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sehoenghwa · 3 years

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cake [c.s] [final part]

concept: Choi San x gender neutral reader (ft. Park Seonghwa) warnings ⚠: smut, angst, choking, shitty behaviour

[Part 1]

A/N: aaaa it’s finally done!! I really like the endinggg I hope you enjoy part 2!! I’m sorry if I ever mention a gender on the reader, sometimes I get distracted but please let me know!! All criticism is appreciated :D

You thanked all of the gods in existance for the fact that the academic year would be over in a couple of days. You decided that missing them wouldn't be of much importance, since you couldn't bear the embsfassment. You didn't want to face San, and you weren't sure you could face anyone at all. You felt like everyone knew about what had happened, and like everyone was silently judging you for falling right onto his trap. You needed time away from everyone in that place, as everyone reminded you of him.

You spent days crying onto your pillow, because the unbearable heartbreak and weird sense of betrayal you couldn't help but to feel.

It had been about two weeks into summer vacation when you decided to pick yourself up from bed. You looked at yourself in the mirror: bloated face, massive eye bags, hair severely overgrown and your body looked unhealthy. Your heart broke at the sight, and you cursed yourself for getting to this point because of a man.

You decided that, from that point on, you'd get better. You'd treat yourself, and become someone new. But it's easier said than done of course... You sort of did that. At least you were happier...

When you finally emerged from the comfort of your bed you fixed yourself the best you could and made way towards the nearest non-suspicious looking bar. It was a nice medium-sized bar, that looked like it was straight from a gossip girl set. It was only 5pm, but as soon as you closed the door behind you, it felt like it was 1am. The music wasn't loud nor quiet, the decoration wasn't exaggerated, and the purple and pink neon lights lit up the bar nicely.

Despite not having any windows, the smell of smoke wasn't unbearable like most bars, it was almost as if it was just setting the ambient.

You sat at the bar and order a 'whatever you recommend here'. You actually had about 4 of those. You felt surprisingly well, that is, until you stood up to go to the bathroom. Your legs were wobbly and suddenly the room was spinning. Somehow you made it to the bathroom and came back, to find that your seat was taken. Yes, there were about 5 other seats, but slightly drunk you had decided that that was your seat. How dare guy-who-looked-handsome-from-the-back tke it from you?

You tapped his shoulder, a little too harshly but you couldn't control it really. The male turned around and you gasped loudly. He raised an eyebrow at your extreme reaction, but again, your emotions, actions and reactions were highly enhanced with the help of alcohol.

You recognized those deep dark eyes and eye-catching lips anywhere.

Seonghwa. He was one of San's 'og' friends. You saw him in San's ig pictures from years ago, and you'd never seen one without the other walking around the halls.

'Y/N?'

You could feel your face get hotter, out of anger. You turned around and wobbled towards the door, but Seonghwa was faster. He grabbed your wrist.

'Y/N, are you drunk? It's 7pm what are you doing here?'

You turned to face him and placed your index finger on his chest, pushing him back.

'None of your business. Don't talk to me.'

Seonghwa was smart, it didn't take him long to understand your behaviour. His grip on your wrist was steady and he didn't let you go.

'You know I'm not him, right? I didn't do it, and I would never do something like that.' He told you.

Tears immediately brimmed in your eyes and your furrowed your eyebrows angrily.

'So you know about it.'

Seonghwa sighed and nodded.

'He tells me about every single one...'

You fought his grip and ran outside, the best you could. Seonghwa followed you, not wanting to leave you alone, drunk and wobbling in the streets that had already gotten dark.

'Y/N please, I'm sorry he did that to you. I had no idea.' He tried to excuse himself.

'But you're still friends with him!' You yelled, earning a couple of looks from people passing by.

'I can't just drop him Y/N! I've been his friend since we were kids. I hate that he does this, and I hate that I'm associated with it even more. You don't see it, but I see the dirty looks I get from every girl he fucked and trashed away because they think I'm just like him.'

'Oh boo hoo poor you!' You mocked.

He placed his hands on his hips and sighed.

'Do you live nearby?' He asked.

'Why? So you can fuck me and dump me too?' You mocked.

'Because I'm driving you home before some idiot on the street picks you up and convinces you to fuck him.'

You felt a little shy for assuming anything about him when he meant to do something good. You just nodded and told him your address as you walked to his car. The drive was silent, the only sound being his finger tapping on the wheel.

Once he pulled up in your driveway, he turned off the engine and sighed.

'Y/N I'm genuinely worried for you. I'm not San, okay? He texted me after you left his house, and told me what happened. The days after he does that we usually get some nasty comments from whoever he fucks. I looked for you, I expected to see you breaking a couple pencils imagining it was his dick or shooting him death glares, but you didn't come to class. Neither did you the next day. And it's two weeks into summer vacation and I find you, completely different, getting drunk in a bar at 5pm. I don't want you to waste one of the best years in your life because of my friend. I don't know how he gets away with that façade, I guess no one believes that he's actually kind of an ass...'

You listened to him carefully. He sounded genuinely concerned, and you were touched by his words for a second.

'The deed is done.' You told him, coldly.

He sighed, a little sad at your disbelief in him.

'Let me give you my number. Text me if it gets to your head again, please.'

The next day, when you woke up, you felt a little embarrassed at the way you spoke to him. A couple days went by but you never texted him, your pride wouldn't let you. But you couldn't stop thinking about him. How sweet he had been to you even though he didn't know you at all. How genuine he seemed...

Still, you didn't text him. You got in some nice clothes, fixed the hair you still hadn't bother to get an appointment for, and went to the same bar you had seen him the other day. Except at a decent hour this time.

As soon as you walked in you spotted him. He was very hard to miss, as he always seemed to be the best mannered and best composed person in the room.

'Drink alone often?' He turned around, a little surprised to hear your voice again. Seonghwa smirked.

'Didn't think I'd see you again so soon.' He told you, setting down his drink.

You said nothing. Your ego stopped you from doing so, you'd never admit you felt bad for being so cold to him.

There wasn't much of a conversation between the two of you, only some small talk accompanied by one too many drinks.

You only realized how late it was when the music became louder and the dance floor started becoming full of drunk men and women. The bar around you was spinning a little, but not enough that you couldn’t grab Seonghwa’s hand and pull him to dance with you.

‘Who knew you could act normal for once instead of stone cold?’

You slapped his chest as you drunk-danced to a random trap song.

‘I’m not stone cold, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t like your dear friend.’ You explained, looking at him as if you meant an offense.

Seonghwa rolled his eyes and pulled close so you could see well his eyes under the flashing lights. He was dead serious.

‘Y/N, please stop. I’m not like him. I told this over and over, I hate what he does, so please stop comparing me to San.’

You looked at him for a second, not knowing what to do, or say. Up until this point you were the harsh one, but now his calm, soft side had turned into a serious person that you had never seen before.

As you thought about what he said, you gulped, rummaging through your brain, trying to find an adequate response.

‘Then help me take him down.’

Seonghwa tilted his head and frowned, not quite understanding what you meant.

‘If you hate it so much, help me do something about it. No one deserves to be treated that way and I want to make sure no other girl gets fooled by him.’

The male was a little mervous about it. A frienship with San was something he had known his whole life. Hell, he had a key to San’s house, he was on a first name basis with San’s parents... The male gulped and sighed.

He grabbed your wrist and took you outside, so you could speak properly without the banging sound of the music interrupting you.

‘Y/N you know I can’t do that, he’s my-’

‘Your friend? Is he though? Is he the person you became friends with? If a narcissistic asshole who lures in girls with a fake persona just to fuck them and trash them the second after came up to you and asked you to be ‘best friends’ would you happily take it?’ You interrupted him.

Seonghwa’s head was confused. It was torn between the comfort of a life-long friendship and what was morally correct. His head was trying to separate all the events, all the good memories and fun times, from the things that he didn’t like. And after a short minute, he came to a conclusion: you were right. All of the rainbows and flowers were buried in the past, all of the laughs and giggles he could remember was from little San, that went to church every Sunday and refused to kill any backyard bug because ‘bugs are friends’. Not new San. Not bubblegum-haired San that got Seonghwa in trouble over and over, not San that had Seonghwa pick him up from random girls’ houses at 2am because ‘he didn’t want to be in the same room as them after he fucked them’. Current San wasn’t Seonghwa’s friend.

‘Fine, I’ll help you. But how?’ He finally replied, earning a wide grin from you.

You didn’t exactly know how tho... You only knew that you wanted- no, you needed revenge. You thought for a while, before something came to mind.

‘Like this!’

You grabbed Seonghwa’s face and kissed his lips, for a brief second. When you pulled away his face was red and his eyeballs looked like they were going to pop out of the socket at any second.

‘By kissing me!? I’m not complaining Y/N but, what?’

‘No dumb dumb, pretend we’re dating. It’ll make him uncomfortable. At least enough until he throws a fit and I get a confession out of him. Plus, if I’m close to his best friend it adds credibility when I say that he’s an ass, and people won’t just take me for ‘another crazy bitch who was rejected by San’.’

Seonghwa just shrugged.

‘Fine by me, I don’t care.’

After saying that, Seonghwa grabbed your waist and pulled you close, close enough so he could close the gap between your lips, just for a second longer than you had before.

‘What was that for?’ You asked, a little shocked, once you two pulled away.

‘Would you believe my excuse if I told you it’s to make it seem more realistic and not because you look very fuckable right now?’ Whether it was the alcohol or a hidden desire speaking, he meant it.

You just laughed him off, thinking it was a joke. Quickly you understood it wasn’t, by taking a look at the way his eyes became even darker and the way he bit his lower lip.

You didn’t hesitate when Seonghwa gently grabbed your hair and intertwined your fingers with his, as he dragged you along to his flat.

As soon as you stepped inside, the male shut the door and pressed you against it, taking a second to appreciate the way you looked under the dim lights. Seonghwa crashed his lips against yours and began undressing you in his living room, too needy to even let you get to his bedroom.

Unlike San, Seonghwa was gentle with his touch. It was a nice mix of romantic and passionate. He removed your clothes as his lips moved down your neck, leving very light bites so it wouldn’t be shamelessly marked on your neck. As soon as he got to your chest, however, you could tell the purple spots would be lasting for weeks.

You undressed him just as quickly as he undressed you, and it was truly mesmerizing what clothes could hide. Seonghwa’s body was just perfectly: fit, but not in excess. Broad shoulders, thick thighs and toned torso, that you kept on admiring as he picked you up and laid you on the couch slowly.

Seonghwa’s tip grazed over your entrance and you moaned into the kiss.

‘O-oh wait!’ He said, and stood up, leaving you confused as he stepped away.

He soon came back with a little bottle of lube, causing you both to flush.

‘I didn’t... want it to hurt?’

You smiled a little, and watched as the light from the moon shined and reflected on his slightly sweaty body.

Seonghwa aligned his tip by your entrance once more, and hovered over you, allowing you to encircle his neck with your arms.

He filled you up, slowly. You bit down on his shoulder causing him to groan. He started slow, but you could see he wanted to do more.

‘D-do it.’

‘What?’ He asked.

‘Don’t hold back, please.’

Seonghwa stopped for a second and looked at you.

‘I don’t want to hurt you...’

‘You won’t.’

The male licked his lips and kissed your temple.

‘Fine by me.’

Seonghwa grabbed waist, snapping his hips rapidly against yours, causing you to grip onto the couch for dear life. He reached for your neck, encircling it with his hand in a way that you didn’t even know you liked.

There were so many groans and moans and noises echoing around the room, and you couldn’t even hear them. You were too focused on the way he fucked you.

‘You like that? Like when I fuck your pretty little head dumb?’

‘S-shit! Yes!’

Soon enough you came, but he kept thrusting into you. The overstimulation was painful, yet pleasurable.

‘Can y-you take it babydoll?’

‘Fuck- yes! Seonghwa!’

You came once more, with a yell for his name, and almost immediately he pulled out and came all over your torso.

He looked down at the mess he made.

‘Oh... Sorry about that. You look good though.’

You collected some of the cum on your finger, put it in your mouth, and winked at him.

‘Fuck... You’re golden.’

Weeks went by and the changes were slow. You wanted it to look natural. It started with a couple of selfies the two of you posted when you met from time to time, then the dates became more frequent, and more public, and then you became his lockscreen photo. Soon enough, academic year began once more, and you agreed to walk into the building holding hands, as if you truly were in love. It shocked everybody, even San. They all had seen you two, but people just assumed that it was a summer fling, not a serious thing.

San wouldn’t deny that it bothered him, because it did. Very much actually. It made him uncomfortable that he treated you like that, because to him you were nothing, and now you were hanging out with his best friend all the time, which meant you were hanging out with him. And you didn’t even look bothered, at all.

The day came when you and Seonghwa first kissed in front of everybody, it was about a week into it, and that’s when San lost it. You were sitting with Seonghwa, San and a couple other guys that often hung out with them in the cafeteria. San was desperately trying not to look at the two of you. How did this even happen? Seonghwa did tell him he was seeing somebody but... You? He usually never looked at any other person he fucked again and now not only did he have to look at you, but he also had to hang out with you.

You were sitting so close to your ‘boyfriend’ that you were nearly on his lap. Your head was resting on his shoulder as he caressed your thigh. Seonghwa said something funny, and as both of you laughed you looked at each other. Your lips were awfully close, and as you stared into each other’s eyes you couldn’t help but share a brief, innocent kiss. A kiss that triggered San.

‘Okay what the fuck is going on!?’ The irritated male finally asked, through gritted teeth, while looking at the two of you.

