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➯ Y/N ACCIDENTALLY SUMMONS A DEMON AND HE WON’T LEAVE HER ALONE. ✰ demon!harry no warnings. 𝑤𝑐 7k ッ vanilla lime masterlist

Y/N has never been so mortified in her entire life. She thinks this might be it for her—that life should just end here—because there is no way in hell she is ever going to step foot outside ever again.

How can she after what has happened?

Worst of all (and there are many factors), the disastrous tragedy occurred at her workplace meaning she has no other choice but to find a new job and the thought only causes more hysteria, a fresh wave of tears soaking her skin as she sits hunched in the middle of her bed—hands over her face like they will hide her from the world.

And she had been so excited to wake up this morning; whispers about the new boss floating around the office all week had Y/N utterly intrigued about what she would be like (she’s struggled not to create an idyllic picture of what life at work could become; she often tends to get too deep inside her head and create false realities, and she knows she needs to find another coping mechanism but Y/N can’t help that her imagination is larger than her self-control!). So, when her alarm had gone off, she was up immediately, not even stopping to savour the warmth of her sheets, and getting ready.

And maybe now, looking back after the day she’s had, she may have recognised the signs of misfortune ahead of her, but in the moment nothing could have distracted her.

First it's her period starting, which is okay because she caught it without making a mess and she’d top up on painkillers before she left home. The second thing is entirely her fault because she always gets especially clumsy and jittery when she is excited or nervous, so of course she is going to trip and twist her ankle—but that is also not so bad because she is already taking painkillers for her period so there is no extra harm done. Y/N feels entirely unaffected by both of these things, still buzzing to get out of the door, until she goes to make breakfast and realises she has run out of her favourite cereal, which she’ll admit does put a bit of a frown on her face. (But a frown is nothing during that time of the month so she reacts considerably much better than she usually would!) So she’d had to have toast instead which was fine but undoubtedly interrupts the routine she has looked forward to since the night prior, and as it turns out it only spirals further.

The drive to work is standard, and Y/N has already forgotten about her minor inconveniences, refusing to wince as she gets out of the car—too stubborn to acknowledge that the painkillers have not effectively worked at numbing the pain in her ankle. She’d proudly forgone coffee, knowing she was probably a bit too wired already—and she absolutely could not entertain the possibility of accidentally spilling it on anyone, let alone her new boss—so as she enters the office as casually as possible on her throbbing ankle, she is relieved to see her favourite co-worker, Imogen, waiting for her by the elevator holding two cups of what Y/N hopes isn’t what she’d thought to avoid. Imogen sports a grin as soon as she spots her, enthusing Y/N to hurry up with a nod of her head.

“I got you a tea. Thought you might be a bit too on-edge for loads of caffeine,” She says, as soon as Y/N is near.

Smiling, Y/N hums, cradling the mug in her hands, “Thank you, Gen.” She sips, feeling the hot liquid trail down her throat, her brain given a moment to breathe.

Y/N thinks that was the last her brain (or lungs) has breathed in the last 5 hours. She’s a blubbering mess and her hormones have really kicked in now, along with the swelling of her ankle which makes moving so hard, and she’s feeling so sorry for herself she doesn’t know what to do. Everything is on replay in her head, and it gets worse every time, new consequences shouting at Y/N from the depths of her mind.

What if Imogen doesn’t want to be seen with you anymore because you’ve ruined her reputation by association? What if someone filmed the whole thing and it goes viral on Twitter? Then you won’t be employed ever again. What if your family refuses to talk to you, what if your boss sues you, what if you get kicked out of your apartment, what if—

“What’s happened to you then?”

Y/N shrieks, head whipping up so fast she’s lucky she doesn’t add a pulled neck muscle to her list of injuries. Across from her bed, sitting comfortably in her armchair that she likes to read in, is a man. She thinks she’s hallucinating for a moment because there is little explanation as to how or why there would be a man in her bedroom. And she’s still crying, but now she’s terrified, so words don’t exactly come easily.

“Who—What—How did you get in here?” She tries to shuffle back against her headboard, too shocked to be careful with her ankle and her arms buckle as the pain shoots up her foot, causing her eyes to well up again and she feels so useless at this moment. “Please get out of my house.” The words come out wet, fresh tears rolling down her face, the severity of the situation sinking in. She, hopelessly slowly, moves as far away from him as possible, keeping her legs deadly still until her back reaches the pillows and she pulls one onto her lap—maybe she can throw it at him.

The man leans forward, expression completely blank. He looks bored, if anything, as if she has inconvenienced him. “You’re the one that brought me here, sad thing. Why are you in such a tizzy, hm?” He looks her over, taking in the mess of hair on her head, her red, tearful eyes, wet cheeks and swollen mouth, and simply leans back in the chair again.

Y/N can’t even begin to process what he’s saying and knows she needs to get out, that this man can only be here for bad, and that she’ll have to pretend there is nothing wrong with her ankle. So she makes the effort—at least she’ll know she tried to help herself—as she swings her legs over the side of the bed, pillow in hand, ignoring the screaming pain. She’ll have to hop.

The wall welcomes her hand as she pitifully makes her way to the door, taking a glance behind her, checking to see the man sitting in her chair. But he’s gone and she gasps as she looks forward and he’s stood in the doorway, looking down at her. Y/N goes to throw the pillow at him (knowing it's embarrassingly futile and if she were watching herself in a movie would rightly feel she deserved to be killed; the humour of the situation fails to comfort her) but it doesn’t even leave her hands before he plucks it away and drops it on the floor.

“Why don’t you stop panicking and tell me why you summoned me?” He steps forward forcing Y/N to retreat clumsily, tripping backwards and landing against the side of her bed, face crumpling in pain as her ankle gets folded underneath her bum. He stares down, face hinting at an amused smirk as if her distress is entertaining. Maybe she really is hallucinating. This can’t be real, people can’t be summoned.

“I’m almost inclined to believe you actually don’t know what’s going on. I’ve truly never seen anyone so scared of a demon they’ve willingly invited in,” the man’s voice is slow and deep, nearly enough so to make sense but Y/N has a headache now along with everything else and she really just wants to go to sleep.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” Y/N whimpers, pulling herself onto her bed. Her head is spinning but she feels mellow suddenly, eyelids drooping, inhaling a delicate scent of vanilla and lime. In the chaos, she realises she’s stopped crying, and even the attempt to recall the day’s events are blocked as if something is stopping her from thinking.

“I guess we’ll try again once you’ve slept,” she hears the man sigh and sit down, presumably in the chair she first saw him in. But her eyes are closed now and she feels herself drifting away into a blissful slumber.

When Y/N wakes up she thinks she’s just had the weirdest dream in the history of dreams. The sun is streaming through her open curtains, a gentle breeze from the window, and she can’t remember how long she’s been asleep but she must’ve gone through the whole night. She’s so disorientated that she nearly forgets that the work incident wasn’t contained in her sleep fantasy, but before she can start the loop inside her head again, her organs chirp up and Y/N hobbles to the bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet, she’s able to assess the damage to her ankle; the skin is bruising, a purple and green hue creeping over the swelling. Y/N is pretty sure it’s Friday, but she’s also pretty sure that she’s assumed to be sick after rushing out of the office building and into her car quicker than she has ever moved in her life. Maybe she’ll message Imogen and ask her to cover for her.

The only thing Y/N wants is to crawl back into bed and hug her pillow and maybe cry some more, so she finishes up in the bathroom, finds some painkillers in the cabinet and limps back to the comfort of her sheets. She climbs under and sits against her pillows, taking the pills with the two-day-old glass of water on her bedside table.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” The man from her dream appears in the doorway, sipping from her favourite mug.

Y/N jolts, spilling water all over her covers, and memories she assumed were a part of her dream materialise in front of her, along with a familiar vanilla and lime scent. And she’s too tired and fed up to move, a tiny part of her feeling as though he would’ve tried something by now if he was going to at all.

But she’s frowning at him. “That’s my favourite mug! I’d rather you didn’t use that.” Her voice is congested and croaky, but her annoyed tone isn’t missed—priorities clearly well in check.

The man tilts his head slightly as if caught off guard. “But I’m not finished.” He gestures with his hand that’s holding the mug. He seems mellow and suddenly so does Y/N and it would be so easy for her to lie down and close her eyes.

“How did you get into my house? Did you chloroform me last night?” She asks, head suddenly fuzzy. “Are you doing it right now?” Words coming out in mumbles.

“You summoned me. No. And no.” He doesn’t move from the doorway, only adjusting to lean against the frame.

“Stop saying that! I didn’t summon you, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Why do I feel so foggy?” She clumsily puts the glass down, banging it about a couple of times before letting go.

“I’m trying to keep you calm so I can do my job properly, last night was a little intense, hm?”

“What do you mean? How did you get here?” Y/N is starting to get frustrated with the number of times she’s asked him that question. “Can you stop talking in riddles?”

“Sure, I’ll humour you,” he sighs. “Are you going to freak out if I sit down?” He nods to the chair he’d appeared in last night. She shakes her head faintly, eyes following him as he takes a seat. “I’m a demon. I spend my life catering to people. When somebody wants something done, very often a lazy human, they can summon a demon to do it for them. But not without some sort of price. So, you’ve clearly gone through something, oh so traumatic,” he pouts mockingly, “and you summoned me to make things better. Is that right, sad, little thing?”

Y/N is inclined to laugh right in his face, but the word demon is hanging over her head like a big, red DANGER sign and she second-guesses herself. So she shakes her head again. “No,” she sniffles, utterly overwhelmed. “Stop messing with my head.”

He stretches out in the chair, like a big cat who has just woken from a nap. “Are you gonna get all teary again if I do? I really can’t be bothered to wait for you to sleep it off a second time.”

She’s shaking her head vigorously this time, and it’s almost like she can see the sweet smell of vanilla and lime dancing away until all the tendrils have been sucked out the window. And the panic rises immediately, her chest constricting as she tries to breathe in and it gets stuck. The man rolls his eyes, drinking the rest of the cup’s contents before placing it on the floor.

“I’ve put your favourite mug down,” he pulls a mocking, tight-lipped smile, as if that would quell the anxiety of having him in her bedroom. “Now tell me why were you crying yesterday. Quickly.”

“I don’t want your help,” she says quietly, closing her eyes to block as much of him out as possible—trying to breathe. “You can go, I don’t need your help.”

“Ah, well, that’s not how it works, is it? I told you how it works. There’s a price. I can’t leave until I fulfil my job and you pay me.” He starts picking at his nails which Y/N notices are painted a pretty, blush colour. She looks at her own, a nude that she only recently put on, already chipping.

“I don’t care, I want you to go, please,” tears are brimming her eyes and she finds herself looking away so he doesn’t ridicule her for crying again. “I unsummon you, or whatever.”

“You said you weren’t going to cry,” she looks up, causing a drop to spill over and she wipes it away quickly. “If you don’t tell me what you were weeping over, I will force you to. And I don’t think you’ll enjoy that very much.”

Y/N doesn’t want to know how he would do that, so she gives in. “I just had a bad day,” she starts. She thinks once she says it all out loud it’ll get better… maybe. The man looks at her, expectantly. “It was the first day we were all meeting our new boss and I was so excited to get to work, but my period had started which meant my emotions were haywire, and I twisted my ankle, and my favourite cereal was all gone, and—”

“—Your favourite cereal was all gone? Really? That’s important to why you were crying?” He scoffs, “Humans are so odd.”

“Do you want me to tell you or not?” Y/N frowns at him, placing her arms around herself in a hug. He gives a dismissive look. “So I was restless, and my ankle hurt, and I hadn’t even got to work yet. And then I arrived and I met Gen, and she’d brought me a tea,” she breathes in, “and then we get in the elevator, and I’m trying to stay calm—I thought I was doing a pretty good job too, but then we get to our floor and we walk to our desks and—” She inhales shakily, bottom lip wobbling.

“Come on, you’re getting somewhere.” He somewhat encourages, mouth curled upwards derisively but eyes gentle.

“Well, I realise I’ve left my phone in my car and I’m rushing because the boss was arriving soon and I decided to run the stairs, as the lift takes too long and I hate standing still when I’m nervous.” Her words are nearly indecipherable. “So I start to go down the stairs and I’m thinking really loudly so I can’t hear anyone else coming up, plus my ankle is screaming. And—and I run straight into the boss and she falls down the stairs—” Y/N breaks off in a snivel, “I could’ve killed her! She could’ve broken her neck or something, and I didn’t know what to do, so I just ran to my car and I left! Who does that? I’m so embarrassed, and upset, and I feel so guilty that I just left her there because I freaked out and—”

“That’s it?” The man stands up, clear disbelief written all over his face.

“What do you mean, that’s it?” Some of Y/N’s upset is displaced by the imminent shock she feels as he stands up, and she watches as his eyes fill with a blackness as dark as ink, swirling in smoky tendrils, until the whites and pupils are completely cloaked. “You’re just a spoiled brat, aren’t you?” He tuts. “Sitting there, crying your eyes out because you tripped a woman up.

“You know people summon me to kill? To enact revenge on the most evil of injustices. And I’m here because you pushed a woman down the stairs.” He scoffs, eyes still void of colour as he walks to the window, opening it as much as possible, and leaning his palms against the frame.

“Are you going to kill me?” Y/N asks, unsurprised that a man who claims to be a demon is a murderer but aware once again that he is in her bedroom.

“For fuck’s sake, you don’t listen, do you? No, I’m not going to kill you,” he looks over his shoulder, glancing at her dishevelled state. “I very easily could though,” he steps to the foot of her bed. “You’re a delicate, little thing. And you’ve hurt yourself so you can’t run away. I could end it all so quickly you wouldn’t even feel it, or I could drag it out forever. I could suspend you in a permanent state of dying.” His words die out, ending in a whisper, hand reaching for her leg over the covers and Y/N jerks it back—watching a grin appear.

