching the half empty bottle as I placed the other wine bottle back in its designated place, turning my head back to fix my gaze onto Damon, raising my eyebrows as a form of derise for the drink. Nodding his head in response, I quickly took two glasses from the cabinet, brimming them both with the alcoholic liquid before slowly making my way to sit next to him on the sofa, handing him one of the glasses as he thanked me in response. The same devilish silence echoed in the room once again as we granted the situation to truly sink in - thankfully alcohol was present. As I took a sip of the beverage, I tried to gulp down as much liquid as possible before I spoke once again. "So... how have you been?"

"Good... Just came off tour actually. Was a really successful one." he replied, his voice laced with a slight tone of doubt, edging the regret of so eagerly returning back into a place that was once so attached to his occupancy. He carried on talking about how the tour had been, my head subconsciously nodding, attentive to what he was talking about. Each time he had told me about something new they had added, or something they had changed surrounding the live performance set-up, it never failed to blow me away. Him and Jamie together, working on such a creative idea and putting it to life on stage was truly something out of rare virtuosity, disregarding the lengthy old ramblings from Damon almost every night he had returned home about how much Jamie had pissed him off, having a petty argument as if it was a be or end all in their friendship. It was actually a good form of entertainment, seeing how riled up Damon had gotten simply because of something that Jamie joked in an interview.

Once he had finished talking, our eyes connected, uncertainty clouded in his eyes as he searched for the reason behind him needing to come over. "Y/N, why did you ask me to come over?" He said, abrupt, almost as if those words had been lingering at the back of his mind the entire time we had been in one another’s acquaintance; the ease of the sting of words rolling off his tongue softly implied that, perhaps a try to prevent the harshness of the asking from offending me in the slightest. "We haven't seen each other for a year, why now?"

Both gazes never dared to break contact as if we had attempted to communicate telepathically - the ideation of instigating a conversation as awkward as how this had become, the two of us simply wanting the ground to swallow us whole. His gaze had the ability to put me into a trance upon which I wouldn’t be able to think of anything else except for the utter magnificence that was birthed into his loving eyes. Inhaling sharply, I tried to collect the thoughts in my brain that had been travelling in all directions, searching for all sorts of different possibilities that the conversation could reach. "Can we give it a second chance?" I asked absentmindedly, the realisation of what had just rolled off my tongue not settling in my mind until his eyes widened, speechless and shocked at my sudden questioning.

Sighing, he cocked his head to the side. “Love, we didn't work out the first time..." he began, my heart dropping to my stomach as the thought of him breaking my heart again entered my mind. His expression quickly softened once he saw my face drain colour, explaining all that he needed to know about how I had coped since he had left the picture. "I don't want to hurt you again."

Breaking away from the stare, I gawked at the dark shades of red that had adorned the transparent glass clasped in my palm. Holding in my emotions wasn’t going to do me any justice, and since he was here, it would not make sense for me to stupidly avoid the whole reasoning behind me needing him inside my apartment after so long. “It’s been so hard trying to get over you,” I mumbled, my voice almost inaudible out of embarrassment, though I knew he could hear me. “I need you.”

What I didn’t see from my shameful gaze at the ground, was the miniscule beam that broke out across Damon’s features. What I was unaware of, my body encompassed in such a impotent state of pure isolation, was that Damon had been as dependent on hearing those words escaping my mouth before he could admit the same to himself. Though it had all been answered to me as he softly brought his arm to caress my arm, gently squeezing the skin as a form of reassurance, implying the notion that he understood, that he felt the same way, after all this time. We broke up not because we lost feelings, but because the emotions we carried for one another were too strong to handle, too intense to progress with, that when he was gone for those long hours it had left me in such a stupor of helplessness and melancholy that it was unbearable to handle without it tarnishing my health. Unsurprisingly, at this point we knew where the conversation was headed; my desires to be swathed in his arms once again that I had tried so hard to banish to the back of my mind, to the depths of my distant memories in which by reliving such a hug came flooding back, my body leaned into his touch almost instantaneously, a subconscious reflex that I had craved, such an embrace that no other person could give, the mere side hug from him was able to banish all the pain that I had tried so diligently to mask away for the past few months.

We sat there for a short while, taking in the moment as it had played throughout, our breathing syncing together as comfort relished in the atmosphere, our minds now finally at peace while all the conflict that had battled our minds over the time we weren’t together. "Let me come on tour with you." I said, my head resting against his shoulder.

A chuckle erupted out of his throat. “It’s not that easy love.”

"Why can't it be? You're literally the frontman!" I exclaimed, lifting my head off his shoulder to connect eyes with him. "Damon, it would be so fun!" I exclaimed, attempting to encourage him.

It was as if things had mended back together, all the cracks in the pavements had been glued together to mend the time lost, as if it had never occurred. Through all the hardship I had faced trying to find the remedy to my heartache, I was dumbfounded to realise that it had been sitting in front of me, at the top of my phone’s contact list, right in front of my eyes this entire time. His eyes were calling out to me, enveloping my heart in comfort and warmth, the hunger radiating out eager to the ideation of starting anew and preserving the time in which we had lost, building new memories, unfastening the lock on the clock dictating the length of the relationship, allowing it to elongate, carry on as long as we could. My heart brimmed with homeliness - the house I was inside finally feeling normal to me once again.

"I'll see what I can do," he grins, the beautiful sight causing a small smile to erupt on my face as my body melted back into his arms once again. "No promises though."

It felt nice to wake up next to someone again the next morning, on the mattress that once was a carcass of many tears of sadness and melancholy, authentically conveyed by the essence of nihilism embodied from isolation, the kind of philosophical beliefs one could only develop an understanding towards subsequent to irrational thinking as the hours fell still, leaving you sat there, reliving the last moments from your memory bank with the significant other you had soiled ends with, a person who had supported you from the very beginning, even when things formed a bitter congestion to the relationship devoured by both participants, perhaps from the acceleration of argumentation shared, or the distance that had started to weave its way between, leaving you both stranded to conclude, as if you were both on separate, desolate islands fighting against the starvation of progressing through your lives and starting anew, departing from the old knots and attachments formed once epitomising pure adoration and love, though over time spawning to be the offspring of the devil. A person whom you knew would make your bed every morning, cradle you in his arms at the darkest hours to baptise the negativity coiled in your brain, whispering what seems like sweet nothings, merely sounding like soft raspy groans due to them being exhausted out of their mind, but you knew they were saying something to you, you could hear it, acknowledge it in a language that nobody else was able to understand. I relished in concession that he who lay beside me was the one that bestowed and epitomised all the things that I once lacked a night before. A lover.

#want 2 marry dilf damon ngl #he's literally perfect #damon albarn x reader #gorillaz #britpop #90s #nineties #damon albarn #band imagines #fluff #my writing

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faeriescorpio · 2 years

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1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, and 10

what song makes you feel better?

Song that makes me feel better. I think Touch Tone Telephone by Lemon Demon is up there. I can't drive without blasting this song because I have a lot of fear about driving and blasting this song makes me happy. When I'm not listening to melodramatic and emo alternative songs I'm blasting (checks spotify wrapped with tears in my eyes) ...bubblegum pop. I mocked that genre last year but apparently that's what I listen to. Like. Um. Classic by MKTO. look its very bouncy and also it kinda sounds like Wilbur Soot's Your New Boyfriend and I will not elaborate

2. what’s your feel-good movie?

Ooh I've got a few comfort movies. I constantly talk about how I love bad movies, and it really shows. I usually watch The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey, National Treasure, Star Trek: Into Darkness, or Mission Impossible 5: Rogue Nation when I wants a comfort movie, whether im in an adventure mood, or action mood, or gentle angst mood

3. what’s your favorite candle scent?

I have this cinnamon scent that I adore, but I've been informed that it smells like soap. I think they're lying but whatever. i don't actually know what else is in there besides cinnamon, because I bought it at a witch store and the label just says "Scorpio" and it doesn't list ingredients or anything

4. what flower would you like to be given?

I said roses but I'm always ready to go into detail. I have these kind of pink-red roses in my backyard and I adore them, and I have some white roses but those are more susceptible to the mildew/mold so I never get to show them off. I give my friends yellow roses sometimes because those are supposed to mean friendship. supposedly they also mean jealousy but what my friends dont know about flower symbolism cant hurt them so if I'm giving my crush's boyfriend a yellow rose because "youre part of the friend group now" who's to say anything? who's gonna know. whos gonna know. i love to dick around with flower meanings and not explain anything to my friends

5. who do you feel most you around?

my best friend, easily. we've known each other for 11 years, and younger me had no filter so by the time the concept of Keeping Things To Yourself got into my brain my bestie already knew more about me than I did myself because I forget a lot of stuff, an excellent example of my bestie knowing more about me than me is this fic

alternatively i guess bestie's gf I feel pretty me around too. all those posts about aggressively third-wheeling are no joke. they recently did a two year anniversary thing and they posted photos of themselves and literally over half the photos were either MY house or I was in them but was cropped out for anniversary purposes. I was rolling on the floor cackling over this. like yeah, thats exactly where youre supposed to be >:3 my house

6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

I have nice hair, I have nice eyes, I like how tall I am. I like my creativity, my determination, and my loyalty.

7. what color brings you peace?

lavender and blue-greys calm me. also the sea-green color

9. what calms you down?

im not great at calming myself down but if im unhappy about something then I usually watch youtube videos to distract myself. Honestly I try to hype myself up more than calm myself, like make myself giddy with excitement. a great way to do this for me is to watch videos where people react Avengers Endgame in theatres because Thor's hammer will start lifting into the air and the whole movie theatre will scream and for some reason listening to a punch of people cheer hypes me up. i am using my dumb little sensitive empathy as a weapon against myself

10. what’s something you’re excited for?

part two of in space with markiplier! also mission impossible 7 and 8, theyre being filmed back to back. they just finished filming MI 7 and its in post-production and theyve started MI 8. MI 7 was supposed to come out like this summer but its coming out next summer because 1) quarantine and 2) Tom Cruise is delaying production over an argument over how long Mission Impossible 7 should be in theatres before it goes on a streaming service. I've heard rumors that either a character I dont like, or a character who is the fan favorite and my special scrungly may die in MI 7 which is like. are you kidding. not to be rude but i hope the fan favorite survives and its the character i dont care for who dies, and since my character is one of 4 people confirmed for MI 8 I'm in high hopes. (grips Tom Cruise by the shoulders) you wouldnt kill the comedic relief, the fan favorite, right? if you wanna read about me talking about mission impossible for half an hour the i did make a post a few days ago

#using links so i dont ramble too much on my main #look listen to Classic then listen to your new Boyfriend. i promise theres something there

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carcinized · 3 years

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Been listening to Touch Tone Telephone by Lemon Demon a lot recently!

why do i feel like i know this already but i don’t but i LOVE this wtf-? i’m a sucker for any strings but like oh my gOD THIS IS SO GOOD

yeah this is getting a playlist made around it and i haven’t even heard the whole thing yet

immaculate taste in music, you have why am i yoda now

almost reminds me of mgmt, i LOVE it

(oh btw PLEASE send more songs you love @ anyone seeing this, i’m in a fangirling over music mood)

#ask #selfdestructivecat #music

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relaxxattack · 3 years

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A nice/wild childhood story about yourself?