‘What do you mean?’ You asked, feigning ignorance.

Seonghwa squeezed your thigh, as a warning to take it easy.

‘You know exactly what I mean.’

‘No, I don’t. I met Seonghwa, we started talking, enjoying our time together and eventually... we fell for each other.’ You told him, looking at Seonghwa lovingly to sell the lie.

‘Is this a part of some fucking plan to make me jealous?’

‘You? Why would this be about you?’

‘You know why.’

‘I really don’t.’

San gripped his cutlery hard. The way you were pretending nothing had happened was pissing him off beyond belief.

‘Stop pretending you don’t remember.’

‘Did... Something happen between the two of you? Did you date or something?’ Yeosang, who had become a little awkward by the conversation asked.

A couple curious students that were eating in tables nearby were overeharing the conversation, and quickly stopped what they were doing to focus on the gossip.

‘No, we didn’t date.’ San told Yeosang.

‘We didn’t, but I think I seem to remember something... Oh! Right! It was the way you pretended to be interested in me, then fucked me, and kicked me out of your house to never speak to me again.’

Yeosang and Yunho looked at San, with disgust painted all over their faces.

‘Dude, you still do that!?’ Yunho asked.

‘He never stopped.’

Everyone was shocked, as Seonghwa said that. He didn’t look up from his sad chocolate pudding.

‘What the fuck Seonghwa!? Is that what you do now!? Screw my leftovers and then stab me in the back!?’ San exclaimed.

Seonghwa slammed his fist on the table and looked up at San to meet his eyes. It was an expression that the latter had never seen on his cute, kind, puppy-like best-friend, and he wasn’t so sure he ever wanted to see it.

‘I’ve had enough! I’ve had fucking enough of you and your shitty behaviour, I’ve had enough of you using our friendship as an excuse to make me run around like a dog doing whatever you need, and I’m tired of getting angry looks from all the girls you fucked and then trashed away in this school. All while putting up this angel boy façade! You wanna fuck random girls and leave them on the side of the road the next day!? Get a hooker. You’re disgusting for toying with people like that. I’ve had it!’

Murmurs and whispers could be heard in the cafeteria, after Seonghwa’s explosion. There was silence in the table, however.

Suddenly, San’s famously adored pink hair was stained by brown goo.

‘This is for screwing me and telling me to ‘skidaddle’ right after you came.’ A sobbing girl said, as she dumped another pudding on his head. ‘And this one is for running off and fucking my sister the next day.’

San looked around. There was an occasional ‘you go king’ face from some pathetic little man who seemed to love his behaviour, but those ones were hidden behind the dozens angry and disgusted faces of every single peer of his.

He panicked. A guy stood up and as he started to step towards San, the latter just ran away. He dashed out of the cafeteria to never be seen again, at least in that building.

You turned to Seonghwa and hugged him.

‘Thank you.’

He smiled at you, as he pet your head.

‘It’s alright honey, it needed to be done.’

Seonghwa leaned in to kiss you, a sweet victory kiss, but you backed away.

‘Woah, we did it, we don’t need to fake it anymore!’ You told him with a smile. Silly him, he had forgotten!

‘Oh... Yes sorry, it’s the habit. Excuse me I... I need to go to the bathroom.’

He stood up and walked away, and you were left to talk to his friends. But you missed the way tears pooled in his eyes. You missed the way his face grew red and the unstability in his voice. You missed the red, puffy eyes and the bruised knuckles he tried to hide once he came back from the bathroom.

Seonghwa cursed himself for forgetting that it was all fake.

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luvlyrv · 3 years

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My Model | Yeri x f!Reader College!au

Genre: College AU, fluff

Summary: Yeri needs a model for her final project. You need some money. With the time you spend working for Yeri, something starts to bubble up in your heart.

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Ah, school's already started again. What a bummer. It's almost 2AM and my sleep schedule is still very much fucked. Whatever, I'm feeling kind of down in the dumps so I wanted to write something cute. I also am considering writing a mafia!au series for Irene, please tell me if you'd like that or not! Otherwise, just enjoy this writing please :) even though I feel like the quality is significantly worse than my other writings. OH AND HAPPY NEW YEAR! AHH ALSO IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING YERI POSTED ON IG.

Date: 1/6/2021

It all started when you spent Saturday evening venting out all your stress to your close friend, Sooyoung.

"I'm sorry, I know we're supposed to be relaxing together right now but it's the only thing on my mind! I mean, they laid me off work last second and it's not like I have another job lined up and waiting for me. I wasn't even a bad employee! They were just trying to cut costs!" You tiredly half-shouted to Sooyoung.

She sat on the other end of the couch, body bundled up in your blankets while nodding. She patiently listened to your worries and complaints. After you had said what was on your mind, you both decided to binge some awful zombie movies.

* *

You were quickly redoing some of your notes when you heard a faint vibration coming from your phone. You picked up your phone, checking the notification from Sooyoung that just appeared.

"heyyy, i know this isn't an actual long-term job that ur looking for but i have a friend who could use some help rn! she'll pay!"

You feel a spark of excitement as you begin to type back a reply.

"Yes!! Anything helps. I don't care what it is I'll do it."

"are u free tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"her name is yeri and she just needs a model for her to create some outfits and shoot pictures of. meet her tomorrow at xxxx at three?"

"Tell her sure thing :)"

With that you returned to studying with a small smile on your face with a little bit of your worries melting away.

* *

You rock back and forth on your heels, nervous to meet a stranger. You knock on Yeri's door only to be met back with a faint clatter and muffled footsteps. A short while later you hear some muttering as the door finally opens.

"Hello!"

While you were curiously scanning the area around her dorm room, the sudden sound of her voice made you shift your focus to the now open door and the girl standing in front of you. You felt your body stiffen as you made eye-contact.

"Ah, uhm, hello! Hi, you must be Yeri, right?" You manage to say aloud.

"Yeah, and you must be Y/N! Nice to meet you. You can come in." She says as she steps aside to make room for you.

You enter her room, only to be greeted by materials being strewn across nearly every piece of furniture possible. A clean mirror was in the middle of her room and a sewing machine sat off by the side.

"I'm a fashion major if you couldn't tell already." Yeri half-joked with a smile gracing her lips.

You smile back at her. "Yeah I assumed so from what Sooyoung described yesterday. How much are you paying again?"

"Well, I assume you took this job because you're a desperate broke college student. I am also a desperate broke college student. I'll give you around $25 after every session. I can't pay much but I'll try. I mean, you're giving me your time after all."

You nod at her answer. "Sessions? Am I going to have to come over multiple times?"

"Yeah, I have to create three different outfits. I'll just get your measurements today. After that you'll have to come over and model and make sure that they fit well and so I'll know if I have to do any revisions. So, mind if I start taking measurements now?"

"I wouldn't mind at all."

Yeri pulls out a measuring tape and begins to measure your body. She makes sure your posture is correct, placing a hand on your back, sending miniscule shivers down your spine. She moves around your body carefully making sure everything is accurate all while giving you the faintest touches around your body. You felt bad. There wasn't anything unprofessional about this situation at all, yet you couldn't help but to feel your face heat up a little. Yeri was a pretty girl and you just couldn't help but to melt around pretty girls. You found it a bit adorable to see her so focused on her task at hand.

All too quickly Yeri announced that she was done taking your measurements.

"Is that going to be all for today then?"

"I guess, I'll start working on the outfits now that I know your sizes." Yeri is already going to her sewing machine, her hand reaching out to a sketchbook you didn't realize was there before. "Oh! By the way, we should exchange numbers so I can tell you when we should meet up again." She says while looking back at you.

You pull out your phone and walk closer to her, the both of you exchanging contact details.

"Thanks for today, Y/N. I'll pay you next time you come. I'm sure you'll love the way these outfits look on you too!"

You make your way out of her room and shut the door behind you for her.

* *

Time has passed and you've already been to Yeri's place a couple times. Each time feeling a little bit more suffocating under Yeri's overwhelming presence. The way her eyes would look at you, carefully judging the details of the clothing she put hours of hard work in. The way she'd always thank you for your time. You couldn't help but want to know her more.

Despite wanting to get closer with her though, you never seemed to text her for any reason besides modelling for her. Sooyoung kept encouraging to just talk to her casually. You tried to follow her advice, tried to convince yourself that it wouldn't be the end of the world if Yeri didn't want to text you back, but every time you began to write a hello or considered sending her something you chickened out.

Today was another day where you would visit Yeri. You enter her room, basking in the warmth of Yeri's now familiar and welcoming smile.

Wearing the third and final outfit of Yeri's project you shyly spoke out, "Well, do you think this one needs anymore revisions?"

You watch as Yeri once again eyes you up and down. Yet, something felt different this time. Or perhaps you were making things up in your head. You watch as she turns her head back up to you with shining eyes.

"I think you look wonderful."

You purse your lips as you feel your heart beating way too fast.

"Honestly, this is my best work yet! God, I'm a genius. Hey, one day Y/N I'm gonna become a top designer and you'll be my model again. Got it?"

You crack open a smile along with Yeri at the sight of her enthusiasm. Although you didn't really feel close with her, let alone as close as you wish the both of you could be, over the past couple of weeks it felt like the two of you had warmed up to each other.

"I really appreciate the offer." You tell her with sincerity in your voice. It seemed like there would be no more revisions though, and no more revisions meant no more modelling for Yeri. With that your happy mood seemed to be ruined as you sighed and spoke out. "Well, I guess I'll change and be on my way then. Thank you so much for allowing me to work with you, Yeri."

After all this time, you failed to get to really know Yeri. You felt upset at the fact that it felt like you just wasted a chance to do something. Even though you'd still have her number after today, it was a near guarantee you'd still be too chicken to ever message her something. Disappointment began to build up in your mind as you made your way towards a room to change clothes. All of a sudden you heard Yeri's voice calling out to you.

"Y/N, if you really want to thank me, why not go on a coffee date with me sometime?"

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fanmoose12 · 4 years

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Found your account at almost 2AM and it was the first thing I thought of discovering in the morning. And look at me now, it's been almost an hour and I can't stop scrolling down cuz IT4S JUST SO AMAZING. Can i request some levihan angst AU about one of them being tortured then getting saved by the other one? Thank you for your magestic writing

ok, so it's set in modern setting but the events are similar to the uprising arc in canon???? anyways, i hope you like it, take care :)

Hange watched, disinterested, as a big burly man picked up a large knife and then crouched next to her.

“I would advise against it.” Hange noted nonchalantly.

The man stared at her, dumbfounded. “You would advise against what?”

“Doing that,” Hange nodded at the knife. “Hurting me.” She added, when she saw that her previous words didn’t help to clear the fog in the man’s eyes.

The man gave her a feral smile. “Really?” he cocked his head to the side. “Do tell me then why I shouldn’t hurt you.”

“Well, you do know who I’m married to, right?”

The man gave Hange another confused look, and Hange was honestly surprised by that. So he wasn’t one of the thugs, who kidnapped her so they could get their revenge on Levi? Was she kidnapped because someone actually needed her, and wasn’t just looking for the way to hurt Levi? Well, Hange thought to herself with a grin, that made this whole situation less humiliating. Even if Hange got caught like the biggest fucking idiot. Although, in her defense, she hadn’t been sleeping for the last two days, too engrossed in her research, and it made her less aware about her surroundings. However, Hange knew that this explanation wouldn’t work on Levi. Oh, her husband would get so furious, Hange could already picture his angry little face, with his eyes narrowed dangerously at her and his angry voice shouting at her to be more careful.

Hange returned her gaze to her kidnapper, squinting suspiciously at him. “You really don’t know?” she asked, just to be sure.

“Lady, I don’t give a fuck about who you are married to,” the man growled. “The only thing I care about is the location of Erwin Smith. Which I expect you to reveal for me.”

Hange wanted to shout in triumph. She loved Levi and their marriage was one of the best things that happened to her, but sometimes it was really hard being his wife. Levi was a cool strong man, who beat up bad guys on a daily basis, and Hange loved him for that! She admired his strength and his convictions and how he was willing to sacrifice even his life to help other people. But. Every fucking criminal in their city thought it would be wise to kidnap Levi Ackerman’s wife just so they could screw with him. And Hange really hated to be the damsel in distress. She knew how to defend herself, and she was fucking good at it, but, sometimes, well, sometimes, like in this particular instance, she became too absent-minded to notice two guys following her through the dark alley. She didn’t notice them until they jumped right onto her, pressing a chloroformed handkerchief to her nose. Ah, well, no big deal. Happens to everyone.

Hange gave the man a big, toothy smile. “Listen,” she began cheerfully. The man stared at her with wide eyes, obviously shocked by the sudden change in her behavior. “I would really, really, like to tell you about that, but,” if Hange’s hands weren’t bound behind her back, she would have shrugged, but now she could only bat her eyelashes at the man, feigning innocence. “Unfortunately, I can’t do that. That’s classified information.”

The man growled in frustration, and grabbing Hange by the hair, he punched her hard. Hange’s head lolled to her side, but surprisingly the blow didn’t hurt as much as she expected. Did he go easy on her?

“Tell me where Erwin Smith is!” The man demanded angrily. He held Hange’s shirt in his fists, putting her face close to his. As he began shouting at her, Hange felt the smell of his breath. Eugh, she thought, now she kinda understood why Levi was such a clean-freak. The man reeked and it was disgusting.

“I don’t know where he is!” Hange exclaimed, deciding to change the strategy. “You took the wrong person, I’m just a scientist, I’m not involved in Erwin’s secret plans!”