Y/N doesn’t know how to look at him, scared that if she stares into his eyes for too long her heart will slowly stop beating or that she’ll wither like a plant. Either way, it’s like she can’t blink. It’s as if she can feel her pupils dilating, brain struggling to catch up with what she’s seeing in front of her. The man only grins wider, trailing his finger across the patterns on her sheets.

“I suppose I better help you out then, hm? And then you can pledge your soul to me and all of this will be over.”

Y/N flinches, “Pledge my what?”

“Well, what else would you expect from a demon?” He’s still smiling but his eyes are clearing and through the ink, his green irises are revealed once again.

“I don’t know… Money? Why would anyone pledge their soul to a—” She catches herself and looks at him, cautiously. He’s staring at her, mouth upturned.

“A what? Careful, now.” He walks around to the side of her bed, peering down at her whilst fiddling with the glass on her bedside table. She’s never felt so naked in her entire life as she does right now.

“You know,” she blinks meekly, “you said you kill people—”

“—Bad people.” He interjects.

“Okay, well that still makes you a murderer… so pledging my soul to you, or whatever, just sounds like a really bad idea. I don’t get how this helps me at all—you can’t kill my boss.”

Sighing, he says, “I’m really losing my patience with you now. Get up,” authority in his voice as he grabs her upper arm and tugs, causing her legs to tangle with the sheets as she is torn from her position. Y/N yelps and instinctively shoots her other arm out for support, inadvertently punching him in the stomach. He lets out a disgruntled noise and pulls the hand off of his body immediately, dragging her with more force so she can stand upright.

“Ow!” Y/N cries, “I can’t stand on it.” Her face is crumpled, looking towards the floor and she feels his grip loosen as he recognises she’s hurt.

He sighs again and gets down on one knee, pulling her socked foot onto his thigh—albeit very gently. She wobbles and grips his shoulders.

The man rolls his eyes, “Should call you Bambi, can’t balance for the life of you.” He goads.

“W-what are you doing?”

He doesn’t reply, nudging her sock to reveal the swollen skin of her ankle and brushing his fingertips over it. Y/N feels an electric warmth spread up her leg and releases a breath as the pain slowly ebbs away.

“It’s not mended, but you won’t feel it anymore,” he says, standing up. Her eyes trail up to meet his, mouth agape as she puts her weight on her foot and registers the lack of strain.

“How did you do that?” She whispers.

He grins and wiggles his fingers, “Magic,” before he takes a hold of her elbow and they vanish.

They surface, and the building in which Y/N works looms over her ominously—the inevitable walk of shame taunting her and she can feel her brain start to whir; fight or flight program ready to boot up. Y/N spins, hoping to make a quick exit and return to her wallowing in self-pity, but there’s a hand on her elbow so she doesn’t get far at all.

“How did we get here?” She tries to shrug him off, “Let go.”

The man drops her elbow, “No please, Bambi?” He feigns hurt and tuts disapprovingly.

Y/N grumbles and rolls her eyes, “If you’re going to call me that, then I think it’s only fair that I get to call you something.”

“Call me Harry,” he says.

“That’s not what I meant!” Y/N grits, fighting the urge to stomp like a child.

“You didn’t specify.” Harry flashes a smug grin. She thinks the name is rather ordinary for a demon, but it’s pretty—like him, she supposes. He’s tall, and has tattoos, and paints his nails, and has soft-looking hair. Y/N catches herself and immediately feels silly.

Harry is watching her and suddenly the idea of going to work doesn’t feel so bad. “What are we doing here?” She sighs.

“We’re here to get rid of your problem. G’na glamour the building, make everyone forget, yeah? Take my arm.” He holds his forearm out and Y/N takes it unconvincingly.

“What do you mean, glamour? Is this dangerous? What if someone sees us?” She babbles, watching as Harry turns his full attention to the building. Y/N is too frazzled to notice the words he utters under his breath or that his eyes are cloaked in darkness once again, only vaguely picking up on the scent she’s quickly come to associate with the demon standing next to her. She can’t believe she’s actually referring to him as a demon; she wants to believe it’s all one, big, mean joke but he literally fucking teleported them here. Gosh—Y/N’s headache is debilitating at this point.

“As long as you keep holding on, no one will see us,” Harry assures, muttering a few more words before alerting Y/N, “I’m all done.”

“Done? But nothing happened.”

“Promise you, something happened,” he says. “Now everyone thinks you went home sick yesterday and are coming in late today. And the boss fell down the stairs of her own accord so she’ll be in bed for a couple of days, no lasting damage.”

“What about when they go home? Will they—”

Harry shakes his head vehemently, “What kind of help would that be, hm? Make them forget but only for a little bit, don’t be silly. No one will remember.”

She nods to herself, shaking her hands in front of her, “Okay,” breathing in slowly, deeply, trying to psyche herself up, “okay. What now?”

He nods at the building, “You’ve got work, no?”

Y/N splutters, “But I don’t have my stuff with me! I don’t even have my car, Harry, how will I get home? And I’m still in the clothes I wore yesterday, I’m a mess.” She looks down at herself, distressed, rubbing at her face which is still puffy from all the crying. Harry sighs, thinking that this human must be doing something wrong to be struggling in life this much.

“What time do you finish?”

“Five o’clock.”

He glances at the watch on his wrist. It’s twelve. “I guess I’ll meet you here, then. Try not to push anyone else down the stairs,” he mocks, a sickeningly sweet smile on his face.

Y/N scowls and starts to hesitantly walk into the office. She chances a look behind her just to see if he’s waving her off like a proud mother—but he has gone—and the only proof he was ever there hangs in the air, before the smell disappears too.

To say Y/N is overwhelmed would be an understatement. Walking into work being an easy task was exactly what she wanted and yet she can’t help but feel guilty, like she’s got this huge illegal secret. But what could she do about it anyway? It’s not like she’s going to phone the boss and say, Oh, by the way, I actually met you yesterday but I nearly killed you by pushing you down the stairs, so I went home crying, and I accidentally summoned a demon and he made you forget so there’s no harm done!

She would be fired on the spot. Or sent to an asylum.

But she can’t focus, and she thinks maybe she should be admitted to an asylum because now that she has time to think… What the fuck? Demons? Glamours? This was stuff from the TV, not real life. And yet Y/N had inadvertently brought it right to her doorstep, just by crying! It’s so silly but the anxiety is rising and Y/N’s palms are starting to sweat, and she hasn’t done a single thing since sitting at her desk (over half an hour ago) and, quite frankly, it’s pissing her off.

Imogen had brought her a tea which Y/N appreciates but only makes her more uneasy with the memory of yesterday. She can feel her eyes on her from across the office, concern clearly plastered over her usually bright face. Y/N meets her gaze and tries to give a reassuring smile that probably comes across as more of a grimace because Imogen is wheeling her way over on her office chair immediately.

“You okay, Y/N?” She asks, hesitantly.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine!” Y/N says a little too enthusiastically. “I’m just a little out of it today, sorry,” she fiddles with her fingers. Imogen looks her over a couple of times.

“I think you’re still sick, maybe you should go home,” Imogen smiles softly, eyes filled with worry.

“Oh no, really, I’m fine, Gen!” Maybe if she says it enough, it’ll become the truth. But as she stares back at Imogen she’s only really focused on the fact that her eyes aren’t clouding with dark shadows.

“You’ve made your lip bleed,” she points out, and Y/N notices the tang of blood on her tongue. She’s eating away at herself, literally—she licks it away quickly, embarrassed at her inability to keep composed.

Imogen stands, “Come on, let’s go to the bathroom—take a break, yeah?”

Y/N can only nod, even though she has just arrived at work, wiping her palms on her thighs before following Imogen to the toilets. She holds the heavy door open for Y/N as they go inside and Y/N immediately stumbles, holding in a gasp as she sees Harry leaning against the counters with his arms folded across his chest.

“Are you feeling dizzy?” Imogen asks, gently placing a hand on her back for support. Y/N barely registers the question, eyes locked with Harry as he smirks at her, clearly enjoying the bewilderment and turmoil he’s putting her through.

“Uh, a little bit, I think I need to sit down,” Y/N breathes, eyes flicking back and forth between Harry and Imogen, checking that Imogen definitely couldn’t see him.

“Come on,” she leads her to a stall, pushing the door open and closing the toilet seat cover for Y/N to sit on.

“Thank you, Gen, I—I think I just need a minute and then I’ll be fine.”

“I’m not sure, babe, you look rough.” She touches her forehead, “You’re burning up, Y/N, will you be safe to drive home?”

Y/N is still staring at Harry, “Yeah, I’ll be fine,” she hates that he will have to take her home but she doesn’t want to explain to Imogen where her car is, “I’ll be fine.”

“Okay. I’ll go and get you some nice, cold water,” she rubs Y/N’s knee comfortingly before leaving the bathroom. And Y/N is standing up instantly, albeit very wobbly.

“Harry!” She’s cross. “Why are you here?” He unfolds his arms and walks towards her, placing his hands on her shoulders and forcing her to sit back down. “Stop it! I didn’t even know demons existed twenty-four hours ago and now you’re fucking everywhere.”

“I know, Bambi. I’ll take you home,” he’s gentle, and it angers Y/N more but she’s exhausted—and when did she get so lightheaded? But she’s still aware enough to be agitated when she realises he called her Bambi despite Imogen saying her name in front of him.

“I don’t want you to,” she complains.

“I know.” He repeats.

Imogen comes back in suddenly and Y/N doesn’t think anything of it, assuming Harry is still invisible but she makes a confused noise, “Who are you?”

Harry only steps up to her and looks directly into her eyes, taking the bottle of water from her hand. “You don’t remember this. You escorted Y/N to her car because she wasn’t feeling well, and now you’re freshening up in the bathroom.”

And before Y/N can even try to shout at Harry for invading her friend’s head, he’s taking her wrist and they’re dissipating.

They reappear in her bedroom and Y/N stumbles her way into the bathroom, falling on her knees and resting her forehead on the toilet seat—she doesn’t think she’ll actually be sick but she needs to feel grounded. Trying to focus on her breathing and the cool feel of the plastic on her skin, Y/N closes her eyes and supposes she could fall asleep but then Harry (fucking Harry) steps around her and turns the shower on.

“Come on, Y/N, you’ll feel better,” he tries, his voice still disgustingly soft.

Y/N closes her eyes tighter, “I don’t need you here, Harry, go away.”

“Don’t be ungrateful,” he spits, immediately void of tenderness. “I didn’t have to bring you home, I could’ve left you stranded at work.”

“I’m only in this mess because of you! You’re the reason I didn’t have my car,” Y/N bites back.

Harry can’t be bothered to get into it now, “Get in the shower. I won’t tell you again.” He orders, before leaving the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. Y/N rolls her eyes but she stands up. Not because he told her to, but because she was going to shower anyway—she tells herself. There’s little energy left in her body and the thought of a bath is much nicer but she’d probably just fall asleep in it. So she takes off her nearly two-day-old clothing and lets out a little whine of relief before stepping under the hot stream and pulling across the shower curtain.

When she leaves the shower after fifteen—blissfully tranquil—minutes, she’s surprised to see one of her oversized sleep shirts and a towel on top of the toilet seat cover. Y/N grumbles under her breath at the nice gesture and scoffs at the lack of underwear he brought in with the shirt. “Pervert,” she mutters.

“I heard that,” Harry says from her bedroom, and she thinks she’d rather like to punch him. Quickly, she dries off and throws the shirt on before sitting on the toilet. It pools over her thighs. “You would’ve accused me of the same thing if I had gone through your drawers,” his voice is ice cold.

“I need underwear, I’m on my period, you dick,” Y/N says, patience worn thin. She hears him bang her drawers shut before the bathroom door is swung open and he throws the underwear in her general direction, eyes averted, “Oh please, I’m decent,” her voice is acidic and Harry’s anger is simmering as he looks at her, expression eerily unaffected.

“I preferred you when you were crying,” he hisses, before slamming the door closed.

Y/N is about ready to scream bloody murder and push Harry out of her window as she finishes up in the bathroom, grumbling away to herself. She’s grateful her tears have been replaced with rage, much less forlorn, she thinks. And she knows exactly what she’s going to say to him, and he’ll leave whether he likes it or not.

“Okay Harry, it’s been fun—” Y/N starts as she enters her bedroom, but she stops when she sees Harry lying on her bed, one arm behind his head with the other draped over his stomach. “Get up,” she grits, spotting the pillow Harry had first taken from her, lying by the door, before picking it up.

“What are you going to do with that?” He smirks, closing his eyes, looking ever so comfortable on her bed. Y/N climbs up next to him and brings the pillow down with as much force as she can muster. Harry barely releases a breath but his eyes shoot open. She hits him again, “Get out—” and again, “—of my—” and again, “—house! Get out!”

“You do that one more time…” Harry seethes, never moving a muscle. Y/N is rattled by just how rattled she feels by this man; sure that this anger is unmatched by anything she’s ever experienced, and her arms move before her brain does, whacking him again.

She barely sees him move but suddenly she’s on her back with her arms pinned above her head, nearly off the end of the bed. Harry is hovering over her, eyes pitch black, and Y/N’s own widen briefly in shock. She almost feels excitement bubble up in eliciting this reaction out of him, in winning their argument. Or so she thinks.

Y/N tries to kick at him, knee hitting his abdomen but he’s quick to sit on her thighs and she’s squirming desperately, an angry whine escaping her lips.

