ĘÉwarnings: weed smoking, pussy eating, reader is lowkey a sex addict, "cheating", strap use, pet names, boobie sucking, fingering, subtop!ellie, whiny!ellie, spit, supplier!reader, dealer!ellie, top!abby, readers kinda bitchy but you're hot so it doesn't matter, love rivalry, powerbottom!reader, reader has nipple piercings, college au, gymrat!abby, medstudent!abby, jealous!ellabs, possessive sex, public sex, guest appearance from vi, toxic lesbians, masc!ellabs, fem!reader, vocal!abby, slight stalking, some angst.
áŻâ pluto's pieceËËË i knew this one would win...yall are a bunch of sluts(me too lol) writing part two as we speak, there's also like songs hidden throughout the story if you wanna listen to those! comments, likes, reblogs, are all appreciated ily! not proofread btw :P
Dina w/ the good dih>:)âIsn't this that girl you're dating?
Dina w/ the good dih >:)â *photo attachment*
The text message traveled through the ether, zooming through the networks of cell service all the way until it pings against the side of the Ellie's thigh. She's on the clock, head leaning against the cool metal of your doorframe, waiting for you, her supplier, to open up.
You hear the doorbell, and then the knock, and then the second ring-knock combo that pushes for you to move faster, stuffing unsightly items in random places so your apartment looks presentable. You pull the door open, standing in the doorway as if you were a goddess and she was a devotee that came to worship you.
You're controlled in every effortless movement, you've practiced this a million times, but Ellie can't tell. To her the way your hips sway is in fact effortless, the way your neck cocks to the side while staring at her with bedroom eyes is how you look normallyâyou're just that perfect.
You stand before her, holding the door open with one hand as she drinks you in, the black tank top and matching short shorts that show the underside of your ass cheeks, the deep green robe decorated with lace trimmings on the sleeves and embroidered flowers (that she adores on you) hanging loosely off your shoulders.
Your hair is messy, left to it's own devices to do whatever the fuck it wanted. And your scent, earthy and green, yet somehow contrasted heavily by the smokey incense that wafts from your apartment.
Green eyes stares at you with that look of admiration and pure childish glee, like you were her favorite toy that she had gotten gifted for christmas.
"Hey Ellie Wellie." You give her the most seductive smile you can muster, the smile showing a bit of your teethâit makes her yearn to lick them. Is that weird? Maybe, but Ellie cannot stop the thoughts of you that race through her head. You're her favorite supplier, giving her the products that get the highest reviews and the ones that generate the best sales. You were good for Ellie's business yet so bad for her health.
"Hey! UmâI-I'm running low, thought I would stop by." She leans forward as if trying to âawkwardlyâforce her way into your home. Your middle finger pushes against the middle of her forehead almost cartoonishly keeping the slightly taller woman in her place, "You're not being honest~" You chuckle, as Ellie pouts looking up at you through her lashes.
"No honesty, no entrance." You shrug as she recovers, head tilting to the side while she thinks of something to say that won't embarrass her. Sometimes Ellie can be mean, she gets into her own head and psyches herself out, she does it especially when you're around.
"You know I want to see you, but I realllyy need to reup. I have rounds to make today." Ellie stands tall, straightening her back as her gaze darts to your apartment, she has no idea what she's looking for, yet she still searches.
Ellie has liked you since she first met you, having heard about your business from her old plug before he moved halfway across the country. She remembers the first time you both locked eyes, when you were living out of your van and loved it that way. The way your bracelets jiggled with each flick of your wrist still sounds in her pierced ears, the mix of metals and beads knocking against each other in harmony. If she focuses really hard she can still smell the earthy and musky scent of your old van, body odor mixing with the scent of your ever moving product.
Ellie misses it, even if she refuses to acknowledge the ache in her heart for the old you, the one that was her own little secret that she kept hidden from the world. Now, it seems that she's your hidden gem. You both have never had the conversation on if you would be exclusive or notâin truth she's too afraid of your answer.
A large part of Ellie knows that she's not emotionally stable enough to handle knowing if you have multiple partners, and that same part of her doubts that she would stop the arrangement you both have if she did find out.
And it's not like there aren't rumors, silent whispers about someone else holding your attention. You hide your phone from her when you both hangout sometimes, shielding your messages from her prying olive colored eyes. She always tries her best to ignore it because whoever it is isn't important enough for you to leave her, and that is all that matters.
"Mhm." You look at her as if you don't believe a word she's sayingâwhich you don't, "I wish you would just say you miss fucking me instead of bringing business into it." Your puffy bottom lip juts out as you feign heartbreak, still you push the door open wider for her. "You're the one that decided to mix business with pleasure." She reminds you as she saunters in, her head still swiveling.
The apartment looks the same as she left it, bong on the coffee table in the small living room, some crappy show that you can barely see because of the alarming amounts of sunlight filling your apartment, and the plants (that she can never remember all the names of) sit swaying in the warmth of the summer breeze. Nothing is out of place enough to suggest a live in girlfriend.
Good.
"How do you not have pests?" She muses as she plops down onto the kind of uncomfortable couch, her legs spreading open as her arms hang loosely behind her on the back of the furniture. "Well, I have you." You watch over her move with such hunger, licking through every freckle, every dimple, every imperfection she wished you wouldn't stare at.
You try your hardest to shake off the depraved thoughts of her that come to your mind as you watch her fingers flex against the upholstery, or the way she subtly bounces her leg in eagerness at being in your space again.
Between Abby and Ellie, you had to admit that Ellie had to be the best at eating you out. She always devoured your cunt as if she were dying of dehydration and that alone made talking about anything else feel extremely trivial.
"Ha ha, you're not funny." Ellie makes room for you on the couch, closing her legs slightly. You pull a large ziploc bag of weed out from the underside of the coffee table before plopping down next to her. "You smell like sweat." An observation that shouldn't embarrass her, but you pointing it out with a playful crinkle of your nose makes her arms fall to her side as she adjusts herself to be smaller.
Another difference between the two, Ellie isn't the most secure.
"So-sorry, I had practice right before I came." Her cheeks are almost crimson as she averts her gaze to the table, staring straight at the bag. "W-hats this?" A freckled and painted finger shooting out to point at plastic filled to the near brim of weed. You scoot closer to her, resting your hand on her thigh as you lean in closer. "It's this new strain I got, it's called "wedding cake", wanna try it?"
You're so close to Ellie that she can feel the fan of your breath on her face, so close she can smell the bowl of lucky charms you had for lunch. "Yeah, I mean, if-if you're off-offering." With the way she reacts you would think this is her first time ever being around you, not like you both had been fucking around for almost six months now.
"You know I can't just give it to you for free." Your head ducks into the crook of her neck, peppering her skin with warm kisses. A small moan leaves her lips as she tries to scooch away from you, not because she's uncomfortableâthis is routine for the both of youâbut because she's afraid that she will cum hands free in a few seconds if you don't stop.
"I-I-I, fuckâhow-how much?" She pants in your ear as you crawl on top of her, your fingers plunging into the hem of her sweatpants and then the front of her boxers. You thank the gods everyday that Ellie buys the boxers meant for men, the ones that have that opening just so you can play with her clit while she's fully clothed. Fuck, it's such a turn on.
Your index finger rubs sloppy circles on her clit as it slowly hardens under your touch, her body arching into your hand just the way you like it. Another finger finds it's way to Ellie's clit, her body lurching forward as the pressure becomes too overwhelming. "Make me cum, Wellie, and it's all free."
She has the cutest pout on her face as she nods almost desperately, biting her lip as her cunt starts to contract around nothing. You speed up, eyes focused on the auburn headed girl in front of you, her head falling backwards. And just as she's about to cum, paint the inside of her boxers a milky white, you pull away a devilish smirk on your pretty lips.
Her head snaps back to position, her eyes wide and her pupils completely blown by lust. She watches with pure disbelief as you suck off your fingers and rub the saliva on your thigh.
"Joint or blunt, or maybe you would prefer the bong?" You push off her as you walk to the tv stand, grabbing the matcha green rolling tray that houses a grinder and a few papers, carefully you place the tray in her lap while opening the ziploc of "wedding cake".
Silently, Ellie starts the ritual of rolling the weed into a smokable joint. She does her best work, pearling the joint as she runs the lighter against the end, lighting and taking a hit of it before passing it to you.
"You're such a bitch." She mumbles as the smoke falls from her lips, a dejected look on her face. "What? Have you never worked for anything before?" You chuckle, taking the joint from her fingers as you place the tip to your lips. Ellie's gaze is so sharp as she follows your every move, the way your lips wrap around the same area she had just smoked from.
A puff, "They say this strain makes you horny." You twirl the joint in between your thumb and your index finger, Ellie's hazel-green eyes staring so intently at your actions, mouth hanging open slightly. Her core aches and her mouth waters. What she wouldn't give for just a taste of you.
"Is that why you stopped? Wanna see if your strain is worth the fucking money?" Her voice trembles with need even though she tries to sound angry, her bushy brows knitted together as she watches your lips suck more smoke into your lungs. "Wellie, baby, y'know I don't like when you're bratty." Your soft hands grip the sides of her face, pulling her in as you blow a cloud into her face.
"I'm sorry, I justâI need you." She whines, her words airy and light as she tries to gain control of an already crumbling situation. "Oh? How badly do you need me ?" You ask as your lips ghost hers, the joint burning in your other hand, "I wanna taste you," You plant another deep kiss to her lips, the feeling of her chapped ones against your own plush pair creating the perfect contrast. "I wanna make you feel good," A kiss, harder, more loving, "I wanna hear you make those pretty noises for me."
Ellie's hunger takes over her, cupping your face in her ringed hands as she pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. Her tongue darts out of it's cave, exploring your mouth like uncharted territory, her muscle licking your teeth just like she wanted.
You taste like her arousal and weed mixing on your tongue and becoming something that throws her off before she gets used to it, sucking on your tongue to get more of the flavor.
An arm wraps around her neck, snaking into her hair as you pant and pull her impossibly closer. Ellie grinds the material of her clothed cunt into your own, you're quickly soaking though your underwear with every thrust of her hips.
The kiss is messy, a dance of clashing teeth and spit covering your mouths as you try not to fall too deep into the other.
Her left hand drags your left boob out from the protective material of your tank top, gripping it and playing with it as you moan into her mouth. The heated makeout session is cut short as Ellie takes your nipple into her mouth, sucking on the skin as her tongue runs along the bar of your piercing.
Ellie kisses down your stomach, licking where she sees fit, her tongue darting into your belly button, it gets a reaction out of youâa giggle as your body jumps a bit. Your short shorts are the next to go, in one swift action they're off, discarded somewhere in your living room. "I love that you never wear panties, makes this whole thing much easier." She dives in, licking a ring around the entrance of your pussy as if trying to make her presence known.
"Oh yeah?" You moan, breathy and somehow exhausted. Ellie's not done with you though, she nods as she spreads your lips open, revealing your fleshy pearl.
A kiss to it first, her signature move, then she attacks, drawing your clit into her lips while she sucks on it harshly. The tip of her tongue glides against the underside of the hood, a move that drives you wild, your instincts telling you to run away from the feeling of her tongue invading your senses. It's hard though, her strong hands keeping you in place as you squirm beneath her.
She pins you down when you buck up into her tongue that has now taken to probing your entrance, darting in and out as her nose applies delicious pressure to your clit. Her hips thrust into the couch at the heady taste of your arousal.
You're so close, the way she pants between you thighs as if she's getting off simply by giving you head, the smell of your sex that fills the room, everything is making you want to explode.
There's a slight heat on your fingers, the one that's not holding Ellie in place as she continues to devour you whole, licking away your frustrations. Its no wonder everything else feels so contrived when a girl like Ellie exists, an eater who derives too much pleasure from breaking you beneath her.
You remember the burning joint in your hand and take a few puffs as Ellie's head raises, her emerald colored orbs stalking you. You puff as she uses two fingers to enter you, working their way into your heart.
You never believed in love before, but the feeling of her slender yet magical freckled fingers plunging into you, drawing themselves back before hungrily thrusting back inside you, you might have to reconsider.
You take another puff and she's in front of you, her face oh so close to your own. Your mouth is agape as she fingers you, her thumb pressing against your button, your face twisted with pleasure as she stares at you with a mirrored expression. Ellie's hand works harder, bullying their way deeper into your cunt until they touch the spongy part of your hole.
"I-'m gonnaâoh Ellie, please, please let me cum baby." Your head thrown back as you let the joint fall from your fingers.
"Yeah, you want to cum pretty girl? Huh? You gonna cum for me?" Ellie stares at you with such awe, completely ready to catch the downfall of your release. "You look so good." She smiles as you inch closer and closer to your release.
You nod at her as you feel the hot warmth of your orgasm engulf you. Your body shivers as Ellie continues to fuck into you with her fingers, humming to herself as you make a quick mess of her hands.
She pulls her hand away from your cunt, admiring her handy work while you catch what's left of your breath. The room feels too small and you are way too highâboth on her great finger work and the weed that you're trying to sell. At some point your body gets over it's feelings of overstimulation, and Ellie is giving you a look that says 'I'm ready if you are' and you are, your head swimming with the image of her fucking you dizzy with the lavender strap that hides in your dresser.
"Wellie, you wanna fuck me?" You ask, hand crawling along your body straight to your tits, a gently squeeze to them as you lick the thumb of your non dominant hand. "Hell yeah." She's up in seconds tugging off her sweatpants as she stumbles to your room, "Second drawer right?" She calls but as she entersâand finally pulls off the gray material hanging sloppily off her anklesâa call comes through on her work phone.
"Fuck!" Frustrated and now sexually so, she fishes around for it as she grumbles out curses for her clients. "Ugh, let them wait." You groan as you spread your legs seductively, you hold her gaze as you dip your fingers to your still semi-sensitive clit.
"I wish, pretty big order though." Still her eyes never leave your body as you continue to work yourself over. "You're really gonna leave me all high and dry, Williams?" A half chuckle leaves your lips as you stare at her in disbelief, but Ellie's already dressed and she has made a strict promise to herself to never let thisâwhatever it isâcome between her and her business.
" 'm sorry pretty girl, don't worry, I'll swing by tomorrow!" Ellie plants a kiss to your temple before running out of the door, the heavy metal slamming behind her.
Your body still buzzes from your long forgotten orgasm, and yet, you need more. It wasn't as satisfying as it would have been if she would had filled your cunt with plastic, and that makes it hard for you to stop yourself from doing what you do next.
Youâ hii cutie ;)
Youâ miss you so much <3
Youâ wanna go out tn?
cutie abs <3â wanna go for drinks?
You text back "yes" almost immediately, your legs stretched outwards as you wiggle around in pure glee. A smart girl always has a back up plan, and this time you'll make certain that you're satisfied.
Abby sits at the bar, the loud club music blaring in her ears as she nurses a whiskey sour, it's not what she wantedâin truth she was craving one of those expensive in house made margaritas, but she chickened out once the bartender asked for her order. Abby's predictable, straight laced and set in her routines, her resolve is absolutely unbreakableâin short, she's as stubborn as a mule.
But that's what you like about her, her passion and dedication in contrast to the carefree way you live your life entice you. She's your complete opposite, yet you blend together magically.
The downside, because of course there's one, is how hard it is to get a hold of her. She's a busy girl, gym then studying, then whenever she gets a break she volunteers at her fathers clinic. She never has time for you, and that just makes you want her more.
There's too many people in this club tonight, honestly she doesn't know what she should have expected, it's a Friday and this is the most popular club in the small town you take residence in.
Still, she tries to ignore the pounding of the music and the sweaty bodies that dance behind her, she goes through her to-do list over and over again in her mind, she combs over the probably missing chemistry homework, the problem sets that she has to do in order in to study for her next three tests, there's also that laundry that sits in the corner of her dorm that she had been avoiding for the past three days.
The music switches and so do the lights, instead of their former reddish hue they've now switched to a deep blue as the music shifts to something more sensual. It's then that Abby notices the way the crowds energy changes as well, the air is heavier now, filled with something that she cant really place.
A once lively rowdy establishment has now died down into bodies blending against each other to the beat of the music, heads turn towards the doorway, others grab their dance partners to find a quieter spot. It causes her pause for just a mere moment, her body prickling with a familiar feeling as she tries to subtly look for what changed.
Her head snaps towards the door, her blue eyes now fixed on the door where you enter. You look impossible, no human should be allowed to capture the room the way you do. You glide through the crowd as it parts like a sea in the wave of your confidence, you command the crowd, everyone's heads turning if they weren't too self absorbed.
Abby takes in your outfit, the lacey material showing off every curve of your bodyâit's damn near see through but you look good in it, the black lace matching bra and panty set that covers your intimates from the view of the public. Your makeup is smokier than usual,your lips glossed and your hair is curled and wild.
You're dressed in black yet bathed in blue, completely gorgeous, absolutely stunning.
Abby nearly chokes, the whiskey sour going down harsh and heavy and getting stuck in her throat. A cough trickles from her lips as you sit next to her, the smell of your perfume washing over her. It's drunken and pheromone-like, musky and sexual, intoxicating and hidden by cherries. You're a boozey dream that sends shock waves to her core, enough for her to nearly forget herself.
Nearly.
"AbigailâI've missed you." You smile at her, your grin dripping with not so hidden intentions. She looks buffer, her biceps glowing in the LED lights. Her blonde hairâleft alone for once and not stuck in a ponytail or a braidâ takes to the lightening perfectly, each color changing her locks to match. "Missed you too, honey." She downs the rest of her drink, using two lazily raised fingers to call over the bartender ready to order herself something stronger.
You watch her cheeks flush in real time, the slow gradual reddening almost making you giggle, but you contain yourself.
All of this had a purpose, the outfit you picked, the perfume you bathed yourself in, your lipgloss shade, even the specific way you curled your hairâit all leads up to the moment you finally break Abby.
She's good at hiding her emotions, leaving things unsaid and letting the bitterness consume her until you both have amazing makeup sex. But, you're not craving her forgiveness, you crave her anger, her jealousy, her possessiveness.
The bartender finally appears as she orders two shots of tequila, she shoots you a lookâa flash of annoyance on her face as she notices that the bartender has taken to not looking you in your eyes but instead at the bounce of your tits as you hum out a very girly "Can I get a lemon drop please?"
"Whatever you want princessâsame tab?" The dyed pink haired bartender drops all sweetness that once laced her voice when she looks back at Abby, Abby giving her a tight lipped smile and a nod, pulling at your stool to get you a bit closer.
"What a bitch." The blonde mumbles under the vibration of the bass and the loud chatter of the club, "Stop, she was so niceâcute too." You defend, resting your head in your palm as you look at her through your lashes. She wants to kill you, in fact she imagines burning the club down while the bartender melts into a puddle of flirtatious magenta colored goo.
Her jaw tightens at your words, "If she's so cute, why don't you fuck her?" Her head snaps towards yours, your faces close so you both can hear over the loud atmosphere. "I just might. You're always so mean to me, maybe I want someone nicer." You shrug, rolling your tongue along your teeth.
"Terrible game you're playing, sweetheart." Abby plants a kiss to your cheek, a ploy to get you to shut up, but tonight's all about pushing her buttons, forcing her out of her own controlâeven if it's just for the night. "What? You don't think she'll be into me?" You giggle against her skin as her large hand goes to take ownership of your waist.
Abby knows you. She knows how manipulative you can be, how you're able to twist her nerves just right to get the perfect reaction. It took her too long to realize what you were doing to her, but when she did she promised not to let you do it again.
And now here she is, falling back into your trapâhead first with her heart on her sleeve.
The magenta haired bartender comes back, placing Abby's shots in front of her and resting your lemon drop carefully in front of you. You decide now is the time to up the ante, jokes were fun but you're a woman of action. "I looove your face tat! Six, right?" You lean forward slightly, leaving Abby's arm to falter back to its designated position back at her side.
You're being so obvious and the bartender catches it, smiling brightly for you as she throws out a "Vi, but you can call me whatever you want." For a brief second Vi's eyes dart over to a fuming Abby, who is heavily bouncing her leg to contain her anger. "Nice to meet you Vi." You wink at her before returning to Abby who looks as if she's three seconds from dragging you out of this bar moaning and sweating, kicking and screaming.
"Real classy." Abby is furious, her cheeks are hot and her stupid leg won't stop bouncing, so you go in for the kill. "Abby...are youâjealous?" Abby goes dangerously quiet, her hands gripping the small glass shot glass. She throws it back, slamming the empty shot hard onto the table.
"Shut up." She growls, using two fingers to rub at her temples. You don't allow her to self soothe, instead you place a hand on her thigh. Your fingers find their way closer to the crotch of her pants, your hands rubs over the plastic that hides just beneath it.
You recoil, your eyes blown wide as you look Abby in her color changing baby blues, your face holds a look of shock, but Abby says nothingâslowly twirling the drink in her fingers. "Why'd you bring that?" You're breathless as you ask, yet she doesn't look directly at you. Abby gives you a side eye before throwing back her shot once more.
"I know you." Another two shots ordered as you sip your lemon drop, the bartender keeps giving you eyes, and you pretend not to notice, her part is done and it's all you now.
One more last ditch effort to get Abby to fuck you in this club, something she usually would object to but tonight feels different, like she has something to prove. "Do you wanna dance with me?" You ask, head tilted to the side as if it were a challenge, you know she wont say yes, this isn't her scene at all, and with the way she eyes the dancefloor you know her answer already.
You slide off the stool as she continues to watch over the dancing bodies, the pop music makes her head hurt and the thought of sweaty strangers rubbing up against her makes her stomach hurt. "I'm good here." She's definitive as she downs her fourth shot.