“Don’t play dumb with me!” the man shook her again, looking furiously at her. “I know who you are! I know everything about you!”

Hange smirked, cocking her head to the side and regarding the man with interest. “Do you?”

“You are Hange Zoe, a researcher and lead scientist in Erwin’s Smith agency called “Wings of Freedom”. You are his right-hand man and I’m sure he doesn’t need to tell you about his plans, as more than half of them are devised by you.”

Hange couldn’t lie to herself, she was impressed. She thought he was just an amateur, but this man actually knew a lot about her, in fact he knew too much.

“And yet you have no idea who my husband is,” Hange raised her head and looked at the celling. It was dump and leaking. “A grave mistake, really.” She sighed.

“I told you I don’t care--“

“But you should,” Hange cut him off. “If you value your life, of course.”

“Oh?” the man raised his eyebrow sarcastically. “Then please tell me who your husband is.”

Hange grinned at the man. “Does the man Levi Ackerman ring any bells to you?”

It was a fantastic sight. The man palled immediately, his eyes widening in shock and his gaze filling with fear.

Hange’s grin grew wider. “You know, how angry he would get? Oh, he would get so angry with you, he would be furious!” Hange snickered, watching how the man slowly swallowed. “No one likes when Levi gets angry, well, I do like it, but only because sex with angry Levi is amazing. But I don’t think you’ll enjoy what Levi would do to you. You stole his precious wife, after all, and believe me, he loves me very much.”

To Hange’s surprise, her threats had a diametrically different reaction. She probably went too far, because instead of being scared, the man, like a cornered animal, got angry. He grabbed Hange by her hair again and punched her for the second time. That hit was much stronger than the first one, splitting Hange’s lip and throwing the glasses off her face. They fell to the ground loudly, the sound of broken lenses filling the room.

“That was your second mistake,” she told him grimly, spitting out the blood in her mouth. “You broke my glasses and that was the third broken pair this month. Now you’ve made me angry too.”

"Oh, and what are you going to do?” the man gripped the knife in his hand tighter. “Need I to remind you that you are currently tied up to a pipe in my basement. You are bloodied, alone, and completely at my mercy. And besides,” the man made a show of looking around and squinting into darkness. “I can’t see your husband here, whoever he is, so you better be a good girl and just tell me the truth.”

Hange lowered her head, her hair falling to obscure her face. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because… Because then Erwin will get angry with me. And I hate when he does that. He always scolds me like some school teacher, like… like an angry math teacher!”

Hange suddenly remembered her high school math teacher, she had hated the man, and she was sure that the feeling was more than mutual. A sharp pain in her shoulder, however, reminded her that she was getting distracted.

Hange looked to her left and saw that the man’s big knife was now stuck in her shoulder. She gritted her teeth to stop herself from crying out. She was Hange fucking Zoe, she wouldn’t let some amateur asshole have the satisfaction of seeing her scream in pain.

“I’m fucking sick of you!” the man shouted. “Just tell me the information so I can finally kill you!”

Hange threw her head back and laughed. “Really shouldn’t have told me that. Why would I tell you anything now?”

The man tore his knife out of Hange’s skin. He began playing with its edge, regarding Hange with thoughtful eyes.

“I’ll give you one more chance,” the man said finally. “I’ll give you an hour, so you сould reconsider your answer. And I’ll give you a little cut,” he grinned, showing his knife. “To give you some motivation.”

Hange met his amused eyes with icy cold stare.

“You can do that,” she said in a low, dangerous voice, baring her bloodied teeth at the man. Her injured face and crazy eyes made her look almost feral and the man took a step back, terrified but unable to look away from Hange. What kind of man this Levi Ackerman was, if that scary woman was his wife? “You can also shoot me, strangle me, hit me again, whatever tortures your tiny mind comes up with, but no matter what you do, no matter how much you hurt me, I will never, ever betray Erwin’s trust.”

The man felt sweat gathering on his forehead and his hands began to shake. He gripped the handle of the knife harder. He was sure that whoever sat in front of him, it wasn’t just a woman. Looking at her, kneeling on the dirty floor of his basement, her eyes ablaze with fury, he wasn’t even sure she was a woman, that she was a human at all. She was a monster, a fucking demon, and he cursed himself for taking this job.

But there was nothing he could do. If her husband was even half as dangerous as this woman, it meant he had to finish his business quickly and then run fast and far. But before running away like a goddamn coward, though, he needed to give his boss the location of Erwin Smith.

So, holding his favorite knife securely in his grasp, he plumaged it deep into woman’s stomach. The sharp edge pierced her soft flesh like it was nothing. The woman kept looking at him with the same fierce glare, her face never changing, as though she didn’t even feel the pain.

The man staggered shakily to his feet, kicking woman’s leg with his as he stood over her.

“I’ll ask you again in an hour.” He promised before leaving her alone in the dark cold room.

Hange sat on the damp floor, surrounded by darkness. She wondered how much time has passed. To her it felt like ages went by since the man shut the door after himself, but surely it couldn’t be more than an hour? The blood was oozing from the wound on her stomach, forming a pool under her legs. Hange smirked grimly, things didn’t seem to go very smoothly for her right now.

Hange couldn’t help but wonder: where the fuck was Levi? Usually it didn’t take him a lot of time to find her, beat up all the bad guys, and then heroically save her, all the while grumbling about her stupidity.

Suddenly Hange remembered. The day before her kidnapping. She told Levi not to wait for her in the evening, saying that she had a deadline on her research project and there was a lot of work at the lab and she would probably sleep on the couch in her cabinet. But as Hange spent her day in the lab, it turned out that there weren’t many things left for her to check and re-check. Moblit volunteered to finish the rest and so Hange decided to surprise Levi and come home earlier.

Yeah, surprise him she did.

Feeling her head getting dizzy because of the blood loss, Hange wondered: could it be that Levi didn’t even notice her disappearance? A chill ran through her spine as Hange’s head filled with unwanted, panicked thoughts. She already lost a lot of blood, and even if she can survive that, the angered man would return and then surely kill her. She needed to think how to escape, because telling him about Erwin’s location was definitely out of question. Even the threat of death wouldn’t make Hange betray her friend.

Before Hange could start planning her escape, the door of the basement opened. After sitting so long in the dark, Hange was blinded by the bright light, coming from the corridor.

The man walked up to her slowly, taking pleasure in watching how pale Hange was and how labored her breaths were.

“Ah, you don’t look so good, honey,” the man smiled all too sweetly at Hange. He crouched next to her again, and his loyal knife was held tightly in his palm. “Do you want my help?”

Hange sneered at him. “Go fuck yourself.”

Suddenly, Hange heard something. The sound was quiet, almost silent, and the man probably didn’t hear it. But Hange did. And she recognized it immediately. After all, she would be a pretty bad wife, if she didn’t know her husband just by the sound of his footsteps.

The man didn’t notice anything, didn’t even seem to see the grin that spread at Hange’s lips. He raised his hand, as though to grab Hange by her chin. Levi was at him in a second, sizing his giant head in his hands and then quickly snapping his neck.

“Fucking scum.” Levi spat out. “Wanted to touch my wife with his filthy hands.”

Levi stared at the dead body for another second, before turning his attention to Hange.

“What the fuck, four-eyes?” Levi asked angrily as he went behind her back to untie her hands. “It’s the third kidnapping this month. The third. When will you get your head out of your ass and finally start noticing when people are following you?”

Hange chuckled, relief and happiness making her head spin. Or maybe it was the blood loss. Well, part of it was definitely due to the blood loss, but she was really happy to see Levi.

When Levi was done with the ropes, he took Hange’s wrists into his hands and gently rubbed the bruised skin. Still holding her hands into his, Levi came to sit in front of Hange.

His brows were furrowed in annoyance, as he was probably still angry at Hange’s carelessness, but his eyes showed how worried he was for her.

Levi’s breath hitched as he finally took notice of the extent of Hange’s injuries.

“It looks worse than it actually is,” Hange was quick to assure him. She didn’t want Levi to faint.

Slowly, with trembling hands Levi grabbed the end of Hange’s shirt and lifted it up. He cursed when he saw a wide gushing wound that ran through Hange’s stomach. His grip on her shirt tightened, and Levi turned to glare at the already dead man.

“Oi, Levi,” Hange gently touched his cheek, making him look at her. “He’s already dead and can’t do any harm to me. Besides, the wounds don't hurt that much.”

“Your hand is cold.” Levi grumbled.

“What?”

“Your hand is cold,” Levi repeated in the same gruff voice. “It’s always warm and now it’s cold, so don’t fucking tell me you are fine. If I hadn’t arrived in time, if I hadn’t called to check on you in the evening, you would have died, Hange.”

“But you arrived in time,” Hange gently smiled at her husband. “I’m still alive, because you saved me, just like you always do.”

“You saved me first.” Levi muttered under his breath and carefully approached Hange, kneeling beside her.

Hange put her hands around his neck, and then Levi put his hands under her knees, slowly lifting her up.

The moment Levi’s warmth enveloped her, Hange’s eyes closed and she drifted to sleep.

The first thing Hange noticed upon waking up was the feeling of someone’s hand tightly clutching hers. The second thing she felt was the smell of antiseptics. Judging by the soft bed and the annoying beeping of the machinery, Hange guessed she was in hospital.

She slowly opened her eyes and sat up. Her shoulder and stomach hurt a little, however the moment her eyes landed on the familiar mop of black hair, all uncomfortable feelings were replaced by immense love and adoration Hange felt for that man. With her free hand, Hange touched Levi’s head, her fingers immediately tangling in his soft locks. Levi’s head was on her lap, as he fell asleep in the hospital chair.

“Idiot,” Hange whispered fondly, looking at her husband. His whole body would be sore, when he wakes up, but Hange didn’t have the heart to disturb his peaceful slumber. It wasn’t often that Levi slept so soundly and the recent events probably tired him out.

“I tried to make him go home, but he didn’t listen.” Hange heard a familiar deep voice. She whipped her around and smiled when she saw who was sitting on the other side of her bed.

“Erwin!” Hange exclaimed, trying to keep her voice as quiet as possible.

“You haven’t noticed me, until now, huh?” Erwin chuckled. “After so many years of marriage you two are still so in love with each other, it’s impressive. I tried so hard to send Levi home, but he stubbornly refused to leave your side. Even Moblit agreed to get some sleep and come back in the morning, but Levi didn’t budge.”

“Ah,” Hange gazed at her husband tenderly. “He sure is a stubborn one.”

“Don’t say it like you aren’t the same. I swear you two were made for each other.” Erwin gave her a fond look, before his eyes suddenly turned serious. “Forgive me, Hange,” he said, laying a hand on her shoulder. “I got you involved, and by trying to keep me safe you’ve got hurt.”

“Oi, stop it, Erwin,” Hange’s eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. “I’m a big girl and I can handle myself. And you didn’t get me involved, I got involved myself, so don’t you even think of blaming yourself.” Hange looked sternly at Erwin. “I forbade it.”

Erwin laughed, his hand squeezing Hange’s shoulder with affection.

“Levi obviously doesn’t share your feelings. When he found what that guy was after, he got so angry with me, I thought I would lose another arm too.”

Hange looked away, embarrassed. “Sometimes he worries too much.”

“Because he loves you.” Erwin told her softly. “So do try to stay out of trouble, Hange. You don’t want to become a widow, because your husband had a heart attack, right?”

Hange laughed. “Yeah, that would be quite troublesome. I mean, it would take some time to find a new husband-”

“Oi!” Levi tightened his hold on Hange’s hand, as he raised his head and glared furiously at her. “What was that shit about a new husband?”

“Levi!” Hange cried out in surprise. “I thought you were asleep!”

“I was. Until you two started blubbering.”

“Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?” Hange asked with a sly smile.

Levi rolled his eyes. “I was just giving you two idiots some privacy to talk about your feelings and shit.” Then he narrowed his eyes at Hange. “And you’re avoiding the question, four-eyes.”

“What? It was just a joke, Levi!” Hange threw the hand, that wasn’t held in Levi’s grasp, in the air.

“Do you already have someone you’re planning to marry after my death?”

“Of course, not!”

Levi looked at Hange closely. “Is it Moblit?”

“And yep, it’s time to take my leave,” Erwin announced, rising up from his chair. Neither Hange, nor Levi paid any attention to him, too busy glaring at each other.

When Erwin disappeared behind the door, Levi huffed.

“Fine,” he said, sighing. “You can marry Moblit after my death. But only if he takes good care about you.”

Hange turned away from him, pouting. “You’re such an idiot, Levi.”

Levi moved closer to Hange, pressing a soft kiss on her cheek. “And yet you still love me.”

“Unfortunately, I do.” And even though, Hange’s voice was still annoyed, her eyes, when they finally looked at Levi, shined with love.

Levi stared at Hange’s face and his hands involuntarily clutched into fists.

“Is it that bad?” Hange whispered.

“Not worse than usual,” Levi replied absent-mindedly, his eyes tracing the bruises on Hange’s face. “I killed that bastard too quickly. Should have let him suffer for what he did to you.”

“You’ve killed him and saved me,” Hange said softly. “That’s enough, Levi.”

“Doesn’t feel like it,” Levi admitted.

He put his hand on Hange’s cheek, his thumb caressing her soft skin. Hange smiled at him and leaned into his touch.

“We will be fine, Levi.” Hange promised, looking deeply into Levi’s eyes.

“As long as we are together.” Levi agreed, placing a tender kiss to Hange’s lips.