“Stop.” His voice is deep, authoritative. “Stop before I make you,” and Y/N’s breath catches as she stares, unblinking, up into his eyes. He leans down and grazes his lips over the shell of her ear. “This isn’t a game. Angering a demon on purpose is a very silly thing to do, Y/N.” She swallows, aware of the weight of his body on her legs and his mouth so close to her skin. “Assuming I won’t kill you just because I said I wouldn’t,” he whispers, the air hot against her neck. A noise gets caught in her throat.

She shakes her head, “Please don’t, I’m sorry.”

“Mmm, I thought so. You g’na stop being so petulant?”

Y/N nods, “Yes,” she exhales.

“Good. You gonna promise me your soul?”

Her head is so fuzzy she nearly agrees again but then her eyes shoot open, “No!” And she’s shaking her head violently. But he’s quick to grab her jaw. He forces her head to stop moving and he’s glaring at her so intensely that she thinks he might set her on fire.

“Calm down,” he removes his weight from her legs and sits to the side of her, bringing her arms down to rest on either side of her head. “You know, you didn’t even thank me for helping you. S’not very nice. And if you won’t pledge your soul to me then I suppose I’ll just have to take the glamour away.”

“Harry, No!” She gasps, all the anger she’d had completely dissipating and she wants so badly to be furious, but she can only panic. “Please don’t do that.”

“You’ll have to promise me something then.” She nods, “Never antagonise a demon like that ever again.”

Y/N sighs, relieved, “Like I’ll run into another one any time soon. I had managed to avoid them for over two decades.”

“We’re around more than you realise. I’m serious, Y/N. Promise me, or I’ll make everyone remember. It really doesn’t affect me.”

“I promise,” she huffs.

He slowly releases his grip from her wrists, seemingly satisfied. “Come on—into bed,” Harry pries her sheets back.

“But it’s like two p.m.”

“Yeah, and you’ve had a tough few days believing in demons and whatnot, so it’s time for bed.”

She finds herself doing what he says, sitting up and climbing under her sheets, “I can’t believe I’m actually listening to you.”

“I can.” He watches to make sure she lies down properly before making his way towards the door. “I’ll know if you break your promise,” he says, pausing in the doorway, broad back facing her. He’s gone before Y/N can ask how, but a deep-rooted sense of dread settles in her stomach as if she has made a deal with the devil. And she supposes that she very well might have done.

Y/N’s refusal to pledge her soul really doesn't affect Harry in the slightest; demons could survive on whatever they chose to. Harry has always chosen to reap souls after their pledgers have passed away, usually from natural causes. Or he’ll take them from whichever prick he deems evil enough to snuff out of existence. But if he decides tomorrow that he wants to suck every last drop of blood from his victims to sustain himself instead, then his body would cope just fine. Not that Harry would ever enjoy that. He could choose not to eat or drink at all if he really wanted to, but he’d tried that once when he’d had to take care of his mother as a child, and it was the most miserable week ever. He’d been far too wired to think about stopping for himself, but once she started feeling better he realised how much he’d missed food. Harry found, after years of experimenting, that culling souls is the most effective way of squashing the demon guilt he unnaturally feels, whilst also maintaining his demonic capacity.

He decides to walk, needing the fresh air. He admittedly feels a little silly for his behaviour, pinning Y/N down like that and causing her heart to nearly beat out of her chest. He just wasn’t expecting an outburst like that from her; she’d been so distraught when they’d first met—a weepy thing. And the next thing he knows, she's whacking him about with a pillow—not menacing in the slightest but he’ll admit it did take him by surprise. But she needed to be scared of him, scared of his species; it's easy to trust them in their human vessels but they are in no way similar other than visually. That’s how he justifies behaving the way he did. And maybe that’s why he feels the need to get outside, to let the cold breeze shock him. To really register what the fuck is going on.

Harry hasn’t given himself the time to question how he was summoned by someone who doesn’t know how to do it, and he’s tried hard to believe that she was lying but how could she be? How could she be when he’d appeared in that chair and she was sobbing with her head in her hands; no candles, no books, no incantations, nothing? It feels like the start of something Harry has no interest in being involved with, which is why looking back, he’s very relieved that the reason for her crying was so ridiculously simple, despite his reaction suggesting otherwise. He had felt inconvenienced and undervalued when she’d told him her problem; another job he was extremely overqualified to deal with, but now he thinks maybe it's a blessing that it wasn’t something worse. If she’d wanted someone dead then he might’ve been more concerned about her inadvertent summoning, but perhaps this is a one-off and he’ll never hear from her again.

He really hopes that will be the case.

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How I think the Hazbin crew are as parents 🏨

(CW: mentions of child abuse in Alastor’s section, mentions of Valentino and Angel’s past, mentions of Husk’s past with Alastor)

Charlie:

Absolutely a loving mother

Maybe a little too loving

You know how she comes across as too sweet to her friends, loved ones and complete strangers?

Yeah that's not changing with her kids

I’m not even entirely sure she’s gonna discipline her kids

I genuinely believe if her kids are acting up, her main issue is that she’s “a bad mom” and she’s gonna spiral in front of her kids so badly that they’re just gonna stop acting up and behave

She also strikes me as the type of parent that a little too involved in their kid’s lives

Sometimes it’s good because she’s showing interest in her kids lives and really, who doesn’t want that from their parents?

But like…sometimes you don’t need your parents to know everything that’s going on in your life, ya feel me?

There is such a thing as too supportive

And Charlie is that overly supportive, overly optimistic mom that kinda tries a little too hard to be a “cool” mom that can be friends with her kids and all their friends

It’s embarrassing

But her kids know deep down that she’d die for them in a heartbeat

They just wish she wasn’t so…extra

Vaggie:

She’s simultaneously the chill parent and the scary parent you just don’t fuck with

She strikes me as someone who lives by the saying “respect is not given, it’s earned”

She respects her kids boundaries and desires(within reason) and they in turn give that same respect back

And because of that, breaking her trust/respect is a no no

Like if she has a kid that tells her that they’re gonna hang out with friends, and she finds out they they lied and they went to a sex club to drink and do drugs, God help that kid

Worst part is that I feel like if she’s reeeeeally mad and hurt, her anger is silent and cold

That’s when her kids know someone fucked up bad

But as long as no one breaks anyone else’s trust/respect, all is good and her kids know they can go to her for anything and she’ll do her best to help

Alastor:

Oh god

I feel so sorry for any kids this mf has

Like probably wouldn’t cuz he’s aro/ace and Viv has confirmed in past streams he’s not really someone who’d want kids or even properly take care of kids

But let’s just pretend he has one or two

He’s not gonna be a great dad

First of all, I fully believe his parenting style is gonna change drastically depending on if he’s around sons or daughters

Any daughters he has are going to be treated like royalty

He’ll gladly have tea parties with them

He’ll gossip with them and ofc auntie Rosie

He’ll even drop everything he’s doing to treat them a girls day with them, complete with a spa day, shopping and fine dining

Any sons he has will probably have the opposite situation

Al would take little, if any interest in their lives

Once they learn to walk, talk and have awareness of the world around them, they’re practically on their own

If they’re hungry, they better learn to cook

If they need new clothes, they can earn the money for new clothes or make it themselves

If they want their father’s attention, they have to earn it & that usually means they have to be exactly like him for him to even start to care about his sons

This behavior most likely stems from how his mother treated him in life vs how his father treated him

Look at how he treats characters like Rosie, Mimzy and Niffty vs characters like Husk, Lucifer and Vox

It does unfortunately carry over into how he disciplines his kids

The girls will get lecturers and they’ll be grounded

If they did something particularly bad, he might spank them or hit their hands with a ruler or something but nothing extreme

His sons though…they’ll most likely receive beatings…

No lectures

Just cold, unyielding, lashes

Alastor’s really just someone who shouldn’t be a father…or at least, not have sons

Angel Dust:

He’d be such a good dad!

This man would die for his kids in a heartbeat!

He is a tad overprotective of them tbh

He absolutely does not want them near the p0rn district of Hell, especially if Valentino is there

He would sell his soul again to get his kids out of a contract but he’d rather avoid a situation where his kids have sold their souls outright

He’s also fair when it comes to exploring substances

He understands they’re all in hell and teenagers get curious

That being said, he’s flat out warn them with lighter stuff like alcohol and weed what it feels like to be drunk/high and what the side effects are

Stuff like cocaine though? No, absolutely not

He’ll tell them exactly what it’s like and why it’s not worth it

“The high ain’t worth it, you’ll feel worse than shitty once you’ve sobered up and you’re lucky if you just get a headache in the days after.”

His kids respect that he’s upfront with his knowledge so they usually take his word on it and heed his advice

He does try to hide a bit of his past from them

Not in a “they must never know” kinda way

It’s more like a “they’re too young to fully understand the severity of the shit I went through” kinda deal

Once they’re older, he’ll be honest about everything with them if they ask

Very supportive of his kids

They know they can come to him about anything and they usually do

Like if one of his kids comes out to him as trans for example, first thing he’s gonna do is smile and let them know that regardless of any physical changes, he still loves them

Will absolutely help them with a new wardrobe, hair style and even get them a pin or flag, whatever they’d like more

He also loves cooking with his kids

In those moments where they’re cracking jokes, spilling this week’s latest tea and just being a happy family that makes him realize he finally found that tomorrow to live for

Husk:

Another good dad!

A bit of an odd dad, but still a good dad

Part of why I say he’d be an odd dad is cuz a lot of his cat like instincts go into overdrive

For example: it’s quite common for cats to clean their kittens with their tongues

He loves his kids, he wants to keep them clean, he can’t stop himself from cleaning his babies

Hell take lots of cat naps with his kids in sunny spots at every opportunity he has

He purrs a lot more when his kids are around and just chillin

He also meows a lot at his kids when they newborn - toddler aged

The other part of his oddness as a father comes from the fact that he’s an older man and is oddly chill in times where you’d expect him to blow up

Like if he they’re helping him clean and they accidentally break something, he won’t get mad at them

Hell make a shitty joke

“Don’t work kiddo, gravity ain’t exactly our friend. Bitch probably hates us cuz we can fly.”

He also develops a sixth sense for kids, specifically when they’re about to do something stupid

To be fair, his best friend lover is Angel Dust so it’s not hard for him to sense stupidity

Tell me this isn’t the face of a man who felt a stupid thought and immediately pinpointed exactly who had said thought

It’s stronger with his kids

The second they think something stupid like “Dad can drink an entire bottle of ever clear and be fine, so I should be able to as well” he immediately shuts that shit down

He could be clear across pentagram city and still have his dad sense go off and he’ll reflexively call his kids while he’s sprinting in their general direction

Funnily enough he's absolutely the kind of dad who of he sees his kid come in with a bloody nose and he senses the situation isn't dangerous, he asks "did you win?"

If his kid answers yes, he high fives them XD

If they say no, they talk mad shit together

He’s a very blunt man so ofc he’s a very blunt dad

He’ll warn his kids about people like Al and why you can’t trust everyone

He’ll impart his wisdom on how to read people so they can keep themselves safe

He’ll also warn them about biting off more than they can chew so they don’t end up selling their souls to someone like Al like he did

He’s also very honest about his past

He knows his kids aren’t dumb so they’ll find out the truth eventually and he’d rather it’s through him than Alastor

In general he’d just rather not have Al messing with his kids

He’s also a actions over words kinda guy

So while he will tell his kids he loves them verbally, hes gonna do things for them more often than not

Like if they’re having a bad day, he’ll make them their favorite meal and let them vent for as long as they need to

If they cry, he won’t say a word, he’ll just pull them into a hug and let them cry out all their sadness and frustration

Even if it’s something as simple as them just not sleeping well the night before and waking up crabby, he’ll wordlessly make their favorite breakfast and take them out for a personal day later

He’s got a gruff exterior but his kids will only ever know his softer side if he has anything to say about it

Niffty:

….I’m conflicted with this one

On one hand, I know for a fact she could handle the house work and child rearing on her own

She’s got endless energy and is more than capable so the practical stuff isn’t the issue

It’s the actual raising of any potential children

Like if they aren’t genetically born with her unhinged personality, I feel like that’s something that they’re definitely gonna learn to do as they grow older

I also kinda feel like she’d let them be do things they just shouldn’t be doing

Like you know how she was in the oven while baking cookies???

Yeah…she’d have little to no issues with her kids doing that

That’s not to say she doesn’t love her kids!

She does with every fiber of her being!

Which is terrifying

Like remember how she scared the shit out of Val for messing with Angel?

Bare in mind, Angel is her friend, and she still went out of her way to make Valentino feel scared

Imagine someone messing with her kids

They would not survive

I’d even go so far as to that her protectiveness of her children would scare even Alastor

I do genuinely think she’d be a pretty good mom

But I feel like for the safety of everyone in hell, she shouldn’t have kids

Both because one Nifty is all we need and a Nifty with malicious intent is a force not even Lucifer could stop

Sir Pentious:

He’d be such an embarrassing dad

His kids would absolutely love and adore him without question

But he’s such a dork and even his kids see this

He uses modern slang incorrectly to his kids friends

He’d wear what he thought was fashion that’s “hip with youths” in public

And you bet every penny you have that he’s gonna do TikTok dances in public…horribly

Mans is the embodiment of this meme ⬆️

But he loves his kids and he’d do anything for them

He’s gonna fumble along the way

But that’s never gonna stop him from doing his best

He’s also a bit awkward and over the top in how he shows his love for his kids

Like if a birthday is coming up and he knows his kid wants a new phone but he has no idea what phone model they specifically wanted, he’s buying every model available

Sure he coulda just asked, but that makes way too much sense

Buying one of every phone makes much more sense 😤

Same thing with treats

His kid is having a bad day and he knows they like chocolate?

He’s buying all the chocolate in pentagram city

Why?