"You should slow down." You offer, but she ignores your good faith, waving you off as she orders another drink. So, you fuck off at her command, yet you stay close by, directly in her eye line. It's not long before you're adopted by a group of very drunk girls who have no problem of letting their hands roam your body, shouted praises falling from their lips as you grind into nothing.
Every now and again you can feel Abby's piercing eyes on you, but you present yourself as completely oblivious.
It takes all of five minutes before she's up, walking towards you with the confidence of six tequila shots and a whiskey sour and the gracefulness of a baby deer. Abby's behind you now, her large hands finding their way back to your waist. Even with your eyes closed you know it's her, you can smell her woody and bergamot leaning perfume and hear the way she grunts a little at the sway of your hips.
"Thought you didn't dance to this kind of music." You say teasingly in her ear, your ass applying more pressure to her strap and uncoincidentallyâher clit. "Shut up." Her attempts to silence you do nothing but spur you on more. "Make me."
The final nail in your coffin, the one that seals your fate has been hammered and it's enough to have Abby dragging you to the back of the club towards the bathrooms. Beautifully, there's no line as she sticks the forgotten "out of order" sign on the door while pushing you into the small club washroom.
You're on her in seconds with the eagerness of a virgin whose decided to lose their virginity, a spitty and very horny makeout session and a few misplaced moans and Abby has shoved your face against the cool metal of the door.
"Oh my gorgeous girl," Abby lands a smack to your ass as she pulls your dress up to lay just above your hips. She pulls down and pockets your panties, pushing them deep into the pockets of her black mens jeans. Her hand comes to your mouth as you moan at the coldness of the room hitting your soaked cunt, "Spit." She commands and you do as told, eyes straining to watch her rub your saliva over the sparkly blue plastic.
Her thick fingers shoved deep into your entrance, curling upwards as she preps you for her cock, "Is this why you've been so desperate for my attention?" Her fingers continue to work , your moans flowing from your lips like a prayer.
"I-I missed you~" You cry as she pulls her fingers from your aching hole, adding your juices to the medley that drips from the base of her strap. "So that gives you a right to flirt with some pink haired bartender? God, you're such a slut." Abby bullys the tip of her strap into your tight pussy, her pace slow and accommodating as she listens to the symphony that is your whimpers and mewls.
Her paceâto youâis tortuously slow, not at all what you expected from a hot night out with the buff girl and it's driving you slightly insane. You push your hips against her to match her thrusts, which in turn, earns your a tug on your hair, a warning yet you continue.
"You're so greedy." She comments, dragging the dick away from you, you gasp and turn to look at her. "Abby!" You whine, kiss plump lips in a firm pout as she adjusts herself, the only sound being her humming along to the song outside and the jingling of her belt buckle.
She acts as if you aren't even there, like this is routine for her and you aren't damp and ready for her to fuck you crazy. How does she have such self control as if she's not even drunk, like she didn't down about 7 different drinks mere minutes before.
But, Abby has always been calculated, it's one of the reasons you fell for her, so it shouldn't surprise you.
"Be a good girl for me, yeah?" She has your face in her hands now, a soft squeeze as she shuffles you over to the double sink before hoisting you up onto the marble. "Wanna see you take it all," The plastic is inside of you again, her pace bruising and harsh. Abby's stuffed you full, the silicone balls of the dick are the only thing that isn't inside of you.
It's such a delicious feeling, being so full after being left high and dry by Ellie. Ellie's a great eater but Abby know's just the right spots to hit to have your mind swirling.
Every sentence that escapes you comes out in fucked out babbles as she continues to plunge deep inside of you, the back of your head hitting the mirror, not for long though, as Abby has taken to protecting your head with her hand.
"That's my good girl." She praises, pulling your body flush against her own, your legs spread further until you're in a spread eagle, groans and pleas for her finding their way into the ether. "Fu-Fuckkk, ohmygawd." Your hands have no valid hold on anything, so you've resorted to digging your nails into your palms.
"You sound so good, baby, been missing this." As if on cue, she starts to fuck into you faster, harsher, her brows knitted together as she focuses all her energy on making you cum faster than...
Your body begins to quiver, shaking slowly as your high approaches. Abby's hand dips, touching your engorged clit, you hiss at the sudden attention, your eyes big and doe. "P-pleaseâI-I don't think I can...I can't take it." Her hips never slow, even as they stutter and the strap slips out of you, she forces it back in as her fingers start their assault, rubbing away as she continues to drive into you.
"Ohmygâ" Your lips get trapped between your teeth for a millisecond before your mouth falls open as you cum all over Abby's dick. Even though you came, and you're still extremely sensitive, she doesn't stop. It's like she's in a trance as she continues to hammer into you, her hand clamping over your mouth when you get too loud. Your pussy grips onto the silicone with a vice, but she still continues to dagger into you.
Another shiver and you're cumming again, your eyes rolling to the back of your head while Abby pulls out of you. You look dumb and fucked out, completely tired as she snaps a picture of you. There's a smile on her face, soft yet knowing, but you're way too tired to call her out on it.
"Let's get you home pretty girl." Your brows furrow at the familiar nickname, something Abby has never called you. "What'dyou call me?" You ask as she carries you bridal style out of the bathroom. She doesn't answer, instead she gently places you back onto your feet, one hand holding her phone while the other is slunk lazily around your shoulders.
"I've got an early morning tomorrowâuh I guess today, but don't worry I got you an uber." She smiles down at you, but her eyes are cloudy and far away. There's something bothering her, but Abby isn't one for sharing her feelings, other times she's barely around long enough for you to ask about school or her internship. This whole show isn't what's odd, it's her body language, like she's trying her best not to say something that eats away at her.
Abby knows you, but you know Abby and trying to ask her any questions that she has not deemed as "safe" result in her clamming up. So you say nothing as her jaw clenches, her eyes spot somethingâsomeoneâ that you haven't noticed, too busy fighting with yourself on whether or not you pushed her too far tonight.
Your ride arrives and she helps you get in with no problem, smiling to herself once the car starts to drive off. You place your head on the cool glass of the window, the one that faces to the opposite of the street from where Abby once stood.
A flash of familiar auburn hair catches your eye. It startles you. Your body lurches forward as you spin your head to see if it was Ellie, but the crowd has moved and swallowed up the only evidence you had. It's like she was a phantom and your head starts to race with what if scenarios that cause your heart rate to increase.
You write it off for your own mental health, telling yourself that it was just the sleep playing tricks on you. Because there is no possible way that Ellie Williams was at that club, and if she was you would've seen her at some point during the night. Unless, that is, Ellie is really good at hiding, her eyes always on you while you flirted with the bartender, watching you dance with Abby on the dancefloor, and finally stared in horror as Abby carried you out of the bathroom.
But that's impossible. Right?
Abby "Big Dawg" AndersonâHope you enjoyed the show ;)
The dm comes through to Ellie's instagram near instantly, her mind clouded with anger, yet it's completely silent. Has she gone numb? No, she just hates to loseâa trait she has begrudgingly learned she shares with the asshole blonde that taunts her.
Ellie Wellie :Pâkys.
*Abby "Big Dawg" Anderson reacted "đ" to your message.*
đđđđđđđ: cellmate!abby x reader
đđđđĄđđđđ : implied mention of addiction and loss , fluff , masturbation , fingering (r!receiving) , everyone has a bush (because you know, prison) , muscle mummy abby , abbyâs a literature nerd
đ đŚđđđđ đđ : jail isnât so boring since your new cellmate arrived. abby notices how your cheeks flush and your bottom lip slips between your teeth every time she does a pull up. she drives you crazy, and she knows it. how will she react when the attraction gets too much for you late at night?
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đ/đ: this fic is based on this blurb by @littlexdeaths (thanks for giving me permission to write this!). i've never been to prison, much less an american one, so apologies for the probably many inaccuracies. also, I will take any and every opportunity to talk about abbyâs love for literature
You want to read. You truly do.
Pride and Prejudice sits open in your lap, but every time you reach the bottom of a page, you've forgotten every word on it.
A soft grunt cuts through the prison cell, lifting your eyes off the page, again. Abby hangs from the doorway, arms flexing as she does a pull-up with effortless control.
Abby has only been your cellmate for a couple of days. At first she seemed agitated and argumentative. You'd learnt to only speak when spoken to, but something about Abby made you desperate to know more.
She gave short responses, likely not wanting to get tangled in any drama. But yesterday she'd opened up and you had talked for over two hours. Conversation drifted from the prison's worst meals to inmate gossip, and, unexpectedly to both of you, it settled on your lives before prison.
You'd told your past first, describing how you'd fallen in with the wrong crowd and done things you deeply regretted.
Abby listened with a deep intimacy. She caught every hesitation, every name that snagged your tongue, every memory you skimmed over before it dragged you back into a whirlwind of emotions.
Conversation eventually moved to her. She detailed how she'd tried to sneak a younger boy over the boarder. The boy, Lev, was in an unsafe household.
Her eyes shone for a moment before she glanced up at the ceiling, blinking the tears away.
"I don't regret helping him," she sputtered, "I just wish he'd made it somewhere safe."
You'd both gone to sleep after that. Or well, you fell asleep.
Abby lay awake, staring at the underside of the bunk above as she listened to your uneven breathing and the faint, incoherent mumbles that slipped from your sleep.
She cycled her memories of Lev, the image of the boy's face when they got caught burnt into her eyelids. Light tears traced the scar carved across her cheek before falling and tinting her pillow. She didn't wipe them away when no one was watching.
Abby's shoulders shimmer with a thin layer of sweat, her skin flush with exertion. A bead breaks free, tracing a slow path down the curvature of her arm before disappearing beneath the fabric of her orange tank top. The damp material clings to her back, moulding itself to the faint outline of her sports bra underneath.
You pretend to read another sentence. It doesn't process.
She drops from the doorframe and twists her body just enough to lock eyes with you.
It's obvious you've been gawking. Abby had felt the weight of your gaze prickling across her shoulders. Still, she didn't stop, didn't acknowledge it. She kept going, letting your eyes linger if they wished.
You break the eye contact almost immediately, heat flooding your cheeks as you force your attention back to the page.
Abby wipes her moist forehead with the hem of her top, revealing the sculpted stomach and soft blond happy trail beneath.
"Jane Austen," she blurts, making you jump.
"Pride and Prejudice is a classic, who's your favourite?"
Her question shakes around in your empty skull. You couldn't name one character.
Your eyes frantically search the page for a clue, settling on the first name you see.
"Jane is sweet," the shake in your voice surprises you.
"Yeah, she is. Might be clichÊ, but I've always loved Elizabeth best." Abby deepens her voice, "She trusts herself, her opinions and judgments. And she doesn't settle for less than she's worth. I⌠admire that."
Abby drops her top and you allow yourself to lock eyes with her.
"She reminds me of you," Abby mumbles, turning her focus to the apparently incredibly interesting floor.
"A bit," she follows up in an embarrassed plea to reverse her words.
"Really?" your smile once holding embarrassment twists into mischief. âSo you admire me,"
"No," Abby snickers before pausing. She stares deep into your soul, seriousness coating over her features.
"You're not Elizabeth. You're definitely Mr. Collins."
You stare her down.
Who the fuck is Mr. Collins?
"I don'tâŚ" you pause, "know whether that's a good thing."
Abby lets out a weary chuckle, reaching back to massage the base of her neck that she's been whining about. "That just proves my point. Keep reading."
Embarrassment stains your cheeks.
Page 1. You've been rereading the same first paragraphs for the last couple of days.
You're both interrupted by the screeching sound of metal scraping against metal as the hatch of the food tray door slams open. Two trays of stale bread with an abnormally thick and cold soup slides through the hatch.
Another five-star fucking meal. Be lucky if I don't die from vitamin deficiency in here.
You try to force the soup down your throat, but the twist in your stomach rejects it. The bread is much more manageable.
You stuff the remaining bread in your mouth and enthusiastically toss the tray holding the soup across the floor.
The tray clatters loudly before coming to a stop beside Abby's foot.
She glances at the tray, then you.
"May I?" she asks.
"Be my guest," you say, resorting to playing with your fingers to pass the time.
Abby snatches the tray, sliding it to her side and dunking her bread into the thick soup. She guards the tray like a hungry lion, not that you'd want it back anyway.
"How do you eat that stuff?" you question, almost laughing out loud at her animalistic eating.
Abby gulps down her mouthful. "Reminds me of something my Dad used to make." She was already preparing her next bite.
"Wow, your Dad must've been a chef," a smirk tugs at your mouth.
Abby looks up at you with an unamused glare, but beneath it, pain flickers in her irises.
"No," is all she responds, her expression changing back so quickly you almost miss it entirely.
The smirk melts off your face in an instant, swallowed by the heavy silence consuming the cramped room.
You sit up from the floor and climb up to your bed, lying there until lights-out.
Abby savours every last bite with a delicate patience before crawling into her bed mere seconds before it switches black.
The cold evening air and pitch-black silence wraps around you. It should be the perfect sleeping conditions, but you can't get comfortable.
The bed creaks as you shift your weight from the left, to the right, to the middle, then back to the right.
Your toes wriggle, itching for movement.
Youâre contemplating getting up and running laps around the tiny cell until you're exhausted, but your thoughts wander back to Abby.
Her arms curled, slick with her bodily oils. Her soft grunts and whimpers of athletic struggle.
The thoughts bundle and flow downward, settling in your lower abdomen.
You roll onto your back, earning another whine from the bed frame, and quietly slip your hand underneath your thin prison sweats. Youâre especially careful not to slap the band of your underwear.
You press your lips together, repressing a whimper as your hand reaches your heat. You spread yourself open, your ring and middle finger already drenched in slick.
Your hand begins performing lazy, wide circles over your clit; the bed creaking as you raise your hips. You try to control your breathing, but soft moans and uneven breaths still escape your lips.
The circles turn more desperate, Abby's body flashing in between waves of pleasure.
You wonder if she's asleep or if you've woken her up.
You wish she would pop her head up over the ladder and climb onto the thin, firm mattress. She'd kiss down your stomach, looping her tongue around your clit. Her strong arms holding your thighs apart, even when you're squirming as your eyes flicker with stars. Her movements gentle yet vigorous with desire. Desire for you. To hold you, please you, worship you.
Your fingers slide into your cunt, but you imagine they're Abby's.
Your walls clench at the base of your fingers. You want so desperately to call out Abby's name, to bring the fantasy into reality.
You begin to find a rhythm, fingers curling at the perfect spot. Sweet noises are at the tip of your tongue, pleading to be released. You force your free hand over your mouth, muffling the whimpers.
Your breathing builds, your heart pounding out of your chest as you murmur broken pleas through your hushed lips.
The corners of your vision start to blur and crackle. Your eyes roll back as the pleasure consumes your body. The orgasm thrashes over you, your whole body convulsing and your limbs tingling.
You slowly come down from the high, your spine lowering back onto the bed.
You steadily remove your hand and gather yourself as you roll over for the final time before finally falling asleep.
As sleep begins to pull you under, your mind lingers on one thought:
How much did she hear⌠if she heard anything at all? What would she think if she did? Why do I even care?
Abby lay below, eyes wide.
She'd heard everything. The whimpers, the muffled moans, the slick sounds. She'd watched your bed frame move with every thrust and wave. She'd noticed what noises you made with the depth and rhythm of the thrust. How you'd worked yourself up and how you'd calmed yourself down.
Her legs are crossed, thighs impatiently grinding together.
She waits longer than you did. Long enough to be certain that you're asleep, deeply asleep. Then, and only then, she allows herself to take care of her desires.
She only rubs her heat for a couple of minutes before throwing her head back in a bliss. The thought of you, your release, it makes her crazy.
Abby didn't manage any sleep. She lies with her arms folded across her chest, her eyes wandering aimlessly around the cell, searching for anything that might distract her from the ache she refused to acknowledge.
You awake to the sound of the food trays being delivered through the door.
Abby has already been moving about, but she's waiting for you to start her workout. She could go to the courtyard and use the gym equipment, but it'd be no fun without you. The equipment is old and shitty anyway.
You climb out of bed, hair dishevelled and fingers still smelling of last night.
Abby's eyes stay on you for a beat too long. No greeting, just a stare.
Oh, she knows. She definitely knows. Fuck it, let her know.
You gulp down the thought, breaking eye contact first.
This morning you eat the shitty provided breakfast. Not because it tastes good, but because you're famished.
Abby throws you awkward glances, clearly disturbed by your hunger. She slides her tray over to you far more gracefully than you managed last night.
You look up at her over your full cheeks.
"I owe you anyway," is all Abby offers in explanation. You accept it.
Abby watches with a slight smirk as you devour both plates.
"What?" you ask teasingly, with an undertone of annoyance.
"Nothing," she represses her smile, "keep enjoying it, sweetheart."
Sweetheart.
Heat flows up your neck. You don't hate it, but she can't know that.
She waits until you finish the food before starting her pull-ups.
You don't try to hide your wandering eyes today. She knows you're watching, admiring. It's becoming an unspoken routine.
Abby's top rides up every time she lowers herself and her grunts increase with each rep. Her arms begin to glisten with sweat, flexing with each motion.
Your stomach flips, the breakfast threatening to come back up. You almost need to chain yourself down to not go over there and ride her top up to explore all of her.
Once Abby finishes and sits by the wall, you climb back up to your bed.
You read for hours. Actually reading this time.
You comb through 137 pages of Pride and Prejudice. You now understood who Mr. Collins is, sparing a glance in Abby's direction before chuckling and rolling your eyes.
It's an intimate story about finding love, or what love meant to women in the early 1900s who needed to marry to survive.
It didn't strike you as Abby's taste; suppose she never fails to surprise you.
Another meal that you slid over to Abby and it was lights out again.
But you don't wait 15 minutes this time. Or more you can't.
Almost instantly after the lights flicker off, your hand is back where it needs to be.
Truthfully, you've been waiting for this release since you finished last night. Your slick has been staining your panties all day.
The thought of Abby's body makes you want to crawl on your knees begging for touch. Pathetically feral.
This time, you don't conceal your moans. You allow your free hand to play with your nipple under your bra, causing more choked moans to escape your lips.
The noises of your slick and the shake of the bed fill the room more prominently tonight.
Your pants are annoying you, limiting the angle you desperately need to reach. You slip them down and off your ankles, leaving your legs over the thin blanket.
You're pleasure is already building when you notice a different noise between your whimpers.
It's a softer voice that sounds as though it's holding back its natural volume. You also recognise familiar wet noises that aren't your own.
You abruptly stop masturbating but the noises continue from below.
"Abbyâ"
The noises stop, the cell falling silent. The air is polluted with warmth and sex.
There is no point lying or pretending nothing happened. You both know what each other was doing and why they were doing it.
You take a deep breath, "would you want to⌠come up here?"
Abby goes silent. She stiffens up, not knowing how to react.
Without her saying a word, you hear her slowly move off her bed and climb the short ladder up to the top bunk.
She stands at the top of the ladder. Her prison pants sit loose around her hips, stretching where her hand was just moments before. The crotch of her pants is vaguely damp.
She looks at you with a dazed glow. Her eyes meet yours, her pupils widening as they explore the flecks of colour swirling through your irises. Her gaze then wanders around your body, first landing on your tits that are outlined underneath your bright orange top. They then find your parted legs, your slick staining your underwear. Her gaze drifts back up to your lips, studying their shape and soft curves.
She slips into the bed, bracing herself above you with her arms planted on either side of your head. Then she leans down until her plush lips meet yours.
The kiss starts slow and delicate. Then it becomes messy. Abby tangles her tongue with yours, a soft moan echoing between your mouths.
One of Abby's hands starts exploring your waist, following the curvature and petting over your tummy.
Abby's mouth eventually shifts downward, never pulling away. The soft kisses move down your chin and jaw, stopping at your neck.
A choked exhale exits your throat as Abby sucks, hard. You feel Abby's mouth warp into a smirk as the skin starts to stain a flush fuchsia.
Abby pulls herself away, her plushy pink lips looking down at you. Her eyes glaze over your body, landing on your top.
"I don't like this," she exclaimes, stretching the fabric between her fingers before slapping it back down.
You sit up just enough to force the shirt and bra over your head, quickly examining the fabric before tossing it onto the floor below.
When you look back at Abby, her eyes are black. Her pupils are blown wide, her blue iris barely visible as she examines your soft perks.
"Better?" you tease.
Abby doesn't reply. She brings her hand up, cupping the bottom of your breast as her thumb starts to work your nipple.
You lay back down, adjusting yourself into a comfortable position on the bed. You want to absorb every moment of touch. The touch you'd been waiting so desperately for.
Abby begins to move herself lower, her legs hanging off the bed as she kisses down your stomach.
"Is this okay?" she asks.
"Mhm⌠mm," is all you can manage with your lungs that have seemingly forgotten how to perform their sole function.
Abby stops with her head above your stomach but her hand keeps travelling down. Her fingertips snake underneath the band of your underwear, reaching your unkempt hair. She parts the tangled mess and explores between your lips, rewarding her a soft hum. Her fingers are already damp with her own slick.
Abby lets out a low moan as she finds your entrance. She begins by slipping in one finger. Your walls desperately clutch around it, begging for more, deeper, faster. She does none of those, she begins a painfully slow and shallow rhythm.
"AbâAbby," you break through, "more please."
Abby lets out a low chuckle.
"Not yet, sweetheart. You're too precious for me to rush through this."
You let out soft gasps and chokes. You're too desperate for this speed, your body is screaming for all of Abby.
Abby's eyes never leave yours, even when you squeeze them shut.
After what felt like an eternity, she slips in a second finger, keeping the slow pace but inching in slightly deeper.
Your body responds instantly, walls closing around Abby, back arching, and palms digging into the thin sheet.