#levihan #levihan fanfiction #levi x hange #levi and hange #levi ackerman #hange zoë #my fics #snk #snk fanfiction

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detectivedreameater · 3 years

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Asking Too Much || Anita and Marley

TIMING: Current PARTIES: @professoranieves and @detectivedreameater SUMMARY: Anita shows up wasted at Marley’s to yell at her. CONTENT: Heavy Alcohol Use

Anita was drunk. Sure, she drank a lot before she was painfully dumped by the only person she let get close to her in almost 15 years, but now she really drank. The meaningless hookups actually felt meaningless now. All of her solo activities that she used to love just made her feel empty. Even going home to Mexico didn’t feel right. There weren’t enough mexican beauties to get Marley off her mind. Which sort of explained why after drinking … far too much out at a bar she wound up giving the cab driver Marley’s address instead of her own. The driver was talking to her asking why she didn’t get out of the car yet. For a moment she thought about telling him to bring her to her actual house, but then a rush of alcohol-induced confidence took over and she paid the driver then walked up to Marley’s door. She banged on the door, fully unaware of the time or even if she’d actually be home. But she had some shit to get off her chest.

Marley had felt sick and tired almost constantly the past few days. She didn’t fully understand why, but she did know it only started after her meet up with Dakota, and after her terrible conversation with Anita online. She’d spent most of the night tossing and turning on her couch, trying to concentrate on a TV show, but it ended up as mostly white noise in the background. And it stayed that way for several hours. Her head hammered and so did the door. That was strange. She sat up, staring at the door. If it was Erin, she’d just come in, she didn’t need Marley to come open it for her. But after a moment, the banging came again, which meant it wasn’t Erin and that was even stranger, because there was literally no one else Marley could think of that would want to drop by at 2am. Groaning, she hoisted herself up off her couch and dragged herself over to the door. “Hold on!” she called out, rubbing her eyes and putting on her glasses-- just in case-- before turning to the door, scraping a few sticky notes off the wood, and opening it. “What do you-- Anita?” startled, she blinked, took off her glasses, as if maybe she were seeing something or hallucinating. “What-- why-- you’re here?” she looked around. Had she come to the wrong place? “Why.”

The reality of what Anita was doing really sunk in when Marley opened the door. She had gone so long without seeing her face, without seeing her body. It was the longest they’d been apart since they first met and instinctively she felt a pull to just wrap her arms around Marley and feel how perfectly their bodies fit with one another. But that wasn’t why she was there because no matter how much she wanted that she knew Marley didn’t anymore. “Why am I here?” She asked, just repeating the words she had heard with a slight slur. “Because - cause I’m fucking angry, okay? That’s why I’m here.” She wasn’t sure why she didn’t notice at first, but as soon as she saw the jacket Marley was wearing she stopped for a second. Mostly because she realized she was wearing the charm Marley had given her around her neck still. Fuck. Without acknowledging any of it, she quickly reached up and tucked the necklace into her shirt. “And you’re the reason I’m angry. So I decided to … well I was in the cab and then I was here and, just… fuck - you’re the worst, ya know that? You’re the fucking worst because you said that I was different and then… and well, you fucking lied.”

It became clear the second Anita started speaking that she was drunk. More than that, actually. She was absolutely wasted. Marley could smell it on her breath, and see it in the sway. She thought about inviting her in for a moment, but that stubborn anger inside of her made her close the door so that it was only her frame in it and she looked at Anita through tired eyes, removing her glasses. “You’re drunk,” she said quietly, glancing down, “go home. Tell the cab you gave him the wrong address. I’ll give you cash if you need it.” She straightened up a little, turning back to the little door side table Erin had set up for her with all her important belongings to take out on it were. Her waller, her keys, her badge. She didn’t want to make this last longer than it needed to, because looking at Anita, hearing her voice after all this time, was making her chest hurt and burn with her sorrow. “And I didn’t lie,” she said under her breath, turning to look back at her, holding out a twenty dollar bill.

Anita pushed away Marley’s hand as she tried to give her money. “I didn’t give him the wrong address and besides he already left.” She wasn’t really sure about that part because she hadn’t seen him leave and she wasn’t really in the mood to turn around and look. Regardless, she was already there and even if all they did was yell at each other for some reason this felt better than being all alone or even with someone else. “You did though. Or it didn’t matter enough to mean anything. You never seemed like the kinda person who didn’t fight for what they wanted. So don’t try to tell me this isn’t what you wanted. Yet what do you do? Send me gifts?! Gifts you didn’t intend to even fucking send? What’s that shit? And ok? Yeah, I skipped town. You could’ve called though. If you were worried or whatever. But did anyone reach out to me? No. Not you, and not Morgan.” She was talking so fast and not even realizing what she was saying. In fact she wasn’t entirely sure she was even speaking english by the end of that. Which made sense, she often switched to spanish when she was drunk or overly worked up, and tonight she was both.

Marley doubted that was true, but she wasn’t about to point that out. Anita was mad enough without her being nit-picky like that. At any other time, Marley would have been plenty okay with Anita standing there yelling at her, but as it were, her head hurt and she was beyond exhausted and she’d actually fucking cried-- angry tears-- earlier that day because of Anita. And this was all her fault, and she had no right to feel this way. She pocketed the money and threw her wallet back down onto the table, turning to head into her house, letting the door swing open for Anita to follow her in if she wanted. Which it seemed like she did, if only just to yell. “Would you even have picked up if I called?” she asked, going over to the counter and popping open her pain med bottle. If Anita was here to argue, she’d need it. “Don’t, Anita,” she said in a low voice, still hunched over the counter, “just...don’t. Okay. You don’t know anything about how I feel or what I want or why I did that. Because I don’t know any of those things. So just-- be mad, or whatever, but just stop. Stop saying I didn’t care or that I didn’t want you. Because it’s not true.” It was never a lie.

Anita rolled her eyes, not really at anything in particular just because it felt like the right thing to do. She was tired of hearing Marley say the same fucking thing. Without giving it any thought she followed Marley through the front door into her place, the pain of being back there hitting her all at once. “Yeah, I would have.” She really didn’t know if she was lying about that one. It probably would have depended on the day. “Just… help me understand. I’m smart, and that’s not me being cocky. I have two PhD’s. I’m smart. But this…” she gestured between the two of them, “this I just don’t fucking understand.” It would all be so much easier if Marley just said she didn’t want her, that things weren’t working out because they were too different or because Marley just didn’t like the monogamous lifestyle. Any explanation would be better than what she kept getting from Marley. Anita needed something to wrap her head around.

Marley turned around to face Anita but didn’t look at her yet. Her eyes burned with her struggle to keep the tears away, pressing palms roughly into them. She shook her head. “I don’t know what you want me to say here, Anita,” she finally relented, “I’ve told you all I can, all that I--” all that she understood about it, about why she’d done this to them. “I don’t know what you want from me,” she repeated, even if she knew that wasn’t entirely true. She knew exactly what Anita wanted from her, she just wasn’t sure she could give it to her. She wasn’t sure she was enough of herself, enough of a person, to give Anita what she wanted, what she needed, from Marley. She looked up, then, eyes puffy and red, but dry and tired. “Just tell me what you want from me.”

As Anita looked into Marley’s eyes she felt speechless. What she needed she knew she couldn’t have. She wanted things to go back to how they were. When the two of them were together before things just felt right. Anita wasn’t afraid of having to hide who she really was and she wasn’t ashamed of what she was. Now she felt so empty, like she had found something she needed with Marley and not having it anymore left her broken in a way she never knew was possible. “I want you.” She finally admitted, though she practically whispered it. Scared to admit it to herself let alone to Marley. “I made that pretty clear the last time I saw you.” She had, hadn’t she? She felt practically mortified with how much she had begged and pleaded with her that night.

Marley fell silent as she waited for Anita’s answer. As she waited for her to give her something to go off of, something to tell her to make it all better. But the thing was, it wasn’t that simple. It never could be. Because it wasn’t just about wanting her back, or needing her. There was something missing inside of Marley and she didn’t know how to tell Anita that. She didn’t know how to look at the woman she wanted more than air and tell her she was nothing but an empty shell of the woman she used to be. And the truth was that Marley wanted her, too. She wanted her so bad, but at the same time, she wanted something different for Anita. And she didn’t know how to say any of that. “I...I mean I--” she chewed her lip, “you did. You made that-- you did.” Her gaze fell to her feet and she couldn’t keep the tears out of her eyes anymore. “You did,” she kept repeating it quietly, scrubbing the tears away. “I’m not-- I don’t know why. You shouldn’t, I’m not-- I know I--” she shook her head again, “I’m sorry.”

Seeing Marley’s response made everything worse for Anita. Just further proving that this was not cut and dry. She may have been pretty wasted but she could see the hesitations in Marley’s movements and tone. They wanted each other but Marley wouldn’t let either of them have what they wanted. And Anita was once again left wondering why and not getting any answers. Maybe talking wasn’t gonna get them anywhere. Anita took a few steps towards Marley, then with a bit more confidence she reached out and placed her hands on Marley’s hips, pulling her towards her till their faces were close. There was a soft hesitation in her movement, but Anita began to lean her face up to kiss her. Maybe if they could just do what they did best the rest would fall into place.

Marley didn’t know what was happening until Anita was touching her and pulling her towards her and their faces were so close together. And she wanted it so bad, god did she want it. But her entire body seized up when she felt Anita’s cold lips against hers and she put her hands up, pushing her away. “Anita, wait--” she said, stepping back and finding herself bumping into the counter, “we--” shouldn’t. But the word fell short. She opened and closed her mouth a few times but found no more words. “You’re not thinking straight,” she finally said, swallowing every other thing she wanted to say like ‘I missed you so much’ and ‘Please kiss me’. And everything else in between. Every thought that she’d had since last time Anita had been here and everything she’d wished she’d been able to say when she had been. She bit her lip and looked away, body still stiff. “You should...go home,” she muttered. Because Marley wasn’t sure she could say no if she tried again, if she pleaded with her again, if she asked to stay again. And nothing good would come of that. Not tonight.

Even though Anita never thought anything would hurt more than the night Marley ended things, tonight she discovered she was wrong. This hurt more. Maybe it was foolish to think that after all this Marley would still really want her. Maybe it was stupid to think that a kiss or a night in bed might fix whatever had broken between them. All she knew was that she wanted Marley so bad that her bones ached. But as she pushed her away all Anita felt was embarrassed. She took a few steps away, clenching her jaw to stop herself from screaming or crying - she wasn’t fully sure what emotion was gonna take over first. “I’m sorry…” She mumbled looking around awkwardly. “I guess I just hoped…” she let her sentence trail off. For the first time things really felt… over. Marley really didn’t want her, even as she literally threw herself at her. “I’ll leave.” As she turned to the door she felt the soft stream of tears begin to pour out and she tried to get to the door before the tears turned into a sob.

Marley heard the pain in Anita’s voice and she felt herself ache again. She felt her entire body tightening, shaking, racked with a pain she was wholly unfamiliar with-- and yet she still just watched Anita walk away. Let her walk away. She barely even had the strength to close the door, collapsing in on herself and sliding to the floor where she stood, back pressed against the counter. She let out a strangled sob as she tried to keep herself together enough to not just lose it here on the floor, but she could feel her mind slipping away from her again. Why couldn’t she just cut Anita off for good? Why couldn’t she just let Anita go? Why did seeing her like that make Marley’s heart feel as if someone had ripped it straight from her chest? Why did this feel worse than before? Why did Marley suddenly feel as if she was drowning? She wanted Anita and she’d let her walk out the front door. She wanted Anita and she was sure, in this moment, that she had ruined it for good now.

Happy fucking New Year.

#chatzy #chatzy: anita #wickedswriting #asking too much #anita #tw alcohol use

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romaniassexdungeon · 5 years

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Shattered Romanticism of a God - Chapter 12

Pairing: NedDen, SuFin main

Warnings: Drugs, alcohol

Notes: A NedDen chapter, for a change. It'll get back to the SuFin next time, whenever I get round to writing that. This chapter is a little shorter than I'm happy with, though.

Gunner - Denmark // Adriaan - Netherlands

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“So, you’re just gonna stand over me while I get ready? Like a creep? Like a creepy watching creep?” Gunner elbowed his cousin away from the mirror, then went back to straightening his hair, trying to get the angle it stuck up at just right, like it would remain that way for long. Berwald just nodded. Then he stood right back behind him and messed his hair up.

“Cunt! Cause I did it to you?”

Another nod. Gunner smoothed out his stupid Hawaiian shirt and went back to fixing his hair, chucking his gel on his bed. Berwald untucked his shirt.

“Will you leave me alone! I’m not even going on a date,” he said, sticking out his tongue. He paraded about the main room, checking how his ass looked in his jeans. Perfect, as always. "Just going for a drink. No need to try and ruin everything, you sad, pathetic man."

“L’ser.”

“I only hang out with you cause you can sing.”

“And y’love me.”

“Shut up,” he flicked him, “maybe if you could act like a person, your boyfriend would’ve known you were dating.”

“Adriaan kn’w you’re dating?”

“We’re not! Sex isn’t dating; if it was, I’d be dating your mum.”

“Which ‘ne?”

“The hot one. Whichever one you’re thinking of, you just called hot. You called your mum hot. That’s weird.”

Berwald blinked at him, debating on whether or not he should even respond to Gunner's middle school-level attempts at trolling. “We’re cousins. Yer weird.”

“Not interested in some sweet home Valhallabama?”