Also what's your fav music genre? Do you have a specific song that always makes you wanna dance?

the most ive ever been involved with drama was in the fourth grade when i had a severe case of main character syndome and was convinced most people who spoke to me were in love with me, and this got me into a lot of fourth grade love interest drama, and also i liked to roleplay dragons with my friends. anyway one time a rich girl’s birthday party one random guy said something rude about my friend (cant really remember exactly) so i started yelling at him and also we slapped each other. only once but i can’t remember who slapped first (probably me). and then i was just stood there awkwardly cuz idk what to do after slapping someone and all the kids in the room were just staring and then my mom showed up to pick me up at the exact second so i just bolted. yeah idk

as for music— i am really bad at differentiation between genres, but spotify says my most listened to is indie, and secondly pop. i guess that’s it then.

songs that make me want to dance include one day by lovejoy and touch-tone telephone by lemon demon. ive been listening to rex duodecim angelus more recently because it’s cool, and obviously to the jackie and ran playlist a lot :]

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technicallyaminecraftsimp · 3 years

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:oo

Karl!! Karl Karl Karll!! It's you!! :D

Also I think I know what ask was lost?? I think it was like. Mentioning the fact that I have been listening to the same song for. Almost 3 days now. And also asking if you have like, a favorite song rn or a song you listen to a lot!! So!! idk where I'm going with this.

...

Welp. I'm sending more good vibes your way!! <3 <3 <3

- anny

Hggahgshge that made my day, thank u anny :)

Hmm, yeah it must’ve been lost because I don’t see any ask about that in my inbox. A favorite song I’ve been listening to a lot recently is probably Touch Tone Telephone by Lemon Demon. Ranboo got me hooked /j

#sorry if this took a while to answer #I fell back asleep #not mcyt #anon :D #anny!!

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fishbit · 4 years

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13 song meme

thanks for tagging me @macadamya-nut, i keep forgetting to do this but i shall now jfkaaskjfej

i’ve got quite the eclectic taste in music, as you will see! My top songs rn are these cuz well, they’re my favorite. I don’t necessarily listen to all of them all the time tho. I’m also trying really hard not to put songs by the same artist, because It would be like....10 Gorillaz songs.

Gorillaz- Empire Ants feat. Little Dragon (I love Gorillaz so much, easily my favorite band ever, and I want to bring attention to how absolutely gorgeous this song is. I feel like even in the Gorillaz fandom nobody talks about how legitimately pretty it, it makes me so emotional. Fuck I could actually put so many Gorillaz songs here honestly.)

Rik Shaffer- Edward’s Theme (I found this song through a super good friendo recently, and.......god it’s so bittersweet and beautiful. I have listened to this on repeat so many times and, I usually don’t go for songs without lyrics but this is easily one of the few that draws me in.)

Kentaro Ishizaka- Unfounded Revenge/Smashing Song of Praise (okay here’s another song that doesn’t have lyrics lmao THIS SONG WAS MY CHILDHOOD THERE WAS AN ANIMATION I WATCHED OVER AND OVER AGAIN THAT HAD THIS IN THE BACKGROUND AND I CAN’T FIND IT AND IT’S STRAIGHT UP MY FAVORITE TRACK IN ANY VIDEO GAME)

Jack Stauber- Buttercup (who doesn’t love this song tell me one fucking person that doesn’t vibe to this song)

Blank Banshee- Wavestep (the v i b e s omfg i love this)

Cullah- Reigning Fire (it’s juice and jam time, but also HOLY FUCK is this an ABSOLUTE VI B E)

System of a Down- B.Y.O.B (listen man...everyone’s heard this but i love it, i can’t not chime in and sing it when i hear it)

Axel Thesleff- Bad Karma (the fucking bass omg.......i use this song to test a new pair of headphones and for good reason earkjdfhiu)

Glass Animals- It’s All So Incredibly Loud (I FUCKING CRY, I LVOE THIS SONG BUT I TEAR UP EVERY TIME CUZ I FEEL IT I FEEL IT IN MY BO NE S)

BROCKHAMPTON- Boogie (this song makes me wanna fucking fight someone and I, cannot get over how it was in that 3D animated Grinch movie. I want to forget...........i want to so bad)

Lemon Demon- Touch-Tone Telephone (THIS IS SO CATCHY Y E S)

Danny Gonzalez- Spooky Ho (alright....it’s a stupid song and it’s also a mood and also a bop........and i’ve been constantly listening to it cuz it’s october....)

Crystal Castles- Untrust Us (AAAAAAAAAAA FUCK YEAH this song is great and I love it, it’s such a boppppp)

i’m tagging @ridashippu, @skele-trash, @mintyfreshdeath-24601, @cotestuck, and @regal-bones

#tag thingy #i did the thingo #i want to know my followers better #but also my friends #iudsjkhfei

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80s-roger · 5 years

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affair pt3 - Dad!Roger x Fem!Reader

click to one of those if you wanna check:

masterlist ~ part one ~ part two

warnings: none I guess

words: 2,342

note: Sorry for waiting so long! My PC had a problem and now I'm on my phone so there's not the 'keep reading' option! A request is coming soon!

------------ on with the story, there will be part 4!------------

So after your agreement with him getting back with you legally, costed your mental health which is always unstable and never in good condition. You just have him at your house spending time with your only daughter, whom struggled to bring in this world and he knows it, however, he doesn't really care anymore about it, let alone about you. He just apologised to get back to Audrey. He loves her more than anything, you could never doubt it. He doesn't love you but her and that somehow is something.

He's been around you for almost seven months and to have the facts stated, you did sleep together. That was something you were craving for. You wanted to feel his body on you and his kisses on your skin. But there was something missing. You missed a feeling which wasn't mutual. There wasn't any love from him. You would believe he was just using you for pleasure. But then, you would say he's cheating on you again with groupies. After their new album, he was out there promoting the album with Brian. It was unknown to you why Freddie didn't follow. What wasn't unknown to you, was Roger sleeping with groupies in the meanwhile.

It felt good having his presence at this big house but not as good as it was in the past before Audrey was born. He was so in love with you. You've spent almost a decade struggling with your emotions and the instability of them.

After him coming home again, you both had sex four or five months later. It took you a while to get used to his presence again, let alone let him see your soul and your body. You low-key believed he would never ever want to have a bone zone with you after the divorce and after the withdrawal. But now, things got much worse. Your circle has delayed for three months and you had to find out if there was a pregnancy on the way. You were assured after taking the pregnancy test which was positive and it was the last thing you wanted at the moment. You wouldn't be able to bring it up with love and optimism. Your man didn't love you and he didn't know about it. You had to stop that pregnancy even though you were possibly in the third month.

You were in the kitchen, talking to your gynaecologist but you didn't hear Roger coming home after taking Audrey at the kindergarten.

"I can't keep it, I have to stop the pregnancy." You said as the lump on your throat got in the way. It would definitely be a blond beautiful kid with blue eyes. Roger's genes are so strong and it's obvious to Audrey.

"Do you know exactly the month or week you currently are?"

"Must be around twelve weeks. Please tell me something can happen." you were unapologetically intolerant about it. You weren't into making a second child with Roger. He doesn't even love you, stupid girl.

"Please, pay us a visit, it can't be said via telephone... We will see what we can do."

You made the appointment for the day after tomorrow, wishing the abortion would work, without jeopardizing your life.

"What the hell is going on here?" Roger invaded in the kitchen, scaring the crap out of you.

"Jesus, Roger!" you looked at him frightened. "Were you eavesdropping?" you asked at the same tone.

"I came to my home and I heard you talk about a pregnancy wanting to be stopped. I think this has to be discussed with me too." Roger was legit serious, he even blocked the door so you wouldn't leave.

"This has nothing to do with you." you cold-heartedly said, trying to leave the kitchen but he wouldn't let you.

"I think I helped with the fertilization, didn't I?" he ironically asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I bet you didn't use protection so you'd leave a baby inside me and then you'd never get the hell out of here." him doing it on purpose and you not realising it, stressed you just at the thought of it.

"What makes you think of that? You are so desperate for me." He was so unbothered.

"You're so up to yourself Roger, you're only here because of Audrey. Just because I accepted your apology doesn't mean I trust you again." you defended yourself.

"Audrey is my world and I don't give a shit if you trust me or not, but you're keeping this child." he sounded like he was forcing you.

"You're not going to tell me what to do, this is my body and I make the rules!" you yelled.

"Make the rules when the baby is not inside you!" He yelled back and left the kitchen. "I'm the father of it and you're not doing any abortion." for a moment you hoped he was telling this just because he was afraid it would go unsuccessful and then it would harm you too. Was he worried about you? No, if he was, he wouldn't talk to you this way.

"I will make abortion and you wanna know why?" you forcefully asked ready to attack. "Why?" he questioned, "Because you don't love me, you don't care about me and I had to withdraw our divorce because Audrey wanted your presence and so did you." you were so heartbroken, your mental health was above zero like it's always been.

"So you did me a favour?" he asked.

"Consider it a favour, yeah..." You walked outside, going upstairs and he was following you.

"So you still think I don't love you?" he asked as you were tidying Audrey's room.

"I am sure about it," you answered without looking him.

"If I didn't love you, I wouldn't even attempt sleeping on the same bed with you, let alone have sex. I wouldn't even make the effort talking to you right now. Just because I'm not saying it and you're not hearing it often, doesn't mean I don't love you, y/n." you heard his voice lowering as his speech was coming to an end.

"You cheat on me Roger." you exhaled, finally looking at him devastated. "I've lost my sleep with these thoughts. I've lost my piece since we started dating eight years ago." you shook your head frustrated with your thoughts.

"Then why did you keep up with me from the beginning?" he asked with his arms crossed.

"Because I was blindly in love with you, I didn't care. But look at me now. A second child that's undesirable. I'm not happy, Roger!" you emphasized your last words and he seemed broken.

"I'm sorry what you're going through, but we have to stick together for our kids' sake." he came closer to you, placing your fingers around his.