You can feel your body beginning to match Abby's pace, your breath hitching more often and harder.
As your body starts to relish in the feeling, Abby pauses and slips in a third finger.
Your pussy stretches to match her length, a soft cry slipping through your lips.
You can feel Abbyâs forearm muscles contracting with each thrust. Abby towers over you, her silhouette shadowing over you, even in the darkness.
"Just like that," she whispers.
Abby's words cause it to all flood over you. A wave of warmth and tension spreads from between your legs, absorbing every last inch of composure you held. You throw your neck backward, your moan of unadulterated pleasure fills the room.
Abby works you through every wave that thrashes over you. Holding you up.
Your body begins to slow down with each flush of pleasure. It eventually stops responding, only twitching and oversensitive.
Abby gently removes her fingers and scoots over to lie down next to you.
She wraps her big arm around you, softly stroking your now matted and frizzy hair away from your eyes. The tips of her fingers brush over your jawline, still warm with your sex.
"You okay?" she asks in a soft raspy voice, like she's the one who's just been screaming.
You nod softly, tingles spread through you at the movement. You're still so sensitive.
She reaches for the blanket, now lying in a crumpled heap against the wall, and drapes it over you.
"I've been wanting to do that since I got here," Abby whispers along your ear.
"Me too," you mumble, your voice little more than mush.
Abby swings a leg over you, her hand never leaving the corners of your face.
The rest of the evening is a jumble of Abby's breathing, the cold, and the bed's desperate creaks under the weight of two people.
You fell asleep like the flick of a light switch. The horny waves had worked like melatonin.
Abby sleeps through the night for the first time in weeks. She watched as you drifted off, admiring your untangled beauty. The warmth radiating from your body gently lulled her eyes shut.
You awake the next morning to find her staring.
You offer her a sleepy smile, her constant eye contact flipping your stomach.
The moment is broken by the arrival of your 'breakfast'.
If the staff saw you two like this or, god forbid, found out about last nightâŚ
You force your aching hips up. Light red spots tint your neck. Evidence.
"They'll separate us if they find out," you state the obvious to Abby.
"Mhm," the husky mumble causes your heart to skip a beat. "It'll be our little secret, then."
đ/đ: you have no idea how tempted i was to make abby fall off the bed in the end. and no, i donât know any other exercises apart from pull ups. also, i havenât read pride and prejudice in ages so sorry for how vague that part is. i feel like i'm starting to understand what i need to improve on (e.g. showing the emotions not telling them: immersion). i think i like my first fic better than this one so i appreciate any feedback :)
Paring:Â Soccer Coach!Sevika x Soccer Mom!reader
cw: pure fluff, sfw, modern!au, flirty-ish, brief suggestion, playful banter, r!gender neutral, you have kids (tw), miscommunication, grayson slander, Sev has a loving family
wc: 3.4k
Synopsis: The parents on the soccer team are ruthless with gossip, and whispers about you and Sevika start spiraling. Your relationship has always been platonic, but neither of one of you are rushing to clear up the rumors.
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The wind flew around Sevika, trees sang as it picked up.Â
Sevika squatted in front of Ray. He held his hands behind his back and looked down to the grass. A melancholic expression painted his face.Â
âRay, why did you push her?â Sevika stated with authority.Â
He shrugged his shoulders without looking at her.Â
âYou know the rules, we keep our hands to ourselves,âÂ
He nodded with caution. A single tear escaped his eye. Long lashes batted the tear away.Â
âA-Are you gonna kick me off the team, Coach?âÂ
More tears came down along with a jutted lower lip.Â
Sevika shook her head.Â
âNo, youâre still on the team, but youâre gonna be on the bench until you learn to be a better team player. Okay?âÂ
He nodded feverishly.Â
Sevika patted his back. âGo on.âÂ
The tiny player ran toward the bench.Â
Sevika stayed crouched, a boisterous laugh drew her attention to the sideline.Â
She watched you kiki with the other parents, Sevika wondered what joke made you laugh that loud. She made her way back to her post.Â
âCâmon guys, keep it up!â she barked.Â
Sevika caught glimpses of you in the corner of her eye.Â
The assumption was hooking with you would satiate her attraction, but the hunger grew. Sevika found herself craving you daily. On occasion youâd lock eyes. She saw another parent walk up to you and place their lawn chair beside yours. Sevika squinted her eyes to make sure she saw straight.Â
Grayson got situated beside you. Sevika had to remind herself to focus on the game. The wind began to pick up, harsh and strong. Matching the storm brewing in her chest.
The whistle signaling a time out.Â
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Sevika cleaned up the field alone, she saw you and Grayson go home with the twins. Her gut ruminated, logically she knew you were divorced. Sevika knew you as a friend because she was there when you ranted about her, and the obsession with her work. She was the one who consoled you. The fire inside didnât feed on rationale, if fed off jealousy.Â
You normally helped her clean up but she spent the evening alone, because the other parents never cared enough.Â
A call disrupted her agitated feelings, a hopefulness crept in her mind as she checked the caller. Her shoulders slump when she sees her sister's picture.Â
Shouting came through before Sevika put the phone to her ear, she took a breath and turned on the speaker.Â
âWhatâs up?â Sevika answered.Â
âHello to you too, whatâs wrong?â Samira probed.Â
The annoyance bloomed in Sevika, her sister was a magnet to her problems.Â
âNothing, just cleaning up the field for the day.âÂ
âOk.â Samira hmphed. âAmirah got into the Golden Gables, Amma is grilling to celebrate.âÂ
Sevika chuckled to herself.Â
âAm I supposed to congratulate you? Iâm glad she got into-What did you call it?âÂ
âThe Harvard of Pre-schoolâs, itâs where all the politicians send their children.âÂ
âI mean, we donât know what she chooses to do but at least she has the options.â
Sevika tied up the trash bag, and tossed it to the side.Â
âLiar.â She muttered.Â
âShut up, Sevika! Let me enjoy this moment. Oh! I got you an interview.âÂ
Sevika ears perked up. âA job interview?âÂ
âYeah, it's for some international soccer thing, Iâll tell you at dinner.âÂ
âUh-yeah, see ya.â She hangs up the phone.Â
Sevika ponders the job her sister mentioned, with the soccer season coming to an end she didnât think about the future. The coaching gig was meant to be a side gig, a one off that turned into a 3 year gig. Her dreams at being a full time coach were just thatâdreams.Â
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The sound of cicadas guided Sevika on her walk home. The leftovers in her tote kept her calm while she thought over the job, international, only a few months. The opportunity was perfect for her, but she wasnât as excited as her sister. Samira beamed as she went on about the position, normally she hated her sister meddling in her life. Without her, sheâd never have met you, but now Sevika was torn.Â
The thoughts of you summoned you, Sevika watched you wait by her porch.Â
You sat on the steps with a tupperware container. She approached you slowly.Â
âYouâre a shitty stalker.â Sevika said, walking up to her door.
You threw a sheepish smile her way.Â
âYâsure about that? You are talking to me.âÂ
Sevika avoids your eyes. As she searches for her keys in her tote. Guilt creeping up, she ignored your messages during dinner. At the time she was upset about practice but now that problem seemed irrelevant.Â
âI hope you werenât waiting long,â Sevika searched for her keys in her back pocket. Unlocking the door.Â
âHad dinner at my folkâs place.âÂ
âThat I did see.âÂ
Sevika looked at you with suspicion.Â
âYour sister had you on her IG story.âÂ
Sevika snorts.Â
âNot beating the stalker allegations.âÂ
She enters her home, holding the door open for you.Â
âKids watching themselves?â she asks.Â
You watch Sevika for a beat. âGrayson is spending the night,â
Sevika drops off her keys and leftovers on the kitchen counter.
She doesnât say anything as she walks to her bedroom.
âSevika,â you rush after her.Â
âWhy arenât you saying anything?â
She unbuttoned her top, chafed, and Sevika wanted to spend the night alone. Not coddling you.Â
â[Name], Whatâs up?â
You fidget and block her from the closet.Â
âSheâs not there for me, Malik has been getting pretty bad nightmares andââ
Sevika grabbed your shoulders and gently scooted you out of her way.Â
âIâm not upset at you for having your wife over.âÂ
Sevika states.Â
âEx-wife. Sheâs my ex-wife, and there is nothing there anymore.âÂ
Sevika keeps her back to you. Stripping the day. Â
You continue rambling. âI didnât know why she came to the game, had I known I wouldâve stopped her. Done something. Believe me.âÂ
Sevika approached you in her boxers. She noticed you avoid looking at her bare chest.
âOk, I believe you, can we talk about this another time? Iâm pretty tired.â Sevika sighs.Â
âOh, ok I left the cookies in the kitchen, Iâll just let myself out.âÂ
Sevika shoots you a terse nod.Â
She watches you leave her bedroom and slumps down on her bed. She wouldâve never guessed this would be the downfall of your ârelationshipâ.Â
The following weeks, Sevika had heard from you less and less. No more phone calls, random texts throughout the day, you didnât even glance at her during practice or games. Youâd written Sevika from your life. She heard through the grapevine that Grayson had gotten a promotion at work, more time spent with you and the kids.Â
Your time together had been brief but electric, Sevika started to realize this was a tryst for you, a fling before you went back into the arms of Grayson, to solidify your devotion to your family. While she was hung up on you, she needed to prioritize herself the way you were. She began making plans, the interview with the prep-school went well, by the end of the week theyâd given Sevika an offer she couldnât refuse. A short term gig that could become permanent.Â
Her family was ecstatic at the news, her parents were excited for an excuse to go on holiday, and her sister wanted to get away from her kids. It was all slowly coming together for Sevika but deep down she had a dull unease sitting at the pit of her stomach.
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Sevika set up the cones for practice, sheâd been setting up and ending practices alone for the first time in months, usually she enjoyed the quiet moments before everyone showed up. Now? The silence made her lonely, emphasizing how isolated she truly felt. A whistling shook her from the stupor, she turned and found her sister approaching her with a creepy smile and a smoothie. She places it down in front of Sev.Â
âHow is my favorite number 1 sister and even better coach doing? Need some help with setting up? I have time before my kickboxing class.âÂ
Sevika sighed deeply, âWhat do you want?â
Her sister instantly dropped the charade.Â
âOk, so itâs my little girlâs 10th, and it needs to be big.â
Sevika nodded as she drank her smoothie, âYou only turn 10 once.âÂ
âExactly! Sheâs going through this comic book phase, and She-Hulk is her everything right now.âÂ
She glared at her sister, âOkay?âÂ
Samira invaded her space, âAnd thankfully I have a sister, that would be perfect as She-Hulk! Youâre already buff, you just need the paint and some ripped clothes, and maybe a wig?â
She steps back and scrutinizes Sevikaâs appearance.Â
âI have a moodboard I can send you for the vibe, the theme colors are purple and green.âÂ
âNo wig.â
Sevika continued sipping as her sister raved about the party details, she didnât bother arguing with Samira.
âWhat quote did the entertainer give you?â she probed.Â
Samira shifted her jaw avoiding Sevâs eyes, âThe cheapest was $245 an hour! Can you believe that?âÂ
âIâll do it for $200.âÂ
Samiraâs eyes grew double in size, âReally?â
Sevika nodded reluctantly, her sister rushed her and squeezed as tight as possible.Â
âSevika, you are the best little sister ever! Thank you thank you!!!â she beams.Â
Sevika accepts the hug even though sheâs annoyed with the fanfare. A call disrupts their exchange, her sister grabs it and declines.Â
âYou have to help me set up the rest of the cones, though.â she states.Â
Without a fight her sister tosses her purse on the picnic table and grabs a net filled with cones.Â
âAnything for you my dearest sister,â she calls in a faux british accent.Â
Setting up didnât take long but it was deterred when the siblings got into it, Samira claimed Sevika couldnât defend her and Sevika had to prove her older sister wrong and break her ankles.Â
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The day of the party was nothing short of chaos, the green paint Samira recommended got everywhere, and after some youtube videos, the transfer finally subdued. She looked at herself in the mirror, she looked like a jumbo green crayon. She followed the advice of her sister and went with the ripped t-shirt and loosely ripped jorts, Sevika would see pigs fly before she put on the spandex body suit. A deep sigh left her, the things she did for her niblings.Â
The vibration of her phone drew her attention to the sink. A call came through from youâŚ
Sevika thought carefully over her next few steps, a part of her was happy you were finally calling, but another part was scorned. Sheâd gone this long without talking to you, what's a few more minutes gonna do?
She let the phone ring, and continued getting her costume together.Â
When Sevika made it to the party, her sisterâs house was filled with people setting up the blow up castle and caterers arranging the food. As she walked up she noticed people staring at her, she was confused until she remembered she was She-Hulk. If she could see herself the reaction would mirror everyone else's.Â
Her sister squeals when she spots her from the backyard. She runs up in her Scarlet Witch costume.Â
âForget it. Do me a favor, I have to go pick up the cake. Can you watch your parents.âÂ
Sevika chuckles.
As the party started Sevika had to hide away until it was time for her big reveal. She saw a text come in from you, but she ignored it and waited for her cue to come out and surprise the kids. Pacing around the guest bedroom, the sounds of kids and parents littered from outside. Everyone in their super hero costumes, parents attempting to wrangle their kids for a couple photos. Then she saw you in the sea of party guests. You had on a black widow costume trying to get a photo with your twins and the birthday girl. Samira was standing beside you, directing the kids. Sevika grumbled to herself for forgetting you would also be here today, she wanted to ignore you as youâve ignored her.Â
She heard the catchphrase word from her sister, and took one last look at herself in the mirror. Insecurities popped up, being aware of your presence made her aware of herself. Irritation stemmed at Sevikaâs edges as she headed for the party.Â
All the kids flocked to her when they saw her walk down. She lifted her arms as they surrounded her.Â
âShe-Hulk?â her niece probed.Â
Sevika nodded. She began flexing and they all kept screaming.Â
âSay the line!â her sister shouted.Â
Sevika took a deep breath.Â
âYou donât wanna see me angry!â she shouts. Â
All the kids and their parents lined up for pictures and she posed trying to make herself appear big and heroic.Â
Once your kids came up she felt herself freeze, her posture growing stiff.Â
âHey coach.â the twins greeted.Â
Sevika knelt down and gave them each a hug.Â
You stood watch over their interaction, even the twins asking when Sevika will be over again.Â
She coaxed them, feeling your eyes seeing through her. She nodded her chin at you in acknowledgement and posed for a shot with the girls. She lifted them both up, and they did their best flexing shot together.Â
You snapped a picture and thanked Sevika, almost like she was a stranger.Â
She wasnât sure what hurt most, being ignored or being treated like a nobody.Â
After the pictures, Sevika took a chance to sit down after all the fanfare.Â
The sun was beating down and Sev wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. She could see her paint peeking through on her hand.Â
She grabbed a water bottle and headed inside the air conditioned house.Â
Sevika closed the sliding door behind her, until she heard the sliding again.Â
She found you standing behind her. You looked at her uncertainly.Â
âI figured youâd want space, I didnât expect you to act like you didnât know me?â
Sevika tossed you an incredulous glare.Â
âOh, yeah?âÂ
She walked up to you.Â
âYeah,â you crossed your arms.Â
âIâm following your lead. Grayson comes back, Iâm only respecting your family.âÂ
âAre we doing this? I told you Iâm done. Weâre literally divorced, Sevika!â you gesture with your arms. âI keep telling you weâre not getting back together, we have to see each other for the kids.â
âNo, it's not just that. You ghosted me, I donât hear a peep, now all of a sudden, Iâm the bad guy?âÂ
Sevika walks away.Â
âIâm not doing this now. Iâm boiling and not in the mood.â she states.
You followed after her.Â
âSevika, wait.â
She continues walking deeper into the house, going down the hallway and turning into a room.Â
Samira showed up behind you.Â
âHey, weâre gonna cut the cake, did you bring your camera?â
Reigning in your composure, you turn to face her and nod.Â
âYeah, let me grab my bag.â
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Sevika hides in the bathroom to cool down, waiting for you to leave her alone.Â
You were everything she avoided confronting, she thought if she pushed her feelings to the side, the hurt would subside or at least dull the pain. Disregarding her hurt feelings was easy when she didnât have to see you, out of sight out of mind. But the look youâd given her stabbed her in the gut. Her ears still rang, she didnât even remember what you said and the incident was mere minutes ago.Â
A knock took her by surprise and then the voice of her sister.Â
âDonât worry, sheâs outside with the kids. Take your time,â Samira whispers.Â
âTell me if you need anything, okay?â
âOkay.â Sevika replied.Â
She waited for her sister to leave, and continued staring at her green goofy self in the mirror. This was supposed to be a summer fling and now sheâs hiding from you in the bathroom of her nieces birthday party. All because she couldnât deal with her feelings like an adult.Â
She left the bathroom, it was time she faced her feelings and dealt with the shit she started.Â
The kids were seated at the table eating sliced cake. The parents hovered over either stealing bites of cake or feeding their children. She found you at a table with your twins and her niece. The twins kept pretending to give you a bite of cake but changing their mind at the last second.Â
Sevika approached you. Caution to the wind.
â[Name], do you have a second?â
You looked up at her. And nodded. Your eyes found Samira.Â
âCan you watch them for a second?â you called to her.Â
She gave you a thumbs up and nodded.Â
Sevika led you back inside the house. Only, she didnât stop in the living room, she walked to the guest bedroom on the first floor.Â
Following her inside, you close the door behind you.Â
Sevika leans against the dresser.Â
âI haven't acted like myself.â she starts.Â
You stay silent, crossing your arms.Â
âI know we said casual, but I acted like a fucking child.âÂ
She got off the dresser and turned to you.Â
âI thought you ghosted me and I acted out. I heard about you and Grayson and jumped to conclusions.â
âYou olympic pole vaulted to your own conclusions.â you stated.Â
âI deserve that.â
âYeah, you do. You forgot there was someone else in this relationship. Iâm sorry, I got busy, some things happened and itââ
âWhat happened?â
âMalik has epilepsy, we just found out. I couldnât wake him up and it wasnât nightmares after all. Iâm sorry, the doctor's appointments and running around everywhere has been so hard.â
Sevika approaches you and brings you into her chest.
You let her console you.Â
âItâs been so hard, I donât know what Iâd do without Grayson. If you repeat this I will deny it. But itâs been so hard, and Iâm grateful I donât have to do this alone.âÂ
She strokes your hair.Â
âI canât believe you thought Iâd just drop you like that. And for Grayson? Been there, done that. I thought I wanted casual because what if we got too serious too fast. But after this past month, I missed you so much it physically ached.âÂ
Those words validated all the misery brewing inside of Sevika. Knowing her longing wasnât one sided.Â
âI have some news.â
You looked up at her.Â
âI took a job abroad. Itâs a coaching gig for this girlâs boarding school. I took the interview as a joke but I got it.â
Your eyes widened.Â
Sevika was waiting for the anger.
âSev! What the hell, thatâs amazing. I know how much you wanted to coach full time.â
She allowed herself to soak up your praise. The past weeks had her dysregulated. She was in a constant state of unease. Sevika felt like she could finally breathe.Â
âI want this. Iâm not meant for no strings or casual bullshit.â She says.
Sevika grabbed you from behind, she took a deep inhale of your hair. Letting herself sit in the love.Â
âMe too.â
You turn to face her. Wrapping your arms around her neck.Â
Sevika lets her hands trace the leather spandex you had on. Feeling your hips and going up towards the swell of your boobs.
âOkay, Dommy mommy, I love what you have on.â Sevika mumbles.Â
You giggle and avoid eye contact.Â
âYou soft on me or something?âÂ
Sevika nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck. Â
âNot sweet enough if youâre asking.â
A knock disrupts the both of you.Â
The door opens and Samira is standing in the hall. She eyes the both of you cuddled and rolls her eyes.Â
âNever mind, Amma. I found them.â she yells. âHurry up. And donât do anything I wouldnât do.âÂ
She winks and closes the door again.Â
Sevika and you chuckle to each other. The both of you look at yourselves in the full length body mirror and burst out laughing. Sevikaâs green paint is all over your leather body suit and the exposed skin.Â
There was nothing else to do at this point. You both still had the rest of the party to attend and you didnât have time to clean yourself up.Â
Sevika attempted to wipe you, but you grabbed her wrist.Â
âLeave it, I want them to know.â you goat.Â
She wraps her arms around you and showers you with pecks, knowing you would wear her markings with pride.
a/n: finally wrapped this series and it only took a year... better late than never!