“My mums aren’t interested in men. ‘Specially their nephew.”

Gunner shrugged. “I know. But that pun.”

Berwald gave him a very concerned look.

“Please don’t tell them,” Gunner whined, “I want to be invited round for Christmas.”

“Gonna text ‘em now.”

Gunner gave a whine, trying to swat his phone away.

“Text ‘em.”

“You’re a prick!”

“Joking,” Berwald gave a rare smile, “tol’ Tino I hoped he w’s having a good night.”

“I hate you.”

He grunted in response. Gunner looked at him.

“By the way, have you told Tino about all your… stuff?”

"M'huge dick?"

"Yeah, right. You know what I'm talking about."

Berwald shook his head, squirming. “Third date st’ff.”

“No, that’s fingering,” said Gunner. “Look, he’s not gonna judge you, and if he does, I’ll get the band to beat him up.”

“Dun do that,” he played with his jumper, kneading the fabric.

“Hey, any guy would be lucky to have you.” Gunner lightly nudged his shoulder. “And Tino seems to like you. He’s not gonna be a dick.”

Berwald didn’t look convinced. “Y’told Adriaan y’have feelings fer him?”

“Don't try and change the subject when I'm trying to have a moment with you. And I don’t! No stoner with a jumbo guitar’s gonna tie me down.”

Berwald looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

Gunner shook his head. “Whatever. I’m going out!”

“Not picking y’up.”

“Won’t need it,” he put on his coat and straightened his tie, “just going for a few drinks, then home.”

...

It was never a few drinks with Gunner, and, at 2am, he found himself in the snow outside the bar. He’d just been dumped there after throwing up on the pool table, and got to work making snow angels, giggling the whole time.

He probably needed an angel of his own to get him home.

When it was starting to get less comfortable to be lying in the street, he scrambled for his phone, distracted by the stars. Or the street lamps. One of them, but they were shining prettily above his head like spaceships. Maybe it was all of them. Was he about to be abducted?

He finally found his phone, hiding at the bottom of his jeans pocket. Who could he call to come get him this time? Not Berwald, he’d just be mean, and was probably already in bed. He tried to get to sleep by 8 like a granddad. Tolli was probably asleep too, or jacking off to Sportarobbie fanfiction, Vidar would watch the phone ringing and not bother picking up and Gilbert was probably also in bed, ready for church the next day. Luca had blocked his number after Gunner had accidentally sent him a dick pic meant for his brother. And Gunner would take his chances in a Saw movie before getting into a car with Tino.

Adriaan it was.

He sent him a text that he hoped was legible, then hauled himself up to wait. He leaned against the pub wall, not liking how the snow was now soaked into his jeans, but not having the presence of mind to do anything about it.

After five seconds of nothing, he typed out a poorly-worded plea, then settled down to wait.

...

Adriaan took his sweet, sweet time.

He eventually rolled into view, on his bike. Not even a tandem for them both, but a regular bike Gunner had to somehow get on. He got up from his snow-chair, giving a whine.

“Why did you bring your bike?” Gunner leaned against a lamppost. Adriaan stared at him. “Dude.”

“Huh?”

“The bike?”

“Don’t wanna IDC.”

“What?”

“DUI. I said… DUI.”

“Oh you’re stoned.”

“Are you surprised?” Adriaan broke into a grin. His high grins were always unnerving, not like his genuine ones.

“Guess not. Do I- do I get on front?” He staggered over to the bike and climbed onto the handlebars.

Adriaan shrugged. “Do what you want. I'm just here to "pock you ip, okease?".”

"Shut up!" He turned around and kissed him. “Onwards, Bike-man!”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Bike-chan?”

“Weed.”

“You mean weeb?”

Adriaan paused. “Yeah.” He got cycling, through the tourist-filled streets, ignored by everyone else, also staggering home. Gunner gave a whoop as they turned a corner. Lights blurred past him, expanding and criss-crossing in front of his eyes. He leaned against Adriaan’s chest, and Adriaan pushed him forward.

“I’m trying to drive,” he grumbled.

"Drive me to Germany! I don't wanna pay Swedish prices anymore!"

Adriaan looked at him. "You just did. All night."

“Boo! Wanna go to the park?” asked Gunner, ignoring him, “come on there it is!”

Adriaan brought the bike to a halt. “It’s a roundabout.”

“I wanna stargaze!” Gunner rolled off the handlebars and kissed Adriaan’s cheek. “Let’s lay on the grass and look at the stars!”

Luckily, there weren’t any cars on the roundabout, as Gunner didn’t even bother to check before stumbling out onto the road. Adriaan followed him on bike, more aware of his surroundings, but only barely.

Gunner watched Adriaan park his bike, then lie down in the snow next to him. There was no one about, just them and the stars that battled their way through the glow of the street lamp a few metres away.

"I think I can see All-Iron!" He pointed up at the blurred trio of stars. "Or is that the Plough? I wanna plow you later."

“Be free, grasses.”

Gunner sat up to find Adriaan wiping at the snow next to him. The frozen grass below didn’t look too free, but Adriaan seemed happy with himself nonetheless.

"Good idea, babe." Gunner grinned and began making snow angels. They were a little lopsided, and he ended up kicking Adriaan in the ankle. Adriaan grunted, but didn’t react otherwise.

"Sorry Adi. Ryan. Addi Reean."

"Gun man."

Gunner smiled. It was perfect. Everything was perfect with Adriaan, it always was. He was a dick, but there was a gem inside. A dick gem. A dickjazzle. He was always there for Gunner, maybe a little reluctantly, but he'd bring his bike and a few beers and a joke for him. Berwald's words were squirming around in the back of his head.

"Hey, Weed Man?" He turned to him. Adriaan glanced back.

After a pause, he remembered to reply. "Yeah?"

"Are we dating?"

After an excruciating moment of silence, as Adriaan tried his best to think, he shrugged. “Dunno. Are we?”

“You tell me.”

“Do you… wanna?”

“Date? Maybe. Might be fun.” Maybe Gunner really, really wanted to. But Adriaan was hard to read, even after all these years. Friends with benefits seemed like the best it was gonna get, the closest he could get to Adriaan. Could they actually become a couple? Would that ruin everything? Would it make everything way, way better?

“I’m gonna kiss you now, if that’s okay.”

Adriaan nodded. Gunner, grinning, leaned over and gave him an awkward peck on the lips, Adriaan’s nose poking his cheek. He looked down to find Adriaan smiling back. They kissed again, just a second longer, but just as magical.

“I like kissing you,” Gunner said, feeling like an idiot. “You’re cute. You’re a bastard, but you’re cute.”

“You after a few, then?”

“I’m fucking cunted, mate.” He rested his head on his chest. “And you… you came to my rescue. I fucking love you, man.”

Adriaan looked at him for a long moment. Had Gunner gone too far? He wasn’t sober enough to care past a niggling concern, but Adriaan wasn’t replying. Eventually, he gave a cough.

“Thanks.”

#nedden #aph denmark #aph netherlands #sufin #APH Sweden #hetalia #shattered romanticism of a god #Hetalia fic #Hetalia Fanfiction

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lgbtyrus · 5 years

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Things I’ll Never Say

Here’s a shitty + angsty 1,258 word Tarty fic that also doesn’t have a happy ending. To the people that requested angsty tarty, I’ll write something good later I swear lmao.

“So, you broke up with Cyrus?” Marty asked him. Part of him was angry. He was honestly full of the deepest rage that TJ Kippen had the audacity to come to his door during winter break at 2 in the morning, wearing nothing but a thin hoodie, basketball shorts, and a stupid beanie. He really had Nike slides on, the snow probably soaking in through his socks.

But Marty couldn’t deny that there was this other part of him wanted to pull him into the warmth of him home and arms like he wasn’t beaming because of the news

“Yeah,” TJ shivered in place, shoving his hands the deepest they could go into his pocket. “How did you know?”

“Buffy told me,” Marty said, causing TJ to bite his lip. “Also, you’re at my front door. At 2AM.”

“Were you sleeping?” TJ asked him.

“No,” Marty shook his head, “I was Skyping Buffy when you texted me to come outside.”

“Oh,” TJ simply said, looking down at his feet. “I should leave.”

“TJ,” Marty rolled his eyes and moved to the side, “come inside.” TJ stood still for a few seconds until Marty motioned his head for TJ to walk through the door. TJ listened to him and stepped foot into Marty’s house, leaving small traces of snow.

“Head to my room. Try to stay as silent as possible or my mom will kill me,” Marty told him as TJ walked ahead, taking a route his knew like the back of his hand. Marty sighed, not knowing what he was getting himself into. He should’ve left him outside in the snow. He shouldn’t have replied to his text. He should’ve blocked his numbers ages ago when they broke up.

TJ walked into Marty’s room, standing awkwardly and shivering in the middle of the room. Marty went to his drawer and took out a pair of dry socks and a pair of sweat pants he knew would fit TJ. He tossed them to TJ and said, “Here. You’re going to get sick. Don’t even dare give them back to me.”

“I bought you those sweatpants for your birthday,” Marty thought, “but you dumped me before I could give them to you.”

“I’ll go change in the restroom,” TJ said, already walking out the door before mumbling a thanks. Marty took in a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair, trying not to let out a frustrated scream. What was he even doing there? What was Marty even doing letting him go inside his room? This was definitely going to end up in a disaster.

When TJ came back, shutting the door behind him, Marty was laying down on top of the covers of his bed, his arms shielding his eyes from the light. He had his laptop open at the end of his feet where he was calling Buffy earlier. TJ took a seat at Marty’s desk chair and sat there silently, making Marty grow uncomfortable.

“Why’d you breakup?” Marty asked, trying to break the ice. He also really wanted to know.

“I felt like I was just going to hurt him,” TJ said, looking off into the poorly lit corners of Marty’s room. “Like I couldn’t make him happy. He didn’t like how insecure of it I was, said that I smothered him to much. Something like that.”

“Oh but fuck me, huh? You didn’t give a rat’s ass that you dragged my heart through the shit and left it to drown in the rain.”

“Sounds rough,” Marty told him, removing his arms from his face, propping himself up to look at TJ. He looked sad- pathetic. “You want him back, don’t you?”

“I wanted you back. I still want you back.”

“I don’t know,” TJ whispered, looking down at the floor. Marty sat back, confused.

“What do you mean you don’t know? You’re clearly upset over it.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I want to get back in a relationship with him. I was with him for seven months, Marty. I think I’m allowed to miss him but also wish the best for him. He’s better off with someone else.”

“Did you speak this softly about me when we broke up?”

“I never understood you,” Marty shook his head.

“What?”

“I never understood you,” Marty repeated himself, almost yelling the second time. “You always get what you want and if keeping it is too hard for you, you let it go.”

“So?” TJ raised a brow. “It’s not your business.”

“You’re in my house at 2AM after breaking up with the boy that it killed me to see you with because you were the boy that tore me limb to limb! It’s my business!”

“Probably not, but if you’re at my house, it means you want something else, and I’m probably not going to give it to you.”

“If you wanted a kiss, I just might give it to you if you say the right words.”

“Marty,” TJ rolled his eyes, “you’re full of shit.” Marty frowned, the sword he had through his heart burrowing deeper.

“TJ, you’re at your ex’s house at 2AM after a breakup. You’re the one that’s full of shit.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

TJ roughly ran his fingers through his undone hair, “Marty, do you even know why I’m here?”

“No, I don’t, actually,” Marty crossed his arms, glaring at TJ from across the room.

“I,” TJ looked down at the floor again, “I missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too.”

“Bullshit.”

TJ’s eyes widened as he looked up at Marty’s scowling face, “What?”

“I’m calling bullshit, Kippen,” Marty said. “If you missed me, you would’ve broken up with Cyrus the minute you realized you would’ve rather been with me. You would’ve realized that you missed me just minutes after breaking up with me. You don’t miss me. You’re just looking for someone to be with tonight.”

“You’re acting like I’m begging you to get back with me,” TJ rolled his eyes, clearly growing frustrated.

“You wouldn’t have to beg.”

“TJ,” Marty let out a groan, “what do you want? Literally, did you think at all before coming here?”

“Not really,” TJ admitted, making Marty bite down on the smile that wanted pop out.

“Do you want to talk? Do you need a friend? A shoulder to cry on? Name it, and I probably don’t got it here.”

“My lips are right here.”

“I already told you why I’m here.”

“You never missed me, Kippen.”

“I really did.”

“No, you didn’t,” Marty kept shaking his head. “If you really missed me, why did you get with Cyrus instead of texting me back?”

“Marty,” TJ sighed, “it wasn’t easy.”

“That’s exactly what I mean, TJ. If something isn’t easy, you let it go.”

“What if maybe this time I don’t want to let it go? What if I want to work things out no matter how complicated they get?”

“Go fucking talk to Cyrus, then.”

“I’m talking about you, Marty!”

Marty swallowed whatever spit he had left to scratch his dry throat, gathering the nerve to tell him, “Just leave, Kippen.”

“What?”

“You just broke up with Cyrus, TJ. Also, don’t forget that you beat the absolute shit out of my heart. I don’t think should get back together. I don’t think you should get with anyone for the time being for that matter.” Without saying a word, TJ got up and started exiting the room. “Do me a favor and lock the door on your way out.”

“I still love you.”