"No, don't do this. You're only making it worse. You make me feel defeated again." you pulled away at his touch. You were dying for it, but you had to be fully strong.

"So now you are avoiding me? You literally whined before, for not being affectionate towards you." his face characteristics were tough.

"Listen Roger, I only blame myself for loving you and letting you home again! I'm only doing it for our daughter!" you shouted and left the room and he was following you. Voices, still loud.

"Don't pretend like you don't value my presence in this goddamn house!" you felt him moving his hands frantically in the air as you were walking down the stairs. "You're too desperate and depended on me, you make me believe you set it all up."

"Aren't you tired?" you looked back at him.

"Tired of what?" he asked confused.

"Reminding me of how hard I fell for you? How hard it was accepting all these things the press said about you? You cheating on me all this time when I was home raising our child? Ain't what I did enough?" you asked disappointed. He didn't talk neither walk. He was just there standing and watching you getting pale in seconds.

"Y/n, you alright?" he asked concerned, but you couldn't answer. Your sight was getting blurry and his voice was muting.

"I... I think I'm gonna pass out." you hermetically closed your eyes and lost your balance at the stairs. Holding yourself didn't assist.

You fell from the stairs and you can clearly remember your back and head aching from the fall and Roger ran towards you, trying to help you gain your consciousness.

"Y/n! Y/n please, hey, wake up!" he searched for a steady pulse at your wrists but it was unsteady and low. "No, no, don't do this to me, please, y/n! If you listen to me, just move your lips or say something, just do something!" you could hear him speaking fast and nervously to you but you couldn't move. But you could moan or something. All you could do was just a sound with your mouth since you felt really incapable of doing anything else. "We're rushing to the hospital babe!" he tried picking you up to his arms and ran to his car.

You lost your senses throughout the ride to the hospital. The next thing you could remember was hearing him cry. Flashbacks of you going to the hospital regularly for exams during your entire pregnancy due to the early difficulties hit him like a truck. "I can't lose you too." he whimpered next to you as you attempted opening your eyes. Too?

"Has she awoke yet?" you heard a doctor speaking.

"N- no, she hasn't." A frightened Roger could be heard to you while his hand didn't leave yours.

"Maybe the drug was too strong to handle." you could hear them but not respond.

"How's the baby? Did you check the fetus?"

"It's fine... Maybe the lady felt dizzy and she just fainted. Maybe her hematocrit is low, her exams will show it soon. Is there any event that recently happened and it's causing her mental and physical pain?" Doctor asked interested about your health and you really wondered what would Roger say. He's the reason why your health is shit.

"Um she has some emotional instabilities..." his touch distanced from your skin.

"It could be some kind of depression during her pregnancy. Do you have another child?"

"A daughter, she's six."

"Maybe she was going through postpartum depression, there's no other explanation... And she still has that reflex of it." The doctor said and after five minutes of the talk he left and Roger stayed with you.

You opened your eyes after half an hour and you saw Roger's head laying to your bed while his hand grabbed yours like he's protecting you. "Rog..." you quietly said and his head popped up immediately, looking at you scared.

"Babe, you alright?" he asked concerned.

"Yeah, what happened to me, did they tell you?" you asked, itching your head.

"It's probably due to some kind of depression... Did you got after Audrey's birth?" he asked.

"Postpartum depression? Yes, but you didn't know," you told him without hesitating about insulting his ego.

"How didn't I know about it? It's about you," he asked confused.

"Anything about me is unimportant to you," you stated at the door and you could feel him getting angry with your words.

"I'm trying to help right now, but you don't help yourself."

"You were here when your first kid was born but not around during her bring up. You were touring and promoting and I was here, diagnosed with postpartum depression while you were out there ch-"

"Cheating on you, I know. I did cheat on you. But stop bringing this up all the time. Now I'm here." he attempted calming you down.

"Yeah, but your ego still over the heavens."

"Y/n, stop this I'm only doing it for the kids." his tone got higher.

"The next time, make sure you're doing this for me too because I am the one who struggles every second of the day, neither is Audrey nor this!" You shouted pointing at your stomach.

"Y/n you know I have no chill but right now, I'd have left the room. I could have let you there on the floor you know!" he tried to save himself, you attacked him with words.

"Do I own you a thank you for that?" you mocked him and he was furious by now.

"Jesus, y/n stop it!!" he shouted and you finally shut your mouth. You crossed the line even under your condition. He sat back at his chair not saying a word again.

"Whatever happens, I want you to know that I don't want this child," you said out of the blue.

"Why are you saying that?" he asked confused.

"I'm just saying." you turned your body opposite him, avoiding any contact.

"Don't you dare commit suicide. You've attempted it in the past, don't fucking do it. You have a daughter." his voice was threatening.

"She loves you, what's the point." you murmured but he heard it.

"Y/n your depression is really transmitting, I can't help you if you can't help yourself at first. If you attempt it, Audrey is done." he tried to turn you from his side but you moved your body as a sign of leaving me alone.

"Just let me give birth to this kid and let me die, I can't be like this anymore." you whimpered. Your depression has been around for a decade. Could have been more if your family issues count.

"Don't say that. Audrey needs you. I need you." his last words sounded like begging.

"You'll find another groupie, you won't need me as you did during our divorce or even before that." your cold voice hit him again.

"Get some rest, I've had enough of you." he left the room without saying anything else and you were finally ready to let your tears fall down. You struggled to keep them for minutes. Now it's time to cry without hesitation.

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🐹🌟🎁☕️🎵

Ah, yes,,, a cluster,,, thank u,,,

🐹 what are some of your favourite Pokémon and why?

Well!!! I like!!! A lotta different ones! Zorua comes to mind instantly. It’s a shapeshifting fox baby!!! With a cool big fox evo!!! What else could I want!!! There’s also furret, which jus... they r long and look very soft and cuddly. I need 10 thanks. I also like mimikyu (cute lil doll/stuffed animal that’s haunted??? Heck yeah), mew (legendary kitten. It’s design makes me happy and I love it so much), and the totodile line (nostalgia reasons— had a totodile starter for the one (1) Pokémon game I played).

🌟 what do you like about yourself? (must choose at least 3 things!)

Aw heck, it’s one of these ones hfjjdks. Hmm. Well, I like my eyes. They’re greenish blue and I like the color a lot. I like my art skill! I’m still working, but I’m proud of how far I’ve come. And uhhh... idk? My hair’s nice. Long but not too long. Feels soft if I’ve washed it recently enough. V nice.

🎁 what never fails to make you happy?

My puppies!!! If they’re not around, tho, prolly my friends or pretty scenery.

☕️ talk about your ideal day

I wake up, and the only plans I have that day are my own. I have something nice (but quick) for breakfast, and either get to work on a project, or spend some time playing video games. Whichever one seems better. I remember to eat lunch (something simple but also nice), and I text my friends to chat or maybe hang out. If we can, we spend the afternoon together/on call. If not, it’s back to doing what I was in the morning. Since it’s ideal, I get a walk in somewhere to jus listen to music/a podcast and vibe. N then dinner! Dinner is v good. Idk what id most prefer, but like... somethin good n filling. After that it’s jus vibin at night. Watching a show or chattin with m’pals.

Yea it’s nothing super fancy. Jus vibes where I don’t care about time passing n jus relax/have a nice time.

🎵 name 5 songs you love at the moment

Oooh can do. These prolly won’t come as a surprise to anyone Hfjdjs.

Haven’t had enough (mariana’s trench)

Dark side of your room (all time low)

Demons (Alec Benjamin)

Tennis elbow (owl city- or maybe sky sailing??? I forget which name he used for this-)

Touch tone telephone (Lemon Demon)

#theres more songs for sure but any time someone asks that question i forget all my music listening history HFJJJDKD #a good cluster!#this was fun to answer ^^#arty asks

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Tainted Blood, Tainted Soul: Chapter Twenty - Hunting the Hunter

A/N: Happy Sunday, everyone! I'm sorry for the delay; it was two busy weekends in a row, and I had no time at all during the week to write, followed by just a really bad week. Someday, I'm going to just get a hotel room somewhere in the city and spend the entire weekend doing absolutely nothing but recharging my mental batteries and writing fanfiction. But I'm back, feeling better, and I'm ready for you to enjoy Chapter Twenty!

I do not own FMA.

Chapter Twenty - Hunting the Hunter

CENTRAL MILITARY HEADQUARTERS, CENTRAL CITY

0843 HOURS, APRIL 23RD

Breda hung up the phone, sitting back in the chair with a frown of deep thought and a tingle of unease in the pit of his stomach. The call had not gone as he had anticipated or hoped… and that did not sit well with someone as used to thinking three moves in advance as he was.

"It could just be that there's a problem with the lines out to Ishval," Fuery suggested. He had pulled a chair over from the phone kiosk to the left so that he could listen to the call, and still sat leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "They were only meant to be temporary ones, just until the military could run long-term lines out there."

Despite the plausibility of his explanation, he didn't sound confident.

"Yeah… but with the information we've got, I don't want to take chances." Breda folded his arms over his chest, still watching the phone with a concerned and perplexed frown. "Did Rebecca or Falman say whether they had had any luck getting in touch with them?"

Fuery shook his head. "Rebecca said that Riza had called her the day before they left, and promised to touch base once they got to Jadad, but there was no word after that." He shifted nervously in his chair. "You don't think that… well, maybe something went wrong with the truck? Like it broke down, or they had an… accident?"

"Hard to have an accident when the landscape is flat with hardly anything to run into," he answered dryly. "As for mechanical trouble, they're both resourceful enough to either fix anything that went wrong. If they had to abandon it, they would hike to whichever was closest - Jadad, or some Amestrian settlement." He rocked the chair back, still thinking. "If it were Jadad, and we can't get through, then neither can they. An Amestrian town wouldn't have the same problem."

He dropped the chair back to all four legs, and got to his feet with a stretch. "All things considered, if the Promised Day didn't kill them, a three day drive won't either. Once we can re-establish communications with Jadad, I bet you anything they'll be there and already hip-deep in work."

Fuery caught up quickly, falling into step beside him as they left the communications centre. "And what about the message we were trying to get to them?" he persisted. "They still need to know about that."

"We also still need to tell Grumman," Breda pointed out. They emerged into a hallway, joining the pedestrian flow of soldiers arriving for the start of the work day and the few tired-eyed night shift workers heading for the exits. "If we can't reach the Colonel or Lieutenant, Then he takes precedence."

They ducked into a stairwell, climbing toward the third floor of the half-demolished building. Tarps flapped gently along one side of the structure where it would otherwise be open to the bare and blasted parade ground and what had once been neatly maintained lawns. The cleanup alone, to make things restoration-read, had taken a week and a half, with the rebuilding only just getting underway.