For chocolate related emergencies

He’s so ever the top but his kids low key love that about him

#Hazbin Hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #hazbin hotel vaggie #Alastor #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel alastor #Angel Dust #hazbin hotel angel dust #Husk #Husker #hazbin hotel husk #niffty #hazbin hotel niffty #sir pentious #hazbin hotel sir pentious

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 10 months

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Perfect For You : Part 2 (H.JS)

Word Count : 3.2k

Warnings : swearing, food mention, drinking, strippers mention, cheating mention, arguing, relationship insecurity

A/N : I apologize again for these taking so long to come out, but I promise I will finish this series! I'm still working on it while writing my other things. I hope you enjoy this part! Don't forget your tissues.

It’s been weeks, maybe it’s been months. She’s lost track, lost count of all the fights they’ve had that ended with him walking out and staying at the dorms. As if he still lives there, like this is just her house, not the one they share, not the one they were supposed to turn into a home.

She knew there would be fights when they moved in together, but she didn’t think it would get this bad. She didn’t think she would start questioning their entire relationship, wondering if there was even a point to be together.

But then he would come home with his honey I’m home smile and a bouquet of flowers, pulling her in for a kiss and apologizing with so much sincerity, it was impossible not to forgive him. The bliss would last a couple of days, a week if they were lucky, and then they were arguing again, and he was out the door.

Chan has texted her multiple times asking if everything was okay, if they were still together. Sometimes she stares at the text, typing out different responses. No we’re not. Delete. I don’t know, ask him. Delete. Just another fight. We’ll be okay. We always will be. Send.

She has a packed suitcase in the closet with all the essentials just in case she needs to leave. Just in case she finally has enough. But she knows she’ll never have enough. She loves Jisung far too much to ever walk away.

“Fuck! I just want to come home and relax sometimes! I don’t need you up my ass the second I walk through the door.” She took a deep breath, holding in her tears. Chan warned her beforehand that Jisung didn’t have a good day today, to take it easy on him.

“I just asked what you wanted for dinner.” She mumbled, shuffling back into the kitchen to make something for herself. Jisung sighed and rolled his eyes.

“You always have to pick a fight about something. I’ll just go to the dorms.” He picked his bag up off the floor, getting ready to leave, when she finally snapped.

“You’re there all the time these days, might as well just fucking move back in!” Jisung jumped at the sudden raise in her voice, and his heart broke at the thought of living without her. He didn’t want to move back into the dorms, he wanted to live with her. He wanted to spend forever by her side.

“Maybe I will.” But he has his pride. He won’t be the first to cave, he won’t be the first to apologize.

As soon as the door closed, she fell to the floor, holding her knees to her chest as she cried. It was hard continuing a relationship that doesn’t seem like it should continue. But she couldn’t walk away, she was in too deep, too in love with Jisung.

So she cried, she sobbed, until she had a headache and she ran out of tears. She thought about the suitcase in the closet. Picked herself up off the floor to grab it, but as soon as she saw her clothes hung up beside his, she put it back.

Now that she knows what it’s like to live with Jisung, she’s not sure she can live without him. She can’t live without ever hearing his voice yelling her name as he walks through the door. Can’t live without seeing her clothes next to his in the closet. Can’t live without seeing the memories of their relationship all around her. She can’t live without Jisung, so she washes up and goes to bed, hoping tomorrow would be a better day.

Jisung still wasn’t home when she woke up, but she figured the boys had a busy day, so she tried not to let it bother her. Tried not to let the lack of texts send her into a spiral. She just continued her routine as she would any other day. Kept repeating to herself that no news was good news. No news meant they were still together. No news meant he still loved her.

Breakfast, washing up, getting ready for the day. And then she sat in the living room, staring at her text conversation with Jisung, waiting, hoping, for a message to come through. But there was nothing. She didn’t want to text him and bother him if it was a busy day, so she decided to run some errands to keep her mind off everything.

“I love her so much, hyung, I could see myself marrying her. But lately it feels like we argue more than talk. She picks fights over everything. Sometimes I just want to come home and watch a show without having her in my ear asking about my day, asking if I ate, asking what I want for dinner.”

She really didn’t mean to listen in on his conversation. She was just carrying the groceries up to the house, smiling when she saw that Jisung was home, pacing outside while talking on the phone. She was happy he came home, happy that she didn’t have to come home to an empty house again.

But she could feel her heart breaking the closer she got, Jisung still not noticing her. “Sometimes I feel like she doesn’t even know how to do anything herself. She’s always asking for help.” She took a deep breath, pretending like she didn’t hear anything he said as he turned around, finally seeing her. “Hi baby, you’re back?” He said his goodbyes to whoever he was talking to, quickly holding his hands out to grab the bags from her.

“I got it babe. You just rest, okay?” She walked passed him, placing the bags on the island before walking back to her car and grabbing the rest of the bags. Jisung made his way to the kitchen to help put things away, but Y/n was persistent that he rest. “You must have had a hard day. I can put the groceries away.”

“Okay. Let me know if you need me for anything though. I’m going to have a quick shower and maybe a nap.” He gave her a quick kiss before heading upstairs to do as he said. As soon as she heard the water turn on, she let the tears fall.

He was pretending like nothing happened the day before, like they didn’t argue, and she’s okay with that. She’s okay with pretending it didn’t happen, okay with continuing on like everything is okay. But her heart was still breaking knowing how he truly feels. She always thought that the reason he hadn’t proposed yet was because of his schedule, but now she knows it’s because of her.

But he still loves her. She repeats that in her mind. He still loves her. There’s no need to grab the packed suitcase and run away. No need to leave. He still loves her, but there’s some parts of her he doesn’t love. And now that she knows what they are, she can change for him. She can be perfect for him.

“Did you cook?” Jisung asked as he shuffled into the kitchen after his nap. Y/n looked at him from her spot on the couch, pausing her show.

“Yeah. It’s in the fridge if you want it.” Jisung paused for a second, looking at his girlfriend smiling at him before returning to her show. Why didn’t she wake him up when she was cooking like she usually does? He already thought it was weird that she didn’t want help with groceries, and when he woke up hours passed the time he expected, he wondered if she was waiting for him so they could eat.

“Oh. I’m not feeling that. I think I might order in.” He spoke, mostly to himself, yet she hummed in response, paying more attention to her show than anything. He was waiting for her to complain about cooking so much food for it to go to waste because he wants to order in, but nothing. She just watched her show.

Did the fight yesterday cause more damage than he thought? He had hoped after they both calmed down, he could come back home like nothing happened. He was tired of all the fighting, he just wanted his girlfriend back. The girlfriend that would mirror all his affection, tell him she loved him at random times, the way he did with her. He wanted the girlfriend she was before they moved in together. Maybe Chan was wrong. Maybe they weren’t ready.

“Baby.” He whined, sitting beside her on the couch, resting his chin on her shoulder and staring at her face. She smiled as she turned her head slightly, just enough for him to kiss her lips quickly, causing a pink blush to dust her cheeks. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Sungie.” He smiled at her words, knowing that they could get through everything if they still loved each other. “What were you going to order?”

“Why? You hungry?” He chuckled, moving so he could tuck her under his arm, pulling out his phone for both of them to look through the options. “What are you feeling, my love?”

“You decide. I already ate so I’ll just get something small from wherever you order from.” He stared at her, wondering if the girl in his arms really was his girlfriend. She hated letting him choose the place to eat, saying he always chose the weirdest places, but he didn’t want to argue, so he chose his favourite.

“I’m telling you something happened. But I’m not complaining. At first I wanted my girlfriend back, but it’s like I’m falling in love all over again!” Jisung explained to Chan and Changbin.

“Oh please. She could get a haircut and you’d say it’s like falling in love all over again. You’re whipped for the girl.” Changbin scoffed, leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What’s she doing that makes you think things are better? Because last time we talked you were thinking of moving back to the dorms.” Changbin’s eyes widened at that information.

“Shit was that bad?” Jisung nodded, thinking back to the daily fights over nothing. All the nights he spent in the dorms, alone in his old bed, instead of beside her, holding her, whispering little nothings in her ear. But then he smiled thinking of the passed couple weeks.

“She basically lets me do anything I want!” He exclaimed. “No longer pesters me about my day. Doesn’t get mad when I want to order in instead of eating whatever she cooked. She even does the groceries by herself now. There’s been absolutely zero fights in the last couple weeks.”

“Should we put that to the test then?” Changbin smirked. He looked over to Chan for his approval. Chan just shrugged, not really caring about what Changbin had to say, about what he wanted to test Y/n on.

“What kind of test?” Jisung asked.

“Guys night. Let’s go to a strip club, get you a lap dance, maybe some fun for the night. See if she’d let you.” Jisung looked between Chan and Changbin, begging and pleading for Chan to disagree with Changbin, but Chan just shrugged.

“Could be fun.” Chan said. “Been a long time since we’ve had a proper guys night. We could invite the others as well.” Jisung looked between the two of them, wondering if this was a joke they were playing, wondering if the real person being tested was him. He didn’t want to agree. He didn’t want to cheat on his girlfriend. Things were bad but not once did he ever think of being without her or leaving her in anyway.

“Yeah.” Jisung replied. “Been a real long time.” He fiddled with his phone in his hands, opening her contact and then exiting out just to open it again. Over and over. What is he supposed to do?

“Call her. If she’s been so understanding lately and allowing you to do whatever, she’d let you do this.” Changbin pushed some more, wondering if Jisung would actually do it. Everyone knows how whipped Jisung is for Y/n. Ever since they started dating, Jisung hasn’t even looked at another girl.

“Right.” Jisung pulled up her contact one last time, calling her this time. Changbin chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he watched Jisung call Y/n.

What no one knew was that she was stood on the other side of the door, food in hand for the three hard working boys. Praying her phone wouldn’t ring with his ringtone. Hoping that she heard wrong. Her Jisung wouldn’t actually ask to cheat on her, would he? But when her phone started ringing, she set the food down and walked away.

She took a deep breath before answering the phone. “Hey my love! I just dropped some food off for you and the boys.” She tried her best not to sound upset. Tried to pretend like she didn’t know why he was calling.

“You did?” Jisung asked and she heard rustling on the other side of the line. “Why didn’t you knock? I would have loved to have you visit.” Tears welled up in her eyes when he said that. He was really going to pretend like he wasn’t thinking of cheating.

“Didn’t want to bother you. Besides I have so much to do today. Work hard, okay?” She hoped he wouldn’t see through her lie. That he wouldn’t know she scheduled her day around this. Planning on staying for a while, but it was obvious she wasn’t wanted there.

“You’re never a bother baby. But thank you so much for the food. I love you.” Tears started falling. How dare he tell her that he loves her.

“I love you too. Was there a reason you called?” Another deep breath, hoping he didn’t hear how shaking her breathing is. But he did. Jisung stood from his chair again, walking out of the room to check on her privately. Changbin and Chan both watched him in confusion, exchanging looks, and just shrugging it off.

“Baby are you crying?” He asked when he was alone. Pacing in the hallway outside the studio, running his fingers through his hair, worried that something happened to his girlfriend while he’s been working. “Talk to me baby, please.”

“I’m okay Sungie, promise.”

“You’d tell me if you weren’t?” He breathed a sigh of relief when she promised she would tell him if something was wrong. Then he looked towards the studio door and remembered why he had called in the first place. “Hey baby, you’d be okay if I went out for a guys night tonight, right?” She stopped in her tracks. “Been a while since the boys and I went out for a proper guys night.” He chuckled.

“Of course baby. Have fun with the boys.” She said as nicely as she could, putting on a fake smile though she knew he couldn’t see that. “I got to go though. So many things to get done. I love you so much.”

“I love you so much more, baby.” But did he?

“A toast to Y/n for being the most chill girlfriend in the world and allowing Jisung join us tonight.” Changbin said, holding his drink up, everyone following suit. They were all laughing and joking around as they clinked glasses. No one noticed the way Jisung was ready to leave. Part of him wishing she would have yelled at him for even asking to go on a proper guys night. Part of him wished she would yell at him about anything. Does she even care about their relationship anymore?

“Time to get you that lap dance, hey?” Chan teased, clapping a hand on his shoulder. Jisung looked around the table, seeing the excited faces of the others. They were all urging him to pick which girl he wanted. But he knew which girl he wanted. He knew it before he stepped through that door.

“I gotta go home.” He stood from the table, pushing passed Chan, and rushing out the door as fast as he could. Hailing down a cab and jumping into it as if he was in a drama. Telling the driver his address and restlessly moving around in the back. Bouncing his legs, staring out the window, checking the time.

She was going to be in bed, he knew that. She was going to be laying there all alone when he should have been next to her. How long has it been since they went to bed together? He’s always working late; she’s always going to bed alone. When was the last time he watched her do her nightly routine, thinking to himself about how much he loves her? When was the last time he woke up and held her while she cooked breakfast for them?

He’s been so focused on the fact that he’s been getting away with things she used to get upset at him about that he didn’t realize she’s been pulling away. Wait, is she pulling away or is he pushing her away? Was he pulling away?

The cab parked outside his house. Jisung quickly handed the driver some cash, telling him to keep the change, and jumping out, practically running up to the house. She was still going to be home right? She wouldn’t have left, would she? He wouldn’t blame her if she did. He doesn’t deserve the love she gives him with the way he’s been acting since they moved in together.

Quietly he stepped into the house, sliding his shoes off and slipping his slippers on. All the lights were off. It was dark and quiet and Jisung didn’t like that. He quietly walked up the stairs, seeing their bedroom door still slightly ajar, something she does so Jisung could come in without waking her. She expected him to come home. And that fact alone made his heart swell with joy. It wasn’t over.