#stars writing #andi mack #tarty #tj kippen #marty from the party #im sorry if u hate tarty this is who i am now

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plusultrabitchez · 5 years

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Just Friends Chapter 2: Cheer Up Bitch

You hated that you had to work today. With everything that was going on you wanted to do nothing but stay at home and cry. But you were a pro-hero and a grown ass women. So you told yourself to suck it up, choke down your shitty feelings for your shift. You had tomorrow off to wallow so all you had to do was to keep it together until then.

~Bakugou's POV~ He sat there at his desk waiting for her to show up. It was unlike Kubo to be late. In the 4 months they have been working together she was always on time or early. He checked his phone to see if she texted him. "Maybe that idiot is sick or something."

When he looked up he saw her enter the office in a hurry. Upon reaching her desk she tossed her bag down by her chair and logged into her computer with a huff. His brows furrowed as he studied her face. Her eyes were puffy, red, and tired. She had obviously been crying. "You're late." He said staring her down. This earned him an icy glare. "Sorry." She said curtly.

Damn, that glare was enough to make even him back off. Clearly, she was upset about something. Should he ask? No, it wasn't his business. As long as she did her job he didn't care. They had tomorrow off so maybe whatever she was pissed about she would get over it over the weekend.

"They changed our patrol route." He said examining the new instructions on his computer. "Great." She said with fake enthusiasm as she checked her email. "Also that lead we had on the Fujita ring was a dead end." He sighed in annoyance. You two had caught on to a drug and weapons ring about a month ago and were finding it difficult to get any hard evidence to warrant a takedown. "Fan-fucking-tastic." She groaned. "Come on." He said getting up. "Let's get out of here."

Today was weird. He and Kubo normally would normally chit chat during their patrols. Talk about random stuff like their shared taste in music, make fun of Bunji, or playfully throw insults at each other but she was quiet today. The only time she spoke is when she was spoken to and he was only getting grunts or hums for replies. The longer this went on, the more annoyed he became. He didn't want to admit it, but he actually enjoyed talking to her. He found her...tolerable.

He started to get somewhat concerned when they encountered a low-level villain and she didn't argue with him to take the lead. They always argued over who got to take down thugs. It was their thing. He enjoyed their thing. It was their thing to get each pumped up for a fight.

By the time they got back to the office, he was thoroughly annoyed. They went to their separate locker rooms to change out of their hero costumes and met back at their desks. She barely looked at him and didn't say a word. She grabbed her bag and logged out of her computer.

He figured he would try one last thing. "Night bitch." He got no response. His brows furrowed. "Aren't you going to call me an asshole?" He growled. She finally looked at him with a harsh scowl on her face. "I didn't realize I needed to state the obvious today."

That was the last straw. He grabbed her arm, dragged her to the deserted hallway and pinned her against the wall. "The fuck is your problem?" He snapped. "What? You want me to call you an asshole? Fine, hey Bakugou, you're a fucking asshole." "No, you've been quiet all day and you didn't even call dibs on the fight earlier." She rolled her eyes. "Oh I'm sorry, I thought you would love it if I just shut the hell up and let you take the lead." "No-I-that's not the point!" "What is the point?!" "What the fuck is wrong with you?" "I'm fine!" Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose trying to calm down. "When you came in this morning you had been crying." She was giving him a death stare as she crossed her arms, but he wasn't going to back down. "So what? Why the fuck do you care?"

He huffed. "I'm your partner. I...Just tell me what the fuck has got a stick up your ass. It's pissing me off." She sighed and chose a spot on the wall to scowl at. "Inasa and I broke up last night." Her voice was soft and quiet now. Bakugou let out a heavy sigh. He took her arm again, more gently this time. "Come on." She quirked a brow at him. "Where are we going?" He huffed. "We're going to a bar so you can cheer up bitch." . . . ~Your POV~ "Another beer please!" You slurred while waving around your empty glass. Bakugou snatched the glass from you and set it down on the bar. "Stop that, you drunk idiot." He said holding back a chuckle. You smiled drunkenly at him. "Bakugou?" "Yeah?" He grunted before taking another drink. "Would you fuck me?" Bakugou spewed out his beer and immediately started choking. "What the fuck Kubo?!" "No! Not like literally. I meant it more of a figurative type thing. Like...am I pretty?" Bakugou did not know how to handle this situation. "Kubo, I'm not talking to you about this." He growled.

You threw your arms around his shoulders and pouted. "Come ooonnn. I need to know if Inasa dumped me because I'm not pretty." "Wait a second. You said you guys broke up." You let go of him and your eyes got sad. "Broke up. Dumped me. Whatever." You nodded at the bartender that placed another beer in front of you. "It...it just sucks." Bakugou sighed. Now it really made sense to him why you were acting the way you were. "Did he say he was breaking up with you because you weren't pretty?" He asked. You swung your feet back and forth. "No..." "Then that wasn't a reason." He polished off his beer. "And if he said that he'd be full of shit." He muttered.

You cracked a cocky grin at him. "Bakugou...you think I'm pretty?" "Shut up Kubo." He tried to play it off but the red on the tips of his ears betrayed him. He ordered another beer and two tequila shots in efforts to ignore your giggles. "He probably broke up with you because you're fucking annoying." He said batting your hands away when you tried to pinch his cheek. You went quiet. "Really?"

He looked over into your big sad eyes and actually felt bad. He forgot you weren't your normal confident self at the moment. He sighed. "No. You're not that annoying and you're...really pretty." He mumbled that last part. "Really?" You asked. Your bottom lip quivering. "Yes damnit!" He huffed and decided to go for it. There was no way you were going to remember this tomorrow. "You're a good fighter, tolerable, and you're fucking hot. If he doesn't want to make it work with you he's fucking dumb. So just be thankful you don't have to worry about any of that stupid relationship bullshit and just focus on being a badass hero okay?" To his surprise, You leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thanks, Katsuki."

"Don't say I never did anything nice for you." He grumbled as he brushed you off and slid a tequila shot to you. "Cheers you drunk bitch."

"Cheers you soon to be drunk asshole." . . . ~Bakugou's POV~ Kubo was drunkenly singing Coconut as she held onto him for balance. Being somewhat tipsy himself, he found it rather amusing. She let go of his arm and started dancing down the street as they walked back to her place. "I said DOCTAAAA! Is there nothing I can take?" He chuckled and joined in. "I said DOCTAAAA! To relieve this belly ache?" They continued to belt out the song and stumble back to her place. Once they reached her building they sang a little quieter but were in a fit of drunken giggles the whole time. He hadn't let loose like this in a while, and usually, it was by himself at home. The alcohol and the fact she wouldn't remember anything tomorrow made it easier for him to let out his goofy side.

She unlocked her door and they were greeted by a big black pit bull. "Oh fuck!" He jumped back in surprise. "Hadesssss!" She laid down in her doorway while the dog attacked her with kisses. "Hades, this is Katsuki Bakugou." She said sitting up and pointing at him. He decided to kneel down and say hello to the massive animal. "I completely forgot you had a dog." Hades was in love with him immediately.

They shuffled into her apartment and slipped off their shoes. "Want a beer?" She asked walking to the kitchen. "Um, I don't-" "Here you go!" She handed him a beer which he reluctantly accepted. He was just planning on dropping her off and leaving, but free beer. They cracked open the cans and took a sip. Her phone went off which seemed to surprise her as much as him. It was well after 2am. She went over to her bag to rummage through it and get her phone. Her happy drunk demeanor changed. "What's wrong?" He asked. She shook her head and tossed her phone on the couch. "Nothing. Want to go outside? My balcony has a pretty sweet view." "Sure." She put on some One OK Rock, went out to the balcony and turned on some string lights. On his way out he peaked at her phone that was lit up with text notifications.

Inasa: Hey (Y/N)! I just wanted to check in on you. Inasa: Are you doing okay? How was work? Inasa: Missed Call Inasa: (Y/N) I understand that you may not want to talk to me, but I just want to know if you're okay. Inasa: 2 Missed Calls Inasa: (Y/N) please let me know if you're okay? I'm pretty worried here.

"Geez, this guys doesn't understand that she probably wants some space." He knew what he was about to do was probably overstepping his bounds, but he knew Yoarashi enough to know he wouldn't quit until he heard from her.

(Y/N): Hey, this is Bakugou. She's fine. We just went to a bar after work. Just making sure she got home alright. Inasa replied almost immediately. Inasa: Thank you Bakugou! I'm glad she has such a good partner and friend! I appreciate you looking after her. Please let her know that I said hello. Thanks again!

Bakugou rolled his eyes and put the phone down. He was surprised Yoarashi didn't accuse him of taking advantage of her or some shit. He walked out onto the balcony where Kubo was lounging in one of the chairs sipping her beer. He sat down in the chair next to hers and looked out over the city. She was right, it was a nice view.

"Kubo?" "Yes Bakugou?" "What's the real reason Yoarashi called it off?" She let out a heavy sigh and took a swig of her beer. "He couldn't keep doing long distance. I can't say I blame him. We've spent practically our entire relationship long distance. We've only ever had summer vacations or random weekends and now being heroes hundred of miles away from each other..." She trailed off and chugged her beer. "This past month we've barely been able to talk to each other because of conflicting schedules so I knew it was coming sooner rather than later." "Mmm." He didn't know what to say so he just listened and drank his beer. She sighed. "I know it's for the best."

They stared out at the city for a few minutes and drank in silence. "If you saw it coming and know it's for the best why are you so fucking upset?" He asked genuinely confused. He never really got all this relationship crap. It just seemed like a waste of time to him. She scoffed. "1. We were together for a long time, so I'm going to miss him. And 2. I'm the daughter of Shiin and Banshi. Once a guy finds that out they're going to run for the hills." She lifted her beer to him. "Here's to me being single and lonely for the rest of my fucking life."

He laughed and lightly knocked his beer against hers before they chugged. She laughed and leaned her head back in her chair. "You're fucking dramatic you know that?" He teased. She smirked, her eyes were getting heavy. "Yeah a bit."

"I'm sure you'll be just fine you idiot."

He soon heard her breathes become deep and saw that she had passed out. He shook his head and grabbed her empty beer can from her and threw it away. He went back out to the balcony and picked her up. She barely woke up and just nuzzled into his chest as he carried her to her bedroom.

He had never been this close to her before. Her hair smelled like honeysuckles which overpowered the smell of booze on her clothes. He placed her in bed as gently as possible and took off her shoes before throwing some blankets on her.

"What the fuck am I doing?" He thought to himself. He had been mindlessly acting up until this point. He watched her for a moment. She looked pretty peaceful for someone who was passed out drunk. He went and got her a bottle of water from her fridge and a bottle of aspirin and put it on her nightstand.

"She's my partner. I can't have her dying on me or some dumb shit." He brought her phone into her bedroom and plugged it in. "Okay Katsuki, too much. Stop doing shit for her."

He took one last look at her before heading towards her door. "She really is pretty." He growled and smack himself. "Get your shit together and fucking leave already."

"Night asshole." She mumbled. He smirked. "Night Bitch."

When he finally made it home he kicked off his shoes and went to his bedroom to collapse on his bed. He found himself looking over to the empty side of the bed and wondering what she would look like there.

"....Fuck."

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meteora-writes · 5 years

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What do you do with a Drunken Speedster?

Fandom: The Flash/ Legends of Tomorrow Pairing: Barry Allen x Leonard Snart (Flash x Captain Cold) Warnings: None, this is a fuffy crackfic despite the raging hangover and teasing Authors Notes: Okay so I got the idea for this from This Gifset made by @all-decay, who I tried to ask if it was cool that I wrote this but couldn’t get ahold of them! So please don’t hate me for this but I had to do it. (it was 2am and snowing and I was inspired) Summary: Barry wakes up on the Wave Rider after a epic drunken night of time travel and shenanigan that he doesn’t remember. Lucky for him Len is there to fill in the missing pieces. ~~~~~~

Barry awoke with a pained groan. Everything hurt. His head. His body. He felt like he’d been hit by a bus and then left in the Sahara Desert to bake for a few days. His mouth was cottony and his throat dry as he tried to remember what he could possibly have done to bring on such an intense hangover. He hadn’t even noticed he wasn’t in his own bed or that the blankets and mattress felt wrong.

“Finally awake, Scarlet?” A smooth voice said, slightly amplified like the person speaking was in a large empty room.

Barry opened his eyes and took in the sight before him. He was on his side, on a cot, in one of the holding cells of the Wave Rider. Leonard Snart leaning against one of the glass walls and looking far too smug as Barry sat up and turned his head far too fast for his hangover to allow, making him dizzy enough to fall off the cot and land on his ass gracelessly.

“Len? What the hell? How did I get here?” Barry asked as he pushed himself back up onto the cot and let himself settle with his back to the wall.

“Well, let’s start from the beginning, shall we? Apparently, Ms. Snow came up with some new formula of speedster friendly alcohol; a formula which you decided to test out last night. And by test out I mean you drank the equivalent of enough alcohol to send a rocket to the moon and back.” Len explained, smirk growing as he watched Barry’s face go from a grimace to a look of surprise. “After leaving your friends for the evening you decided to go for a little run and ended up back in 1985.”

Barry closed his eyes and resisted the urge to groan and possibly throw up as he pulled his knees up and rested his aching head in one hand. “I’m guessing I did something stupid and the Legends had to come find me and fix things?” he said, making a mental note to tell Caitlin never to make him alcohol ever again.

“Actually, you called us once you got here and invited us to Live Aid. Said you wanted to see Queen perform, but didn’t think you should try to run across the ocean while inebriated.” Len said with a chuckle, that made Barry crack his eyes open again and look at the older man with a small smile of his own.