Breda caught a glimpse past the tarp as they started up the second-to-last flight of stairs – the sky was overcast with the promise of rain, the air already thickening slightly with accumulating humidity. The kind of weather the Boss hates, he thought idly. Just as well he's not here.

The outer waiting room of the Office of the Führer-President was deserted when they arrived. A pair of empty couches faced each other over a glass-topped coffee table, with a single desk sitting just inside the doors. Breda glanced over as they passed, noting a few particular details on it that marked its most recent occupant. Paper with familiar handwriting, an empty dog bowl tucked out of the way in the foot well, and the brass nameplate reading '1st Lt. R. Hawkeye.'

Fuery knocked twice on the tall, wooden double doors at the far side of the room, waiting for the confirming call of 'Enter!' before grasping the long brass handle and pulling the heavy panel open.

It was clear, from the moment they entered, that they were walking in on another conversation. Grumman watched them enter, seated in silhouette against the window behind the large desk. Standing in front of it, his hands folded behind his back and looking back at them over one shoulder, was Alex Louis Armstrong.

Both newcomers paused in the doorway to salute. "Sorry if we're interrupting," Breda said by way of greeting. "We can wait outside if –"

"Nonsense," Grumman interjected, waving away their formalities by beckoning them forward. "I suspect we're all discussing the same thing, here." He nodded in Armstrong's direction. "The Major here was just updating me on the situation with Mr. Collins of the Central Times."

Fuery winced. "Is he going to press charges? Lieutenant Hawkeye said she sent a letter of apology to his office, but–"

"She won't be charged," Armstrong rumbled, his face composed but his eyes twinkling lightly with humour. "I spoke to Mr. Collins' editor and it appears that the reporter received a rather strong backlash from his coworkers. Something about 'pushing the envelope' and 'starting trouble' with 'still-healing soldiers."

Grumman was openly grinning, his fingers laced together under his chin. "Perhaps Mr. Collins will be wise enough to learn from this mishap to keep his mouth closed and his ears open, instead of the other way around. This does come as a relief, though. We'll add it to the list of things to be communicated to the Colonel at our next check in. Speaking of…."

Grey eyes settled on Breda and Fuery, his expression turning expectant. "How did things go this morning?"

"They… didn't, sir," Fuery admitted. "That's why we came to see you. The temporary phone lines that East City ran out to Ishval last week appear to be down."

The new Führer-President went very still, his gaze boring into the two younger men. "Down," he repeated, his tone carefully neutral. "Down how?"

Fuery faltered under that stare, the one that had been subduing unruly soldiers and insubordinate officers for decades. "I'm… I'm not sure what you mean, sir…. If they're down, they're down. They're… not working."

The expression softened, Grumman's hands lowering to rest, folded, on the desk. "I'm sorry, with both of them in unfamiliar and politically restless territory so soon after being wounded… I had hoped to rely on our communications to make sure they stayed as… recovered as they seemed to be." He smiled, though it wasn't much more than reflexive. "When you say 'down,' do you mean temporarily or permanently?"

"Temporary, for sure," Breda put in. "I think our next move is to have East City try and establish radio contact with Jadad, instead of telephone."

Fuery was nodding in agreement. "The signal will be scratchy, but it should at least be understandable. We'll have to give Rebecca a message of everything we want to say, and have her take down all of the Colonel's and Lieutenant's responses." He shrugged. "It's not exactly the fastest or smoothest way to share information, but given the circumstances…."

Grumman was already nodding. "It's at least more of a plan that we had a moment ago. The only question remaining is what information we would like relayed." He looked back to Armstrong. "The news of Mr. Collins, of course, but is there anything else? Any news of the East-Central Slayer?"

"Unfortunately, there is." Breda had gone from optimistic to grim in a matter of seconds. "Rebecca got in touch this morning to update us; that's how we knew that the lines to Ishval are down. Things out there have taken a bit of an unexpected — and suspicious — turn."

Leaning back in the carved wooden Presidential chair, Grumman's face was composed, but with more than a hint of resignation. "Don't they always," he murmured. "Go on; what's happened?"

"Well… if you remember, sir, the last contact anyone had with the killer was when he robbed the blood bank at the East City Military Hospital," Fuery began. "He stole six pint jars of blood in varying types, killed a male nurse who caught him in the act and a guard who tried to stop him leaving, and then disappeared. He hasn't been seen in the city since then."

"Bizarre sort of thing to steal," Grumman murmured.

Armstrong was frowning as he absorbed the information. "What was the date of that last attack?"

"April 21st. Two days ago." Fuery paused a moment to let that sink in before adding, "The last time he took a longer break between killings was when he murdered the hospital administration clerk here in Central and then moved on to East City."

The large man eyed him thoughtfully, blue eyes watchful above his moustache. "And you believe that the reason there have been no attacks since the 21st is because the killer has migrated once again?" Fuery nodded. "Do you have any idea where he might have gone?"

Breda and Fuery both shook their heads, but Grumman got to his feet, beginning to come around to the front of the desk. "There is some… information I've not yet shared," he said grimly. "I was keeping it to myself for now, in the hopes that the fewer people knew about it, the less risk would be posed to the Colonel and Lieutenant."

He stood with his hands behind his back, grim in the morning sunlight coming through the window. "The reason for the two of them going on to Ishval was only in part due to the threat of legal action by Mr. Collins. That is the part I told you, because the other is… much worse." Grey eyes flashed in warning. "What I am about to tell you does not leave this room, except to inform the rest of the investigative team. Am I clear?"

At the three nods and murmurs of 'yes, sir,' he continued. "It would appear that Lieutenant Hawkeye has caught this killer's attention. When or how, I do not know – I don't think even she knows the answer to those questions. She and the Colonel were staying in my old apartment in East City for the duration of their investigation there, and in that time… the killer sought them out, broke in, and caused a… confrontation."

The blood drained out of Fuery's face at the same time Breda's jaw clenched. Armstrong's moustache bristled, his blue eyes wide. "Are they all right?"

"Physically, yes." Behind his back, Grumman clenched his left hand tightly around his right wrist to keep himself calm. "The attack was mostly focussed on Lieutenant Hawkeye, and, strangely enough, involves blood." He took a deep breath before saying, "He forced her to drink his."

Somehow, Fuery's jaw didn't wind up on the floor, although it tried mightily. Breda swallowed hard, looking sickened, and brief flashes of shock, sympathy, and anger crossed Armstrong's face so quickly that catching them all was difficult. The big man was the first to regain his power of speech.

"And did she… get rid of it?"

"After he was chased away, yes. I'm told she was so disgusted by it that she vomited almost immediately." He shook his head wearily. "Though if this is the perverse purpose he puts his own blood toward, I shudder to think what his plans for the bottles he stole is."

Breda gave a full body shudder, shaking himself back to reality. "I can see why you didn't want to tell us, sir. It's like something out of a horror story."

Beside him, Fuery went still, his shoulders stiffening and eyes widening. "…Say that again."

"'…It's like… something out of a horror story?'"

Recognition dawned in the young man's eyes, his gaze introspective as he nodded slowly. "That's because it is. A vampire forcing a victim to drink his — the vampire's — blood… that's straight out of classic vampire lore. It's called a baptism of blood; it's how one vampire turns a new one." He grinned sheepishly, coming back to the present as he glanced around at the other three, all of them staring at him. "…I read a lot of monster stories as a kid."

Breda's expression turned skeptical. "That's the key word here, though, isn't it? Stories?" He shook his head. "This guy is just… a guy. Somebody who's probably read the exact same stories you did, and is just cracked enough to believe that he's an actual vampire, so he tries to act like one."

"Stories, perhaps," Armstrong rumbled darkly, "but I know for a fact that monsters are real." He reached up, rubbing at his left shoulder, still tender from where it had been dislocated on the Promised Day. "I fought one on the Promised Day… and served another in the military for several years. I'm not above believing that the monsters in cautionary tales could be real; the ideas had tom come from somewhere."

"Usually folklore, dreamed up by scared people to explain the unexplainable," Breda countered. "I'll agree that monsters do exist; I can't deny the existence of the Homonculi or their Father. What I'm saying is that there's got to be a better explanation than some pointy-toothed bloodsucker, or at least some kind of proof."

"After hearing all the accounts from Central on the Promised Day… after have my own soul ripped out and then slammed back home by a mystically evil being I've never even seen…." Grumman moved to lean back against the desk, folding his arms over his narrow chest. "After all that, I think I'm willing to come down on the side of belief."

Breda still didn't look convinced, but Fuery spoke up before he could voice his skepticism. "So if this guy is some kind of vampire, and if he turned Lieutenant Hawkeye before she left for Ishval…. Could he be going after her? And stealing the blood for…." He swallowed hard in distaste. "For… provisions until he reaches Jadad?"

The room went deathly silent for a long moment, before Armstrong spoke. "…It might be best to have East City establish radio contact with Jadad as soon as possible."

EAST CITY MILITARY HEADQUARTERS

0953 HOURS, APRIL 23RD

She sat with her shoulders hunched beside the radio receiver, headphones clamped to her ears with both hands and a frown etched into her face. Rebecca shook her head, hearing the padding over her ears creak with the movement. "Still nothing, try again."

Beside her, still tired from a hurried day and night of train travel, Falman inched the frequency dial over notch by notch, his other hand holding his own headphones tightly against one ear. "We're going to have to start going backward along the frequencies before much longer. There might be a dust storm somewhere between here and there that's scrambling the signal, or –"

"Wait a second, go back a little! I think I heard something."

A second later, a fuzzy signal dissipated most of the white noise, occasionally disappearing back into static. "…tention, Eas…uarters…Jadad Cen…tions…se resp…."

Rebecca bounced once in her seat in happy victory, causing Hayate to lift his head from the floor beside her chair. "Yes!" Leaning forward to the microphone, she pushed the button for transmission. "Jadad Central Communications, this is East City Headquarters. We copy, but you've got bad static."

There was a short pause, then, "…opy, East Cit…. you know…ry offic… name…keye?"

She could feel the happy triumph of just seconds before fading into worry. Exchanging a glance with Falman, his own concern writ large on his face, she leaned toward the mic again. "…Yes, we do. We're actually calling to talk to either her or Colonel Mustang." A brief pause. "The phone lines were down; this was our only option."

The pause from the Ishvalan end continued for another moment, before was a crackle louder than others and a new, deeper voice sounded. "…ecca?"

She relaxed slightly, although not much. "Right here, Colonel. Falman, too."