He tiptoed into their room, seeing her peacefully asleep on the bed, holding a pillow, his pillow specifically, close to her chest. She lied, he sees that now. She wasn’t okay. She was breaking and she was doing it alone.

Jisung got ready for bed as quietly as he could, walking to his side of the bed, cooing at how cute she looked. “Baby I’m home. Cuddle me instead.” He said softly, a smile forming on his face when she blinked up at him, her face lighting up when she realized. Jisung took the pillow from her and crawled into bed, pulling her into his arms.

“Did you have fun?” She asked with a yawn, nuzzling her head into his chest.

“I didn’t even stay for one drink. Wanted to be home with my baby.” He answered, running his fingers through her hair. He didn’t realize how much he missed being with her like this until this moment.

“I love you so much Sungie.”

“I love you so much more baby.” He does. He really does.

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bronx-bomber87 · 6 months

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Happy Tuesday evening :) This is such a good one. Jealousy thy name is Lucy Chen is what this ep should be called. The Green eyed monster coming out real hard for her in this one. But then Lucy has no feelings for him right….

3x11 New Blood

Our ep starts out with our trio scoping the new rookies. Lucy talks to Katie first. Asking who her T.O. Is going to be? We find out Tim is her new teacher. Lucy is tying not to gush too much about him. Saying she will learn so much but trails off. Katie catches on that Lucy is burying the lead a little. Lucy fesses up Tim can be a little intense. HA You got him at his most intense dear Lucy. He was a radioactive trap ready to gobble her up at first. Then after that was mostly based on his intense need to make sure she succeeded.

Katie doesn't seem intimidated by this info but very appreciative of it. Lucy tells Barnes to reach out to her if she ever goes into a self doubt spiral. So sweet. Also she has a feeling that this new rookie will have one. It's Tim no way she wouldn't right? Gotta love her trying to help the new girl out though. Pre-warn her of what's to come. We all know how ‘Intense’ Lucy’s first shift was with Tim. So it’s very thoughtful of her to reach out and offer help if she needs it.

The jealously begins at the food trucks. Tamara is there with Jackson and Lucy. They’re talking about getting her set up in her new housing. Tim’s new rookie catches Tamara’s eye. She asks who Officer Zaddy is with? LMAO I remember having to look up what that meant the first time haha but it’s accurate to Tim. In case you need a refresher it means ‘Sexually attractive older man, who is charming and self confident’. That’s our Tim haha Yum.

Tamara asks how it feels to be replaced? Lucy shrugs it off saying she's glad Tim is torturing someone else. Ok honey we believe you..... That mindset lasts all of two seconds before Jackson points out he’s paying for her coffee. Lucy’s jealously begins here and doesn’t stop for the majority of this episode. She is intently watching and sees he’s letting her drive too. She is absolutely incensed by this whole thing. He’s also smiling while he’s paying for her coffee. Lucy is none too pleased about this. Her face says it all as they walk way. Jealously and resentment party of one.

Lucy can't actually fathom him being nice on day one like this. So she then she comes up with a plan to explain it all. Because it’ll help with her jealously if she does. Saying how Tim is only doing it to lull her into false sense of security. She’ll be wearing that coffee before too long. Lucy is all smiles till Jackson calls her out on it. Oof. Telling her how messed up it is she is enjoying this. Her bubble bursting rapidly even Tamara can’t look at her LOL Oh my girl you are as transparent as glass. The jealously is seeping out of her. Melissa kills this scene with her facial expressions. The whole episode really.

Tim and Katie catch a call about a robbery. I do love watching Tim with her because they’re so like minded. Except Tim knows how to be a cop vs a soldier. Fascinating to watch tbh. Lucy and Jackson show up as their backup when they start to take fire. Katie has injured one of them and is rendering first aid. Something that seems foreign to her. In the military you aren't doing that for your enemies.

Tim see's Katie is struggling with this concept. So he put his hand on her shoulder as a sign of support. Lucy immediately notices this and voices her jealously once again. Jackson doesn’t even notice what they’re doing. He asks her 'What?' Thinking it’s something egregious. Nope just Tim putting his hand on Katie’s shoulder….The green eyed monster is fuming at this moment. Telling Jackson she didn’t even get a fist bump when she saved his life day one...

Lucy is so aggravated and jealous. I saw a post once saying 'She's a ten but terrible at hiding her feelings.' Ha It's true Lucy wears them on her sleeve normally. This is another level though. Not even trying a little bit to hide it. He’s bought her coffee, been nice to her, let her drive and now she’s getting an empathetic touch all on day one. Driving Lucy nuts. She had to fight and claw for every inch with Tim. So this whole situation is seeming very unfair to her.

That Barnes is getting it handed to her on a silver platter in Lucy’s eyes. The thing is Lucy changed Tim so much for the better in many ways. Another part of her is jealous because Katie is getting an emotionally healthier version of Tim. Where she got a dumpster fire ready to implode at a moments notice. Took her time to breakthrough. The kicker is Tim is in the place he is now because of Lucy. But she can't see that atm. Jealously doesn’t tend to allow one to see logic LOL She is legit pouting above as they load their suspect up.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE this next part with Tim and Katie. Anytime we get to delve into Tim past i’m a happy girl. Not only that but his military past. Trying to teach her how to live in the world she's currently in now. Not the one she was in before the LAPD. He’s trying to help reset her brain. I love him taking her to this peaceful park to accomplish this. The little bit of funny sass when he says 'No it's adorable.' HA Who are you and what have you done with Tim Bradford?

He can tell Katie is still unsettled from their encounter earlier. So he's trying to redirect her focus. i.e. the lady bug. You know Tim had to do something similar when he returned. I’m sure he struggled coming out of that mindset into a less controlled one. Where you’re not told what to do and when. Everything happens in a split second based off your decisions. The way he easily connects to what they’re doing. His insightful words of wisdom for her. He was Katie when he returned home. Thinking he’s still in country, everyone is either hostile or friendly. The way he speaks is from deep experience.

Tim tells her to take a deep breath, feel the sun on her face, close her eyes. He would cover her when she closed them. This scene gets me all emotional. I know what it's like to have PTSD. How it can control your entire life. To be in a consistent state of fight or flight. Because you've forgotten what it's like to have a safe space. What it's like to have your guard down. Tim is creating that safe space for her right now. By telling Katie he has her covered. To let herself just be in the moment. This scene showcases a couple things. One it show's Tim's good heart. How badly he wants to help her. I love this man so very much.

Two just shows how damn good he is at his job. Taking his past pain and experience and using it to help transition Katie. To help her transition better than I'm sure he did. Because he knows how sideways this can go if she doesn't get ahold of this. That if she continues down this path it’s not going to go well. Telling her to live in the moment. It’s hard but it’s the only way he got past the war. To move forward again. This soft side of Tim doing things to me. Already love this man but this just increases it ten fold. The soft way he speaks to her the entire scene. Phew lord. Getting weak in the knees.

Tamara calls Lucy asking if she can come get her. That her cousin is drunk and won’t let her get her stuff. Lucy grabs her off duty weapon and is on her way. I love how confidently she walks up and yells at Tamara's cousin to get her stuff. Get ‘em Lucy! Her stance is amazing. He listens like a smart man. Doesn't test Lucy. Tim would be so proud of her. Love me some confident BAMF Lucy. He gets her stuff tells her not to come back. What a jackass. Lucy asks what happened? Tamara tells Lucy her new place has black mold. It’ll be couple months before she can get in there.

We find out she asked her cousin if she could extend her stay. He lost it on her. Apparently his GF can't stand her staying there. Hence Tamara calling her for help. Says she will figure something out… Lucy refuses to let her drown. Tells her she can stay with her till the new place is ready. That she’s family ❤️ They really are found sisters and I love it sfm. They say family isn’t always blood. It isn't the same last name or bloodline. It's the people that constantly show up for you. Lucy has done this with Tamara and she's finally accepting it. Truly believing and trusting Lucy's word now. Her relief above is so sweet. I love their relationship so much.

We've now reached Lucy's boiling point of the episode. She legit implodes with jealously when she see Tim doing Katie's paperwork. She can’t take it any longer. Has to say something. Starts by making a snide comment about him doing paperwork day 2.... The way he looks up at her in the second gif LOL Tim is smart enough to know he’s in a fight with Lucy he’s just not sure why…He asks her if she has something to say? Knowing damn well she has a lot to say. Lucy is trembling with anger and jealously. Asking why he’s being so nice to her? The hurt in her tone is evident af. Her body language matching that tone.

Tim has opened the flood gates by asking her if she has something to say. Lucy doesn't hesitate and goes OFF on him. Her body language really betrays her so much in this scene. She is so damn revved up. Listing all the ways he tormented her in the early days. Mentioning when he stole her duty belt when she had to pee. The way he reminisces about that moment above has me rolling so much. Like ah yes I was so very mean to you LMAO Thinking damn that was a good one. Lucy telling him he called her boot so much she has PTSD from the word itself.

Now when Lucy says this it prompts Tim to say Katie has other issues. Lucy is so angrily blind in her jealously she goes off more. Saying like what? Then goes on a very insecure and specific rant about her. Oh Lucy when you start listing physical attributes like that it’s screaming you’re so VERY jealous. Her emotions betraying her wholly in this scene. Listing all the things Lucy feels like Tim doesn’t see in her. Which is a damn lie but she isn’t seeing straight right now. All she can see is her jealously and unfairness of his kindness.

Her insecurities are coming out in spades right now. Not only does this woman get soft Tim she’s also beautiful and smart. Lucy feels threatened on so many levels. This scene is screaming that. Tim follows up her rant with 'She won’t wear any perfume.' Lucy is so caught up in her emotions she forgot he’s answering her question from before. She’s confused and asks what that has to do with anything? Getting more irritated. Tim realizes she needs his full attention for this. Puts his pen in his pocket and turns toward her.

Stops what he’s doing and tells her how he teaches his trainee's. Saying he teaches his recruits according to what they need. You can see Lucy is riled up still but listening to him. He starts with a continuation to his previous statement. Saying she won’t wear perfume because she’s still worried it’ll give away her position. Telling Lucy a part of her is still in Afghanistan waging a war that is over for her. He continues on to say if she’s ever going to be a cop that instinct has to go.

Before Lucy can say a word he compliments her. Calling her a kind and insightful person. How she sees the good in people. Now I love this because he is doing build, break, build here. Building her up before breaking her back down by letting her know WHY he trained her the way he did. Vs what he's doing with Katie. Man has a reason for pretty much everything he does with this job especially teaching.

Trying to show Lucy that she and Katie view the world very differently. So his approach with her has to be the polar opposite. Lucy looks mortified by the time he’s done. Like she’s embarrassed she showed her hand emotionally and was wrong. Also it being over something she would've supported had she known the facts. Lucy immediately asks Tim if she’s going to be ok? That empathy of her's kicking right into gear now that Tim has calmed her down.

Tim says in time she will be ok. Which had she given him the chance to do this she would've been. He then ends the conversation with the best compliment she could’ve received from him. Tim basically saying she’s an incredible cop. That one day Barnes might even be as good as she is now. That shuts Lucy up effectively haha He does some heart eyes and does a mic drop of a walk away. Knowing there isn't more to say. That he needed to quell her insecurities and he did just that. It's the way he softens in that second gif as he compliments her. Gah I love them so much. He's so proud of his girl and lets her know it.

Lucy's reaction is the best part. She’s so full of giddiness it’s adorable. Her person just complimented her in the best way possible. Validating she’s amazing at her job. The little smirk and twirl is so cute I can not. It’s like when the guy you like says he likes you back. Lucy can’t contain her glee. He just made her whole damn year. His opinion of her is everything so she is on cloud 9 right now.

Love that Tim doesn’t make her feel bad for being jealous or questioning why he’s being nice to Katie. Just breaks it down and does what he does best with her. Says the right thing in the perfect way so she doesn’t spiral any further. The fact that he did that and complimented her not once but twice. Sigh How far we have come everyone how far we have come. ❤️

Side notes- Non Chenford

It is a bummer Katie doesn’t stick around. I get why she doesn’t. Transferring from one stressful environment to another is a lot when you still have ptsd issues. Telling Tim when he let her have her guard down, feel the sun on her face was the first time she felt at peace in a long time. He so desperately wants to help her transition. Because he’s been there done that. She declines and resigns.

Then Tim does something that makes me love him even more if thats even possible. That even though he’s disappointed she’s leaving he lets her know he’s going to check in on her. *heart clutch* Tells her she has 3 years before her POST certification expires. That she will always have a home here if she needs it. Oh Timothy be still my heart sir.

I love Tim having to be the neutral third party for Wopez and Wes’s mom for the wedding plans. It’s fantastic. He is a negotiator for them it’s so funny.

Harper/James flirty flirts for self defense class. Silas being his wing man to help him secure a date with Nyla. Too damn cute.

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scoonsalicious · 5 days

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THIRD DAY IN A ROW, mother pookie, thou has delivered. AGAIN!!

🩷🩷🩷

OUR MAN BUCKY BARNES HAS REAPPEARED. LET US REJOICE TO THE UPCOMING GROWTH HE SHALL PROVE

Now let me tell ya that I shed some tears at part 3-4. REAL TEARS. I had to read it twice because it was TOO GOOD.

Real footage of me crying btw

So my question has been answered, SHE IS PREGNANT. I was skeptical with that theory but poisoning sounds too weird for it to prolong that long (😂). But i wasn’t sure. Pookie you are indeed the mastermind. I cried when Pocket broke down because let’s be real, if the thing between Bucky and Cunthage didn’t happened (Cunthage didn’t fucking exist), Pocket would actually care for the baby. She’s frustrated, she’s hurt, she’s disappointed, she’s at her lowest point.