Paring:Â detective!grayson x (creepy)victim!reader who's apt is burglarized
cw: sfw, modern!au, r!gender neutral, no y/n, no description of r!, inspired by you (netflix), no age gap, r! is toxic adjacent, dark relationship themes
synopsis: Detective Grayson knew better than to trust symmetryâit was often the prettiest lie. The story you offered was fragile and bruised, but the artistry in the way it positioned each piece, As Grayson traced the delicate contours of the narrative, part of herâa quiet, aching partâwanted to believe it. She wanted to preserve the illusion just a moment longer, even as her instincts whispered that truth never wore a mask so convincing. pt. 1 pt.3
wc: 4.9k
a/n: I wanted this to be one part but it was already on the long side. this has been sitting in my drafts since last year, enjoyyyyy°ââ.ŕłŕż*:ｼ
taglist: @genderqueerafrolatine @riotstemple29 @meamouraa @httpscatra
PAST:
Meeting Grayson wasnât an accident, it was a kismet intervention. Â
Fluffy tangerine clouds took over the sky. That only happened when it rained, but the air lacked petrichor. The smokey atmosphere made it hard to see past a few feet. Pushing past bodies, the streets were bursting with activity; pedestrians, firetrucks and police cars.Â
Yellow tape segregated everyone from the officers, your gaze followed where everyone was watching. Mama Macaroniâs had burned down, the familiar brightly lit emblem was burned to a crisp. Luckily your favorite sushi spot next door was unharmed.Â
An older woman in a robe was behind you.Â
âDid they say what happened?â you asked your neighbor.Â
She shook her head. âNobody knows yet. It happened around dinner time. No one was home, thank the heavens.âÂ
You tossed the woman an uncommitted smile, and went back on your way. As you looked up, you saw her.Â
Detective Grayson was interviewing eye-witnesses that had seen the fire. Her scarf, the authority she possessed. Her allure added to her appeal.Â
The crowd of nosey neighbors gave you an excuse to hang back and watch her in her element. Her attention to detail as she listened to the witnesses, the privilege of holding her attention. They didnât deserve it.Â
Eventually the officers told everyone to disperse, not you. Cigarettes made excellent decoys, nobody asked you why you were outside, or bothered you because most people despise the smell of nicotine. You didnât need to light it. The cancer stick was enough of a caution for all.Â
Normal people go home and facebook stalk a hot cop they see, but everyone was fake online. Face to face interactions are the best for getting to know people. In your case, the 20 foot distance while you followed Grayson home was close enough.
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PRESENT:
She couldnât hold your gaze because rage had been eating away at her since yesterday. Her mind found clues sheâd ignored during her stint, the polaroid in your entryway taken on the day in question. Catra hiding in the cabinet only at your command. She couldnât share any of this with her unit. If they found out about your relationship, itâd compromise the case. She played it safe and avoided any mention of your relationship. The voice of reason in her head questioned why she was protecting you still, her main goal was to find the perpetrator. How could she protect you from yourself?Â
The door clicked, you inched closer to the table and sat on it.Â
She came in slowly, she had on the same shirt from last night. Darkness surrounded her once bright eyes.Â
â[name]â she sat down, a manilla folder in her hand. Tension hung in the air, she avoided your gaze.Â
âGrayson,â you state.Â
âThere is CCTV footage of you, on days of two separate B&Eâs minutes after the crime fleeing the scene, â Grayson places two freeze frames of a figure in black, a face somewhat resembling yours.
You picked at your nails. âI live in the area, is it illegal to walk through my own neighborhood?âÂ
She placed another bit of evidence before you, âWe also have eye witness testimony placing you at the scenes,âÂ
ââBad copâ looks sexy on you, Grayson.â you purred
She remained stone faced. But her heart raced, she could feel her pulse thrumming against her forearms. Scarlett creeped up her neck.Â
You sighed deeply, dropping your mask. âEither arrest me or let me go and stop wasting everyoneâs time,â you seethe.Â
Grayson got up and left the room. Marcus along with the Captain were in the examination room.Â
âIf we keep her longer, sheâll confess, Cap,â Marcus said.Â
The captain raised her hand up. âThatâs enough, we donât have evidence for a conviction and our time is up, release her,âÂ
Grayson felt a weight off her shoulders.Â
âCap, are you serious? We canât let her walk,â
She didnât acknowledge the rest of his nonsense and left the space.Â
This battle was won but Grayson knew this arrest was the least of her problems.Â
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PAST:
Grayson lived in a brownstone on a mundane street. She lived on the second floor, curtains were always drawn even if she was home. At night, youâd watch her silhouette dance around her place. You quickly learned how rare it was for Grayson to be home, only going home to sleep or change. Her work life balance was rancid, she needed more time to herself. The detective work consumed her being.Â
It was fairly simple getting a hold of a police scanner, after work youâd listen to the dayâs scans in the background as you cooked dinner. Local PDâs used encrypted channels so you only had access to EMS/Fire dispatches, that only kept you entertained for so long. She wasnât at any of the incident sites you went to. After some begging Vi was able to connect you to a computer geek, Ekko. He was able to get you access to the police channels. Which gave you access to stabbings, grand theft auto, and shootings; with each violent crime youâd get giddy, praying itâd be the one that brought her to you.
Picking up more opening shifts at work, leaving your nights open to explore.Â
Your partner in crime, Vi didnât appreciate your extracurricular activities, she grew frustrated with your growing obsession. Keeping her in the dark was for the best, she wouldnât understand your relationship with the detective.Â
Your restaurant job got in the way of your sleuthing, you switched to dog walking. The doggoâs approved of Grayson, they enjoyed walking by her place just as much as you did.
After getting familiar with her routine you were able to pay her a little visit.Â
As you followed Vi up the fire escape, keeping an eye out for snoopy neighbors.Â
Vi grunted as she lifted the rusted window, slipping inside and holding a hand for you.Â
You climbed through the window and examined the space. Dreaming about it for the past couple of months
The inside of Graysonâs apartment was the only thing youâd dreamt of and standing in her living room was anti-climatic. The space was filled with boxes like sheâd just moved in.Â
âYou sure an old lady lives here?â Vi questioned.Â
âYeah, something like that. Why?âÂ
Vi points to an officer photo of Grayson in uniform, most likely after graduating. Sheâs posing with her hat and standing all stoic. You snapped a photo on your polaroid.Â
âOh. Weird. Thatâs what the intel said, maybe we got the unit wrong?â you shrugged. Trying to get Vi off your scent.Â
âWhats the pic for?â she probed.Â
âNothing, I just thought it was a cute picture. You know I love uniforms.âÂ
Vi walked around the space looking into the boxes. Entering the kitchen you zeroed in on the trash. Getting gloves you studied her waste. A lot of Chinese take out containers, milk cartons and cracked egg shells.Â
How did she like her eggs in the morning, You wondered.Â
âGross, what the hell?âÂ
You rolled your eyes at Vi, âWhat? You can tell a lot from a person's trash.âÂ
She peered over your shoulder as she hovered over you.Â
âWell this person can't be old, too much takeout. Weâre in the wrong place.â she muttered.
âCâmon it wouldnât hurt to look around.â
Vi huffed and went down the hall.
You continued searching in the kitchen, a pink bakery box snatched your attention. Such a stereotype, you loved it.Â
The box had glazed donuts, 3 and a quarter. Your mouth ached to have the last bit of that donut. The closest thing to a kiss. But Vi would murder you if you messed with anything. Closing the box you search for Vi. Sheâs in the bedroom, squatted in front of a safe in the closet.Â
Unmade bed with basic white sheets, and a few loose hairs. The urge to lay down and sniff the sheets but Vi would sense something is up, so you resisted. Instead opting for the bathroom, searching the trash in there you found pieces of loose floss. Without thinking you grabbed a few strands and shoved them in your bag. Continuing deeper into the bathroom, you grabbed her shampoo bottle and smelled it, she smelled like almonds and cocoa butter. After snapping photos of her shampoo and conditioner, you return to the bedroom.
âDidây get it yet?â you asked. Sitting on the edge of the bed. Gaze studying the bedroom, taking in the staleness of her bedroom. Besides that official photo in the living room, no pictures or personal touches to indicate this was her apartment.Â
âTake a guess,â she mutters.
âLet's go, theyâre a cop.âÂ
Vi huffs deeper. âFine, waste of fucking time.â She closes the closet as it was.Â
The both of you head back to the window. You exit, waiting for Vi. The sound of keys at the front door alerts Vi to move faster. She tries to close the window but the rusty old thing doesnât slide down all the way.Â
Without caring to see who it was, you both head down in the opposite direction. The detective should still be at work, she never came home during lunch timeâŚ
So you assumed.Â
Unbeknownst to you and Vi Grayson saw the cracked window in her living room. She approached it with caution, taking her gun out, she inspected all the rooms for signs of anyone. After she cleared her bedroom and the bathroom, she approached the window, she looked out only catching a running body with a flash of pink.Â
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PRESENT:
Grayson found you standing on the sidewalk distracted on your phone. The outside of the precinct was quiet, some pedestrians. She looked around to ensure no one from her team saw her. She approached you, âFollow me.â then continued walking, her fingers inched to touch the small of your back and guide you, the habit had set.Â
With apprehension you looked past Grayson assuming she was with others.Â
You watched her walk alone, and get in her sedan with the tinted windows. She eyes you down once she realizes you didnât follow her. The scrutinizing gaze she gives you makes you relent. Slowly you enter the passenger seat. Refusing to meet her eye.Â
âYou know I have tinted windows.â she states.
With a dismissive glance you roll your eyes, âI have nothing to say to you!â You huff. âI canât believe you turned me in, like the past few months were nothing. You were more than eager to toss me to the wolves.âÂ
âHey! Iâm the one who should be upset. Iâm an officer of the law before your girl-â she stops herself.Â
âYeah before my girlfriend, donât worry Gray youâll never have to worry about that anymore.â Your fingers reach for the handle on the door. âHave a good life, officer.â
âWait, [name]. I want to talk, please. You owe me some sort of explanation.âÂ
âI donât owe you shit.âÂ
âIf you leave, I have more than enough evidence to give my captain, or stay and we can talk.âÂ
That got your attention. âFine. But only if you take me home. I need a shower."
âWe canât. There are police on every corner of your block. You can shower at my place.â she offers.Â
âFine, whatever, I donât have any other choice.â You slouched into your seat.
The ride to Graysonâs apartment was tough, the car filled thick with tension. Neither of you wanted to break the bubble of silence.Â
When you arrived you walked up the steps to her unit, Grayson watched as you stepped inside and proceeded to go up the steps toward her apartment. Confirming the suspicions sheâd had. This wasnât your first time.Â
The both of you strode into her unit.Â
âIgnore the mess, I just moved in. âÂ
She watched you observe the space, taking it in slowly, unaware of the fact that youâd already shown your hand.Â
âNews to me. But should I be surprised? Youâre like a steel door,â you exclaim. âAinât nothing getting past those walls.â
Grayson didnât respond to your jab, she led you to her bathroom, her fingers finally got to touch you since youâd been out of the pokey. You hadnât even noticed her soft fingers on your back, the familiar feeling.
âThe towels are in the closet. Iâll be right out here.âÂ
Walking past her you look up. âThanks Gray,â A tiny smile graces your lips. âYouâre free to join,â
Grayson loses her train of thought, your gaze stirs something inside. Her rational mind was in a battle, she knew what youâd done but her feelings toward you remain unmoved. It disgusted her, how easily youâd fooled her. A fly caught in a spiderâs web, yet she was comfortable in her entrapment.Â
She closed the door behind her, feeling stuck on how to move forward. Her mind kicked in as soon as she heard the water running. Grayson riffled through your bag, youâd left it on the counter. She moved past the receipts and old gum pieces at the bottom, searching through all the pockets until she found your phone.Â
Grayson put in your code, and it unlocked. She secretly hoped the phone would reject her, but it didn't. Grayson went through your messages with Vi, Sheâd begun to suspect she wasnât your ex, which meant everything youâd told her about Vi was a lie. Much to her dismay all the messages were deleted and you didnât message anyone else. The shower stopped. She put the phone back in the side pocket and returned your bag to the counter.Â
Grayson met you at the door, you stepped out and walked to her bedroom. She stood by her door, while you stalked the closet side of her room.Â
Keeping the towel hugging your body you looked at Grayson. âGo ahead, I know you have questions. Talk.âÂ
Grayson had to fix her face to overcome the annoyance pooling from her. She wiped the bottom half of her face and took a quick breath. The inner torment of Graysonâs conscience on whether you were still on the same team or not.Â
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PAST:
After the stint in Graysonâs apartment it felt like she was avoiding you. The crime reports never led you to her anymore. Sheâd stopped coming to any crime scenes, domestic violence or familial disputes, nothing. A shooting near a grocery store? No detective in sight.Â
Vi had begun to take notice of your agitation.Â
The sun was setting, a soft glow covered your apartment. The two of you were on the floor of your apartment counting the money youâd gotten at your latest mark. Vi had intel of a widow that was out of town, a big brownstone thatâd be empty with millions of dollars worth of art and jewelry. Disarming the alarm system was easy enough, with the rise of at home security anyone with a wifi connection can reroute the system and turn it off for a few minutes. The house sitter only came during the day at the beginning of the week. The house lights were kept on the rest of the time to give the illusion of someone at home. The waste of energy leaving all those lights on sickened you. If anything the widow deserved to get robbed for her hatred of the planet. Unfortunately, the intel was only half correct, the Rembrandt paintings were fake, and the broad kept her good jewelry locked away. The safe was easy enough for Vi to crack, a few gold bars, $75,000 in cash and some diamond necklaces that could pay your rent for the rest of this year and then some.Â
Vi huffed at the collection of goods.
âHow tacky, we wouldâve been set if either of those paintings were real. But I knew it was too good to be true. No one leaves a Rembrandt in their house without lasers and shit.â you muttered.
âWe still have this,â Vi held up a key found in the safe.Â
You rolled your eyes. âYou step a foot in that bank and youâll be locked up faster-â
Vi shook her head. âStill not caught⌠We have time to check out the safety deposit box.â
âWhy stop there, let's just do the bank, imagine the luck.âÂ
Vi shoved you for being sarcastic.
Before she could answer, a screeching drew your attention to the walkie you kept for police dispatch.Â
âPanic alarm triggered at Chase Bank. Possible robbery.â
âCentral, 2-Adam-21 responding, en route Code 3.â
âCopy, 2-Adam-21. Additional units staging at 43rd and Madison. Suspect description unknown.â
Viâs gaze met yours. âWhatâs the point of that shit?âÂ
âI told you! Iâm making a chart of how fast dispatch responds to each area. They respond with more units if itâs below 10th St.âÂ
âYeah, no shit. Pigs get horny to arrest anyone from the Under city.â she murmurs.Â
You shove her. âItâll be good to know later if we decide to do anything that big.âÂ
Vi stood up. âStop with that nonsense. Only amateurs rob banks.âÂ
âBut-â
âNo. Itâs pointless, with the security and all the vaults, itâs not worth the risk. If you wanna be a dumbass, I wonât stop you.âÂ
Vi walks to your bathroom, stepping on your toilet she removes one of the ceiling panels, and moves the duffle of stolen goods in there. She returns the panel to its place.Â
âDonât touch that. We need to clean the money before we can-âÂ
You interrupt her. âI know. I know.âÂ
She exits the bathroom, you follow her to the front door.Â
âI got a shift at the package store, so I gotta go. Cupcake is still in motion.â she winks.
âCanât believe youâre still on that. Give it up.â
âYou say that now, youâll be eating your words when Iâm eating he-âÂ
Grabbing the door open, you shove her out. âOkay okay okay, goodbye Vi.âÂ
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PRESENT:Â
Grayson crosses her arms. âI only want the truth, if you canât afford that, I wonât waste my breath.âÂ
Something on the ground interested you more than her at that moment. âOkay, ask the right questions.â you state blankly.Â
Your gaze meets hers. âHow long have you been doing this? Weâve got 4 B&Eâs total, are there any others?âÂ
You shook your head. âNope. It was something dumb I started. Not gonna do them again, straight and narrow from here on out.âÂ
Grayson didnât believe you but she went forward. âYou didnât take anything from the apartments, why?âÂ
You picked at the hem of the towel, pulling the thread. âWhy not? I wanted to know what they had and they didnât have shit.âÂ
Grayson began pacing, she was growing frustrated with your petulance. Everything she asked was followed up with a lie. She needed to approach this from a different angle. Her mind came up blank with solutions, any method of interrogation she had didnât work with you. The time spent together clouded Graysonâs judgement, youâd become acquainted with all of her tells. The way she approached cases, she was at a standstill.Â
A cardinal perched on the window ledge, the light streaming in made it appear pink. An idea popped into her head.Â
Grayson hated lying to you, but she needed answers and you werenât making it easy. She walked up to the window and cracked it open a bit. The bird watched her movements.Â
âIf you wonât answer then Iâll just get your pink friend down to the station, you think sheâd be open to answering some questions?â she asked in a cool tone.Â
Grayson kept her back to you.Â
âVi has nothing to do with this. I broke into all those places myself, no one else was with me. Question me all you want but donât bring her into this.âÂ
The stress in your voice told Grayson everything.
She turned and leaned against the windowsill. âLetâs try this again, and be a bit more honest. This is all off the record. For my own peace of mind.âÂ
Your face gives nothing away, she sees you ponder over her proposition.Â
âFine.â You state deflated. âNo, those arenât my only B&Eâs but theyâre the only ones I didnâtâŚborrow stuff from,â
She holds your gaze. If she tightened her jaw anymore itâd break.Â
Avoiding her gaze you keep your eyes fixed to the ground. âI didnât take anything because that wasnât the goal.âÂ
Grayson squints her eyes at you. Crossing her arms. âWhat was your goal?â
She noticed the purple hue creeping up your ears.Â
âI was umm-trying to impress a crush,â you admit a bashfulness radiating off you.Â
âFor Vi? Sheâs your crush?â
You scrunch your nose at her. âEw. No, we grew up together. I donât see her like that.âÂ
âWho then?âÂ
Shaking your head. âNo. It didnât work so there isnât any point in rehashing.â Turning away from her.Â
Grayson walks in front of your eyeline. âLet me be the judge.â
âI thought you were a cop.â you joke.Â
Grayson keeps her arms crossed, not amused at all.
Without responding you get up and drop your towel, Grayson has to remind herself to look away. The temptation did nothing to cloud the anger that was festering in her. She watched you grab a henley from her drawer and put it on, along with some shorts.
The distraction gave you time to think of something on the fly. Exposing yourself to Grayson was easier than being honest. What would she think if she knew you did it for her attention? The thought terrified you, sheâd be angrier than she was about the break inâs. The entire relationship had been on lies, another wouldnât hurt?
Slowly you rubbed your hands together, sitting on the edge of the bed. You took a deep breath looking away from Grayson, âItâs too embarrassing, I donât want it to change how you see me.âÂ
She sits beside you. âThe last of our relationship has already been destroyed.âÂ
Her blank statement stabbed you deeply.Â
âThereâs this dealer in the undercity.âÂ
âDowntown?â Grayson probes.Â
You nod. âYeah, he controls the streets, thatâs how Vi and I got involved in that stuff. We were a couple of street kids, our families tossed us aside, well mine did. Hers died.âÂ
Grayson didnât nod, she eyed you down.Â
You continued. âI borrowed some money, I was between jobs, the interest piled up that it doubled the original amount. I canât afford to pay him back, so I do little jobs in exchange.âÂ
Grayson stood up, she went back to pacing, then stopped. âHow is that embarrassing?âÂ
Collapsing on your back, you shut your eyes. âBecause, Iâm dumb and got fucked by a loan shark,âÂ
Grayson didnât say anything.Â
âNot literally Grayson, Jesus!âÂ
She was grateful you canât see the various emotions sheâd gone through in the past couple of seconds. You didnât deserve to take pride in her jealousy.Â
âIf youâre being blackmailed, you shouldâve gone to the authorities.â she states.Â
Laying on your elbows you eye her. âRight, since youâre known for having such a great reputation at being helpful.â
Before you could blink Grayson was hovering over you, steel eyes gauge your response. Her arms trapped your head below her.
âConvenient that you were able to pay off the debt, when we started seeing each other.âÂ
Her cologne is the first thing that catches your attention. Spending the last few hours with her and you were only now inhaling her oak scent.Â
Yesterday she was yours, today you couldnât recognize her. She smelled like your woman, had her comforting aura but there was a new roughness to her, you couldnât help being drawn.Â
Without cause, you found yourself drawing her hips closer to you, expecting her to push you away, she didnât. Her gaze fixed to your lips. The gap closed as you crashed your lips into hers. Missing the taste of her even if itâd been less than a day. She returned the kiss with the same fervor, you thought the electricity in the air had been something you made up in your head. Your fingers fumbled with Graysonâs belt, you couldnât move fast enough.Â
A knocking interrupts you. Both your heads turn in the direction of the front door.Â
âGrayson, you home?â Marcus called through the door.Â
âŚ
PAST:
The night was steamy, humidity fogged up your glasses as you left your apartment. The pedestrians around you were chattering, you strolled with your burrito in hand. Getting ready for your dinner and show.Â
A bus stop and bench were parked on the opposite side of the Detectiveâs apartment. More specifically into her living room window.Â
Grabbing your burrito you listened to the police dispatch as you ate and memorized her silhouette. The curtains covered any sign of her so it would be an occasional shadow.Â
The street lamp protected you from the darkness of the night.Â
On a Friday night, most people were getting ready to go clubbing with their friends. A group of women walked across the street, giggling and chatting amongst themselves.Â
A loneliness tug at you seeing others with friends. A dispatch took you out of your pity party.Â
Central to all units, be advised, report of a home invasion in progress, 1123 Bergen St. Caller hiding in closet, suspects armed.
4-David-7 en route, lights and sirens. Advise if backup is available.
Central, 2-Lincoln-3 arriving on Bergen. Taking the north sideâcovering the front entrance and street view.
5-Adam-9 on scene. Taking the east alleyâcovering rear access and side windows.
David-7 posted on the west side. Triangle formed. Holding perimeter until K9 and backup arrive.
Copy that. Triangle perimeter established. K9 en route.
For once the dispatch was interesting, usually the crimes were domestic or boring neighborhood squabbles. This was the action you craved. You continued listening to the encounter. As you were about to take another bite into your burrito, she came rushing from her brownstone.Â
The detective was en route to the robbery. The idea was elementary; you were annoyed for not thinking of it sooner. Detectives came to the scene of robberies, even if they were low stakes you didnât mind getting her attention.Â
Perimeter secure. No movement in front. The rear door appears forced.
Breaching rear.