"…ood. Could u… elp." There was another pause, and when he continued, Rebecca suspected it had been because Mustang was taking a calming breath. "Hawk… n't here…. ng happ… took off."

"'Something happened and she took off?'" she repeated softly to herself. Casting a look at Falman, she found him looking back at her with equal puzzlement.

"That's out of character," he said, just as quietly. "Lieutenant Hawkeye never just… 'takes off.'"

Rebecca turned back to the microphone. "Colonel, do you know where she is? We have a message we need to get to her. It's urgent."

"She…mewhere ins…ity… ot sure whe…. ive me… sage, I'll… et it… when… ind her." There followed a moment of hissing static, and then, "…ave mess… too."

Her frown deepened, not understanding the last few words past the obscuring bursts of static and white noise. Either the Colonel had a message as well… or just a mess. With Riza having gone off 'somewhere in the city,' it could be either one. "Go ahead, sir," she said, reaching for the notepad and pencil she had brought with her. "What's your message?"

"…eason t… eve… iller migh… pire. I… eird…est… lanation….… bit Hawk… rned her… too.… ried to… rid of… n't work. She… ent pers… not… at all." He paused for a moment, then added, "With… o far?"

Rebecca looked down at what she had scribbled hastily as he spoke. 'Killer, vampire?, bit Hawkeye, turned?, tried get rid of didn't work, different person.' "I think so. Did you say she's a different person? Not herself at all?"

"…es….off aft…failed… een since….Grumman we're…looking… city… on't think… find unle…want…be fou…."

"Got it." Jotting down the last note, she read it over again. 'Took off after failed' - presumably he meant whatever they had tried to get rid of a vampire curse - 'tell Grumman they're looking, in city, don't think find her unless wants be found.'

"…at's y… age?"

Falman jumped in as Rebecca started writing out her short notes into something more intelligible. "Grumman told everyone about the attack on you in East City," he said, speaking slowly to combat the static. "Fuery figured out the vampire angle as well. The last attack was two days ago –"

The radio spat static, causing him to pause, and Mustang spoke again. "Fue…igur… out?!"

"Yes, sir. And the last attack was at a hospital. The killer stole six bottles of blood and killed two staff members before he escaped." Silence, but for a faint buzzing on the airwaves. "We think he might be –"

"He…ing here."

Falman grimaced; for having been hurled headlong into this – the strangest of strange cases – with little to no warning, he was handling it remarkably well… but his own weariness was wearing on his ability to keep up. "Yes, sir. We think he might be."

There was yet another momentary pause, and when Mustang's voice came back, it was all business. "Than…eads-up.…wha… can… ind Hawkeye…. Get…ssage to…man, check…tonight.… lines down… don't… ike it.…eep search… you know…ind her."

Either the static was clearing a little bit, or Rebecca was beginning to understand static-speak. "We copy. East City out."

Both she and Falman sat back, pulling off headphones and laying them on the desk. Rebecca rubbed a worried hand across her forehead, massaging the beginnings of a headache. "I suppose we ought to call back to Central and bring the others up to speed," she muttered. "Though how we're supposed to present this vampire stuff with a straight face, I don't know."

Falman's usually sober expression was grave. "I believe it," he said quietly. "I fought beside the Homonculus Greed on the Promised Day, and I watched Bradley take apart a tank, Captain Buccaneer, and a Xingese warrior with no more trouble than swatting a determined mosquito. If a being such as that exists, who's to say that vampires can't?"

A chill crept up Rebecca's spine, and she only barely suppressed a shiver. Getting to her feet, she picked up her notepad and started toward the door. "Either way, we have a job to do. Let's just hope we're wrong in thinking the killer could be headed farther east."

CITY OF JADAD, RECONSTRUCTION OUTPOST OFFICE

1015 HOURS, APRIL 23RD

Roy pushed open the door and stepped into the dim, cool interior of the house-turned-office. Barely ten in the morning and already the sun was promising high warmth from a cloudless blue sky. Roy took that as a good sign; maybe such bright sunlight would force Riza to stay put in whatever hiding place she had found.

And maybe it'll prevent the killer from getting here much faster….

Miles looked up as Roy entered, his smile reflexive and not much more. "Did you manage to get through?"

"Barely. The temporary phone lines are down, so we had to rely on radio contact, and the static was pretty strong." He pulled a folded piece of notepaper from its place tucked into the waist sash of his Ishvalan tunic. "This was the message relayed to me through East City, from our new Führer-President."

Frowning studiously, Miles read the shorthand notes out loud as though for clarification. "'Last killer attack negative two d.' Two days ago?" He continued after a confirming nod. "'Stole blood, nothing since. Poss. coming here.'" He grimaced. "And if our vampire angle is correct, that blood will sustain him until he reaches here, and perhaps both him and the Lieutenant when he does."

Roy's stomach flipped sickeningly at the thought of her drinking more blood, this time voluntarily. "I don't think that's our biggest issue at the moment. The fact is that he's probably already on his way and if so, he's likely almost here. Two vampires in a city full of unsuspecting civilians?"

"It will be like letting two wolves into a pen of sheep," Scar put in, descending the stairs from the second floor. "Which leaves us with three options: lie in wait for the killer to arrive and bring him down when he does, find Lieutenant Hawkeye and make sure she can't or doesn't attack anyone, or… find her and wait for the male vampire to turn up and corner them both at once."

The sickening flip subsided to an uneasy rolling. "Use her as bait?"

"In a sense." Red eyes went toward the large map pinned to one wall of the main room. "The trick is finding her."

Mentally ordering his insides to get a hold of themselves, Roy turned toward the map, studying it as he approached. Symbols on a variety of colours covered most of the westward section of the city, next to tiny printed reference numbers beside each building. With more refugees trickling into the city every week, what had begun as a small 40-acre inhabited zone had spread to roughly a quarter of the city have at least some population.

Of course, that still left three quarters unpopulated.

His arms folded loosely across his chest, Roy ignored the habitable zone, and focussed his attention on the areas left free of such markings. "How many locations of significance are there in this open part?"

"Dozens," was Scar's grim answer as he joined him. One large, calloused hand lifted, pointing out different spots. "Temples, marketplaces, schools, a seminary, parks, courthouses…." He frowned. "Although you mentioned she would likely have to avoid religious sites."

Dark eyes scanned the enigmatic clusters of two-dimensional buildings. "I know it's a lot… but would you mind marking those kinds of places off? I don't know if we can figure out exactly what sort of place she would look for… but we should at least try."

Silently, Scar retrieved a marker from Miles' desk, returning to begin tracing the outlines of certain buildings with the red felt tip. Roy studied each one, comparing it to mental criteria and either dismissing it as a choice, or keeping it in mind.

The whole process took nearly half an hour, in which Miles disappeared briefly into the office's small kitchen and returned with small, steaming cups of strong coffee. Even with cream and sugar added to negate the bitterness, Roy was forced to cough in surprise at the first sip.

Getting himself under control, he turned back to the map as Scar took a step back with a satisfied nod. "All right. So if we exclude temples that still gives us…?"

"Fifty-seven possible locations." Scar gave him a sidelong glance. "If you're certain she'll look for a significant and public place."

Roy nodded firmly. "I'm almost positive. It's Sniper 101: get high up with a good vantage point over as wide an area as possible with as little ground cover as possible. That being said, if the building is under two storeys, she'll avoid it."

Miles joined them, holding a clipboard full of building reference numbers. Both he and Scar set to work, checking the heights of red-traced buildings and either putting a red line through them or leaving a red dot in the centre. In the space of ten minutes, all selected sites went from potential to 'probably not' or 'possible.'

Looking over, Miles lifted an eyebrow. "Next?"

Roy had spent the checking period planning the next round of cuts. "Any place surrounded by other buildings or that you know to have more than, say, two windows per wall." He shrugged. "It's a pretty common trope that sun and vampires don't mix well."

Miles nodded as Scar turned back to the map. "I noticed something like that as I was escorting her to the yantir. She seemed… perhaps a little groggy or disoriented, a little bit shaky in the knees. Not quite the dramatic bursting into dust and ash that some legends describe, but I think all of us would rather that didn't happen."

Silently quashing the little flutter of panic in his chest at the thought of that particular possibility, Roy forced a smile. "I think you'd be right. How many possibilities are we down to now?"

Scar was another moment in answering, murmuring when he did. "Twenty-six. Any other thoughts?"

Roy thought for a minute, then said, "Any place with religious significance. Temples and cemeteries, like we said before, but you mentioned a seminary as well?" The other man nodded. "I wouldn't expect her to go to close to that either. Any place for religion or the teaching of religion likely won't feel too welcoming to her."

Those subtractions only took a moment. "Twenty-one left."

"It would be best if we could narrow it down to under ten or just over," Miles said, his eyes on the map. "If we search those locations and don't find her, we can add possible sites back in little by little until we do."

Nodding agreement, Roy ran through the criteria in his head once again, trying to find something he had overlooked, something he may have missed that was preventing the selection from being pared down any farther…. "What about… any places that might see use sooner than the others? Places close to the inhabited zones that are maybe a little better off and might have Reconstruction workers visiting them at any time?"

"Ah." Miles consulted the clipboard list, looking closely at the column that told of a building's current state. "I can see eliminating… perhaps nine such buildings. Leaving us with a total of twelve possibilities farther into the city."

Scar handed him the marker, allowing him to take over crossing out the buildings they no longer needed. "Twelve is more of a workable number than fifty-seven," he agreed. "The temple can lend us some of their apprentices to help with the search."

Roy took a deep breath, still watching the map. Somewhere, in that open section, in one of those red-traced buildings, was Riza. A Riza who needed his help, needed to be found, needed to be brought home…. He just had to find her. "And will it be find-and-detain, or find, observe, and report?"

The two Ishvalan men exchanged a glance. "I think… it will depend on the situation, sir," Miles finally said, his tone careful. "If, when she's found, if they come upon her unnoticed… I would think that all they would need to do is report where she's gone to ground and keep an eye on the place until a new plan is formed." He hesitated briefly. "But, if she attacks outright, then whoever is on the receiving end will have no choice but to defend themselves."

It certainly wasn't the ideal situation, but Roy had a feeling it was going to be the best he could hope for under the current circumstances. "Agreed. Make sure the searchers know, then, that stealth is going to be an asset." The smile he cracked wasn't a full one, but it at least took most of the grimness out of his wry comment of "I'd really rather not have to find a new assistant."

"We'll do what we can, sir," Miles promised.