When she woke up, finding Bucky there, it’s like she’s snapped into a defensive mode. She have/make this mindset where Bucky would hurt her (but in truth she’s the one who’s hurt because she YEARNS for him but is in denial — so by thinking that she’s hurt, she thinks that Bucky would hurt her… get it?😂). Also Bad Decision #28 wasn’t able to fuck Bucky out of her system. She wasn’t able to forget Bucky and he reappears? That’s one hell of emotion rollercoaster.

‘The nile’ is a river in Egypt, your love life cheated on you with a cunt. — The reminder in Pockets head

I love it when she told him that she’s not fucking with people to get back at him, she’s doing it to forget him. But rather than making her forget, it makes her misses him more, of the things that she lost. (Man, I bet Bucky was giggling inside because she couldn’t forget him — but ofc he’s disappointed with himself for putting her in that situation too… but… still, that doesn’t mean he cant)

We can clearly see there the love Pocket has for Bucky (man she love him so much). Salut Bucky for his patience. He’s calm and collected now, and not spouting shits like my girl, not being possessive. He control himself for Pocket. She needs him his hug — ‘just a little bit’ (you see that reference?😂) Again we’re seeing this in Pocket’s POV, but I guarantee you Bucky is this close 🤏🏻 in losing his sanity when he was called to the hospital.

One thing I like to highlight is the talk between Pocket thinking she’s not good enough for Bucky to share his issue, and Bucky not wanting to talk about it because he wants to impress Pocket by hiding his ugliness (the getting hard part) is so real. It’s easier to share something to people who is the same ‘bad’ as you but not someone who you want to impress. But the one you want to impress will interpret that he/she is not good enough/ trustworthy enough to know about your ugliness.

Btw i noticed that we focus more on the fact that Pocket really loves Bucky, but not the opposite. So now im going to say it, Bucky really love Pocket too in a way we cant see but feel. He’s trying. He’s proving. They’re similar yet different. Right now, he’s learning to understand her more (I AM NOT DEFENDING HIM😂) But as Pookie always said, both of them have their own flaws. It what made them, realistic. You can love someone so much, even when the trust is broken, but it can be mend. With time. With patience. With enough love and certainty. It all depends on you (the person who is in that situation) to prove it, to act it out (speaking from experience).

OHHHH, and the lil kiss Bucky did😭🩷 AND HER snuggling into his chest!!

🫵🏻 YOU ARE SMITTEN. I NEED MORE!!!!! FEED ME MORE😭.

So now, safely I would say Pocket spiralling will gradually died down. She’ll have a clearer head. As mother Pookie said, later on our Pocket will taunt and rub it in Cunthage face. I need her to roast cuntsy to the point she’s crying mess and beg for Bucky to defend her but Bucky being the lil shit he is will stand behind Pocket and smirk, and ask Pocket to ROAST HER EVEN MORE.

Btw did I tell you that I’ve been fantasising Bucky and Cunthage showdown? Yeah I did, and again, I need Bucky to punch the shit out of her.

Man, I can’t wait for the revelation

And also, I miss sexy time between Pocket and Bucky😫🥹

Our sexy macho biting his lips nyum🤍

Anyways, as always I wuv you Pookie. I love you just like how Pocket loves Bucky. Its — thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttttttttt — much. Surprise me more with your mind.🩷🩷🩷

PS// I RAN OUT OF CAT SMOOCHY GIFS RAGHHHH

POOKIE <3

Our Bucky has returned stronger than before! He's still working on things, but he's already doing heaps better!

He's accepted the consequences-- he knows she has no business forgiving him, and he'll take it, which I felt was a really big step for him. He's no longer promising "I'll do whatever I can to fix it." It's now "I fucked up. I get there is no fixing it. I accept whatever you decide, and I'll live with your decision, because I respect you." NGL, parts 3 & 4 made me tear up, too. You are not alone.

I *really* tried to sell the 'Pocket was poisoned' lie because people clued into her being pregnant so quickly, lol. I tried to mislead you all! And no, if Cunthage hadn't happened, she'd be so fucking happy to be having his baby, let's be real. They'd be getting married and Tony would pretend to be so annoyed by it all, but secretly, he'd be over the moon to become an uncle and would throw her the most extravagant, lavish wedding the world's ever seen. And Pocket would fucking love that baby, because it was hers and Bucky's, and they'd be doing it together.

She's tried so hard to get over him, to forget about him, but despite everything he put her through, she just can't. She's kind of starting to realize now that maybe it's fruitless to try. So, finding out he's there, that she was pregnant, but suddenly she's not, all at once-- that's a lot. She shut down in the moment, and just got nasty because she didn't know what else to do.

You know, Bucky was actually not happy when she told him about not being able to forget him, no matter how many guys she's slept with. It hurt him to know how much he hurt her, that she felt that was something she needed to do to cleanse herself of him. He's remorseful. A tiny part of him might be hopeful-- if she can't get him out of her system, maybe there's a chance for them yet, but he isn't putting a lot of stock into that right now. He's just miserable that she's miserable.

When Bucky got that call from the SHIELD medical center, he damn near lost his shit. All he heard was that they found her in the safehouse, unconscious in a pool of blood. I don't even want to know what was going through his head. Something we don't see, because it's not a Bucky POV fic, lol, but he went to leave to be with her, but Steve tried to stop him from going, not thinking it was a good idea for him to just show up without warning Pocket, but Bucky was too scared and too worried about her being alone to listen, so while he's made some progress, there's still a tiny bit of selfishness there. Hey, he can't be fixed overnight, lol.

Bucky was so embarrassed about the erect-while-fighting thing. I mean, it was the last thing he wanted the girl he was in love with to know about him. Like, can you imagine that conversation? "So, yeah, doll, funny story-- every time I get really into a fight, where I want to fucking kill someone, I get a boner. Totally normal and not off-putting at all, right? lol" Like, it makes him look like Ted Bundy getting off on violence or something, if Bucky knew who Ted Bundy was (Side note: I like to imagine that Pocket, like me, is a True Crime freak and made Bucky consume every TC doc, podcast, movie, and book under the sun, lol).

(Off topic: Zefron as Bundy left me uncomfortable and confused, ngl)

Regardless, Bucky was ashamed and didn't want Pocket seeing that part of him. He didn't care if others did, because what they thought of him never mattered so much as what she thought of him. Also, I realized I had included him looking guilty after the sparring session and had to go back and come up with a reason why he might look guilty that didn't have anything to do with him actually having feelings for Cunthrage, lol.

It sucks to not have Bucky's POV happening (and that's something I'm rectifying in With Friends Like These...), because it's left so much of his motivations up to interpretation. I'm hopeful that everyone will see the subtle changes in him as we go forward. There will be more conversation between them in Chpt. 26, before shit hits the fan in 27, lol. 27 is off the rails, ngl.

It is safe to say that Pocket's spiral has been fully stopped. She's done hiding and running away. I mean, she kinda can't run away from Bucky anymore, cause he's right there now, but oh well, lol. She has to confront everything. And that includes Carthage, which I confess I had a lot of fun writing, because Pocket got to be a total bitch back to her. The showdown is coming!

I also miss sexy times between Pocket and Bucky, full disclosure :( That is why I have, no lie, at least eight different smut oneshot ideas planned for them after the story concludes. Idk, they are just so silly when they hook up, but also hot? Like, they have fun together, and I feel like it's never just sex, but always deeply connected time between two people who adore one another more than anything else on the planet.

You love me as much as Pocket loves Bucky?!?! Pookie! I love YOU as much as Pocket loves Bucky! <3 <3 <3

And since we ran out of kitten smoochies gifs, please accept this photo of my cat, Elliott, giving my dog, Theo, smoochies.

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i've been... engraving sybill into my brain today. if you even care

it’s the constant confusion, the flimsiness of the border between her reality and her visions, always struggling to differentiate between what’s real and what’s in her mind, and even then, within her mind there’s still the chaos of what’s impossible, some imagined horror, and what will happen in the future, the future where there’s a war and where imagined horrors can become reality.

it's a miserable place, endless waking nightmares as she tries to separate her physical reality from that which her mind conjures for her, reliving her past failures and seeing symbols that don’t make sense to her yet, flashes of images like lightning strikes and she can’t pick out the important ones, she can’t pick out the ones that she needs to understand, until after the fact, until people she knows are dead and she could’ve stopped it if she’d only figured out what the images meant.

she’s drowning in guilt, seeing ghosts everywhere, their hands always accusing her, clawing at her, because she as good as killed them - it’s the struggle of whether the future is determined or not, whether things happen just because she predicted them or because they were always going to, no matter what she did.

in her mind, with the ghosts and the horrors, she’s the one to blame, always; she’s to blame when she can’t figure out the meaning of the visions she sees in time to warn anyone of their future; she’s to blame when she thinks she understands something but can’t explain it well enough to make anyone believe her; she’s to blame when she can’t stop time from rolling onwards incessantly, when she can't thwart her own predictions somehow.

she’s trying every method of divination under the sun to try and find the answers, she’s drinking copious amounts of alcohol to try and open her inner eye further, hands shaking, desperately trying to decipher the mess in her mind before it’s too late, pushing herself to the edge and over it to make sure she doesn’t fail her next victims in the way she did all the others.

she’s isolating herself bc it’s worse when it’s people she knows, it’s worse when she can remember both what they look like when they smile and what they look like when they’re tortured to death. but that leaves her alone with all of these ghosts and a very tenuous grasp on reality that feels like it’s slipping through her fingers, impossible to grasp.

she’s spiralling and miserable and still trying so desperately to help, to find an answer, a way that she can assuage her guilt. she’s incredibly highly strung, she’s constantly on edge because if she lets herself relax for even one moment she’s scared she’ll lose track of who, where, when she is, she's scared her world might just collapse around her.

and on top of all that fuckery, there are all these expectations from her family, bc she’s inherited her great-grandmother’s famed inner eye, they expected her to be just as successful, just as renowned as the legendary cassandra trelawney and she doesn’t know how, doesn’t know how to make the visions work like they should.

and then there’s the ridicule from everyone else because no one believes her, she tries so hard to warn people about the things she thinks are coming, the things that she thinks she understands, and she’s met with laughter, laughter that rings in her ears until she hears about her predictions having come true, then all she hears are screams, screams and guilt because she didn’t do enough, she didn’t try hard enough to make them understand and now they’re all dead.

and the one time she is believed, the one time she’s taken seriously, her first official prophecy, and she thinks that maybe she’s starting to find herself, starting to live up to her great-grandmother’s legacy. in the end, all she manages to do is kill another two people she went to school with, all she manages to do is orphan a little boy and place him at the forefront of a new war that’s a thousand times bigger than him…

all that she has left at the end is a handful of Real prophecies that only serve to harm people, hundreds of deaths on her conscience, their ghosts screaming and scratching at her - your fault, your fault, they say in an undying chorus - and still there are visions that she doesn’t understand, still pushing and pulling her between fact and fiction, the hellscape that is her mind, her life. and still she’s trying to understand, trying to cling onto reality, trying to live up to her family name, trying so so hard to save someone, anyone, just once.

she’s a ship in a storm, knocked about on the waves like a ragdoll, and looking up at the stars for guidance, for a way to shore that they cannot provide for her, hidden by the thunderclouds.

#sybill trelawney #idk if these pictures really make sense... but i have a vision and this is as close as i can get to it #my poor tortured baby #she is just constantly going through it #AND in my sybillily fic i actually make things like five times worse for her so......#such thrills for me really #also hoping and praying that this fits sude's vision too (ily please don't kill me <3)#also if you couldn't tell i'm Insane about her #kara’s moodboards #kara’s writing

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peach-and-bugs · 11 months

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❤️Natalie Scatorccio SFW Alphabet❤️

❤️Read the NSFW Alphabet here!❤️

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disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately

Warnings: Brief mentions of sex/sexual themes, but nothing in-depth/detailed, mention of drug use/overdose

Word Count: 2,151

A/N: Hello loves! I'm here with the first of Natalies two alphabets, starting with her SFW alphabet! honestly, Nat is a hard one for me to capture because I don't want her to sound like she's a bad partner, but the reality is that she probably wouldn't be a great one. Thats about all I have to say though so as always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!❤️

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Natalie isn’t naturally all that affectionate these days. Well, not exactly at first glance. It’s something that would take her some time to get into. She’d not be one for small talk or offering you surprise gifts. However, her love language is quality time. She’d prefer sitting quietly in the same room as you or having a lowkey night out for dinner rather than anything too extravagant. She’s also a physical touch enjoyer, though she keeps it minimal. She’ll offer small touches now and then, like a trailing of her fingertips over your hip as she moves past you or a soft peck to your scalp when she isn’t thinking about it.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Natalie isn’t going to initiate a friendship. She’s more likely to get involved with people out of convenience than anything else. Say you frequent the same bar as her often enough, then maybe a relationship would form from there as you slowly learn new tidbits about one another with each drink.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She isn’t all that into it, but if you like it she won't argue. She just might not wrap herself around you like you would with her. The farthest she goes is an arm over your shoulders or an arm wound around your back. She’s not very touchy-feely after all, but when she does let herself care for you she’ll become more lenient over time.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Oh, hell no. Natalie is not the domestic type, try as she might. She doesn’t like consistency in her life ans she needs things to be different and moving. A sedentary life is out of the question for her, and the worst part of that is it’s not her fault. No matter how hard she could try, a domestic life would eventually bore her.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

She’d be very upfront and blunt about it. She’d not into relationships in the first place and never really has been, so while a breakup is going to be awkward and uncomfortable, I don't see her having an issue with the actual act of breaking up. However, if she's in a situation like her and Travis, it’s going to be so rough and might send her spiraling, which is honestly when she fights so hard against making those kinds of bonds.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