On the edge of your seat you waited for a response. Finishing off the last of your burrito you throw the wrapper in the trash behind you. Getting up, you look both ways before crossing the street.Â
Seeing as you were successful last time, you enter the Detectiveâs apartment through the window. On your 3rd attempt the window didnât budge, you chalked it up to your lack of strength.Â
You try to enter the building from the front entrance this time. Pretending to be on the phone, you stalk the entrance of the building until someone exits, you wait just before the door closes before putting your shoe through the door.Â
Making your way up the stairs, you get to her apartment. Checking the handle, people forget small things like locking the door when they rush. Unfortunately the detective is not one of those people. Your hands reach into your purse, grabbing your lockpicking kit. 3 minutes later you hear a click and youâre inside her apartment, again. The door was heavy as you made your way in, looking down upon entry you noticed a 24 pack of water bottles on the ground. Rolling your eyes, you make your way to the living room. Why didnât she just have a water bottle and save the excess plastic waste?
One suspect in custody. The second suspect fled upstairs. Officers in pursuit.
Second suspect attempting to exit through second-story window. Officers have visuals.
She left all the lights on, you look at the chinese take away on the fold out tray in front of the TV. Caring for the environment was nowhere near the detective's list of priorities. Searching for a remote you turn it on to see what she was watching before she left.Â
The news channel appears. Something about a break in. Turning it off you head to your main mission.Â
As you enter her bedroom, you grab her pillow and smell her scent, faint almond and musk. Walking past the clothes on the floor, you spot her hamper. Digging through the used clothing you grab a sock and tuck it into your purse. Spotting a pair of boxers on the ground, you decide against taking it. Youâre not some creep that steals womenâs underwear. You had boundaries.Â
Suspect detained on roof. Officers climbing ladder.
Second suspect in custody. Both suspects secured. No injuries reported.
Amusement as you continued listening to the dispatch. Only a moron would rob homes, all risk very little reward.Â
After the field trip, you make your way to the window and notice a lock. It suddenly clicks, she locked her window. A validation radiates you in knowing it wasnât your lack of muscles, the detective had grown suspicious. Why would she feel the need to lock her window? When you and Vi left everything was in itâs place nothing to alert her. Then you remember the window slamming. You curse to yourself, youâd been made.
Scene is secure. Suspects being transported to precinct. Investigation ongoing.
The idea from earlier was gonna be your best bet, if you wanted to meet your woman, youâd need to take matters into your own hands.
a/n: not sure if it needs to be said, but jic i don't not endorse robbery(ehh) or general creepy/stalkerish behavior towards your crush this is all fictional.
Paring:Â assassin!sevika x librarian!r
cw: sfw, modern!au, fluff, brief suggestion, playful banter, r!gender neutral, no use of y/n, r! is shy but not passive (tw), they're both loser lesbians lowkey, Sev is based on that one pic of her with shaved head (i cant find it atm), trying to go for a rom-com vibe very chill low stakes rn, angsty af, sev has a wee identity crisis, will be a series
wc: 1.7k
Synopsis: Life as an assassin made Sevika accustomed to killing for a price. Clean and swift was her specialty. That was until she'd met you. A gentle librarian residing in a sleepy town, you were everything her life wasn't â soft and intentional. For the first time Sevika was hesitant about her actions and the reason she never dared to question the darker parts of her life.
(2)
Acid reflux churned up Sevikaâs throat. The chopped cheese wasnât as agreeable going down, she chugged water to get the taste out of her mouth. She observed the dossier in her lap, it had an enlarged ID photo of you with basic information. Your eye color, weight, place of employment, bank account information, etc.Â
She perused her latest target, you. The information on the why for her targets were null. Sevika didnât need a sob story or revenge scheme, as long as her clients paid her and had a simple request, Sevika was flexible. 3 months, thatâs all the time she had to eliminate you. The entity that hired her didnât have a name, only a string of numbers. Whomever you crossed had too much money and time.Â
Sheâd been watching you for a month, getting accustomed to your schedule.Â
Mondays: Poetry Club. (3rd of the month)
Tuesdays: Book Club meetings, hosted by you, only 1st of the month.Â
Thursdays: Farmers Market on Main St.
Fridays and Saturdays: You saved those days for yourself. Date night = takeout+ you + Antique Roadshows.
Sundays: Church,worship, just the potlucks.Â
Most people went to church for religious obligation but youâd wait until the sermons were over and sneak in. Sometimes youâd bring pineapple upside down cake, or cornbread. Peach cobbler was your favorite, Sevika noticed you take the leftovers but not for your other dishes.Â
Today, she watched you read in a cafe, you tried something new and didnât like it. The mocha graham cracker latte sat untouched beside you. The drink grows lukewarm as the time passes.Â
All Sevika could do was laugh to herself, you were a quiet librarian with a boring life, why did someone pay her a million dollars to take you out?
She spent most of her days watching you but the intrigue brewed in her gut. What was your secret?Â
The internet gave her nil, she couldnât verify your name, nothing. You also didnât have much of a social media presence. No IG, Pintrest, FB,Tiktok, LinkedIn, Tinder, Reddit, you were a ghost. Undetectable, everyone had accounts, everyone but you.
Her tactics had to change, most gen zâers had several accounts she could keep an eye on, you? Sevika found herself going to farmers markets, libraries and a lot of runs in the park.Â
By learning your schedule itâd be easier to guess your next move. But after a month, something changed. No more routine, never doing the same thing twice. Youâd begun to switch up your goings and comings, almost like you knew you were being followed. It pissed Sevika off, she wasnât reckless, but she needed to change tactics this deep into her mission.Â
Sevika stood before the mirror, her appearance needed to be changed if she was gonna make contact. Her usual gruff approach made her stick out like a sour thumb. Nosey neighbors noticed her, now she needed to show face. If you went missing now itâd be easily traceable to her.Â
She loosely pulled the pony tail holding the little hair she had. The faucet leaking, rusting the silver in the aging linoleum, lifting at the edges.Â
She picked up the sheers, feeling the cold metal on her flesh hand, she began sniping the ends up to her eyes. Staring at the botched haircut, she dumped the shears in the sink, cursing to herself.Â
She rummages through the drawers for her clippers, plugging it in. The buzzing dulling her ears, she watched the jagged pieces of hair fall, until it was just an inch closely sitting from the scalp. Turning it off. Her gaze watched herself. Rubbing the freshly cropped head, she checked herself out.Â
Brushing the loose hair off, she grabbed the black box on the counter. Sevika opened and picked the piercings she planned on putting on. She grabbed a faux septum ring, putting it on. Two steel mini balls, she places one above her chin inside and outside of her lip. Her tongue messes with the magnet invading its territory.Â
After her shower Sevika sat in the humid motel room, she had your fatherâs Facebook profile pulled up. A regular guy posted a lot about his family, grandkids, and his son. Based on his social media, youâd think he only had one child. You were in pictures, but your father had paragraphs relishing in your brother's accomplishments, which included having a child. Nothing about employment, only lack thereof. The picture of your life was slowly getting filled in, Sevika didnât find a death certificate for your mother, assuming she left your life early.Â
âŚ
Sevika gave herself a once over in the full length mirror, baggy jorts hung from her hips, a cropped muscle tee that read âTryna get 8 upâ, the 8 bedazzled.Â
An approachable tourist was the vibe today, she grabbed some aviator glasses and sandals as she made her way to the library. Today youâd be working until 8.Â
As Sevika strolled to the library she felt the humidity in the hair on her vulnerable scalp. She assumed the lack of hair would cool her down from the heat, but the sun had other plans. The heat seemed to intensify without the hair acting as a barrier. She had SZA blaring in her vintage headphones, Sevika didnât try to shape herself into something else. The AC from the library cooled her down, she threw the desk lady a curt nod and strolled through mini exhibits. She can sense your presence, you gaze on her like a hawk.Â
The library is quiet on a Friday afternoon, a few kids sprinkled in the space, and adults on the computers. Sevika wondered if it was always this dead.Â
After a few failed attempts at the non-fiction aisle, she made her way over to you.
With a cart full of books, you were returning books to their shelf homes.
With an air of non-chalance she approached you.Â
âExcuse me, where are your cooking books?âÂ
Without facing her, âYou were close, thatâd be non-fiction,â you reply.Â
Words caught in your mouth when you meet her eyes.Â
âUmm. Uh.â You rub your neck nervously.Â
Sevika serves you with a soft smile. âCookbooks?âÂ
You nod furiously. âRight! Cookbooks, Iâm sorry, I donât know where my head is, Iâd lose it if it werenât already on my body.â You adjust your browline glasses.Â
Walking over to an aisle, you gesture for Sevika to follow you.Â
âHere you go, you were close,âÂ
Sevika noticed you avoid her gaze. Her mind went searching for an excuse to keep you close.Â
âThanks,â she says. âTold myself first thing out of the slammer, Iâd learn to cook. Need to keep my promise.âÂ
She watched your eyebrows meet your hairline for a split second, then you fixed your face.Â
You bent and grabbed a basic looking cookbook.Â
âThat sounds exciting, nothing like a fresh start.â you breathe. âHere, this is Tasty, these recipes are a good basic starting point. Like super basic and white so theyâre on the bland side.âÂ
Sevika chuckles softly. Slowly absorbing your advice.Â
âBut we all need to start somewhere, oh! And Ayesha Curry, for like quick recipes,âÂ
She stands there as you add another suggestion to the pile.Â
âAre you a baker?âÂ
Sevika shook her head. âI havenât tried before, no clue if Iâm any good.â
You nod. âOh! And Pattie Labelle, duh! Have you tried a Pattie Pie? Theyâre to die for.âÂ
âPattie pie?âÂ
âYeah, like she sells pies and her name is Pattie, y'know like Pattie Labelle.â
Sevika stared at you dumbfounded. âI know who Pattie Labelle is, I was in jail not under a rock,â
You giggle at her joke.Â
âLast one! Cravings, itâs by a model but she went to cooking school and now is known for cooking. Pretty solid shit in there.âÂ
You turned around finally noticing the stack.Â
âSorry, I didnât think itâd be so many. Here Iâll check you out.âÂ
Walking over to the check out counter, before you scanned the books.Â
âCan I have your library card? Actually nevermind-âÂ
Sevika watched as you entered stuff into your monitor. She leaned against the counter, admiring her books.Â
âName?â you asked.Â
âSevika.âÂ
âPhone number?â
âI havenât gotten around to um-â
âDonât worry about it, I can just use our number.â You took a quick sigh. âI canât believe I just asked that.âÂ
âYou shouldnât be so hard on yourself. Not everyday someone like me strolls inâŚâÂ
Shaking your head. âNot an excuse. And it occurs more than you think. Nothing like a library, we have everything yet some still think weâre a waste of resources.â
Sevika wanted to pry, she wanted to know who could view something as imperative to a community like a library as useless.Â
âWell, my dear, you are all set.â Placing a card in front of her and a pen. âJust sign and this beauty gives you access to everything within the walls of this place.â
Sevika signed the library card. âAppreicate the helpâŚâÂ
You offered her a warm smile. â[name],â
âCool name.âÂ
Your gaze fell to the counter, Sevika couldnât help but notice your bashfulness. Tucking a curl behind your ear.Â
âT-thanks.â you stuttered.
âŚ
Brown eyes watched Sevika walk out the front door. You sighed to yourself, finally having a name for the mysterious stranger around town. Cheyenne tsked behind you. Suspending the desire to roll your eyes, you turned to her.Â
âShe had longer hair the last time I saw her at the farmers market, and now she got holes all over her face.â You watched her fuss with some random desk supplies. âHow is she ever gonna find a man looking like that?â
Suppressing your smile you shrugged, âI doubt theyâre her target audience.âÂ
âOh. Well you never know, I had a friend in college she dressed like that too, all rugged and yâknow, but she eventually got married, found a good man.âÂ
Keeping your face neutral you let the words go through one ear and out the next.Â
âI have toâ umm get back to the cart, not done with go-backs yet.â She nodded as you walked past her.Â
Your mind was caught on the interaction with Sevika. You finally had a name for her, not just the hot quiet woman you saw all around town. Life was easier with a crush.Â
Paring:Â detective!grayson x victim!reader who's apt is burglarized
cw: sfw, modern!au, r!gender neutral, no y/n, no description of r!, inspired by you (netflix), no age gap, r! is toxic adjacent (lowkey grayson too), dark relationship themes
synopsis: Detective Grayson knew better than to trust symmetryâit was often the prettiest lie. The story you offered was fragile and bruised, but the artistry in the way it positioned each piece, As Grayson traced the delicate contours of the narrative, part of herâa quiet, aching partâwanted to believe it. She wanted to preserve the illusion just a moment longer, even as her instincts whispered that truth never wore a mask so convincing.
wc: 5.2k
a/n: I'm sorry, she so thic but omg this premise was just too good not to indulge °ââ.ŕłŕż*:ｼ
part 2 - mirrors
Chatter came from your apartment as you walked up to your door. The door was open agape, a mass of people in jackets entering and exiting. Police littered your entrance. Walkie-talkies noises blared all around you, flashing lights bounced off your walls. Anxiety made your stomach dip, your mind already thinking the worst. Clammy hands clutch your purse strap and approach your apartment with caution.Â
2 women and a man in formal wear stood in your living room, where your window normally was. The window was missing and dressed with caution tape. Crunching dropped your gaze to the glass filled carpet.Â
âUmm. Hello? This is my apartment, what happened?â your mind raced.Â
âWhereâs Catra?â you rushed to your cupboards, her normal hiding places, you found the trembling feline under the sink.Â
You brought your girl to your chest and showered kisses on her temple. Catra was beige all over except dark brown scattered on her arms and face. She looked like she always had a mask on.Â
A cough disrupted your reunion, you turned and found one of the officers, she gave you a gentle smile.Â
âMaâam, weâll need to talk to you about the break in,â she said.Â
She wasnât dressed like an officer, she had a mahogany trench and beige scarf tucked in. She gestured for you to join the others. She brushed her short cropped hair out of her face. As you walked past her, her scent caught your attention. Itâs a comforting scent, like freshly sanded wood mingling with shea butter. Â
The task at hand didnât include checking out the detective at the crime scene. It wasnât your fault, she was fine. Thank goddess, she was here to save the day.
You nodded and approached the other officers by the window.Â
âSomeone broke in? Ugh, this is like the 100th one this week!â you cried.Â
One of the officers had a stern expression. âWeâre aware of the situation in the neighborhood, maâam.âÂ
His tone made you uncomfortable.Â
âThen do something about it, itâs been like this for a month. If you did your jobs, youâd have caught the guy!âÂ
Before the hog could continue, Hotshot told him to calm down.Â
Cool headed, dominant and she smelled as sexy as she looked. You were in for a treat.
âI apologize for my colleague's temper, weâre all aware of this situation and are exercising all efforts to find the perpetrator.â she stated. Her expression was earnest as she rested a warm hand on your upper back.Â
âWhat happened? I was out with friends.âÂ
âWill your friends be able to confirm your whereabouts during the break in?â the other officer interrogated.Â
You turned to face them with narrow eyes and furrowed brows.Â
âIâm a suspect even though my apartment was burglarized, â you replied flatly.
The hottie put her hand up, âNo, but we must rule out all avenues. You should check your home. We didn't see any other signs of forced entry besides the broken window but you can never be too sure.âÂ
Soft fur grounded you in the chaotic room. Distracting thoughts spiraled about some creep letting themselves into your home and making themselves comfortable in your sanctuary.Catra purred in your arms, you held her closer.Â
âNo need, I donât own anything expensive. My jewelry is cheap gold and everything else could be found on Amazon.â you shrugged.Â
The sexy detective flashes a business card in front of you, grabbing the card you read the name, Grayson.Â
You finally had a name for her, Grayson. The woman of your dreams finally had a name.
âWe completed the forensic, you should consult your landlord about the window.â she said.Â
âGrayson, thank you.âÂ
Turning to face the other hogs. âThanks for nothing, I guess.â you dismissed.
She threw you a gentle smile.Â
âDonât hesitate to call if anything comes up.âÂ
Eyes roamed up her body.Â
Eventually landing on her chilly eyes, sheâd caught you. Only you werenât ashamed of your attraction, and gave her a sly smirk.
The gaggle of officers made their way out of your apartment, and all you had were glass shards and a dirty carpet, thanks to all the strangers roaming in your living room. Except her, she wasnât a stranger, she was but she didnât feel like it.Â
The oven read 01:23 a.m., after you cleaned up the glass shards, you taped a paper bag over your window and sprinkle baking soda on the dirty carpet. You locked Catra in your bedroom and took a shower with the door locked, for the first time since living alone. You left the bathroom in your PJâs and dried your hair with a towel. Youâd put an obstacle course by the window; your longboard, a few legos, with loose nails. If anyone broke in, you wouldnât make it easy. Admiring your handy work when a knock startled you, checking the oven it was 2:30.
You checked the peephole and found detective Grayson standing awkwardly . Cracking the door open with the chain still on, âGrace? Right?â you question.
âGrayson.â she corrects.
âOh yeah, my bad. Did you forget something?â
âI felt bad that our lack of due-diligence is the reason you feel unsafe, an officer is downstairs in case anything happens.âÂ
Of course, because the police were helpful the first time.Â
Sceptical eyes leered over Grayson, you doubted a police officer posted downstairs while you live on the 12th floor, would be any help.Â
âI volunteered, figured youâd feel safer with another woman.â she commented.Â
It felt like she could read your mind, she knew you were hesitant over the patrol.Â
âOnly if you stay in the apartment with me, how helpful can you be if youâre all the way downstairs.â
Closing the door, you undid the chain and opened the door to Grayson, âCome in Hotshot, donât let all that outside air in.âÂ
Grayson entered your apartment thoughtfully, she didnât comment on the nickname. She took off her coat and hung it on the hook by the door, along with her scarf.
âOutside? The hallway is inside, no?â Grayson asked.
She climbed out of her shoes and entered deeper into your home.
âNo, the hallway is my neighborâs air,â you gestured to the air purifier on your windowsill. âEveryone in this building smokes, and the landlord doesnât care so it just reeks here, all the time.âÂ
Grayson nodded as she looked at the hung up posters and polaroids that decorate your entryway. They were filled with random shots of your friends, Catra or yourself. You loved a good selfie, and the polaroid hits different than digital. Under each polaroid shot was the date and time. You noticed Grayson admiring them for a beat, you grabbed the camera, walking up to her from behind.Â
âSay cheese!â You hit the button as Grayson turned. The flash took her by surprise. You waited for the shot to print. Grayson blinked rapidly trying to get her vision to come back.Â
âAre you okay?âÂ
âYeah, I will be.âÂ
You grab Graysonâs elbow. âHere itâll be easier if you sit down.â
You walked her over to the living room, and shoved her on the plush couch. Sitting as close to Grayson as possible, you held her face in your hands.Â
âLet me see,â She flinched, but you grabbed her face regardless. âHow many fingers am I holding up?âÂ
Grayson gave you a blank stare.Â
âNo sense of humor, I see,â you released her face. âMakes sense, for a pig and all,â you stood up and checked on the shot from earlier.Â
Grayson scoffed at your insinuation. âWhat is the correlation?â Â
Ignoring her question, you looked at the picture. She had her hands guarding her face and eyes scrunched. So adorable. This couldn't go on the wallâ this was for your personal collection.Â
âThe picture came out blurry, wanna take another?â
Grayson wore a look of agitation. âMaybe next time.âÂ
You pouted. âYouâre no fun, Hotshot.âÂ
She gave you a disingenuous smile, cutting her eyes away from you.Â
A wall went up, you could feel it.Â
It was odd, sheâd only been here a few hours ago but being alone with her felt intimate. There were no buffers of forensic examiners or police, just you and her. Her scent wasnât as strong as before, she smelled like outside with a hint of coffee. How did she take her coffee, did she like it bitter and black or did she have a sweet tooth?Â
Strong arms hidden under that restrictive coat. She rolled up the sleeves on her gray button up and your eyes darted to the definition along her forearms. She reached for her phone from her back pocket.Â
Who was she texting?Â
âWell, it's been a long night, Iâll hit the hay, can I get you anything?â you ask.
Grayson shook her head, looking up from her phone. âNo, Iâm fine, good night.âÂ
Grayson hung on every word you said, you watched her eyes roam over your body.Â
Pivoting on your foot, you made your way to the bedroom.Â
Annoyance bubbled in you, she couldnât stand your company but had no problem ogling you. Your ego on the other hand thrived on it.
âNight detective, I hope you like what you see.âÂ
Her eyes darted to the floor. Â
âThe mess,â she stuttered. âWow, we left a terrible mess, Iâll talk to my deputies, we will be more cognizant of the mess going forward.â
You opened the bedroom, and Catra strolled out. She eyed Grayson across the room, stalking the new woman in her space.Â
âSure, the mess,â With a slight turn of your head. âSee you in the morning, Hotshot.â
You donât see her roll her eyes at you.Â
âŚ
Grayson wasnât supposed to be here. She toyed with the idea the first hour she left the crime scene. The guilt consuming her ate away at her need for sleep. Rationally, sheâd ask the captain if you could get protection but she knew the requests would go unheard. The original plan was to scout the neighborhood, then her feet led her to the scene, your apartment.
What she didnât expect was seeing your glistening figure in a silk night gown. Temptation was winning the inner battle she attempted to control. The shameless flirting didnât help.Â
The first night had been uneventful much to Graysonâs dismay, she didnât sleep as much as she thought. Her mind stuck on the details of the case, sheâd gone over the evidence over and over again. Nothing added up. The evidence pointed to an unsub with experience, but the petty crime suggested a newby. Perhaps, it was a group or a duo? That would explain the differing styles.