Scar had already taken a few steps away from the map on the wall toward the low table that served as his desk. Reaching down, he picked up three small packets. "If stealth doesn't work, these may buy time to either get away or prepare a defense." He kept one small canvas pouch for himself, and handed the remaining two to the others. "Based on vampire lore in the Ishvalan archives, these should be enough to at least give one of them pause when attacking."

Roy turned the little bundle over in his hands. "What all is in here, exactly?" The thing didn't have a strong smell, but what little there was was not exactly… appetizing.

"A combination of blessed sand, a holy rune of protection cast in silver, and three flowers of the garlic plant." Scar unwound the long string wrapped around the neck of his pouch, slipping it over his head so that the little bag rested halfway down his chest. "I can't promise it will completely repel a vampire, but they won't be anxious to get near it."

Putting his own pouch — or, protection charm, he supposed — around his neck, Roy glanced down at it once, then looked away. His eyes fell on the map.

"Let's get one of these made up for each member in the search party," he said, "and then get to it. Keep them in pairs, for safety's sake, and make sure they know what to do and what to look for. It's better to do this during daylight, so when there's an hour left until sunset, if we haven't found her, we'll pull them all back and regroup for tomorrow. Fair?"

Scar and Miles nodded grimly, and the curl of worry Roy had felt earlier now settled as a slowly shifting ball of uneasiness in his stomach.

The hunt was on.

#fma #fmab #Roy Mustang #Riza Hawkeye #royza #royai #fma fanfiction #royai fanfiction #tainted blood

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Imagine...

Michael trying to convince you that you shouldn’t love him.

“You shouldn’t be here.” It was late. Frankly, he shouldn’t have been there either, but you knew he would be. He wasn’t hard to find, always working long hours. Half the time, you were exhausted for him. You had met him at the Garrison. It was a Thursday night and you had decided to go out with a few of your girlfriends after work. You were a telephone operator, which was one of the most boring and interesting jobs you could imagine having. He was handsome and cocky, a poisonous combination.

He had you at, “I’m Michael. I bought you a drink because you’re the most beautiful girl in this bar.” You had turned towards him and smirked, cracking a joke about how he knew what you drank. He said he had inherited the sight from his Gypsy mother and you had laughed, not sure if he was kidding.

He, of course, took you home that night and that had been that.

That was in mid December. It had been five months of almost but not quite, five months of uncertainty, five months of sharing his bed but not being sure exactly where you stood. He had been distant recently, working longer hours, not coming to your flat at all hours. You decided to confront him about it, as frankly, you had had enough. You deserved more, and while you were fairly certain you loved him, you could find it somewhere else if you needed to.

“Neither should you. It’s almost midnight.” You responded, the same emotionless tone he had used with you leaving your lips. You crossed your arms, leaning against the door post, body lit by the single light on his desk. He hadn’t looked at you yet, still scribbling figures.

“A lot of work to do tonight. Which you are keeping me from.”

“Hm.” you responded, raising an eyebrow. “Listen, I get that your job is very important to you, but maybe some other things should be as well.”

“Like what?” He asked, looking at you for the first time. He was wearing glasses and you watched him push them up the bridge of his nose, appraising you.

“Like me, maybe.” You responded, feeling uncertain but not eluding to it in your tone. He furrowed his brows.

“Like you?” He sighed, running a hand through his hair, “y/n, what are you on about?”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m some foolish little girl, Michael Gray.” You responded, narrowing your eyes, “You know exactly what I’m on about. You’ve felt it too. You’ve had to have.”

“Felt what, exactly? What exactly am I supposed to have felt?” It wasn’t aggressive, the way he spoke. Just condescending, which was decidedly worse. You took a breath, committing to not letting him get you.

“Like we’re a little bit more than just fucking, because there’s no way that’s just one sided.” You responded, your voice a little more harsh than you intended. His lips curled into a smirk.

“Y/n, you’re a smart girl. Didn’t anyone warn you not to fall for a man like me, lovely? You’re just going to get hurt.” He let out a dry chuckle, almost cruel sounding, and began writing again. Was that all he had to say?

“Is that it? Tell me you’re the bad guy and that I should’ve been, what, more careful? Like I’m some kind of victim, like you’re some kind of- will you fucking look at me, you bastard?” You exclaimed, enraged by his nonchalance. He had to feel it too, how could he not? He looked up, eyebrows raised. “You don’t just hold someone like that after a fuck and it doesn’t mean anything. You don’t make them tea in the morning, or get them fucking flowers, or tell them that they’re the only reason you’d sleep in on a Sunday morning, or any of the other fucking bullshit you’ve pulled in the last few months if it doesn’t fucking mean anything.”

“You’re reading into things that aren’t there. I told you-”

“Then why have you been pulling away from me? Nothing happened that would make you want to do that besides me flirting with that asshole at the bar the other night. I think it’s because you were jealous and that bothered you. That bothered you so much you punched him in the face hard enough to break his nose, and that bothered you enough not to speak to me for three days because you fucking felt something. This isn’t the first time.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” His voice was low, his eyes trained on the wall behind you instead of your face, and you swallowed. You had wanted answers, but you also didn’t want to push him too hard. There would be a point where he’d stop pushing back, and that would be when you’d lost him.

“Then why are you getting so defensive? If I’m so wrong, why are you-”

“Stop. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” His words played in your head again. You had never seen him so angry.

“I think I do, Michael.” you spoke quietly, wanting him to be able to have a conversation with you before he blew a gasket. His face softened. You didn’t know what to do with that.

“And what then, lovely? What if you’re right?” He questioned, closing his book and rising from his desk. He was so tall, so tall, you always forgot that when he was sitting. “We, what, you’re my girl then? Everything’s perfect because I love you and you love me?”

“I-” you tried to interject, but clearly, he’d thought a lot about this. You just listened. You had done a lot of talking, and now it was his turn.

“Do you think you can handle this? All the time, every day, all of me? Because it’s a lot,” he shook his head, “it’s a lot, y/n. I’ve seen how you are and being with me might break you. I’m bad for you.” His voice was quiet. Michael being vulnerable was a rarity and you held your breath.

“I’m not afraid, Michael.”

“You wouldn’t be.” He shook his head, eyes finally meeting yours, “you shuld be, but you wouldn’t be. You shouldn’t love me.”

“Yeah, well, I do, don’t I?” You retorted, your arms coming across your chest, “I love you for everything you are. And I’m sorry you think I’m weak-”

“Do not put words in my mouth, y/n.” He shook his head. You didn’t know when he had migrated in front of his desk instead of behind it, but here he was, almost close enough to touch.

“That’s what it sounded like. It wouldn’t be handling you, Michael, it would be loving you. You would love me, you would protect me. I trust you.”

Michael smiled ruefully. “And what if I can’t? My lovely girl, what if I can’t? If you got hurt because of me, I couldn’t live with myself. I couldn’t do it.”

You walked closer to him, staring into those eyes. “Tell me you don’t love me, then. Tell me you don’t love me and I’ll leave. You won’t hear from me again, you won’t have to worry about a thing.” He was quiet for a long time. You waited. You didn’t know if you were strong enough to just leave, but you would try to be if you had to be. He chewed his lip and you switched your weight from foot to foot. You could feel the silence. What if he didn’t say anything? What then?

“I can’t. I’m not going to lie to you.” He ran his hand through his hair, the sigh that left his lips one of almost suffering. “I would lie to anyone else. But you, Jesus y/n, I can’t even lie to save you. Because I love you, and the thought of you thinking of me as the monster that I am. It fucking kills me, okay? Because I love you and I shouldn’t. I’m bad for you and you don’t know what’s good for you.”

“Maybe not.” He averted his eyes. “But I don’t care. I love you too, Michael. You’re not a monster. You’re far from a monster. You’re not who you think you are.” You wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest, the familiar smell a comfort. “Don’t push me away again, you shit.”

“I won’t. I won’t.” He told you, enveloping you in his arms, pressing a kiss on the top of your head. You pulled away and leaned up, your lips brushing his. You placed a hand on his cheek.

“Will you take me home? I’m exhausted, and so are you.” The hand you placed on his face was gentle, the wounds of the night still raw. He nodded and turned around, grabbing his jacket and switching off the light. He loved you, you loved him, and the rest you would figure out as it came.

#Michael Gray imagine #michael gray x reader #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinder imagine #masterlist

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stylo-xx · 6 years

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Eyes Closed (M)

G-Dragon: Angst/Small amount of fluff/Smut

PART 9-A: Telephone Games

A/N: more to come soon

P.S: songs for your listening pleasure (The Horrors)

(Part One)||(Part Two-A)||(Part Two-B)||(Part Three)||(Part Four)||(Part Five-A)||(Part Five-B)||(Part Five-C)||(Part Six)(Part Seven)||(Part Eight)||(Part Nine-B)

Ji-Yong twirled his phone in his hands before unlocking it for the hundredth time before sighing heavily and locking it back up.

“You know, they say doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result is insanity right?” Young-Bae raised an eyebrow.

Ji-Yong ignoring his best friend, absentmindedly scoffed as he stared at the black screen of his phone.

“How many weeks is it now that you’ve been waiting for her to hit you up?” “I don’t know I lost count...but I’m betting less than the amount of texts I’ve sent her” Ji-Yong sighed as he plopped his phone on his chest as he slunk into the couch “the fucked up thing is that she never has her read receipts on but she turned them on just so I could see she that she left me on read...” “Ouch, that’s a bit harsh” “A bit? She’s rubbing that bullshit excuse for a relationship in my face” he furrowed his brows. “By not responding to your texts?” “In case you’ve forgotten, any of those millions of pictures she’s been posting of her and that asshole, she made it official. Like to the public! God! it’s like even when we first got together we kept it as low key as we could for a while but suddenly she just wants everyone and their mother to know how great her newfound relationship with Satan is” “I mean you did kinda rub your non existent, happy relationship with Cassie in her face so—” “So nothing! That wasn’t an invite for her to stay pissed at me while she’s out ‘having the time of her life’ and rub it in my face” “What did you want her to do exactly?” “I don’t fucking know! Tell me that she’s sorry and she made a mistake and she needs me back” “So you basically want her to feel guilty for being in a functioning relationship with someone else?” “I guess when you put it that way then...yeah, kinda...yeah” Young-Bae sighed as he sat on the couch beside his best friend. “I’ve done everything she wanted me to do and yet here I am still not with her! I mean I got sober!—for the most part at least...I haven’t fucked anyone else!—except for those three girls in Japan I tried to distract myself with...but she practically has me crawling on my hands and knees begging her to get back with me” “I mean she does think you have a girlfriend…”

“That’s beside the point!”