This girl is not committing. Like before, she doesn’t want to make those kinds of strong bonds with people out of fear of ultimately hurting or pushing them away, so marriage is out of the question unless she has a complete 180 that I'm not expecting and seeks out a lot of therapy to get over her trust and commitment issues.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Emotionally, she's hard and blunt. She doesn’t sugarcoat anything and tells it how it is. But surprisingly, she does have quite a gentle yet hesitant hand. It’s likely due to what she’s done with those same hands in her past, but it goes to show that she still has a softness within her. She doesn’t want to hurt people. It’s just kind of easy for her.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

She aint a hugger. Her hugs are stiff and awkward and there is no way for her to relax. But she’ll endure it if she cares.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

If she had it her way, she wouldn’t. But if she does feel so inclined, it'll take a long time. And I mean a long time, mostly because she doesn’t know if she means it. She likely wouldn’t say it till you have more times over, because she needs the assurance that she’s reading the situation correctly.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

If she’s attached she gets jealous. She doesn’t like sharing. But if what youve got going on is strictly casual, she couldn’t give a shit. She’s probably doing things with other people too. However, if by some strange majesty she does feel some claim over you oh how the jealousy would burn. She’d become brash and mildly aggressive with whoever thought it was a good idea to come on to you and would pull you away, likely to a corner of some kind to make sure you were both on the same page when it comes to your relationship.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

I can only describe her kisses as firm, but let me explain. Natalia has never been the soft type. She takes what she wants and puts her foot down without hesitation, and some of that is reflected in her physicality, one being her kisses. She’s in control and makes sure her partner is aware of that, and what better way to do that than by demeaning her when you kiss her? Her kisses often devolve into gnashing teeth and puffy, red lips.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

She's not as bad as she could be, but she’ll never have any. Poor thing didn’t have anyone to raise her, so there is no way in hell that she feels she’s capable of raising a kid herself. However, that being said, she’s pretty good with kids. Well, older kids to be exact. She has no idea what to do with a baby. But once they’re old enough that she can teach them the reality of the world and how to properly swear she becomes the awesome, fun aunt that takes you out for joyrides and ice cream when mom/dad said not to have sweets before dinner.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Natalie doesn’t get up at least till noon and that's on a good day. The only exceptions are for fresh coffee, breakfast, or morning sex. Other than that, she’d stayed splayed out under the covers for as long as she can. This often results in a headache from sleeping too much, but that’s nothing a little advil can't fix after all. It’s nearly impossible to get her up early, and if you do she won't be happy about it, so don't bank on her joining in on brunch plans.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Natalie would stay out all night if she could. She loves the nightlife and all the little things that come with it, like meeting new people once who will become shadows in her mind, the drinking, and the loud music found in clubs. She’d love to take you out, and honestly, it's far more fun going out when she’d got arm candy to strut around and show off

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

She keeps practically everything close to her chest. Learning anything about Natalie is like pulling teeth. She’d remain a complete mystery to you if that was possible. Often a new fact about her is either dropped out of nowhere by her or someone else reveals something which requires a more lengthy and irritated explanation from Natalie herself. You're more likely to learn about her by talking to her friends, and even then its a challenge

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

This woman’s fuse is shorter than a stick of dynamite. She blows up at the smallest inconvenience, and often that gets projected onto those close to her, both physically and emotionally.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they forget everything?)

Girlfriend isn’t the best with her memory, however, now and then she surprises you with some tiny tidbit that you likely didn't even mention remembering. That's what she thinks about, the small stuff.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

I think a fond memory she’d hold onto is watching you dance. Seeing that pure joy on your face, laughing with a drink in hand as you move with whatever music might be playing. It would be an even fonder memory if you convinced her to dance with you

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

She plays coy like she doesn't care, your actions are your own. But best be ready for if she's ever around when someone treating you in any way she may deem as wrong. She has a very serious justice complex and is not afraid to cut a bitch or throw hands when she needs to. And that is extremely sexy of her if you ask me,

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

Probably not a lot because she's not really into those kinds of things. She seems like the type to settle into a comfortable routine ans stick to it. If there's a restaurant you both like, that’s where you nearly always go when you feel like having a dinner out. She gets kinda weird about trying new things sometimes, but if you’re gentle enough she’ll do her best. That's where her efforts go in trying to be more flexible for those she cares for.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She cant communicate for shit and she’s notorious for the disappearing act, which is when she doesn't text or call for some time. It could be because she doesn't feel like it, you got into an argument, she's feeling out of it. Anything that could set her off will hinder her ability to communicate how she feels and what she needs, and it's frustrating for her. She doesn't like feeling or needing

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

She’s not vane in any regard. She's stuck with most of her teenage style, which is probably a comfort thing at this point to avoid further change. She's the type to wear the same outfit more than twice in a row and that's valid

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

I think that depends. Recently (in the last few episodes of season 2) we've seen a shift in her. I think over time there might be a chance of her growing to the point where she’s ok being a little dependent on someone else, but if we’re looking at Natalie at the start of the series id have to say no. at that point, she didn't want to hold on to that kind of relationship or bond with someone else. But now I think there could be a possibility for her. Again that’s after girlfriend has a lot of therapy.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She has chronic nightmares of her partner dying, specifically from overdose even if her partner doesn’t use whatsoever

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like in general or in a partner?)

I think she’d be against someone hellbent on trying to change her. Yes, there is room in her character for growth, but sometimes people look at that room and see it as a challenge. Natalie should be in complete control of her growth and development for betterment. But to do that she needs both hands on the wheel and maybe a partner in the passenger seat reading over the map. Control of her person is a huge thing for her. She can't have someone trying to take that over from her, even if it's with completely positive intentions

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Natalie seems like the type to be very reserved and to herself in her sleep. She doesn’t like touching and will often roll over and face away at night. I also think that she runs hot, so it's common for covers to be thrown off of her at night and I doubt she wears a lot of clothing when she’s going to sleep except for when she comes home after a long night out. We've seen it before, she's willing to sleep in jeans if she’s tired enough

#fanfiction requests #fic request #masterlist navigation #◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ kay's at it again♡#yellowjackets fanfic #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets #natalie scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio #character headcanons #character alphabet

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kittlesandbugs · 1 year

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Title: Breathe dammit Pairing: Chargestep Warnings: RETRIBUTION SPOILERS. Big fat ones for the end of the book. Also near-death experience, but not for the POV character (Ortega). Chucking the whole thing under a cut to be polite for people who haven’t gotten there yet lol. Word Count: 647

Prompt: @sidestepping prompted: write the car crash or the hospital waiting from the point of view of Ortega, or, alternatively, any of the main cast dealing with your Sidestep being injured.

"She's not breathing!"

The paramedic's words freeze your blood in its veins, sick dread heavy like lead in your gut.

no no no not again, not ever again, you just got her back, you can't—

Feet moving before you realize, shove the medic out of the way, only halfway done cutting through her layers. You fall to your knees beside her, finish the job.

What is that orange…? Spiraling out of central stripes in a pattern you can't recognize.

Not important now.

Hand over her heart, flesh still warm but no movement, no flutter that you've wanted to feel since she came back into your life.

nononono

"Sir you have to—"

"I'm not losing her again!" You shrug the hands away, normal strength of a person no match for your modded muscles.

Remember the training, elbows locked, thirty compressions. Eyes locked on her too-slack face for any sign of life. Tilt the chin, mouth to mouth, breathe the life back into her.

Once.

Twice.

nothing

"C'mon, Ry…"

Compressions again, harder this time. Like you can force your life into her. Should have been yours taken so many times, this is why, this is why, to bring her back again, rip her out of death's grasp again.

"Breathe, dammit…"

One breath.

Two.

She gasps, sucks air like a fish, and relief makes it easy for the paramedics to shove in again. They strap her to the gurney, mask to her face, compression bag assisting her breathing, lift her up, wheel her to the ambulance.

You stumble to your feet, follow after them, push your way in after them before they can shut you out and leave.

"Sir, you can't—"

"I'm a Ranger. Charge."

Flash the badge from your pocket. Been a long time since you've had to pull that card but it shuts them up and you settle in beside her.

You wipe sweat slick hands on your ruined sweats and gesture to the mask bag.

"I'm sorry." You're not, but it eases the glares. "She's my…" Can't say girlfriend, she'd yell at you, and it'd be so welcome you almost do. "May I…?"

He hands the bag over after a brief glance to the other. You follow their instructions carefully, so carefully, eyes glued to every rise and fall of her chest.

She'll pull through right?

She's so stubborn.

Too stubborn to die, right? Always too stubborn. Just needed a little help to get her feet back under her.

The ride is over too quickly and not fast enough and they take it back from you before you can move, wheel her out, you barely catch the words "respiratory failure" and "multiple complex fractures". You limp after them, your own injuries starting to catch up with you, but it doesn't matter.

All that matters is she pulls through and you have to be sure.

You're arguing with a nurse in the hall outside the operating theater when a heavy hand falls on your shoulder.

"Ricardo. You need to stop."

Wei. You almost wilt as you turn.

"But she almost— I can't—"

"She's in the best hands this city has to offer. I'll stand watch now." Hard eyes soften as he pushes you a few steps from the door, towards another nurse waiting to take you for examination. "I won't let anyone— won't let anything happen to her. I promise."

Anyone? Hollow Ground? But he doesn't believe in… What is he… ?

The nurse almost manhandles you into the wheelchair, interrupting your thoughts, and you spin to call back, "You'll let me know when she's out of surgery, right?"

"Yes. Now get yourself taken care of."

"You'll let me know if anything… if she gets…" The words die in your throat, you can't even bear to think about that now.

"I will. You need to rest."

"I… okay."

The nurse wheels you away and you suddenly remember.

What were those orange markings?

#kitbug writes things #fhr #retribution spoilers #chargestep #ricardo ortega #sidestep #riley owens #fhr flash prompt #GUESS WHAT NERDS #this starts the flood #i have been sitting on this since... december 2021 LOL #we have some catching up to do now that retri's out #anyway plz enjoy

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dead-dove-yandere · 1 month

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If you have any ideas for Laura being extra pathetic, I would love to hear them.

If you don't, how would Laura handle her darling getting upset (Like screaming and crying) about being kidnapped?

~ 💌

The post I made directly before this ask was a request that I’m doing three separate stories for, one of which is going to be a Laura one that I’ll post tomorrow - it will involve Laura and an idol darling that is flirtatious/known for sleeping around/known to cheat, that sort of thing. I think I’ll probably make Laura extra pathetic in that story, since as a devoted fan I can see her arguing and defending her darling, trying to prove they did nothing wrong, only to be sorely disappointed and throw a bit of a fit when reality finally hits her that her darling isn’t as perfect or good as she hoped lol. Sorry I can’t post it today. :(

A different idea I had that might showcase how pathetic Laura is (and that I’ll probably wrote at some point) would be her darling seeing the state of her apartment after being kidnapped. Her apartment is quite small and she has a lot of stuff, especially merch, so her apartment is probably perpetually messy even if she does her best to tidy and clean it. I can see her showing her darling around their new “home” and having to constantly apologise for the mess and trying to tidy as she goes along, eventually beating herself up that she couldn’t provide her darling with even a clean home, let alone spoil them. She’d probably end up crying on her darling’s shoulders at some point lol.

As for a darling that screams and cries, Laura’s definitely going to panic and get confused about it. Her apartment probably has thin walls, so she will be frightened that her neighbours might hear and snitch on her, leading her to make a makeshift gag to try and stop the screaming. The crying, however, she can’t really stop her darling from doing, so she will be distraught over that. She thinks her darling is just as in love with her as she is with them, so seeing her darling frightened or upset would make her believe she’s doing something wrong. She’d make countless efforts to find out what she was doing wrong and try to fix it, all while refusing to acknowledge that the problem is the fact she’s kidnapped her darling. Laura might try to spoil her darling extra hard at first to convince them they’re safe and loved, and when that inevitably doesn’t work, she might try to hug or cuddle with them to soothe them, only to get upset when their darling cries or screams more. Laura would definitely begin to wonder if the reason is because she’s somehow too ugly for her darling, and might look into the mirror to try and work out what’s wrong with the way she looks, before spiralling and finding hundreds of flaws in herself. She’ll definitely break down and start crying with her darling at some point. In short, she’d be devastated. :((

#yancore #yandere #yandere blog #Laura #Ask #💌 anon

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wh0re-behavi0r · 2 years

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They said you're sleeping, no news is good

just some Hen and Buck conversing about how hard it is to have someone in the hospital and a kid at home (no way i think this is happening i just was inspired by @gayhoediaz and @vampydiaz my loves)

The fluorescent lights of the hospital make this sound, it’s a whirring that Buck is glad to have skipped out on, spending most of his hours fretting over Eddie at home. Hen picks at her perfectly done fingernails, head bowed and hands shaking, so Buck sits down in the uncomfortable blue chair next to her. She sniffles and he only notices because of how close he is, shoulder pressed to hers in comfort and solidarity. Karen is family and he’s nervous to lose her, too, but he knows it’s different.

Maybe his efforts to help will be seen as futile because he can’t relate in that way, but he wants to bring her peace of mind, even if it’s just for a moment. “They say no news is good news Hen, we know that.” Karen has just gotten out of surgery and she’s been sleeping for about an hour now. The surgery wasn’t supposed to be anything too serious, just some stitches and reducing some bleeding. The shock of the crash only wore off when they got her in the ambulance.