4 apartments on the same block, no DNA and no burglary just B&E (breaking and entering). Her mind had a hard time coming up with an endgame. If their motivation wasnât money, goods or violence, what was the point?Â
At work the following morning, she studied the evidence board.Â
Hands on her hips, she scrutinized over the details. The specifics were getting fuzzy, sheâd read over them so much, getting irritated at her own work.Â
Grayson slumped in her chair, massaging her temples. She took a few deep breaths.Â
Gentle footsteps approached her.Â
âHereâs the lab results that came in, Gray.â Maddie breaths.
âLeave it there.âÂ
âDonât hold your breath, no matches.âÂ
Grayson released a dry chuckle. âThis is an open and shut case, what are we missing?â her gaze returning to the board.
Maddie stood across from the board. âMaybe we overlooked something on the scene?âÂ
âThatâs irrelevant, the scenes have all been cleaned up, and I doubt the victims want to let us back in, after the mess we left.âÂ
Grayson glared at the shorter woman.Â
Maddie avoided her gaze, looking ahead. She scratched her chin, furrowed brows, lost in concentration.Â
âMaybe we should approach this from a different angle?â she offered.Â
Grayson gave a non-committal shrug. âAll roads point to a cold case.âÂ
âWhat about the victim from yesterday? Maybe sheâll be more receptive,â Maddie eyed her watch. âShe was more than eager.âÂ
Grayson rolled her eyes. âYou want me to manipulate the victim?â
âItâs our job, don't think of it as manipulation," Maddie threw Grayson a cheeky eyebrow raise.Â
Grayson blinked.Â
Maddie threw her hands in surrender. âSuit yourself, but, no need to reinvent the wheel.â she offered.Â
Grayson pondered Maddieâs suggestion.Â
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After work, she came over again. She brought bagels, an innocent gesture to check in on you. Nothing else.
You didnât open the door, a pink-haired butch, eyed her through the doorway. She had on a ratty muscle tee adorned with oil stains.Â
She sized Grayson up, âBabe, why is there a cop at your door?âÂ
Your head peeked out from behind, âDonât call me babe. Grayson!â you beamed.Â
Shoving past Vi, you wrapped Grayson in a hug.Â
âGrayson, Vi, Vi, Grayson, this is my ex. She was on her way out.â you muse.Â
She grumbled and grabbed a box filled with stuff.Â
âWhatever, youâll call me back,â Vi walked out of the apartment, and bumped Graysonâs shoulder on her way out. âShe always calls back.â Vi whispered for only Grayson to hear.Â
You dragged Grayson into the apartment. âSorry, ignore Vi, sheâsâŚâ you groaned. âYâknow?âÂ
Grayson nodded, lying would work for now. âI have um- similar experiences with my past partners.â Grayson stated.Â
The white paper bag in her hand drew your attention. âWhatâs that?âÂ
âA bagel place near my apartment was having a sale.â she plopped the bag on the counter and handed you a cinnamon raisin.Â
A big bite was taken from the bagel, Grayson just watched as you bit into the bagel in her hand.Â
âHowâd you know I like raisins?â you grabbed the remaining bagel out of her grasp.
You motioned for her to join you on the couch. âI talked to my landlord, and he won't be able to get to it until next week,â you took another bit from the bagel. âAnd then he has to order the window, so most likely 2-3 weeks.âÂ
âThatâs a long time to be without a window.â Grayson thinks out loud.Â
âI know! Fuck me I guess. I donât know what Iâm gonna do, I donât have family in the city, and Vi⌠I canât stay with her, too toxic.â you state solemnly.Â
âMaybe you have friends?âÂ
Catra traipses up to your lap, you pet her absentmindedly. âNah, I stopped talking to them after I got with Vi,â you sigh.Â
âIâll be fine, they already robbed me, why would they come back? They know I ainât got shit.âÂ
Grayson moves closer and rubs your back. âI wish the circumstances weâd met were different.âÂ
Catra jumps down and strolls elsewhere.Â
You wiped away a loose tear. âYeah, me too. I hate not having control over this.âÂ
âI can keep coming over until the window is fixed.â Grayson offers.Â
At her words your eyes light up. âYou sure? That feels like a lot, and we just metâŚâÂ
She shakes her head. âNot at all, itâll give me more time to research suspects in the area.âÂ
You enveloped her in a hug. Grayson didnât expect you to hug her. The sweetness radiated off your skin, with a hint of spice, was that bergamot?Â
She relaxed into the hug, and returned the gesture. When she became a detective she had a duty to protect everyone in her city and that included you.
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The cabbage from the cold low mein filled the air, you were on the floor with Grayson. She brought over Uno cards and you had to prove you could kick her ass.Â
After dropping a pick 4, Grayson glared and rolled her eyes at you as she begrudgingly picked up 4 cards. You giggled, competition looked sexy on her. Placing your final card down you called âunoâ, she threw all of her cards in the pile.Â
âThat's enough for tonight.â she grumbled.Â
Your laughter couldnât be contained. âWhy are you such a sore loser?âÂ
She rolled her eyes. âWhatever, you just got lucky.âÂ
âOnce, I get it but three times, I donât know babe, I think you just suck.â you purse your lips toward her. Her gaze flickers down to your lips.Â
Grayson stretches herself out. âIâm too old to be sitting on the ground like that.â
âYeah, grandma.â cheeky grin on your lips.
Grayson slowly turns her gaze down. âWhat was that?â She walks up to you slowly.Â
You match her gaze, standing up cooly. âYâheard me.â you doubled down.Â
She kept walking until your chests touched and she was staring down at you. The pebbled nipples like daggers stabbing Grayson.
Her ocean of eyes struggled to stay on yours.
She doesnât say anything. Her lips collide with yours, the kiss is hungry and fast, youâre both rushing. Grayson pulls away first, and puts herself arms length from you.Â
âIâm sorry, I canât do this. Iâm here to protect you, I canât take advantage of you.â She turns away from you, hugging herself, toward the window. Defeated. Ashamed.Â
Soft hands met her cheek, you lifted her head to face you.Â
âGrayson, donât be hard on yourself.âÂ
Grabbing her hand you led her to the couch, shooing Catra off. You push Grayson down, climbing into her lap, her hands grazing your hips. She's restraining herself. Eventually deciding to push you off of her. Catra hangs around rubbing against your legs.Â
Grayson is avoiding your gaze.Â
âWanna play hide and seek,â you coo at Catra. âGo hide, Iâll find you,â
The cat flees to the kitchen, hiding in your cabinet.Â
Graysonâs head is between her hands resting on her lap. She is struggling with this kiss, maybe you made a mistake?Â
You kneel on the floor directly in front of her. She ignored you on the couch, you hoped this would get her attention.
âI canât tell you what to do, if you want to leave, the door is right there,â you gesture behind you.Â
She flinches at your words, taken aback by the direction this took.Â
âI can get anyone woman down the street, in my bed, but I want you, Hotshot,âÂ
Grayson disregards the sting your words left, the idea of being replaceable gave her a sense of dread.
She sighs. âI want you as well,â Â
Hearing her say those words, set off fireworks inside. This wasnât one sided. All the hours youâd put in were finally paying off. She picked you. Â
âI donât want my feelings to detract from my mission to protect youâŚâ
You get up and walk towards your bedroom., you turn your head slightly over your shoulder.
âI promise itâll be much easier to protect me from my bed.â Your hand is out, awaiting hers.
Grayson looks at you and the hand. She ponders her choices, her legs decide for her as she follows you into the bedroom and shuts the door. She would do whatever it took to solve this case.
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Grayson let herself in, the savoury aroma of lamb wafted over her. The sun was setting, the only thing Grayson ate today was coffee, and a few bagels. Toeing her shoes off, she crept into the kitchen. Her gentle hands rested on your waist, head peeking behind you.Â
âHey love, what's this?â She dropped a peck on your cheek.Â
Grayson eyed the beads of sweat on your hairline. She wondered how long youâd spent in the kitchen.Â
âRemember when we had chili the other night, and you said it reminded you of your momâs gamora sadi?âÂ
You turned around. âI know I butchered that, Iâm sorry,âÂ
She could feel the heat from the oven. âGhormeh Sabzi?âÂ
You clapped your hands. âYeah, I found a recipe online and it looked easy enough,â You spooned a bit of the gravy and brought it to her lips. She eyed the sauce and then you, she opened her mouth and let you feed her.Â
As apprehensive as she was to cooking, Grayson was surprised how close you got the flavors. Nothing could compare to her motherâs cooking, but you didnât disappoint. Some dripped from her lip, her tongue sliding over the extra sauce.Â
She debated going for another taste.Â
âOk, go, Iâm almost done, I need to temp the meat but everything should be ready.â you shooed her.Â
Grayson took off her dress shirt, opting to stay in her tank top, she made her way to your living room. She sat on the couch and checked her phone. Catra jumped up beside her, begging for attention. Her hand gently pet the soft fur and she scrolled on her phone. The device kept going off, messages from Marcus came through. She ignored it, swiping the messages away.Â
The kid never knew when to take a step back from cases, she chose to let him tire himself out. She threw her phone beside her, grabbing Catraâs head to drop a kiss on the felineâs furry face. The couch vibrated, Grayson ignored it assuming it was Marcus. The vibration was ongoing, she picked her phone up. Growing irritated with him. But, her lock screen didnât show any notifications. Hands searched for the source of the vibrating. Curious fingers found your phone in between the seat cushions. Grayson froze when she saw who the messages were from.Â
Why was Vi texting and calling you? Her eyes looked to Catra, taking ownership over her lap.Â
A seed in her gut told her there was more to the story.Â
Neither of you had defined this relationship. Grayson had been hesitant to make this official, due to your resentment for her job. Youâd grow frustrated with how often sheâd take calls, reply to messages.
Without thinking, she found herself reaching to see what messages Vi sent. She typed the code into your phone, when she heard you coming, she locked the phone and flipped it.Â
She didnât think about the invasion of privacy. She didnât think of the consequences had you seen her.
You placed two bowls of stew on the coffee table. Grayson dropped to the floor beside you.Â
âYou didnât have to do this,â Grayson picks up her spoon. âI hope you werenât in the kitchen all day? You donât need to make gestures like this.â
You threw an annoyed look her way, âThe case youâre working seems to really stress you out,â A soft hand caressed her face as she ate. âYouâve taken care of me since the break in, and this is my way of taking care of you.âÂ
Grayson felt unease at your words.Â
âHow is it?â you questioned. âThere was a sale on lamb, and I just felt like it was written in the stars.âÂ
The question grabbed Grayson out of her stupor, âIt's delicious, reminds me of my motherâs.âÂ
She watched your bambi eyes grow at her words.Â
âWow, I wouldâve been happy with a âdecentâ, but delicious?â You licked your fingers. âHome cooking trial is done! We can go back to takeout after today, but we do have leftovers, like alot.âÂ
Grayson was almost done with her bowl, and considering seconds.
âGood to know Iâll have lunch for tomorrow covered,â Grayson sucked on the bones from her bowl. â The case will be cold before we finish the Ghormeh Sabzi.â she chuckled.
âItâs the one with the frozen corpse after the apartment fire, right?âÂ
She nods. âThe landlord has been clueless and the tenants are just as helpful.â
Your hands rubbed her back, she leaned towards your touch, dropping the remnants in her bowl and grabbing yours. She got up and took your dishes to the kitchen. She started on the dishes, waiting for you to join her.Â
You strolled in on your phone, typing.Â
âWork?â Grayson asked nonchalantly.Â
âNah, just spam, pretty sure my number got leaked or something.âÂ
Grayson hummed at your response. âI forgot to tell you, Vi called while we were eating dinner.â She loaded the dishwasher.Â
You leaned against the counter, packing the stew away.Â
A sigh fell from your lips. âYeah, she likes to pop up after a couple weeks.âÂ
âWhy didnât you block her?â
Grayson set the dishwasher and turned to look at you. Crossing her arms as she studied your figure.Â
âYou block all of your exes?âÂ
âNo, but Iâm cordial with all of my previous partners, this is different.âÂ
She watched your dark eyes stare her down and approach with caution. You turned away from her.Â
âFirst time we talk about your exes and weâre arguing,â a mirthless chuckle seeps from your lips. âYou know so much about my fucked up life, and I know little to nothing about you.âÂ
Grayson walks past you, and grabs your phone from the counter.Â
âWhat are you doing?âÂ
She sits on the arm of the sofa and hands you the phone.Â
âYouâre gonna block Vi, or I can leave.âÂ
She holds out the phone.
You cross your arms instead. âNo, because Iâm not blocking her for whatever this is. What are we?âÂ
â[name].â
âGrayson.â
âA relationship?â she quipped.
Liar. Liar. Liar.Â
The lies were piling up. The red flags sheâd ignore kept popping up like weeds. Just as the illusion was setting in, youâd give her another.
You wrap your arms around her neck and squeeze tight. âGoddess, Iâm such an idiot. I'm so sorry.â
She doesnât say anything, leaning into your embrace. She took a deep breath of you, she loved the combination of jasmine and cocoa butter. Smelling you always grounded her, right now the comfort was hollow.
A vibration made you pull away.Â
âNot mine,â You walked over to the sound and picked up Graysonâs phone. âDamn, someoneâs popular. Um- a Marcus has been trying to reach you, âÂ
Grayson swiftly grabs the phone from your hand and begins looking at the notifications.Â
You groaned dramatically. âIt better not be work, Gray.âÂ
She hummed a response. âLet me just send this quickly. And Iâm done.â She tosses the phone on the couch, putting her hands up.Â
âIs it about the case?â you probed, crossing your arms.Â
Grayson avoids your gaze as she sits on the couch. Your eyes followed her, approaching her slowly.Â
âNo, heâs hung up on something else.âÂ
You began pacing. Your mouth would fix to say something but youâd change your mind last minute.Â
âGray,âÂ
She looked down but tilted her face towards you.Â
âYouâre not keeping us a secret from your colleagues or anything. Right?âÂ
Grayson shook her head. She grabbed you to join her on the couch.Â
âWhy would I keep you a secret, love?â Liar.Â
She smiled at you, ignoring the dishonesty in her gut.Â
It was a small price to pay when it came to your protection. The warmth you held for her, made Grayson float, nothing would make her lose you. She wouldn't let anything come between you.
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Itâd been two months and your landlord had yet to fix the window. Grayson felt worked up for you, the lack of urgency was infuriating. Youâd listen and nod along to her ranting. She was right. 2 months is a long time to repair a window. She didnât need to know you never reached out to your landlord. Her visits every night persisted, sheâd been coming over for 2 months straight. She practically moved in, living here part time. The relationship and domesticity of it all, made you feel like a winner. Â
You were scrolling on your computer looking at bigger apartments for the 3 of you. Headphones were over your ears as you chatted with Vi.Â
âThatâs what you get for doubting me, I told you itâd work.â you beamed.Â
You could hear Vi gloating to you from the other side. âYou have to admit, Iâm a great toxic ex.â she joked.Â
You laughed to yourself. Her pompous ass, no one you knew had a bigger ego than a Leo.Â
âOk but you shouldâve seen her, jealousy has to be an aphrodisiac.âÂ
âStill donât know whatâs so special about that pig.âÂ
âSheâs not a pig, sheâs a detective, theyâre like different-ish?â you remark.Â
Scratching sound could be heard from Viâs end.Â
âWhatever you say, consider us even for the broken window.âÂ
You groan. âDonât remind me and thanks a lot, as if being alone in the city isnât scary enough.âÂ
You clearly hear her scoff, lightly muffled over the phone. âOnly a dumbass would try to fuck you over,â She coughed on her end, you knew she was smoking. âGot another hit if youâre interested, old man, no family and no security cameras.âÂ
âWhatâs the score?â you questioned.
âSpades,â she states.Â
This was Viâs code for diamonds, sheâd gotten paranoid that people were listening to your calls after some busts, now you have special code words for shit. Vi had years of experience and prison time against you, her expertise had yet to leave you astray.Â
âThis project will need some research, library date?âÂ
The ground beneath your feet vibrated as the front door closed, you looked up and Grayson stood at your entrance. A buoyant smile graced your lips. Seeing her was your favorite part of the day.Â
âDuty calls, I gotta go,â you pressed a button on your headphones and slid them to your neck.Â
Grayson stood at the entrance door still open. Shoes still on.Â
You got up to race to your girlfriend. Arms met her shoulders, but hers stayed at her sides. Her eyebrows slightly furrowed.Â
âBaby, whatâs wrong,â your hands caressed her face.Â
She handed you a folded slip of paper.Â
âYou are under arrest for suspicion of robbery and staging a false break-in. You have the right to remain silent. AnythingâŚâ she stated.Â
Everything in your world shifted off kilter. She continued with the spiel but you didnât hear anything. The only thing running through your mind was her. Did she deceive you? Did the relationship mean nothing? All that time youâd spent together, being open and vulnerable, had she been collecting evidence?Â
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The dank air permeated Graysonâs nostrils. The interrogation room was small, her eyes fixed on you. She watched you pace around with folded arms. Youâd been in there for at least 45 minutes. You fixed yourself in the mirror.Â
You took a deep breath and pounded on the mirror. âI know youâre in there!âÂ
Grayson didnât care that sheâd spent the entire morning watching you from the examination room.Â
Grayson hadnât slept all night, when Marcus brought the evidence she had no other choice but to arrest you. How could she be so blind? Sheâd been working day and night researching this case and it finally clicked. Youâd been playing her since the beginning. You were her blindspot and embarrassment consumed her. Sheâd fallen for your innocent act, a meek cat lady that needed protecting. But, she was all too eager to fill the role.
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After a rather difficult start to life you find yourself working for Silco. You grow closer and closer to two of your colleagues, Ran and Sevika. But will your complicated past drive them away?
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Chapter 13: Safe Together
âYou okay my sweet girl?â Ran asked you, both of their hands reaching up to hold you to them close. You let them move you, feeling too detached from your own body to really know what was happening around you.
âCan you get me a drink? I need to take the edge offâ you muttered and they nodded into your neck. âIâm not letting you out of my sight though. Stay with me.â Ran led you up to the bar, Theirum saw you approach and moved to serve you straight away. Ran ordered for you both and brought you round to their front where they held you protectively between their chest and the bar. Their hands held your waist, fingers running across the smooth material of your dress but not straying from your middle.
You were stuck still, so many thoughts clouding your mind. You barely even registered Ranâs calming touch as you gazed into the distance numbly.
Once youâd been handed your drink you shot it back, you felt Ran move as they did the same. The burn of the alcohol on your throat brought you back to yourself abruptly.
Suddenly everything was too loud and too bright. The neon lights of the club blinding you, the people crowding in on you, the music making you start to panic. You could still feel hands that didnât belong to Ran ghosting over your flesh.
âCan we go back Ran? I need to get out of here, itâs too much. I feel dirty.â Ran nuzzled into your neck and said âcome on baby, let me take care of you.â
They dragged you away from the bar and through the crowded club. The both of you walked the whole way through the alleyway and up to the top landing of the barracks in silence. You guessed Ran understood a little of what you were feeling since they didnât push you to speak.
Once you got back into the safety of Ranâs room, your mind clouded over in rage. No longer did you have to play the part of a pretty whore. Your mask slipped and you were able to finally comprehend exactly what happened tonight.
You immediately stripped down, dropping your weapons to the ground. Feeling overstimulated by all the fabric clinging to your body, you could feel your chest tightening, you needed to get everything off. You then threw your clothes off and walked fast into their bathroom and turned on the shower. Ran just watched you from the other side of the room as you stormed away, slightly shocked by your abrupt change in behaviour.
Anger coursed through your body and all your muscles tensed up. You refused to look in the mirror as you removed your makeup and quickly got under the water. You turned it up to the hottest setting just so you could feel the water scolding his touch away. You breathed fast heavy breaths as you stood letting the steamy burning water hit your back as you held onto the wall of the shower whilst your body shook.
How dare Finn touch you like that?! And the way he mocked your girlfriend? What must she be thinking now?
Sevika looked so pissed when she left you. You were worried that sheâd go out and do something stupid that would get her in trouble with your boss. Like teacher Finn a lesson for touching her girl, cut his hands off maybe? As much as youâd like her to get revenge for what he did tonight, you knew Silco would have an issue with that.
You were so lost in your thoughts you didnât hear Ran come into the bathroom until you saw them standing, just watching you.
âYou want to tell me what happened sweet girl?â they asked but you ignored them, instead hitting your head once against the cool tiles of the shower as you tried to regulate your breathing and shake your dark thoughts loose. But you were struggling to keep your cool, years worth of anger at all the men who had dared to lay their filthy hands on you boiling up. The emotions youâd spent years burying finally spilling over.
Ran sighed then reached in and checked the temperature of the water that you were under, since the small room was steaming up fast.
âShit baby! Itâs burning hot! Turn it down!â They cried out sounding so panicked but as they went to change the temperature you grabbed their wrist. You looked across at them and you knew they could see the rage in your eyes. âLeave it. Please.â
They looked at you with a sad expression on their face, it broke your heart a little so you let go of them and allowed them to cool the water down.
âI get that you feel dirty baby, but Iâm not going to let you hurt yourself.â Ran stood back and let you calm yourself under the cooler water. âIâll give you space but Iâm staying in here.â You huffed and turned away from them as you started scrubbing your skin with the loofah they had left in there for you to use when you stayed the night.
You were forceful in your cleaning, repeatedly scrubbing the areas you could still feel his touch on. Your waist, your arms, your back, your thighs, your arse. Everywhere.
You could see your skin getting red under your tattoos, almost every scar across your body raising angrily. It wasnât enough, you could still feel him there. Was it Finn touching you or was it someone else? Someone scarier and worse than Finn? Your father perhaps?