“I don’t know maybe just tell her Cassie isn’t your actual girlfriend? Maybe just tell her the truth? Ever think about that?” “And run the risk of her getting even more pissed at me for lying? I think I’m good” Young-Bae sighed heavily “you ever think about just moving on? Clearly she has” Jiyong raised an eyebrow “you’re joking right? Besides, I can’t just ‘move on…” “Why not?” “Because I love her. And I know I fucked up, on more than one occasion, but I wanna make up for it before I don’t get the chance to” Young-Bae nodded his head absentmindedly “Also because I just can’t...I can’t. Physically, mentally I can’t. And I know it sounds stupid but I can’t” “Doesn’t sound stupid, just tiresome for the both of you” Ji-Yong bit his lip as he sat in deep thought for a moment. “Okay let’s say that, for instance, I were to just let her go and I ‘move on’ with someone else” he air quoted “--further down the line we’re able to see each other happy with someone else and not have any kind of feelings for one another and we manage to be best friends again—” “Doesn’t sound like a bad scenario to me” Young-Bae interjected.

“—let’s say that even further down the line, a year from now, two years from now things go great with both of our significant others and one day she calls me up all excited to tell me she got engaged to him—” Young-Bae opened his mouth to speak, Ji-Yong held up a hand to shush him before he could utter a single syllable “Then it hits me like a ton of bricks that I in-fact am not only not over her, but this wave of panic takes over me and come the day of her wedding all I’m gonna wanna do is to get wasted and tell her I’m still in love her and that she’s making a huge mistake marrying him and she should just run away with me. But then she tells me that she doesn’t feel that same way anymore and she marries him any way. But where the hell does that leave me Young-Bae? Huh? Where does that leave me? All alone wishing I had done something earlier”

He had gotten so worked up he stood up mid monologue. “I mean you see I’m in the right here, right?” Ji-Yong turned his body toward him. “Honestly I’m not so inclined to tell you where I stand on this whole mess between the two of you” “What why not?” “Because no matter what I say, you two do the complete opposite and frankly just don’t know how to help anymore. I will be here for you until the very end but I just don’t know how to help either of you” Ji-Yong furrowed his brows. Young-Bae crossed his arms across his chest “sure you say you got ‘sober’ and you haven’t screwed anyone else, not counting those three girls, but...do you honestly think you can change at this point?” “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” “What I think I’m trying to say is, Ji-Yong nobody believes you anymore. You’re a sad ass liar” “What did you just call me?” “You deserve to be lonely”

“What the fuck Young-Bae?!” “You can’t change. You wouldn’t know how to even if you actually tried” Ji-Yong squared up to his best friend. “She is much happier with him...you? You’ll only be the end of her...you’re just poison” The words and the image of his best friend started to become distorted as his words began to echo in his head as if in some horror movie. Tossing and turning in bed he awoke in a cold sweat

“Fuck!” He ran his hands over his face before he turned to face the glowing green numbers on his alarm clock on his night stand. Three AM.

‘Goddamn it’ he thought He sat up on one elbow to reach across the night stand to grab his phone. He groaned as he hit the home button prompting the screen to turn on blinding him with the light. He shut one eye as he turned down the brightness and began to scroll through his texts. He bit his lip contemplating opening the thread that read ‘Alex’. He had finally changed her name in his phone, considering he had called her now on more than one occasion, he wasn’t afraid of drunk dialing her anymore. What he was afraid of was that the reason she wasn’t responding was because she had blocked his number and all together tossed any and all memory of him in the figurative garbage. For the past month and a half, Ji-Yong had for the most part managed to stay sober despite his own brain clawing at his skull telling him to just down a few bottles until he wound up in the hospital again; that way she would have to come see him. And with his onset new sobriety, he’s even managed to stay celibate somehow. Though in retrospect he thought he went a bit overboard with trying to clean his act up. With his body not used to not having some sort of release it had inadvertently made him sensitive to the human touch. Just days prior at press junket during the translators speaking to the press, Seung-Hyun had leaned over to whisper something in Ji-Yong’s ear and it almost instantaneously sent shivers down his spine. Since then the others had teased Ji-Yong relentlessly randomly blowing on his neck, massaging his head and so on and so forth. Not having sex for as long as he had, had only made him rely on his imagination and his right hand. Though admittedly it just wasn’t the same as watching the person beneath beneath him squirm and claw at his back in ecstasy.

His thumb hesitantly hovered over her name in bold black text in his recent calls list; he weighed his options in his head as his bit his lip.

‘Was twenty-two unanswered calls one too many past desperate?’ he thought.

He sighed heavily placing one arm behind his head and leaning back into his mountain of pillows.

“Fuck it” he muttered to himself pressing dial anticipating the robotic voice he had come to know far too well.

Sure enough, not even a full ring on the receiver and he was sent directly to voicemail. Sighing again, he pulled his phone away from his ear readying to hang up as the robotic woman delivered her speech he had come to know by heart. Just as his finger was mere centimeters away from the red button he retracted his finger placing the phone back up to his ear.

‘--Please leave your message after the tone’

He took a deep breath before speaking

“Hey uh Alex its me...Ji-Yong” he chuckled awkwardly “I mean I guess you already know that ‘cause of the caller ID...umm it’s three AM here...I--I thought I’d actually leave you a message finally. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay...you hadn’t called me back so--just let me know how you’re doing...even just a--”

Two beeps signaling the call ending cut him off mid sentence.

“Mother fucker...” he muttered as he plopped his phone onto his chest and slunk even further into his sea of pillows and bed sheets.

He wasn’t sure where to go from here. He had tried his best to backpedal from when his own plan backfired straight onto his face the night of the dinner with Suho and company, though his efforts were all for naught. It had been a month and a half now and he still hadn’t heard back from Alex. At this point things weren’t looking to be in his favor; or so he felt that way.

“A-Bomb, calm down!”

“Liar!” she slurred as she drunkenly threw another half eaten chocolate at the mural advertisement on the side of the building.

“You’re wasting perfectly good chocolate!” Sash struggled behind Alex trying to grasp her by the wrist “besides the Guess model with the nice ass didn’t do anything to you!”

“No!”

“Alex, give me the box of chocolates!”

“No!” she wriggled herself free sprinting in the opposite direction.

“Alexandra!” Sash panted as she chased behind her.

“No, she’s fine...” Saige sighed as she looked behind her “we’re walking back from the pub to the hotel now”

‘All that yelling doesn’t sound fine to me’

“Don’t even worry, she’ll be over it soon”

‘I just don’t want her to have some sort of meltdown at that award show for it to be broadcasted for millions of people to see. Saige, you promised me that this new guy was going to help keep her reputation in pristine status’

“Chill out Davis, trust me on this. This guy is actually good for her, if not just making her look good”

‘Looking good is part of her job, that’s not the problem Sai--’

“To the public!” she scoffed “you know what I meant”

‘Listen, all I want out of this is that this show makes it look like she got her shit together and judging by how things sound on your end I am not so convinced’

“They’ve made it this far without her looking like a complete lunatic--”

‘Have you gone deaf or am I the only one hearing her screaming ‘fuck these stupid fucking chocolates’ Saige?’

“Trust me--”

‘You keep telling me to trust you Saige but your argument is mute!’

“Listen to me you hard headed genius of a man!” she huffed into the receiver “you asked me to take over her social media and make it look like she’s unbelievably happy and in love, and did I deliver?”

‘Yes…’

“You asked me to make sure she didn’t run her career into the ground when she came back to Seoul a few months ago, and did I not do that?”

‘It didn’t exactly go as smoothly as I asked...’ he sighed.

“Did I or did I not manage to turn that scandle into making her look good?”

‘Yes, but she almost went completely off the deep end with that asshole again Saige! Don’t think I didn’t find out about that’

“That is besides the point!” she scoffed “point is I got her to open her eyes, and with a little coaxing from Suho and from the douchebag’s own stupidity, she made the right choice and chose Suho”

‘This isn’t another episode of Grey’s Anatomy of McDreamy VS. McVet we’re talking about here kid, we’re talking about one of my biggest money makers almost running away with the Rebel Without a Cause and costing me lots of money when she can’t film anything because she’s either too distraught to work or because studios don’t want her because she has too much baggage following her!’

“Okay, first of all don’t talk about her like she’s some piggy bank” she furrowed her brows “you’ve known her since she was like twelve! And secondly the big picture here is Davis, she didn’t run away with that egotistical sadomasochist--”

‘The big picture here Saige, is she’s drunkenly running around throwing confectioneries on the darkened street corners of London at two in the morning!’

She sighed heavily.

‘Listen…’ he paused ‘I get that you have got your work cut out for you especially since you are her best friend, and I know sometimes it’s hard to draw the line between PR rep and her best friend but I won’t allow her to make her make a mockery of herself and this agency again. Only way I’ll let her even show up to that award show is if you guarantee me she and that new guy make as big of headlines as the Royal Wedding and if she has absolutely zero contact with that dragon mother fucker’

“Don’t even worry I’m already way ahead of you on that…”

‘Meaning?’

“Meaning that since you’ve had me manage her social media that means I am in full control of her phone...”

‘Go on keep talking’

“And ‘dragon mother fucker’ for the past month and a half since they saw each other last, has been relentlessly trying to contact her so I’ve just--more or less been withholding that information from her and deleting the messages; hence the drunken meltdown, she thinks he’s completely forgotten about her”

‘You keeping secrets from her now?’

She could hear the amused grin spreading across his face.

“What she doesn’t know wont hurt her...besides her being this pissed at him will only make it easier for her not wanting anything to do with him at the award show or any time after that. If she thinks he just up and moved on with that girl he’s supposedly dating she has no choice but to swallow her pride and move on too; for good”

He chuckled ‘wouldn’t be show business if a little scheming wasn’t involved. I love it, keep her as far removed from him as possible, soon enough he’ll be nothing more than a memory; if we’re lucky he won’t be anything at all to her any time soon’

“We can only hope, and Suho is completely onboard with the idea so that’s another person in our corner”

‘The new boyfriend is even in on this?!’ he cackled ‘oh Saige, I knew you were the best of the best but this is just fantastic! But aren’t you scared of what she’ll do to you if she finds out this whole plan of yours?’

She bit her lip “I’ve thought about it--”

‘And?’

“And she might--no, she will hate me but it’s in her best interest. Besides he’s been helping keeping her distracted by taking her on dates and umm… keeping her physically entertained…”

‘She hates to work out, she likes this guy that much?’

“Sometimes I wonder how you’ve managed to become a multimillionaire with the things that come out of your mouth” she scoffed “sex Davis, I’m talking about sex!”

‘Oh! Well why didn’t you just say they’ve been fucking then?!’ he cackled again.