“What if something happens while she’s asleep? What’ll I do then? What—what do I tell Denny? Her parents? How do I go home every day and know she's not there, that she’ll never be there again?” He wraps his arms around her, allowing her to sob but not wanting her to spiral this way anymore. He can feel the wetness of her tears soak through his shirt, but he doesn’t mind. When he had broken down like this, Chris was there for him. He still feels a bit of shame for the way he broke down in front of him, but neither Eddie nor Chris hold it against him.

“How did you do it,” she asks between a wet sniffle and a little cough, “How did you tell Chris about Eddie? And then come to work every day? How didn’t the fear of losing him consume you?” Buck laughs. Hen asking him for advice on how not to lose his mind when the people he loves are in danger isn’t what he expected.

“Well, I lost it when I told Chris and I figured out that he was out of surgery, and I went to work and climb that—”

“Crane,” Hen fills in, shaking her head slightly.

“Yeah, the crane. So I wouldn’t say I handled it well at all. And I wouldn’t say it’s the same thing at all, Hen. Karen is your wife, Denny is your son. I don’t know if anything I say will be helpful.” She gives him one of her looks, still just as intense with a tear-streaked face and slightly red eyes.

“I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t think you could help.” Buck thinks about what he was like during that dreadful time, thinks about where he is now, and he wonders if he ever recovered. Telling the entire truth wouldn’t help Hen at all, to say that some nights he’s taken back to that moment when Eddie’s blood was on his tongue and his shirt and behind his ears, that sleeping over Eddie’s house on the couch gives him the urge to check his bedroom even though he saw him go in there moments ago because what if this is some dream?

“I think you’ve gotta be patient and trust that everything will be alright. And use us for distractions when we can. You’ll go stir-crazy if you stay here in the hospital.” He knocks his knee with hers, standing up with a grunt, and signals for her to follow to take her out to a close diner. He invites Eddie to come, too, needing to see his face again. He tries to distract Hen with the tales of the raccoon and the house that got filled with foam. She’s heard it before but she laughs all the same.

The door swings open, the bell ringing, and Buck looks up at Eddie looking around until his eyes stop on Buck. Karen is your wife, Denny is your son. Eddie is not mine, Chris is not mine. He walks closer and greets Hen, pulling her in for a hug and not daring to ask how she’s doing. And Buck just watches as he smiles, feels his heart flutter, and doesn’t know what to make of the fact that it feels the exact same way as when Eddie said ‘hey, Buck’ and sleepily smiled at him.

@elvensorceress @imsupposedtobewritting @eddiediazisascorpio @eddiediass @fearlessdiaz @evan-bumpkin-buckley @thegeekcompanion @spotsandsocks @jacksadventuresinwriting @loveyourownsmiilee

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whatwouldmickeydo · 2 years

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I wrote this random thing sometime after season 10 aired and had planned to make it a part of something bigger but never actually got around to it.

Takes place after Ian’s release in 10x5 and before Mickey’s release in 10x6.

He’s on hour ten of a 14 hour shift, waiting in line for some desperately needed coffee while on break, the other two paramedics waiting impatiently in the rig outside. At least Paula hasn’t stopped them from having this little bit of joy yet. She’ll probably start back charging them for breaks too before long.

And then that’ll be when I finally fucking quit. Except not because he needs the damn money.

The lady at the front seems to be attempting to win a medal for how much shit she can fit in one cup of coffee. Who the fuck even mixes peppermint with caramel?

He’s glancing around the shop when his eyes lock onto another pair staring straight at him. Ian recognizes him slightly, seen him here a few times when he comes in to grab coffee for a long shift. One of those guys who never seem to specify what exactly they do for work but somehow always have a laptop open doing something.

He’s good looking, there’s no denying that – tan skin, tight shirt, slick backed blonde hair, artsy tattoos wrapping around his biceps. Not the right kind of tattoos though. Ian offers a friendly nod in his direction, gets a heat filled leer and a grin back. He knows the look, seen it enough times from his days at the club. Hell, he’s given that look to plenty of guys himself.

Ian’s finally next in line so he drops the gaze and steps up to the counter, quickly placing an order for three coffees to go.

He’s standing off to the side waiting for them to call his name when he hears a throat clear next to him, looking over to see the guy walking up to him with a friendly smile on his face.

“Hi there. Name’s Jackson. You work around here?” Ian turns to address him, slightly caught off guard at being approached so quickly.

“Hey. Uh, the rig out there is mine,” he says, gesturing out the window to the ambulance parked out front where his two other coworkers are standing outside, one of them tapping frantically at his watch.

Jackson turns to look, nodding in recognition. “Yeah, I’ve seen you come in a few times, there some medical crisis happening around here I should know about?” he says with a rakish smile, not hiding the way he’s clearly checking out Ian, eyes lingering on his lower body.

Ian flushes slightly, skin prickling at the obvious attention. He laughs lightly, scratching the back of his head. “No, nothing like that. This coffee shop is pretty close to our route and the two out there are actual coffee snobs who won’t drink shit from Starbucks.”

Jackson laughs, a little too loudly for a joke Ian thinks isn’t all that funny.

“It’s a pretty nice neighborhood, actually. Lots of cool bars and places to hang out. I could show you around sometime if you want,” he offers, and Ian thinks he finally understands what the phrase ‘batting your eyelashes’ means.

Ian glances at him quickly, trying not to make too much eye contact. “Uh, sorry dude… I’m uh… taken. I’ve got someone.” He flushes, heat spreading through his body at his own words. Because he is. Taken. He belongs to someone.

He doesn’t think a simple sentence like I’ve got someone should be having this much of an effect on him, but he can’t help it. Mickey is his and he told him he’d wait. It’s different than the last time, when they were separated by glass and prison guards, when he had lied to his face and spiraled out into madness. They’re both so different now, it’s hard to fit those parts of his life together with his life now.

“He’s a lucky guy then. If you’re both ever looking for a good time, hit me up,” Jackson offers with an easy smile and a wink, clearly not put off by the mention of someone else. He slides a piece of paper across the counter with what Ian can only assume is his phone number. He doesn’t make an effort to take it, because he already knows the answer.

Mickey doesn’t share.

And neither does he.

A sliver of want flashes through him, images of Mickey’s shit-eating grin shining bright behind his eyes, picturing that tongue curling around his teeth when he’s feeling particularly smug. God, he misses him.

He snaps out of his daydream when he hears his name being called for his order, nodding politely at Jackson before heading up to grab the coffees.

“No thanks man, we’re good.”

#this has been sitting in my drafts for forever #I had a whole 3+1 idea for this but ended up with only one idea lmao #anyway here’s some random writing about season 10 #gallavich #shameless

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solesommerso · 6 months

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whumptober 2023 day 5 : cold

Chicago med/pd, Sarah & Jay

part two to this fic — calling this blacklit paradise!au

warnings: dark!ava, kidnapping, mentions of non-con & unwilling drugging & restraints

Sarah shivers as her bare feet step over the cold floor of the apartment, it’s wood and while Sarah assumes that means there some type of insulation in this place, she doesn’t think there actually is. She wishes she could go outside and see if the building is under construction or something, she was unconscious when Ava had brought her inside so she didn’t have the chance to see where she actually is.

“Are you okay?” The man, the one Sarah still doesn’t have a name for, asks as he helps her slump against the mattress in the corner of the dingy room Ava’s been keeping her in. The others are all in the living room of this particular apartment, but Ava said Sarah got her own room because she’s special, she wishes she was where the others were. Maybe they would be able to come up with a plan to get out of here together.

“Just cold.” The thin white dress Ava put her in this morning isn’t very warming in the Chicago winter that’s only bound to get colder.

“Here, I don’t need it.” The man slips one of his jackets off and wraps it around Sarah’s shoulders. It seems old, worn out, a thick plaid material that was big on the guys frame so it swallows Sarah whole.

“Thanks. Hey uh- what’s your name?” Maybe she shouldn’t be asking this because it’s been weeks and he hasn’t said his name yet so he might be avoiding it for a reason, might be helping Ava because he wants to and not because of her forcing. But Reese seriously doubts that with how guilty the man always seems to look, nobody with that much sympathy gets off on drugging random er doctors.

“You really don’t recognize me?” Sarah’s brow furrows as she takes him in for a moment. He has a beanie covering his hair but she can see a little brunette peaking out from under it, stubble that’s more than a five o’clock shadow but not yet a beard, his frame is big and he seems healthy, strong, and he has caring eyes that are oddly familiar. Even then, she still doesn’t recognize him.

“It’s me Jay.” He says in a half whisper. Her eyes blow wide but when she looks at him again it almost seems obvious that it’s Jay, get rid of the baggy clothes, wipe off the dirt and grime on his skin, and he’d be recognizable in seconds.

“Halstead? Did she take you too?” If Ava had taken him then maybe he was the first considering his facial hair, anytime Sarah’s ever seen the cop he’s been clean shaven like Will is.

“I’m undercover, Ava thinks I’m homeless and was squatting in the building when she bought it and started to bring you guys in. She’s been giving me food and letting me stay in turn of helping her with whatever plan she has.” He summarizes quickly, leaned into Sarah’s space so only she’ll be able to hear him if someone was to walk in.

“So your team knows we didn’t really quit our jobs?” The nod Jay gives could make Sarah cry, someone’s looking for them, an entire team, intelligence is looking for them. There’s real hope.

“When you “quit” then didn’t come home to you and Noah’s apartment he called Will who called me, things spiraled from there. We didn’t think she’d take this many people.” A small sigh escapes Jay, he’s obviously stressed, Sarah can’t blame him. Switching between being here to being with Intelligence must be hard on him, they’ve never been best friends or anything but Will has said Jay goes undercover a lot and it makes him worried.

“What about Kevin? I- I mean, couldn’t he have overpowered her by now?” There’s been plenty of moments where Sarah almost wanted to scream at Atwater to just jump on Ava’s back, that it’d be the easiest thing to do.

“He could but he won’t, Intelligence is working on a more organized way to get you guys out of here.” Figures.

“How?” She asks and slumps a little further into Jay’s space, almost leaning forward enough to touch his shoulder, she’s just cold. So fucking cold, and Halstead is radiating heat, Will does too. It must run in their family.

“We’re trying to do it before tonight, Goodwin is going to call Ava in to discuss bringing her back since her getting fired was what started this and now Goodwin can say half the ed staff “quit”, once Ava’s at the hospital we’ll move you guys out while Kim and Voight go to arrest Ava with some patrol as backup.”

“Why before tonight?” A pained expression crosses over Jay’s face and Sarah instantly straightens up, no cop would look like that if things weren’t bad.

“What is it?”

“You and Ava got married today, tonight’s your “wedding night” and Ava she- she’s going to want to have the full wedding night experience.” Sarah knows what Jay is implying, she knew it was a possibility from the first day she woke up in this building, she’s honestly a little surprised it hasn’t yet. Thankful, but surprised.

“My team is doing everything they can to avoid that happening.” Jay assures in that sincere way she’s heard him use on victims in the hospital, it brings a sense of comfort to her even knowing why he’s using it.

“Thank you.” She gives as much of a smile she can but Jay shakes his head.

“You don’t need to thank me. When we move you it’s going-.” Whatever Jay was going to say gets cut off by the bedroom door flying open to reveal Ava standing with an irritated expression and crossed arms.

“What are you doing?” It’s a sneer that makes Sarah’s eyes squeeze shut momentarily. Anytime Ava gets mad it makes Reese feel frozen in time, unable to breathe properly, unable to think clearly until the tension slips away.

“I- I was just cold, he was giving me his jacket.” The blonde huffs a little but nods, she already looks to be calming down, Sarah thanks god for it.

“Fine. Alex help her up we’re going down the hall.” Ava turns on her heels as Sarah stumbles to stand with Jay, thankful for the arm he puts around her back to help her stay upright. Between not eating enough and the amount of drugs Ava’s given her, Sarah’s been finding it harder and harder to function correctly.

“Where are we going?” Bekker gives a wide smile as she leads the pair past the living room, Reese doesn’t have time to look at anyone but she could hear them murmuring so she assumes they’re okay, sober if nothing else.

“Our bedroom.” A sick feeling washes over Sarah in seconds, she thinks her feet would’ve completely stopped moving if it wasn’t for Jay keeping her walking.

“I got us some wedding gifts for tonight.” Ava comes to take Sarah’s hand once they reach the second bedroom in the apartment, it’s on the complete opposite side than the one Sarah was originally in.

“Do you like it?” The door swings open so Ava can pull Reese inside and leave Jay in the hallway.

There’s a queen sized bed in the middle of the room, it’s the only thing aside from a mirror in the corner and a small nightstand on the left side of the bed. The bed itself seems nice, red silk sheets visible from the puffy white comforter being pulled back by the plethora of pillows by the headboard. Everything on the bed is obviously new and untouched, Ava has a grin on her face as she urges Sarah to sit down.

“It’s really nice.” Reese says and feels too much relief when she sinks into the memory foam mattress. She hasn’t slept properly in weeks, and while she knows how disgusting of an act this bed was planned for, she can’t help but let out a sigh of contentment at the thought of sleeping soundly even for an hour.

“I knew you’d like it. Now, I have some errands to run but then I’ll be back so we can spend the night together.” A kiss gets pressed to Sarah’s forehead, she leans into it, knowing that Ava likes it when she does.

“Get some sleep baby.” She nods and watches as Ava slips out of the room, the sound of the lock clicking from the outside following her.

Sarah shuffles back against the bed to lean on the pillows, there’s no chains on her ankles or ropes on her wrists so she’s able to curl under the blankets, hugging Jay’s jacket around herself even with the comforter covering her. She’ll sleep for now, pray that Intelligence’s plan works, and if it doesn’t she’ll remind herself it’s better her than someone else. She can’t imagine anyone else having to go through what Ava’s put her through, she’d rather it all fall to her shoulders, keep the others safe.

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