You couldnât breathe. Your chest was tight and you screamed out, years of suffering breaking free from your chest in a harrowing cry.
Your knees went weak, unable to support you any longer and you collapsed to the floor sobbing but still trying in vain to scrub your skin and make yourself feel clean. The water pouring over your body did little to stop the ghostly hands from touching you.
Ran cried out your name and, still mostly dressed, rushed into the shower and held you gently under the water.
âStop baby. Youâre hurting yourselfâ they said as they held your hands away from your body. You dropped the loofah and cried. Heavy sobs and shudders racked your body as Ran held you. You tried to push them away, too scared that youâd contaminate them with your past but they didnât let you break free. Once you gave into the feeling of their strong arms wrapped tightly around your body you went limp and just sobbed into their shoulder.
They hummed a quiet tune into your ear as they rocked you under the water. You recognised it as something that Zaunite mothers would sing to their children, your own mother included.
Ran whispered against your ear âthatâs it baby⌠just let it all out. Iâve got you.â They let you cry yourself down to a calmer state of mind, blessing you with their hushed soothing voice praising you. They always seemed to know how to handle your emotions better than you.
Once you had cried out most of the anger and pain they reached up and turned the water off. Your body quickly began to cool as they pulled away from you and grabbed a towel which they wrapped around your body. You were shivering now but they did their best to warm you up as they dried off your body.
Ran then prompted you to wrap your arms around their neck as they picked you up off the floor bridal style. You let out a little shriek of surprise and clung onto them tightly. You knew Ran was strong but you didnât think theyâd be able to lift you so effortlessly, that was more Sevikaâs style.
Ran placed you down on the bed gently and brought you a glass of cool water and a wet cloth for your scar on your face since youâd been crying so heavily. They sat you up and helped you drink. When they were satisfied that you wouldnât be dehydrated after all your crying and the steamy shower they let you lay back, still wrapped in the towel that smelt of them.
Then Ran softly placed the cloth over your face and left a kiss on your other cheek. They smiled down at you so sweetly and suddenly you could think clearer again. The burning rage of anger having now passed thanks to their care.
You inhaled the comforting scent of Ranâs laundry detergent on the towel as they stood and removed their own soaking wet clothes. Once they were just as naked as you they pulled back the covers and tucked themself in around you. Pulling you close and rocking your body gently.
âYou feel better now?â You nodded. âYou want to tell me what happened?â You took a heavy shuddering breath and nodded again.
Ran was patient with you as you took your time gathering your thoughts. Both their hands, one metal, one flesh, rubbing soothingly against your hips.
âHe made me sit on his lap in front of everyone. He⌠he rubbed his disgusting dick into me a-and touched me. He tried toâŚâ you wanted to tell them the whole story but the words were getting stuck in your throat. The hazy feeling of panic was starting to come back.
Ran sat you up and handed you the glass of water again. You sipped at it, the cool water soothing you enough to eventually continue. âHe tried to fuck me. In front of everyone. In front of Sevika. She couldnât do anything. She just had to stand there whilst I looked at her⌠I feel so bad⌠she must be so angry.â Ran held you tighter to them. You could feel their jaw tensing as they tried to find the right words.
Ran let out a shuddering breath before they spoke again. âDid he touch you there?â You nodded. âDid he get inside you?â You nodded again. Ran froze against you, you heard them inhale sharply as what your nodding meant registered with them.
Ranâs silence was deafening but at least they werenât pushing you away in horror, instead they held you closely, pulling you into their body until there was no space left between you both.
After a few minutes of them processing your answer to their question, Ran spoke up. âSevika wonât be mad at you. Sheâll be furious at Finn, like me.â You looked up at Ranâs face, they were staring straight ahead, you could see their mind turning over and assessing what happened.
You knew Ran wasnât prone to dangerous fits of anger like Sevika, they were sneaky and silently deadly. You werenât as worried about their reaction, whatever revenge theyâd act out would be well planned and hard to trace back to them. Sevika was more of a punch now, ask questions later type.
You sat up from their hold, panicking slightly at what Sevika might do if she wasnât thinking about the consequences. âI- I donât want her to do anything to him! Or Silco! I donât want her to get in trouble...â Ran appeared to come back to you then.
They pulled you back down and nuzzled into your wet hair and spoke softly. âSheâs smart. As much as sheâs probably unbelievably furious at them both she wonât do anything stupid, sheâll try to curb her anger. She knows what roles we all play down here and how even the smallest action can have dire consequences. Sheâll finish up with Silco and come back to us.â You knew Ran was right. âSheâll come back safely?â Ran sighed again. âMaybe physically but sheâll need care tonight too. We all do.â
Ran held you for a little longer and then moved to roll you both a joint to further calm your nerves. You laid your head down on their chest, wet cloth still covering your scar, and you let the heady smoke soothe you.
It didnât take much longer for Sevika to come back. And when she did you saw how tired and frustrated she looked.
You stood from Ranâs hold on you and walked over to Sevika as she pulled off her cloak. She looked down at you for a second and took you in. Your hair was wet, your facial scar slightly swollen, and your skin was still a little red from the scolding water and your harsh treatment.
She sighed deeply and pulled you into her warmth. Her chest rising and falling with every breath, you could hear her heart beat calming with every inhale.
âI spoke to Silco. Heâs not going to make you go to the next meeting.â Your breath caught in your chest as you felt her grip tighten on you.
âFinn has made a mistake with another shimmer order and pissed him off. Heâs going to call a meeting with Finn tomorrowâ Sevika smiled softly down at you before she looked up, and over at Ran.
âRan, Silco wants you there instead of our Princess.â Your eyes flicked over to them. You watch as they nodded, a slightly evil grin on their face. âSilcoâs going to put him in his place. Tighten his leash so to speak. Remind him how he got to be a Chembarron.â You had no idea what Sevika meant by that but you found you didnât care at all. You didnât have to go through that ordeal again. At least not for a while.
Sevika sat down at the table and pulled you into her lap. You hugged her closely and rubbed her silky hair in between your fingers.
âIâm sorry Sevika.â She pulled back from you and went to speak, but you gently held her cheek and continued before she objected. âIâm sorry that you were ever put in this position, feeling so helpless. But without your strong presence in the room I wouldnât have gotten through that situation. You grounded me.â She nodded against your hold on her face and pulled you in closer.
She asked you what exactly Finn did to you and you found you were able to tell her since now you knew he wouldnât have the opportunity to escalate his behaviour.
Whilst you told her how he forced his fingers inside your dry cunt, you felt her tensing and tightening her grip on you. Her breathing was heavy as if she was holding back on her reaction for your sake.
A tense silence filled the room but Ran spoke up, breaking the uneasy atmosphere. âSev. Come to bed?â Sevika didnât say anything but instead held onto you as she stood. She placed you back in Ranâs waiting arms and stripped off before taking her place on your other side.
âI⌠I know this might sound weird⌠but I could really do with you both putting your hands on me. I need you to rewrite Finnâs touches.â Ran moved to kiss you softly, only pulling away to say âthatâs not weird baby. I get it. Just let us take care of you.â
Ran and Sevika both turned in to face your body, their hands coming up to hold you softly. Ran facing you, kissed you gently and pulled your thigh over their hip as you moaned into their touch. Sevika nuzzled into your hair and breathed deeply as her hands came up to play with your breasts. You had your head lying on Sevikaâs flesh arm and could feel her own breasts pushing into your back as her thigh came to rest in between your spread legs.
Sevika continued breathing in your scent as she spoke up âyou always smell like my Ran. It reminds me of you baby, even when youâre not with us.â She pulled her head back to look down at Ran, who broke away from your kiss to lean up and kiss Sevika. You watched from underneath and felt that blooming joy that you now knew to be love spread through your body.
Ran smiled cheekily into Sevikaâs kiss and said âI did that on purposeâ against her lips. Sevika pulled back and laughed softly. âI know you did, you naughty brat. Always playing games. It drove me mad at first. I knew youâd had your hands on our girl, but eventually I searched for it. For confirmation that she belonged to us both.â You continued to lay back and watch the interaction between your two lovers.
âSheâs our pretty girl. She makes me so happy Sev.â Sevikaâs metal hand came up and stroked Ranâs face.
âI know sweet one. I feel the same. Iâm so grateful to you for bringing her to us. When I first laid eyes on her in that fight ring something told me sheâd be important to us.â You loved it when they talked about you like this, as if you werenât right there with them listening to every word. Even though they were saying perfectly loving and sweet things about you, your pussy tingled pleasantly. But wait⌠Sevikaâs words finally registered with you. She was there when Ran came to see you in the pit?
You leant back on both elbows, drawing their attention to you. âSevâŚ? You were there with Ran?â She nodded, âRan took me along with them one night. Little shit never let me in on their plan to get Silco to âbuyâ your way out. Just said they wanted to show me something. I was confused at first, thought it was just the violence and blood they were getting off on or something. But when you came out I watched their face light up.â
When you first met Ran you didnât think they could have ever been that expressive but now, having fallen for them you knew exactly the face Sevika meant.
âRan pointed you out and told me to watch you closely. So I did, you fought well, completely dominated the other girl. Ref had to pull you off her. You looked so⌠hot. Covered in her blood. But then Ran told me to look closer at you and I saw it⌠you were in pain. Not physically or anything but like your eyes were drained of life.â
She looked down at you with a soft and sad expression. âI could see you were suffering. You were covered in cuts and bruises, although it was hard to see under the body paint and tattoos. I could have sworn I recognised you from somewhere⌠your eyes⌠Iâd seen them before.â
You wondered briefly if youâd ever crossed paths with Sevika before then? âOr maybe it wasnât even your eyes, just the look in them. That was something Iâd seen in Ranâs eyes and⌠in the mirror. Whatever it was I felt this connection to you but I⌠pushed it down. It wouldnât have done me any good to go around attaching myself to people.â You nodded, you completely understood. Youâd been in the same position before with girls you met in the brothels. Whirlwind flings that eventually ended in someone getting hurt, or killed.
âWhatever it was Ran knew Iâd act that way, dismissing my feelings and moving on. Little did I know⌠they were working behind my back to get you here. So when Silco sent us to âpick something upâ that heâd purchased I had no idea it was you. But when we got brought down to your cell and I saw you pacing there back and forth I knew theyâd played their little games to get you out.â
Sevika turned to look at Ran then. âYou knew I cared for you even then Ran⌠butâŚâ she sighed, âthings were different, I was different. I wanted to distract myself from the feelings I had for you. Going to visit the girls in The Gardens, getting wasted and fighting with anyone who crossed me. I watched you with our girl. You were soft and gentle, you brought her out of that sadness we saw.â
She turned back to you now. âI never knew what you were like before all this but I could see you becoming stronger and better from Ranâs treatment. I wanted to let myself feel that too, but with both of you. I wanted to be a part of that warmth you shared.â
You placed your hand on Sevikaâs cheek and stroked it gently. âLetting you in meant that I let Ran in fully for the first time. They may have been my partner but I still didnât want to let them get too close. If I cared then I had something to loose.â
Sevika took another deep breath, her eyes closing for a second before speaking up again. âThe other morning when I woke to Ran panicking trying to find you I⌠I knew then that I never wanted to lose you, it was too late. I cared.â
A tear ran down your face but it wasnât yours. Yes, you were teary eyed but they hadnât spilt yet. You looked up to find the source and saw Ran crying. You felt your chest clench at the sight before you but stayed laying still between them, this was their moment. They both needed this.
Sevika sat up to comfort Ran and you moved back out of the way, leaning against the pillows. She pulled them into her lap and held their face against her chest, wiping their tears away and kissing their forehead.
You listened to them gently talk to each other, âSev⌠I knew you felt that way but you never opened up to me. You kept pushing me away and sometimes I thought I was stupid for never giving up, but I couldnât. I needed you. Then, when I saw this sweet girl I felt this overwhelming urge to take care of her, she needed me too. After a few weeks I knew for sure that she was the thing missing from us both and I wanted to show you that.â
Great. You were crying too.
Sevika looked over and saw your face, large tears rolling down your cheeks and a wobbly smile spread across it. She sighed and pulled you into an embrace with her flesh arm that wasnât occupied. You let yourself be held with Ran against her chest and you moved both hands to Ran, one holding their flesh hand and the other wiping the tears from their face. This was it. The moment was right so you spoke your truth.
âI thinkâŚâ you sighed, âI think I love you both.â
There was silence in the room as they both turned to look at you.
Shit. Maybe you shouldnât have said that.
Your hand left Ranâs face and moved to fiddle which the collar theyâd both given you. Upon seeing this Ranâs metal hand grabbed yours and pulled in back down to their chest, resting just over their heart.
âI loved you from the moment I first saw you, sweet girl. That love grew the more I got to know you. And Sevika, your walls were built up so high when I first met you but you let me in just enough and I was able to break them down brick by brick. I loved you before you ever let me close, back when you lost your arm.â Sevika was holding back tears, you could see it in her eyes. You nuzzled into her hold on you.
She just nodded and didnât say anything back but you knew she loved you both, you didnât expect her to say the words in that moment. She was new to feeling, so much so you knew youâd have to give her time to come to terms fully with her emotions. You leant in and shared a passionate kiss with Ran before you turned to do the same to Sevika.
You rested your forehead on hers and sighed.
âI need to tell you something before the moment passes.â They both looked at you and Ran sat up in Sevikaâs hold, both of their hands came to meet yours in a gentle embrace.
âThe other morning when you couldnât find me. Iâd been gone all night.â They both looked a little confused and shocked but you continued. âYou both fell asleep and I was scared. I didnât want to have that nightmare again and hurt either of you whilst I was blacked out. What happened that night I hit you, Ran, really got to me and I kept playing it over and over in my head. So once you both fell asleep I left.â
Sevika was about to speak up, presumably to tell you off but you carried on. âDonât worry, I didnât leave the landing. I⌠I went to my own bed. But I immediately regretted it. I was cold and alone⌠I cried, a lot, then passed out from exhaustion and I had the nightmare again. Not as bad as before but still, I woke up panicking and you werenât there. I told myself that it was better that way, that at least you two didnât get hurt. Then I just got up and carried on with the day.â
Ran was the first to speak. âBaby I didnât know that. You should have woken us up and told us you were scared.â You shook your head, âI didnât want to burden you both. If Iâm too much you might leave me and I wouldnât be able to deal with that.â
You started crying now, small sobs and tears leaving you as you told the truth. Sevika turned your face to hers and wiped your tear with her metal hand as gently as she could.
âShhhh, we wouldnât think you were too much. We both had nightmares like that after we lost our limbs. That shit stays with you. It may not be about the same thing but we understand the fear. You should have woken us up and I want you to do so in the future. Okay?â You nodded and sighed.
âMy nightmares are about loosing something too.â They both stayed silent and waited for you to speak again. âI never told either of you the whole thing exactly but I guessed youâd put the story together a littleâŚâ you went on to share the living nightmare that was your childhood.
Recollecting your past now as an adult, after years of other trauma that stemmed from it you could be a little bit unemotional in your retellingâŚ
Your mother had died when you were around 5 or 6. She died giving birth to your baby sibling, you never knew if it was a boy or a girl. Something went wrong and your father being a doctor, not a good one, decided heâd try and cut her open to save at least one of them. It didnât work and they both passed away.
You saw how he left her body all cut open and your sibling laying on her chest still attached to her. He left and didnât come back home for days.
When he did return, things were worse. He drank. A lot. Almost constantly. More and more of his patients died due to his negligence and he would take his anger out on you. You only knew violence at home so you ran away for days on end, somehow always ending up returning when things got too hard or someone hurt you badly.
Thatâs when youâd gotten the scar on your neck that youâd already told Ran and Sevika about one night over drinks.
You had your throat cut by someone trying to steal the few possessions you owned. Once you had successfully fought them off, you returned back to his clinic compressing the wound the best you could, blood all over your body and struggling to breathe. Luckily the cut was poorly done and you just needed stitches, which your father did with no anaesthetic, perhaps to punish you for leaving.
You stayed home for longer after that, the streets felt more dangerous and your father had you help him in his clinic now you were older. The work was bloody and hard but you found that being able to help people helped you in return.
Then it got bad again.
You grew into your baby face and started looking more and more like your mother everyday. Your father continued drinking and would confuse you for her most nights, mixing your names up as he forced himself on you, but you were too weak to fight him off. So you left again.
He would hunt you down to bring you back kicking and screaming. He wouldnât let you leave, saying you were his and only his, but you always found a way out.
One night he discovered you in an alleyway with a girl, she had similar circumstances to you but was a few years older. Tall and pretty. Your dad caught you kissing her and lost it, he killed her that night in that alleyway. You tried to fight him off but he knocked you out and took you back home.
You woke up to a burning pain in your face, thatâs when you got the scar that cut across your eye and cheek. Your father was straddling you, slicing you up, disfiguring you so nobody else would want you. You had tried to scream but you couldnât move, you could hardly think straight. Youâd guessed he had drugged you so he could do as he pleased.
All your hazy mind could focus on was the pain and his demented voice babbling about how he was saving you from being lusted after by other people, that only he could love you. Blood got in your eye, nose and mouth. Red blurred your vision and the copper taste choked you.
You blacked out again from the pain and when you woke up, heâd passed out drunk and you were covered in your own blood. You hobbled down to his clinic and stitched yourself up in the mirror.
The scar healed badly and it took years for any feeling to come back into the torn flesh, luckily over time it smoothed down and faded into what it was now. You felt you lost your motherâs beauty that you had inherited. Any confidence you once had now completely shattered, you were just grateful that you could still see out of that eye.
After your father mutilated you for the first time you fell into a deep depression. He was right, nobody would want you now, you were his. You were dirty and used, only your father could love you. So you stayed, you stopped trying to leave and just gave into his will, forgetting who you were and the fighting spirit you had inside.
The violence and sexual abuse continued and you eventually got pregnant.
You noticed your periods had stopped but you didnât think much of it, youâd only just started having them and you knew they could be on and off at first till your body adjusted. But it got to the point where you couldnât deny that your stomach was rounded and you were being sick most days. You remembered your mother showing similar signs when she was pregnant with your sibling. So you looked your symptoms up in one of your fatherâs medical journals and it only confirmed your worst fears.
Your father noticed the change in your body since you could never hide it from him and he knew what he had to do. He had told you he didnât want to lose you like he lost your mother. Since you were still so young, it was dangerous for you to go through pregnancy and childbirth. So he told you heâd solve the issue, heâd save you.
You still donât know why you trusted him to help you, he never did, he only ever made things worse. One day he strapped you down to his operating table and removed what he referred to as âhis little mistakeâ, then removed your fallopian tubes so it wouldnât happen again.
That was when the nightmares began. The blood. Your fatherâs manic face. The baby⌠The trauma of that event playing itself over and over in your head every night till you couldnât stand it any longer.
Once your wounds had healed you ran away for the last time. Never setting foot in that building again.
You stayed on the streets for a few years, managing to avoid your father better now that you were older. Some other kids took you under their wing and taught you to fight and survive in The Lanes.
The old owner of The Last Drop even fed you sometimes, heâd let you sit in the bar and eat a plateful of lovingly prepared food and youâd watch familiar faces come and go, laughter and chatter had filled your heart in those moments. You remembered that the man was kind and strong, he had a big smile and loved deeply, but that was all. The darkness of what was to come had blurred those sweet memories and the faces were no longer recognisable.
You didnât manage to last long on the streets until one night when you were asleep in an abandoned warehouse you were kidnapped by a gang of men who sold you to a madam for a cheap price. That was when you started working in the brothels. You were fed, clothed, and slept safely with the other girls in a communal room. Your father couldnât reach you there.
But your nightmares could.
Youâd wake up kicking and screaming, some of the other girls tried to help you but most avoided you. Being associated with you was dangerous. Youâd get into trouble often, ending up beaten and bruised into submission.
Your anger and frustration at the world having resulted in you fighting clients and the brothels owners so they would punish you violently. Your back now carried the scars of their anger.
Because of your fighting and defiance you were moved around to different whorehouses until eventually you were sold to the illegal fight pits. You thought youâd die there, either in the ring or by your own hand. Caged like an animal until it was time to come out and fight for your survival. All for the entertainment of others.
During the lonely nights spent on the cold hard floor of your cell you didnât allow yourself to dream of freedom. Hope never seemed possible in this lifetime.
Everyone had given up on you.
Youâd given up on you.
Then you were saved by Sevika and Ran.
You sat back and stared off into the distance as you finished your story.
There was silence for a few seconds as the heavy atmosphere in the room settled. It was almost suffocating you, the memories of your childhood starting to replay in the back of your mind. Until Sevika pulled you back in to her warmth.
The sensation causing you to focus back in on the world. Sevika was crying into your hair, holding you tightly to her chest. Her fingers digging into your flesh almost as if she needed to be sure you were real. Then you felt Ran move and settle to your other side, they left a kiss on your cheek and stroked Sevikaâs hair.
You hadnât expected that reaction from Sevika, you knew she was hardened by years of her own difficult childhood. Most people in Zaun were.
She lifted her head and you wiped her tears away. âSev⌠look at me. Iâm safe now arenât I? Itâs all over.â She refused to look at you instead just held you to her chest and cried harder. âRanâŚâ you called out. Ran ushered Sevika to let you go slightly, brushing her hair out of her face and kissing her cheek. Ran always knew how to comfort you two best, they wiped her fresh tears away and spoke softly. âLook at our girl, sheâs so strong and sheâs here with us now. Sheâs safe and we can build a life together. Make Zaun a better place so no child needs to go through that.â
âSev, lookâ you said as you gently encouraged her to look down at you as Ran finished speaking. âIâm so much happier now, I have a job, a space of my own, but most importantly I have a future. With you both. Weâll be safe together, okay?â
Eventually, with Ranâs coaxing, Sevika allowed you some more space to breathe. But she kept a protective hold on you the best she could, that was one of the silent ways she showed you she loved you.