“Seriously? I can’t believe I don’t remember any of that...” Barry bemoaned. Of course, the one time he does something from his never-gonna-happen-meta-power-bucket-list, and he doesn’t remember.

“Who knew our very own Barry Allen couldn’t resist seeing Freddie Mercury and asking for his autograph like a star struck school boy. It was adorable.” Len teased, watching Barry curl in on himself and rub at his aching head.

“That’s not all that happened.” Gideon chimed in, making Barry wince as her voice reverberated loudly in the holding cell.

“Alright, I’ll bite. What happened to me last night?” He asked with a sigh, expecting Gideon to be the one to give him the full story.

“You thought you developed magic powers and could talk to squirrels.” Len said in all seriousness, making Barry open his eyes and give him a dead stare of disbelief. When Len’s own stare didn’t falter, Barry closed his eyes again and sighed.

“Kind of glad I don’t remember any of that.” He conceded after a beat.

“It’s okay, I got it all on video.” Len said lightly before pushing off the wall and going around to unlock the cell doors. “Sorry about locking you in here by the way. You kept getting out of bed and speeding around the ship looking for more squirrels and pop-tarts. Tricking you into the cell was the only way we could make sure you didn’t speed off before you sobered up.”

Barry groaned and closed his eyes again, because of course Len would get video of him drunk out of his mind trying to talk to squirrels. And of course he’d go looking for his favorite drunk snack instead of cooperating with the Legends. “I’m surprised you guys didn’t dump me back in my own time after you caught me.”

“If we did that, I wouldn’t be able to show you this.” Len said, suddenly sitting on the cot beside Barry and pulling him in so he was tucked against Len’s side with his head on the older mans shoulder. He pushed a glass of water into Barry’s hands and made him drink half of it before taking it back and speaking. “Gideon, play the recording, please.”

“As you wish, Mr. Snart.” Gideon said before a holographic screen popped up in front of them, images beginning to play from the night before.

Barry appeared on the screen, dressed in the same flannel and t-shirt he wore now. He was smiling like a fool and his hair was wind swept from where he had just sped both himself and Leonard back stage into the band and crew only area once Queen had finished their set.

“Len those glasses look ridiculous. Where did you even get them.” Video Barry said, reaching up and fidgeting with whatever was recording him, the glasses in question apparently.

“The future, now stop it.” Len said, his arm coming into view as he pointed behind Barry to where Freddie and the rest of Queen were walking towards their trailer. “Go on, Barry, before you miss your chance.”

Barry went wide eyed before spinning around and sprinting off, leaving Len by the massive stadium doors to watch from a distance.

Video Barry traded some words with the band, actually talking to them a few minutes before looking back to Len, smiling sweetly, and then holding out something for them to sign. Len was just far enough away that the raging sounds from the stadium made him and the recording device unable to pick up the words being traded.

A moment later the band had all signed whatever Barry was stuffing into his pocket and Barry came sprinting back, a dreamy look on his face as he pulled Len forward into what looked like it must have been a pretty good kiss before pulling back and beaming a brilliant smile. In the background Freddie Mercury watched them a moment with a smile before entering the trailer he shared with the rest of the band.

“Alright, Scarlet, you got your autograph, now it’s time to go back to the Wave Rider.... But first, I’m curious, what did you say to them?” Video Len asked, sounding a bit breathy and very amused.

“I told them the truth. That they were amazing out there just now and that I’ve been listening to their music for years and that Freddie inspired me to embrace who I am and let myself love who I love. Then I thanked them for their music and asked for their autographs on the setlist I picked up.” Barry said, looking over his shoulder to grin in the direction of the bands trailer.

Len chuckled. “You stole a set list? How very rogue of you.” He teased as he stepped back and took Barry’s hand in his own, clear in the cameras view as Len looked down at where Barry had linked thier fingers together without hesitation before looking up at the speedsters face.

“It was in the trash. So, totally not the same thing as stealing.” Barry pointed out with a pout. “Can we go hit the food stands out in the park before we go back to the ship, I’m hungry.”

Video Len’s head moved in a way that meant he must have rolled his eyes. “Fine, but that’s the last stop. Mick and the others are already headed back to the ship.”

A moment later the hologram cut out and Gideon piped in. “I took the liberty of deleting the video of the squirrel incident, Mr. Allen.”

Len let out an irritated groan at that. “Gideon, you traitor!”

“Thank you, Gideon!” Barry said loudly despite the pain it caused in his head. He turned in Len’s embrace, bringing his gaze level with Len’s as he spoke next. “And thank you for that. It couldn’t have been easy dealing with a drunken speedster all night.” he said before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on Len’s lips.

Len gave a happy little hum, letting Barry kiss him then move back to snuggle into Len’s side with his head on his shoulder. “Oh, it wasn’t all that bad. I got to see one of the greatest concerts in all of history. And I got to help you cross off an item from that ridiculous bucket list of yours.” Len said, placing a kiss on Barry’s forehead. “Now come on, you need a shower and we both need to get some of the pancakes Mick is making for us in the galley, before the others wake up and find out he can cook.”

Barry perked up at the mention of food. “That sounds like the best plan ever. I’ll meet you there.” Barry said before quickly kissing Len’s cheek and flashing out of there.

Len rolled his eyes, a fond smile on his lips as he made his way out of the holding cell and down towards where he knew breakfast, his best friend and his boyfriend would be waiting for him when he got there.

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Heart of stone chapter 20

It had been a stimulating morning, making the let down for the next two days that much worse. Before dawn, I awoke to the feel of Selena’s warm body spooned tightly against mine. Never one to miss an opportunity, I seized the moment and made sure to leave her with a farewell that neither of us would forget about during my absence. Unfortunately, there was no sex, for obvious reasons. Instead, we kissed and caressed in ways that were surprisingly fulfilling. It was another first for me, and a completely unique experience in itself.

The early morning hours that I had spent with her almost seemed surreal as I climbed aboard the Airbus ACJ318. Hale was already on the private jet when I arrived, neatly stowing our travel bags into an overhead compartment.

“Morning, Hale.”

“Good morning, sir.”

“If my speech is in with those bags, take it out for me. I want to review it one more time before we get to Boston.”

“Already done. It’s in a folder right over there,” he said, pointing to a corner end table in the spacious lounge area of the plane. “I think Laura made a few adjustments to it.”

I went over to the table to review the contents. Laura had actually made quite a few changes, and I was thankful for her sharp eye. The speech was a couple of years old, and needed updating. If I had more notice, I would have written a new one.

Satisfied that Laura had done it justice, I tucked it back inside the folder and turned back to Hale.

“I assume the flight will be leaving on time?”

“Yes, sir. I just confirmed it with the pilot. The trip to Boston should be a smooth one. However, we may encounter an issue on the return flight. There’s a bad storm moving in on the overnight, the remnants of a hurricane that’s traveling up the coast.”

“Monitor the situation and make other travel arrangements for the return trip home if needed. I want to be back no later than eight o’clock Friday evening.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Did you have time to arrange the delivery that I emailed you about this morning?”

“Vivian will be setting it up this afternoon,” Hale informed me. “You should get an email confirmation as soon as it’s received.”

“Excellent. Oh, and I meant to ask you. How is your mother settling in?”

“Very well. I appreciate your help to secure her placement. After the fall she took, I can rest easier knowing that she’s getting the proper care. Thank you again.”

I acknowledged his gratitude with a nod, glad that things had worked out. Before reaching the age of sixty, Hale’s mother was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer’s. It had come as quite the blow to my security detail, and when I heard that he was unable to afford the cost of a reputable nursing facility, I immediately made calls to get her the best care in New York and covered the expenses. Hale protested of course, but I would hear none of it.

The pilot came over the intercom system, interrupting our conversation to let us know that it was almost time for take off. I settled into my seat and looked out the window. Cumulus clouds dotted the bright blue sky, making it hard to imagine that we were under a severe storm alert.

I heard the soothing hum of the plane engine as it came to life and I rested my head back with the hopes of catching a quick snooze on the flight. My mind quickly filled with images of Selena.

I wish she had agreed to come with me.

I opened one eye to look at Hale. He sat across from me, already engrossed in the New York Times.

Hale accompanied me on nearly all of my business trips. He was a good traveling companion, and always willing to discuss whatever I had a mind for. Usually the topic was business.

That’s me. Always business.

“Hale, let me ask you something,” I said on a whim. He looked up from the newspaper, his expression attentive. “Do you ever regret not settling down?”

“Sir?”

Yeah, I know. The question sounds crazy to me too.

“I mean, with a woman,” I clarified. “Do you have any regrets?”

If he was surprised by my inquiry, he didn’t show it. Instead, he looked thoughtful.

“My mother always wanted grandchildren. When I think of how happy that would have made her, I do have regrets. However, now that she’s sick, it doesn’t really matter. Either way, I’ve never met a woman that I wanted to spend the rest of my days with.”

“Or maybe it’s because I keep you too damned busy to meet anyone,” I joked.

The corners of his mouth turned up in a rare smile.

“I believe that we all have our own calling. So far, mine has been the service of your employment and it has suited me well. If I were meant to settle down before now, I would have done so.”

“Hmm, perhaps,” I mused.

“Sir, permission to be frank?”

I laughed at his seriousness.

“You’re not in the military anymore. Speak what’s on your mind, Hale.”

His lips tightened into a thin line, as if he were concentrating on selecting the right words. He looked pointedly at me.

“Miss Cole is a lovely young woman. Don’t let her be your regret.”

****

I had deliberately packed my schedule, so that I had more than enough reasons to deny Justin’s multiple requests for me to accompany him to Boston. Because of that, the next couple of days went by quick. I worked out my remaining shifts at Wally’s, went to my gynecologist appointment, and caught up on lost gym time. Keeping busy allowed me not to dwell on the fact that I felt unexpectedly lost without Justin.

I didn’t like that I missed him and the time apart made be realize that we needed separation more often. I had become entirely too familiar with his presence. With that it mind, I didn’t answer his calls, and kept all communication to strictly texting. I knew that just the sound of his voice would cause me to fold.

By the time I arrived home Thursday evening, I realized that Justin and I would have to negotiate some sort of compromise. If we continued the way we were going, I would end up with very little time alone, especially come Monday when I started the job at Turning Stone. I had never agreed to give up every night and weekend for him, despite his original wishes. Yet somehow, I ended up doing exactly that.

I went to the fridge to see what I could use to throw together a quick dinner for myself. Settling on a green salad with various fixings, I pulled out the ingredients that I would need. I went to work on slicing up chicken into thin strips and contemplated how I should approach the subject of maintaining my personal space with Justin.

Boundaries. We need to establish some boundaries.

The sound of my phone vibrating on the counter tore me away from my thoughts. Setting the knife down, I picked up the phone to see that there was an incoming text from Allyson.

Today

6:34 PM, Allyson: My flight is delayed. What’s up with the weather in NY?

I looked out the window at the storm that was getting worse by the minute. Wind slashed at the windows and the rain appeared to be going sideways.

6:36 PM, Me: Tail end of a hurricane that moved north.

6:40 PM, Allyson: I’ll be lucky to get in by late Friday at this point.

6:41 PM, Me: Stuck in Paris. Gee, I feel so bad for you…

6:43 PM, Allyson: Ha-ha. Not funny. I’m miserable. It’s nearly 2AM and I’m holed up in an airport indefinitely.

I paused in my texting to glance at the clock. I had forgotten about the time difference.

6:45 PM, Me: Sorry, that sucks.

6:50 PM, Allyson: Can you reschedule our spa day? Maybe for Saturday if you’re free?

Justin planned on taking his boat out on Saturday, but by the looks of the weather forecast, that wasn’t going to happen.

This is my chance at creating a little space.

It took me about a half of a second to make the decision.

6:53 PM, Me: Saturday it is. I’ll change the reservation.

6:55 PM, Allyson: Great! Hopefully I’ll be home by then. I’ll text if there’s another delay.

I looked up the number for the Mandarin. It was no trouble switching our reservation to Saturday. However, I knew that rescheduling with Justin would not go off quite as easy and I dreaded the conversation.

I went back to preparing dinner, and layered arugula with sliced chicken, walnuts, and feta cheese. I was about to pour a balsamic over the top, when a knock at the door interrupted me.

My stomach grumbled in annoyance over the second disruption as I went to answer it. I peered through the peek hole to see who it was, but there wasn’t anyone on the other side of the door.

That’s weird.

I opened the door anyway and found that there was a flower delivery on the floor in front of the threshold. Unsure as to whether the flowers were for me or for Allyson, I picked up the beautiful arrangement of blue delphiniums and baby’s breath and brought them to the kitchen. Placing the bouquet on the counter, I removed the envelope from the vase. The card was addressed to me.

“I have found that among its other benefits, giving liberates the soul of the giver.”

- Maya Angelou

Looking forward to the weekend…

Justin

I smiled after reading the quote, appreciating Justin’s attention to detail by citing my favorite poet.

I was about to put the card back into the envelope, when I noticed a blue velvet satchel tied around the neck of the vase.

What’s this?

However, I predicted the answer to the question almost as soon as I thought it. Knowing that Justin wouldn’t take back his gift of the necklace, I had decided to forgo any sort of argument by simply leaving it on his dresser the morning that he left for Boston. Apparently, this was his way of turning the tables on me.

Loosening the drawstring tie from the cloth bag, I dumped the contents into my palm. Just as I expected, out poured the platinum triskelion and chain. It was then that I understood the reason for the Maya Angelou quote – Justin wasn’t only referring to the flowers, but to all of his gifts.