“Didn’t really think that’d be suiting conversation to have with my boss”

‘So what happened tonight then? Sex got stale all of a sudden?’ he chortled.

She made a eugh noise “oh no they had sex, multiple times so she said. She just came knocking on my room door saying that she couldn’t sleep and didn’t want to bother him and since the pubs stay open late here she said she just wanted to get a few drinks to maybe help her chill out and then two hours and three heart-shaped boxes of chocolates later and well here we are...she’s piss ass drunk throwing chocolates all over the place and yelling at denim advertisements”

‘Well aside from her drunken rampage it seems like you have things more under control that I thought. Keep it that way, and keep that dragon guy as far away from her as possible’

“Oh, believe me I plan to”

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Interns.

Summary: You and your best friend begin your first college internship, and things get a little steamy when Grayson Dolan is in the room next door.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: None, semi-smut?? Nothing graphic at all.

A/N: My second imagine! Let me know if you like it! xx

Bzzzzt bzzzzt bzzzt

I awoke early to my alarm, letting me know that I needed to get ready for work. Well, internship. My college professor had recently introduced me to a middle aged man looking for interns to work at his publishing company. I would be starting this morning with two other college students, one of which I did not know. The other happened to be my best friend Lucy. I had met Lucy during my first week of college, since her dorm was right next to mine. Our meeting was accidental, as I had unintentionally locked myself out one night after returning from my part time job. I had called the college maintenance, explaining my dilemma, and then knocked on her door looking for somewhere to stay while I waited for the lock to be fixed. She opened the door and squealed, saying that she had been wanting to meet me for "the longest time". We sat on her lounge and chatted for what seemed like hours. Lucy was extremely happy, bubbly and outgoing, the complete opposite of me. I preferred to stick to myself and concentrate on my studies, only attending parties if I was forced. We bonded instantly, and swapped numbers before I returned to my dorm. Throughout the rest of that week, I discovered that I had most classes with Lucy. We stopped in at the campus coffee shop on frequent occasions, looking for a energy boost to get us through classes.

I hopped out of bed with a smile on my face, and padded over to my wardrobe to grab my outfit that I had carefully chosen the night before. I slid on a black pencil skirt and an emerald green blouse, glancing at my reflection in the mirror. I looked elegant, yet professional - a great first-impression outfit. I walked to my dresser and applied a light layer of foundation, mascara and filled in my eyebrows. I popped a plum coloured lipstick in my purse to put on later, and headed out into the small kitchen.

After fixing myself a breakfast of avocado toast, I sat at the table and pulled out my phone. I checked instagram, finding a DM from Lucy, a long message filled with emojis detailing how excited she was for today. I smiled to myself and sent her a quick reply, making sure to show my excitement appropriately.

Checking the time, I finished my breakfast and rushed to the front of the dorm to put on my black heels. I heard a loud knock on the door. Perfect timing, I thought. I opened the door to see Lucy standing in front of me. She too looked professional in a navy blue skirt and a white blouse. Her blond hair was twisted in a neat updo, held back with hairspray and many pins. "Hiiiiii!" She squealed, grabbing my arm and dragging me out the door. "Hi back!" I replied, grinning. I twisted out of her grasp momentarily to lock the door with my key, and then turned back to her with a flick of my long brown hair. We walked to her car, chatting excitedly about the internship. We reached her BMW and I slipped into the passenger seat. As always, I connected my phone to the aux cord and turned on our favourite playlist. Lucy blasted the aircon, and reversed out of the car park. "So," she said with a sly grin. "Have your heard who the other intern is?"

"Nope," I sighed. "Wait. Have you?"

She squealed again and flapped her hands around.

"Lucy! Driving!" I laughed.

"Oh right. Sorry." She smirked. "Well... I happen to know his name... and I also happen to know he is absolutely no-doubt the hottest guy on campus!"

I faked a gasp. "Oh my! Tell me more!"

"Y/N, I also know that he is the guy you've been obsessing over since you arrived her three months ago.... Grayson Dolan!" She yelled, a massive grin erupting onto her face. My heart skipped a beat and I giggled involuntarily.

"Oh. My. God. I knew it!" She squealed for the third time this morning. I blushed and clasped my hands in my lap.

"Sooooo we're here!" Lucy said. She pulled left into the office car park and found a spot near the elevator. We both applied our lipstick, checking ourselves in the rear-view mirror. Lucy took the keys out of the ignition and I gathered my purse and phone from the cup holder. I looked over at Lucy to see her staring at me with a huge smile.

"Ready?" I said.

"Definitely," she replied.

Inside the elevator, I checked my appearance and smoothed back my hair. Lucy wolf-whistled jokingly, but was silenced when the doors opened at the second floor car park. Standing there was Grayson. He wore tight fitting black dress pants and a grey button down shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing off his muscly forearms. His hair was pushed back away from his gorgeous face, and a warm smile adorned his handsome features.

"Hi! You must be Grayson!" Lucy chirped, ushering him into the elevator. "That's me," He laughed and nodded his head while squeezing in next to me.

I felt my body tense as he brushed up against my bare arm. He glanced sideways and we made eye contact. I softened under his gaze and smiled tentatively. The elevator dinged to let us off and we stepped out into the foyer.

"Good morning! You must be the new interns!" An elderly lady exclaimed from behind the front desk.

"Yes! I'm Lucy and this is Y/N and Grayson," Lucy said.

"I'm Belinda! Mr Davies will be waiting for you in his office," the receptionist told us, pointing down the long marbled hallway. We nodded and thanked Belinda and walked towards a large wooden door on the right side of the hall. I stepped forwards and knocked on the panel.

"Come in!" I looked to Lucy and she smiled back at me in reassurance. Feeling Grayson's presence behind me, I turned the brass doorknob.

"Hello kids," Mr Davies said cheerfully, beckoning is into his office. We each sat on a black leather chair facing our new boss. I noticed that Grayson had his body angled slightly towards me and his knee leant against my leg. Suddenly, I felt a mass swarm of butterflies explode in my stomach. This is the guy I've been crushing on for months! I thought to myself. I made a mental pact to have a moment or two alone with Grayson this morning. I zoned in and out of Mr Davies' speech, finding myself concentrating on the small area of my body which was in contact with Grayson's. After his explanation of today's jobs, Mr Davies directed us to our own offices. Lucy, Grayson and I each had a small room, complete with a mahogany desk, a matching set of shelves and a phone. We spent a few minutes unpacking the files that Mr Davies had given us, and set up our offices. Shortly after I sat down at my desk, the telephone rang.

"Hello? This is Y/N speaking," I said into the receiver.

"Y/N? Cool I got the right phone," Grayson's husky voice replied into my ear.

I giggled, "Great job."

"I just wanted to talk to you," he said. My heart fluttered and a sighed into the phone.

"Um, sure." I replied. "Do you wanna come over?"

He let out a breath. "Yeah I'll be right there Y/N." He hung up immediately, and I was left listening to the two-toned beeping of the office phone.

I heard a soft tap at my door just moments before it opened. Grayson stepped in and locked the door behind him. I stood up and leaned over my desk, placing my hands in the centre of the table, hoping to look suggestive. I obviously didn’t need to do things to get his attention, due to the expression of lust on his face. It was just the thick sexual tension in the air that made me do such things, and I noticed that Grayson wasn't going to hold back any longer. He walked over to the desk and put his large hands on top of mine. His eyes which had been holding mine dropped down to my lips. My heart seemingly tripped over itself in anticipation and I found myself hoping that he would kiss me. When his lips finally pressed against mine it was an explosion of fireworks in my belly. His hands gripped mine on the table, then roamed up my arms and across my collarbone, slowly caressing up my neck and coming to rest on the side of my face. I sighed into his lips, causing him to chuckle. His strong hands reached for my waist, and he picked me up and sat me on the desk. I was now facing him completely, which allowed me to lean in and intensify the kiss. My hands found his hair, and I tugged at his roots. He moaned in approval, so I pulled his hair even harder. Suddenly, I felt a change in his composure. His hands tilted my head back, allowing his lips to access my jaw. Grayson began to nip and suck at the soft skin of my neck, travelling up to the sweet spot just below my left ear. "Oh Grayson," I breathed.

I reached my hands up to the collar of his shirt, and started to undo the first few buttons. I traced my hands along his toned torso, spreading my fingers up across his chest and wide shoulders. I pulled him closer to me and reattached my lips to his. His mouth parted and his tongue brushed against mine. I whimpered softly and Grayson took my bottom lip in between his teeth, letting it snap back sharply. His huge hands fanned across my thighs and he hitched up my skirt so it was bunched around my waist. A shiver travelled up and down my spine. The effect that Grayson Dolan had on me was frightening. I found myself wondering if he felt the same way. I pushed my lips harder against his, our tongues moving in sync. I pulled away slowly, and fought to regain my breath. Our foreheads touching, we locked eyes and Grayson smiled. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that Y/N."

At 2pm I walked out of my office after a day of work. And a day of Grayson. He had gone back and forth between our offices, sharing kisses and more. We had swapped numbers, and spent our lunch break together in the tea room with Lucy. She had been working hard all day, and still had no idea about what went on in office 37. The three of us met near the elevator and caught a ride down together. Grayson and I chatted about our day, stealing glances when we thought Lucy wasn't paying attention. At one point, I looked over at Lucy and noticed that she was staring at my neck with wide eyes. Self consciously I tugged on the collar of my blouse. We arrived at Grayson's level and he stepped out with a quick goodbye to Lucy and a gentle squeeze of my wrist. The doors closed and I sighed, a happy smile upon my lips.

"Oh my GOD Y/N! Is that a hickey on your neck!" Lucy screamed quietly.

"Um, probably," I giggled in wonder, still not quite believing the events of the day. She squealed and jumped up and down, flapping her hands erratically.

"I knew it! I knew it! I'm so happy for you! Is he a good kisser? I mean, of course he his! He's Grayson-fricking-Dolan!" She rambled on for what seemed like ages as we walked to the car, only stopping once she noticed my amused expression. There was silence between us before we both doubled over with laughter.

"Oh my GOD!" She squealed once more and wrapped her arms around me in a massive bear hug. We broke apart to enter her car. She was still squealing as she reversed out of the parking space, and exited the underground car park. Moments later, my phone buzzed with a message from Grayson.

Grayson: I can't wait to see you in class tomorrow.

I smiled giddily and typed a reply straight away.

Y/N: I can't wait to see you either.

Grayson: Have a good afternoon, beautiful.

I glanced over at Lucy to see her smirking at me. "I told you," she chuckled, shaking her head at me. I pressed my lips together to suppress a giggle. Well, I thought to myself, I love my internship.

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