In the face of his sweet gestures, I couldn’t help but to feel a little sad about it. It would be so much easier if I could simply accept everything that Justin had to offer, but I didn’t feel right about it. I sensed that he wanted more from me, but there were some things that I could not give – at least not without compromising my standards.

I’m at a crossroads.

One path would have me push Justin away in order to create more distance between us. He may not like it, and it could potentially lead to our demise. It would be a risky choice, because I knew that I wasn’t ready for things to end.

But if I chose the other, I would become deeper involved. I’d expect more from Justin, and would want him to be more open about the secrets that I knew he was carrying. From the history of his parents to his underground life, everything was a mystery to me. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to continue without answers. However, that path had its risks too, as it may force me to reveal my own truth.

The prospect of facing that pain frightened me, for giving up my secret would hurt me in ways that physical submission never could. The choice should have been an obvious one, knowing that I did not have the strength to handle the latter. However, I couldn’t decide what to do – for emotional surrender was my only true hard limit.

The conference was going relatively well, even if it was boring as all hell, and I arrived back to my hotel room shortly after dinnertime. I considered going out to the Faneuil Hall area with Burke in search of a bite to eat, but decided on the solitude of room service instead. I didn’t feel like keeping company with my old friend, but rather wished that I had pushed Selena harder about coming to Boston.

A short rap on the hotel room door signaled the arrival of dinner. I opened the door to find a pretty brunette balancing two platters. I was absently wondering how she managed to knock with her hands full, when I noticed that the trays were balancing precariously in her small hands.

I was dangerously close to wearing stuffed flounder and hollandaise sauce.

“Here, let me take one of those,” I offered, removing a tray from her wavering grasp.

“Thank you, sir,” she appreciated.

We both entered the room and set the trays on the small dinette set that was situated in the suite’s living room.

“Do yourself a favor and use a cart of some sort next time,” I told her, fishing out my wallet to get her a tip.

“Oh, yes,” she readily agreed. “I’ll make sure to use one the next time I come up. Will you be staying here long? Um, Mr.…”

She sounded giddy, almost school girlish. My head snapped up to look at her. I was all too familiar with the tone that she took. She was watching me with a pair of innocent doe eyes, but this girl was anything but naïve and was obviously looking to score more than a tip.

I pursed my lips in annoyance, choosing not to answer her. I handed her a twenty.

Be on your way, doll. That’s all you’re going to get.

“Thank you,” I told her, albeit dismissively.

She looked momentarily disappointed, but took the dismissal in stride and left me alone to enjoy my dinner in peace. The transparency of some women floored me at times, and I suddenly had a newfound appreciation for Selena’s ambiguous personality.

I wasn’t impressed by the hotel fare. The flounder was over cooked and the sauce was flavorless. I began to regret my choice to not accompany Burke to one of the cities more notable seafood restaurants. As a swallowed the last bite of the rubbery fish, my phone pinged with the notification of a new email. I pushed the plate away and pulled out my cell.

It was a confirmation notice that the flower delivery was received. The time stamp on the message told me that it was just after seven, which meant that Selena should be home from Wally’s.

I’ll try calling her now. Maybe she’ll actually pick up this time.

Exiting out of the email, I dialed Selena’s number.

“Hello, angel,” I greeted after she answered. It felt so good to hear the sound of her voice.

“Hey. How’s the trip going?”

“Incredibly boring.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Next time, you’re coming with me,” I told her.

“We’ll see,” she murmured on the other end of the line. She seemed distracted. I had been so pleased that she finally answered her phone, that I hadn’t picked up on how distant she sounded until that moment.

“Is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine. Oh, and thank you for the flowers by the way.”

I noticed that she didn’t mention the returned necklace, but decided not to bring it up. I missed her and I didn’t want to spoil our conversation by risking an argument.

“Are you sure that you’re alright?” I asked again instead.

“I’m good, really I am. I’m just tired and a little sore. It’s been a long day.”

She does sound tired.

Perhaps that was truly all that was wrong.

“I thought Walter would have gone easy on you since today was your last day.”

“Oh, work was alright,” she assured me. “I’m just worn out because I was up early and at the gym by six o’clock this morning. I couldn’t get an evening appointment with the trainer that I like to work with, so I had to go early if I wanted to meet with him.”

Him?

The idea of Selena having a one on one training session with another man made me uncomfortable.

Extremely uncomfortable.

Am I jealous? Since when do I get jealous?

“I didn’t know that you had a trainer,” I tried to say indifferently.

“It’s pricy, so I don’t do it often. But Eric is a good motivator and I needed him to get me back into a routine.”

Eric? So the asshole has a name.

I pictured Selena in spandex shorts, possibly a sports bra. With her midriff slick with sweat and face flushed from exertion, she would have been a provocative sight to behold. Hopefully she had the sense to cover up with a t-shirt.

Either way, I didn’t like the situation one bit. I made a mental note to set Selena up with my own personal trainer, someone that I knew and could trust to keep his sweaty paws off of her.

“Routine is good, but don’t over do it. You need to save some energy for the weekend,” I joked lightly, suppressing the uncharacteristic jealousy that wanted to come lashing out.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that – the weekend that is,” she said a little too quickly.

“What about it? I mean, I’ve been keeping up with the storm and I know that flights into New York have been delayed indefinitely. But I’ll make sure I’m back in time for the party at Murphy’s.”

“Oh, it’s not that. Although, I’m glad that you decided to come. This is about Saturday.”

“What about it?”

She went on to tell me about her planned girls day out and how flight cancelations forced them to reschedule for Saturday. Then she proceeded to talk non-stop about how poor the weather would be for boating, barely pausing to take a breath. She sounded nervous, almost as if she was afraid to tell me about the change of plans.

“I’m sorry. I know that I promised you the weekend,” she finally finished.

Amused by her ramblings, I decided to go easy on her.

“That’s fine. It’s only for the earlier part of the day. If you’d like, I could have Hale drive you and Allyson to and from your appointment.”

“Allyson would get a kick out of that for sure,” she laughed. And if I wasn’t mistaken, she almost sounded relieved.

“Consider it a done deal. Just email me the reservation details and I will forward it on to Hale.”

“I’ll do it in the morning. Right now, I’m going to change into pajamas, eat my dinner, and then collapse on the couch. Maybe I’ll catch up on a few shows that I had set to DVR,” she considered.

“That sounds exceedingly dull,” I teased.

“Oh, not to me. A stormy night, house to myself…I can’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing.”

“I could think of a few things,” I said suggestively. I could hear rustling in the background. “What are you doing?”

“Exactly what I said I was going to do,” her voice was echoing, like she had switched me over to speakerphone. “I’m changing my clothes.”

An image of her slipping out of her bra and panties caused a stirring in my groin.

“What are you wearing right now?”

“Um, a tank top,” she said, sounding slightly confused.

“Anything else?”

“Just my…” she paused. “My underwear.”

Sweet Jesus…nothing but panties and a tank top.

I suppressed a groan as the image of Selena’s lithe naked legs clouded my vision. I stood up and began pacing the room in an attempt to work off the restless energy that had suddenly come over me.

“Are you trying to torture me?” I asked.

I could hear her fumbling with the phone, switching it off of speaker mode.

“No, I’m not,” she tried to convince me. However, her words sounded raspy, a sure sign that she was connecting the dots and that her mind was beginning to gravitate to the same dark place as mine.

“I don’t believe you. In fact, I may have to leave Boston right now just to come home and punish you.”

“Oh, really?”

“You sound excited by the possibility, Miss Cole.”

“Maybe I am,” she teased.

“You’re asking for it,” I warned.

“I’m not asking for anything. But now that you mention it, how would you punish me exactly?”

Oh, game on baby.

It was time to enlighten Selena on the many ways I could punish an obstinate submissive.

“I would bind you face down, with your arms and legs spread to all four corners of my bed. You won’t be able to move,” I told her. There was dead silence on the other end of the line. I waited a moment before continuing, hoping that she was forming a visual. “You will be blind folded so you can’t see what’s coming. You remember the bite of the flogger, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“It will be different this time. I’m going to run it torturously slow down the length of your body, over and over again until you beg me to mark you with it. But even then I won’t. The more you beg, the more I’ll introduce new tortures, ones that will bring you near to the edge of your breaking point and keep you there.”

“What kinds of tortures?”

I smirked at the way she provoked me, knowing that she didn’t have an inkling of knowledge about the torments that I could introduce her to.

You want to play femme fatale…let’s see how you react to this.

“You’ve felt my finger, but just wait until you feel a plug stretching you impossibly wide.” I heard her breath suck in sharply. “Yes, Selena. You know what I’m talking about. Close your eyes. Picture it. Now imagine the plug, with me standing over you, finally giving you the flogging that you begged for. But even then, I won’t let you come until you’ve earned it.”

Her breathing became heavier, the sound a turn on that left my head spinning. I leaned back against the wall of the hotel room and stared at the ceiling. If only I could reach through the phone and touch her. I wanted nothing more than to leave the mind-numbing conference, go home, and plunge into Selena’s satin heat.

“When will I have earned it?” she prodded me further.

I suppressed another groan.

Oh, angel…keep pushing me and I’ll be on a plane within the hour.

“That depends on how quickly you begin your penance.” I continued the game, but decided to add a twist.

“Penance?”

“Go to the full length mirror in your bedroom. Stand in front of it,” I told her. “Are you still just wearing panties and a tank top?”

“Yes, why?”

“Don’t question. Just let me know when you’re in front of the mirror.”

“I’m here,” she said after a few seconds.

“Good girl. Now look at yourself. See what I see when I look at you. Follow the long lines of your legs, to the curve of your hips. Notice the swell of your perfect tits…I imagine that your nipples are poking through your tank top. Am I right?”

“Y-yes. They are.”

Her stutter sounded hoarse.

“That’s because you’re incredibly turned on. Now I want you to feel what I would feel. Touch yourself, Selena.”

“Justin…” she hesitated.

“Earn it, angel. Slip your hand down the front of your panties. Feel how wet you are.”

“I – I can’t do that. I’d rather wait for you.”

I could hear the shyness in her voice, but I could also hear the longing. I only had to push her a little further.

“Not following my directions will only make your punishment worse. How much do you think you can take?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’ll find out when I see you next. Until then, goodnight, Justin.”

At that, the line went dead.

Goodnight!

I banged my head back against the wall.

Once. Twice.

She’s gotta be freakin’ kidding me!

I had a hard on that rivaled any other, yet she left me hanging.

I took me a solid five minutes to steady my racing pulse. My only consolation was that I knew her frustration was surly matching my own.

I stepped away from the wall and rubbed the back of my now sore head. I stared down at the phone, resisting the urge to chuck it across the room. Instead, I pocketed the cursed thing and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

A very cold shower.

****

The wind and rain slapped at my face, but the storm was no match for the resolve that ran hot through my veins.

I had to find her.

I will find her.

I just wasn’t searching in the right places.

Out of the rain and into a dark building. It smelled musty in here, like unwashed hair and dirty laundry.

I stepped into a room that had long been neglected, abandonment taking its toll over time. I knew this place all too well – the curtains that hung from the windows, the tattered couch against the wall. Cobwebs covered the lampshades on the end tables.

I hadn’t been here in so long…

I glanced down at the throw rug in the living room and saw a large brown stain of blood. Bile rose up in my throat at the sight, and I quickly turned away.

How did I end up here?

I knew she wasn’t here. I had come to the wrong place again.

“Justin.”

I heard my name, but the voice was wrong. It wasn’t the voice that I had been searching for. It belonged to someone else – it was the voice that had the ability to soothe and frighten me all at once.

“Selena?” I called out.

“I’m here,” I heard her say from another room.

I ran through the dingy apartment in search of her. She didn’t belong here, not in this dirty, tainted place.

How did she find out about it?

How did she know to find me here?

“Selena, where are you?” I yelled.

I tore through the hallway, searching room after room. But it was as if every time I closed a door, another would appear. The dim lights began to flicker, until eventually they went out completely and I was left in nothing but darkness.

“I’m here,” she said again. With only her voice to guide me, I stumbled into another dark room.

“Where? I can’t see you?”

“Here,” her voice came from somewhere behind me.

I turned to go towards the sound, but my feet came out from under me and I was falling.

“Selena!” I yelled through the air that whipped past my ears. “Help me!”

“I can’t,” I heard her say, but her voice seemed to be further away now. So much further…

Falling.

I couldn’t let her slip away. She was my only hope. I grappled for something to hang onto, anything to keep me from plummeting to the ground.

“Selena!”

“Justin,” her distant voice echoed through the endless abyss that threatened to swallow me whole.

I sat up like a shot, sweat drenched and shaking. The sound of rain lashing at the windows caused me to become disoriented, and it took me a moment or two before I remembered where I was.

Boston. The hotel. Only a dream.

But I could still smell the damp air. I still had that sinking feeling in my gut from falling – the kind you get on a roller coaster after it goes over the first crest.

It was the second time in a week that I had been shaken up by a dream. I could blame the dreams on my heightened emotional state since meeting Selena. Or maybe it was an underlying fear that my sister’s ex-husband would dredge up the long buried past. Or perhaps tonight, it was simply that I had bad fish for dinner.

I lay back down against the overly soft pillows and tried to shake off my unease.

A shrink would have a field day with me.

I rolled on my side in an attempt to get comfortable again, but my efforts were futile. There was no downplaying certain elements of the dreams. They left me with a feeling of emptiness that made my heart ache. I could not ignore the fact that while I was sleeping, I had been searching for my mother.

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