You fell asleep that night cuddled in between them both. Sevika held you to her chest, stroking Ranâs arm that was wrapped around you tightly. You could feel Ranâs leg slide in between your own and their metal hand was cool against your tummy. You were at peace, and most importantly safe.
Maybe now you could start to heal from your past and look to your future with Sevika and Ran. Whatever that may hold.
Paring:Â detective!grayson x (creepy)victim!reader
cw: sfw, modern!au, r!gender neutral, no y/n, no description of r!, inspired by you (netflix), no age gap, r! is toxic adjacent, dark relationship themes, murder lowkey, implied sex
synopsis: Detective Grayson knew better than to trust symmetryâit was often the prettiest lie. The story you offered was fragile and bruised, but the artistry in the way it positioned each piece, As Grayson traced the delicate contours of the narrative, part of herâa quiet, aching partâwanted to believe it. She wanted to preserve the illusion just a moment longer, even as her instincts whispered that truth never wore a mask so convincing.
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taglist: @genderqueerafrolatine @riotstemple29 @meamouraa @httpscatra
âGrayson, you home?âÂ
Marcus called through the door.Â
She put her finger to her lips and grabbed your hand leading you into the bathroom.Â
âDonât say anything.â she whispered.Â
You nodded.Â
She shut the door and made her way to Marcus, before opening the door, Grayson took a deep breath and composed herself.Â
Opening the door, she came face to face with an anxious Marcus.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â she probed.Â
Faux yawning.Â
âCap might drop the case. No break in almost a week, sheâs getting fruitless. We need something.âÂ
Grayson nodded.Â
âMight be for the best, no one got hurt and there are other-â
âNo! I thought Iâd at least get you on my side.â He huffed.Â
Grayson rubbed the back of her head.Â
âMarcus, break ins are common for city living. Nobody was hurt and thatâs all that matters. Iâm too busy with this arson case.âÂ
The emotions Marcus went through went by in a flash. Heâd worn a sullen look, and morphed into doubt, now he had an intense gaze to him. Grayson tried to look elsewhere, avoiding his eyes.
âI thought youâd be on my side. But it looks like I have to take care of this myself.âÂ
He turns away from her.
Grayson grabbed his arm. âMarcus, donât do anything stupid.âÂ
He ripped his arm out of her grasp and walked off.Â
She watched him march down the stairs. Grayson knew deep in her chest what heâd do, something heâd done plenty of times in cases that never panned out. Marcus was gonna plant evidence in your apartment and she didn't know how to protect you.
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As Grayson talked to Marcus, you snuck your phone from the kitchen and snuck off to the fire escape. You were grateful for the layout of her apartment, Grayson blocks his view of the apartment, talking to him in the hallway. This allows you to sneak around without being seen by Marcus.Â
After your stint in the slammer you saw all the missed calls from Vi, and all your messages were from her. Leaning against the railing you called Vi, the phone rang for a beat.Â
âCâmon câmon, answer.â you chanted to yourself.Â
On the 4th ring she answered, âWhere have you been?âÂ
âI got held up with something,â you said.Â
Vi didnât need to know youâd spent the night in booking, the mere fact youâd gotten caught was embarrassing enough.Â
âYeah? I swung by your place but you havenât been home all night. Girlfriend keeping you busy?â she muses.Â
Messing with your hair, you huff.Â
âYeah, something like that. I donât think this is gonna last though.âÂ
âWow, that was fast. I keep telling you to stay away from bitches that donât munch.âÂ
Grayson watched you from the window. She lifted the pane to hear your conversation.Â
âThat was one time!â you huffed. âGood sex is the least of my problems, and Iâve learned from my mistakes, thank you very much. Only eaters from here on out,â
Behind you Grayson took in your musings. For a moment, everything felt normal. Regular night listening to her girl, yap with her friends.Â
In reality, she still had to protect you, whatever Marcus had planned was gonna be overkill for the crime.
âHmmm, lemme guess. You? Did yâall go out yet?â you mused, chuckling into your cell phone.
She opened the window more and sat in the open space, listening to you.Â
âWait? This isnât the same girl, bye. I donât believe you,â you held the phone with your shoulder and picked at your nails.
âWell? Was it good? Oh! Yeah, weâve tried that but Iâm usually on the receiving end. Please tell me youâre not usingââÂ
Turning around you made eye contact with Grayson.Â
âUh, bye, I gotta go. Iâll call you later.â you whispered. Â
Crossing your arms, clutching on to your phone.Â
âHow was Marcus?â you asked.Â
Your expression gave nothing away. Grayson debated being honest with you, she wasnât sure if the information would be helpful or not.Â
âHeâs gonna be a problem,âÂ
Your face appeared unimpressed.Â
âHeâs gonna plant evidence in your apartment.âÂ
Biting the inside of your cheek, you took a deep sigh.Â
âColor me shocked.â
You glare at Grayson.Â
âShitty cop planting evidence, fork found in kitchen.â
You roll your eyes.Â
Grayson doesnât acknowledge your sarcasm. She swung her legs around the window and stood up, standing beside you. Her hands came to the railing.Â
Fate tempting you to lean into her warmth. But your aggravation stifled your longing.Â
âI have to try to talk some sense into him, heâs done something similar in the past.â She states.
âWhatâs different now?âÂ
She shook her head. The question hung in the air. The both of you knew the answer but were too cowardly to admit it.Â
You.
Grayson brings her elbows on the railing, staring off into the street below.Â
Leaving her side as you sit on the stairs. You couldnât help but scoff. The shit she gave you over justice and morality.Â
âWhat about you?â
Your gaze penetrated Grayson and her walls.
Uncertainty began eating away at the pedestal you put her on.Â
âNevermind, donât answer that. I donât want to know.âÂ
The words stumble out faster than you intend.Â
Your hands met your stomach, you were gonna be sick.Â
She turned around to face you, but you were already climbing out the window.Â
â[name], wait. Please.â Grayson called out.Â
You were already in preservation mode. Grabbing your phone you sent Vi, a single text.Â
PB SOS
Grayson came up behind you, grabbing your shoulder. You shrug out of her grasp.Â
âGray, I have loose ends to tie up.âÂ
âDonât run. We can fix this.â she breathed.Â
Her arms met your waist. A warm chin met your shoulder.Â
âI think itâs too late for that, Grayson.â you whispered softly.Â
She accepts your words.Â
âIâll visit you, as often as I can.âÂ
A mirthless laugh escapes your lips. She thought youâd keep her in your life after all of this.Â
Her arms provided you with temporary comfort.
âRemind me again, where were we before the jackass interrupted us?â you muse.Â
She smiled shyly. Eager fingers reached out to her belt buckle, you grabbed the loop and led her into the bedroom.Â
âŚ
After Grayson spent the night tracing every curve on your body. Memorizing the touch and taste of each of your valleys and peaks.Â
You were lying beside her until she fell asleep, and heard snoring.Â
Quickly grabbing a t-shirt on the ground and some underwear, you climb out the window with your phone in hand. The sun has set, the moon lit up the darkness surrounding you and the lamp-posts below have turned on.Â
You see the people below you, grateful you wore underwear. Leaning with your back against the railing, you call Vi.Â
âI got everything.â she says.Â
You sigh in relief. Thank goddess. Vi had a knack for last minute escape plans.Â
âNobody saw you?â You probe.Â
Your arms wrap around yourself to keep you warm. The chill in the air makes your skin pebble, even as you attempt to ignore the cold.Â
âNah, but why were there cops all over the street?âÂ
Rolling your eyes you debate being honest.Â
âIâll explain later, were you able to get the passports?âÂ
âYeah, uh just one, I got a passport.âÂ
âWhat are you gonn-âÂ
â[name], Iâm not going with you.âÂ
You move your phone from your ear, making sure itâs on, because she couldnât be serious.Â
âYouâre staying? Why? Whatâs the point of being here?â
âYâknow I got a new girl and I have this new job as a bouncerââÂ
You giggle at her words.Â
âViolet, there are girls in every city and I promise, this isnât the only place you can guard. What's going on with you?âÂ
âMe? Youâre the one with the secrets! What arenât you telling me?âÂ
âItâll be easier to tell you on the road. Please, I canât be alone.â You plead.
She scoffed into the receiver.
âI knew it. I gave you a chance to come clean but you didnât.âÂ
âWhat are you talking about?â you croaked. The pits of the t-shirt are soaked, even while you shiver.Â
This isnât how you thought this call would go.Â
âYour pig not keeping you warm anymore?â she hums.Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âI tracked your phone. That apartment we broke into, itâs hers, right? Your new chick? Were you ever gonna tell me?âÂ
âWhy are you being sensitive now? Fine! Yes, it was her place. Are you happy? Can you come with me now?âÂ
âFuck you.âÂ
The line goes dead.Â
âVi!âÂ
You shout in frustration.Â
That money was gonna help you cross the border and now you had nothing.Â
You called her back but the call didnât go through. She is not keeping that money, you worked too hard to get it. You dialed her number again, giving her a chance to answer.Â
You send her a text but the message doesnât send. That money was gonna help you set up a life somewhere, anywhere!
The railing vibrates as you hit it repeatedly, she stole your only chance at freedom, without that you might actually have to go to prison. Fuck the money, a single gold bar would be enough to have you set for a while, 1.5 million is some peopleâs retirement fund. If you could take 2 youâd be set, maybe buy a house by an oceanfront, get a job at a book store, and start a simple life. That was before Vi took off with your shit, youâd be damned if her and the hook-up of the week were galavanting with your spoils. The previous night was enough for you to avoid all crime, youâre never ending up in a cell again.Â
Once you head back inside, you see Grayson sitting up in bed, the blanket falling from her shoulders revealing her exposed chest. The beautiful view isnât enough to get you out of your rage. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes, reaching her hand out to you.Â
âThere you are, come back to bed,â she hums.
The hesitation doesnât escape her, your reluctance to accept comfort from her. You take a deep breath and sigh dramatically. Taking her hand, you look into her steely eyes.Â
âGray, Iâm not going back to a cell. I canât and Iâm-âÂ
She interjects. âI know.âÂ
She gets up, her naked form approaches you.Â
âWhen are you leaving?âÂ
Your fingers trace the knuckles on the back of her hand.Â
âTonight, that was the plan but thatâs not possible anymore,â You slump into yourself.Â
Hopelessness showered you, after the night youâve had, this money was your ticket to leave.
Grayson watched you turn around and stuff your face in the pillow. Her hands rubbed your back as you shouted into the soft cotton. She wanted to help, but Grayson knew whatever you had planned was far from legal.Â
âNot gonna lie, is it selfish to say, Iâm glad I get you for another day?âÂ
Grayson heard your chuckle in the pillow.Â
âOnly one more day, I have to pack and get some clothes before I leave.âÂ
âSounds easy enough, let me stand watch as you go to your place.â
You perked up at Graysonâs offer and caught her gaze.Â
âReally?âÂ
She dead panned and you realized her joke. âFunny.âÂ
Grayson nuzzles the side of your neck, âHow long do we have until you leave?âÂ
Her arms found purchase on your hips.Â
You let her pull you into her arms.Â
âOnly a couple more hours, I gotta be out by dawn,âÂ
A growling stomach disrupted you. âWas that yours or mine?â you questioned Grayson.Â
She shrugged. âBoth?âÂ
You watched her get up, and grab a pair of boxers from the floor.Â
âLets get something to eat, we canât go another round on empty stomachs,â she said dryly.Â
âŚ
The next morning, you borrowed a hoodie and sweats from Grayson, and a baseball cap. If anyone asked you were going for a quick jog. The stroll to your apartment was short and uneventful, scoping out your street was easy, the police werenât awake yet so you were able to sneak in.Â
The window was fixed in your absence. Your apartment looks disheveled, the place seems to have been ransacked. Whether it was Vi or the pigs, you had no clue.Â
Your feet moved quicker than your mind, you scurried to your bathroom and stood on the toilet, checking your spot. Once you moved the ceiling cover your hand felt around for the bag, but you felt the ceiling. Nothing was in the space.Â
You made your way to your bedroom and grabbed a suitcase, emptying the contents of your drawers. Getting a baggy for toiletries, you headed for the bathroom and grabbed whatever skincare you had available along with your toothbrush.Â
While you packed your mind stuck on the duffle bag with the goods, Vi wouldnât have brought it to her apartment, her sister was too nosey. A score that big had to be hidden somewhere in plain sight, where else did she keep stuff? Something in your gut kept telling you to keep looking around, taking that out would be too risky. Would she consider leaving with it?Â
Searching your apartment, you look in every crevice youâd think to hide valuables. The kitchen came up blank, you tried every drawer in the bathroom or hiding spots, same result. You sat on your bed thinking, staring at the full length mirror before your bed.Â
Then you saw it.Â
Crouching down you took the drawers out of the chest and low and behold, you found the duffle hiding beneath them. Pride filled you, and you grabbed it and looked inside, saying a silent prayer before opening it. Everything from the last lift was there; the bars of gold, the $75k, you wondered if you should take it all to flip it on her, but you decided against it. You grabbed a gold bar and half the cash and put the duffle in its spot in the ceiling. The both of you had spent too much effort and time on the heist for you to fuck her over.Â
The sound of your front door knob alerted you, thinking fast you raced to your shower. Thoughts racing, was it Marcus, here to plant evidence? Maybe Vi came back to take all the winnings for herself?Â
You were already thinking of possible solutions for getting out of this mess, but your anxiety didnât help your rationale.Â
Being stuck in your shower unnerved you, the once ambient sanctuary you washed your worries away, now felt constricting. The small shower never bothered you before, yet this very moment made you feel too big for your space. Like a snake that outgrew its cage.Â
A familiar gravelly voice calls out your name, slowly peeking through the curtain, you spot Grayson.Â
The feeling of relief envelopes you, as you bounce to meet her in your entrance. Her warm arms embrace you with delicate authority.
âWhat are you doing here?â you ask.Â
She takes in your frazzled expression, âDid something happen?âÂ
You shake your head.Â
âNo, Iâm really glad youâre here.âÂ
You hold the embrace longer than necessary. Clutching onto her for safety. Breathe in her scent and run your fingers through her hair.
Letting a deep breath out, your nerves ease.Â
The both of you let go of each other.Â
âI need some muscle.â
âOh yeah?âÂ
She tosses a knowing look your way.Â
âYou donât need to inflate my ego, I wouldâve done it anyway.âÂ
Grayson grabs your suitcase from your bedroom, while you sit on your couch for the last time. Your gaze drops to Catraâs bowl, looking around worried about your baby. Realizing how long it's been since you saw her. A hole begins to form in your gut, itâd been almost 24 hours since you last saw her.Â
Searching the cabinets comes up empty, but so does Catraâs food. Who would take your furbaby?Â
A male voice draws your attention to the entrance, you hide in your kitchen.Â
âMarcus?â Grayson questions.
âGrayson, wha-um. Whatâs going on?â he murmurs.Â
Her gaze shifts to the kitchen, from her spot in the living room she can see you duck, but Marcus canât.Â
âCap asked me to keep an eye on the place, in case the perp came back.âÂ
Heâs surprised, âI thought she dropped this case?âÂ
Grayson places the suitcase on the ground.Â
âWe have until the end of the week.âÂ
He nods slowly. Grayson can tell he isnât buying the story.Â
âWhatâs this?â He eyes the purple luggage and kicks it.Â
âFound it lying around, you know how dangerous the city is.â
He chuckles.Â
âHere I thought the stick up your ass was getting worse. Anything else worth taking?âÂ
She keeps quiet.Â
He walks around her, peering in the bedroom as he rubs his chin.Â
âThis reminds me of that home invasion from last spring, the sorority,â he whistles. âFucking gold mine, lost count of how many loose panties I found.âÂ
Graysonâs silence disarms you.
âLet's see if Iâll be so lucky again.âÂ
Her hands grab a transparent trophy mount of a large golf ball and swings it at Marcusâs head. The blood from his cranium decorates the award with merlot, the heavy paperweight drops to the soft carpet. Staring at the limp body, she sees you peek from around the corner and approach her slowly.Â
You crouch to inspect the body closer, and turn back to eye your award. The blood was seeping through the cheap rug.Â
You release a quick sigh, âItâs giving crime of passion,â You joke. âI was scared youâd use the polaroid camera.âÂ
Grayson falls to her knees, âHeâs been my partner for 5 years.âÂ
âDead as a door nail.â
She cuts her eyes in your direction. âHow can you be crass at a time like this?â
You roll your eyes. âHe was an egotistical pervert that got off on power. Stop acting like the world lost someone valuable. Garbage person, garbage corpse.âÂ
Gesturing with your arms for emphasis.Â
âHe canât be dead, I was just trying toââ
âWhatever. Itâs done. Also you really want me to believe a cop hasnât shot their gun once?â You give her a once over.Â
âYour body count was more than 0 yesterday, and it stayed the same. Now let's clean up before the stain sets in.âÂ
Both hands grabbed the award, and you took it to your sink, turning the water as hot as possible and walked away.Â
Grayson sits on the floor, loosely hugging her knees. Staring at the corpse.Â
A sigh of annoyance leaves you, âBabe, get up. We have to clean.â you walk towards her.Â
âNo. You need to turn me in.â she states with finality.Â
âNo Iâm not,â you plop beside her. âIâm not a snitch, A, and B, no, not when you couldâve done the same. Consider us even.âÂ
Her calm demeanor is replaced with a snarl, â[name], I understand this is normal for you being a stalker and all, but Iââ
You guffawed. âExcuse me? A what?âÂ
The acquisition raised you to your feet. Grayson followed suit.Â
âBreaking into the apartment of a detective is dumb, but breaking in twice?â she inches closer, holding your gaze.Â
Dropping your facade you eye her, and purse your lips and cross your arms over your chest as a way to shield yourself from the truth. She led you to believe your own delusions of always being ahead a few steps. In reality she was playing you. For once you were speechless, you didnât know what to say.Â
âAnd yet you still ended up in my bed,â Your finger met her chest. âI knew what I was getting myself into, I saw who I wanted and went after her. Whatâs your excuse?âÂ
Your scrutinizing gaze penetrated through her.Â
âI donât know! I didnât plan on falling for my stalker!â She barked.Â
She turned her back to you. Trying to distance herself from you.Â
âEver since I let you in, a storm of chaos follows in your wake.âÂ
She covers her mouth and takes a deep sigh. Her steps lead her back to the couch.Â
âLet me get some more rags and hot water.â You croaked.Â
Holding back the tears at her words.
You swallow hardâyour arms burning as you continue dabbing on the blood soaked carpet. Putting your focus into anything other than Grayson.Â
âI just wanted to be with youâŚI didnât mean to cause destruction to your life. You just seemed so lonely, and I-It doesnât matter. Iâm sorry.âÂ
Grayson leans her elbows on her knees and takes a deep sigh.Â
Taking a pause from cleaning, you sit back on your knees. Â
The both of you stare at the corpse on your carpet.Â
Grayson turns over to you. âI donât suppose you have someone for this?â
You shake your head.Â
âWe shouldnât disturb the body. Leave it to me.â Getting on your feet. You grab Graysonâs hands and get her on her feet.Â
âYou need to leave before anyone sees you.âÂ
She furrows her brows as you lead her toward the door.Â
âWhat about you?âÂ
You shake your head.Â
âDonât worry about me. Iâm leaving this place behind me.â You state.
âI need you to go home, shower, and go to work like any other day. Kiki with some chatty-cathy and make your presence known.âÂ
Grayson nods.Â
âAnd Gray,âÂ
She looks at you expectantly.Â
âDonât forget, prison is not a place for pigs.â you state.Â
She holds your gaze for a moment, then she leaves you behind.Â
a/n: There will be an epilogue with a time jump, I didn't want this chapter to be too long but lowkey this story was fun af. My next Grayson fic might be a enforcer!grayson x consultant!r, maybe workplace enemies with benefits?
Paring:Â nerd! abby x mean girl!reader
cw: mainly angst, sfw, modern!au, inspired by glee so this will be unhinged, gn!reader, no y/n, no description of r!, revenge of the nerds, r! is a bitch, Abby is sinister but so is r!, Abby's sweater/sweats combo is basically hannah montana's wig, dina and ellie are mean girls and ooc, the act of slushying
Summary: Abby Anderson was a loser, but Anders was a buff rugby player that recently transferred. Anyone else can see the two are the same person, but common sense isn't that common.
word count: 2.5k
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taglist: @genderqueerafrolatine @riotstemple29 @meamouraa @httpscatra
The spring air whistles through the campus lawn. Sunshine making your laptop screen black, you were squinting, reviewing your dance teamâs competition submission from last year.Â
The weather was bright after the dark winter youâd endured. The campus was crowded with activity. Your friends spread out around you. Ellie on her back soaking up the sun and Dina pretending to do homework with her textbook out. Her attention glued to her phone.Â
Dina looked up and snorted. âGeek alert.âÂ
Your attention turns to the person in question.Â
Abby Anderson.Â
She had her signature baggy clothes even in this summer heat, her attempt at trying to make herself invisible. An impossible task for someone of her stature. Her presence annoyed you to another degree. So docile and quiet, you hated women like her.
She stood by the fold out table, along with her band of losers, with their sign up display. Like anyone would be desperate enough to join their club.Â
Her, Nora, Mel and Owen, had been trying to start the Glee Club back up for your university but they never got traction. The club had been shut down for over a decade, to open it back up they needed at least 50 signatures.Â
âSo embarrassing, another shitty turn out for the glee club.â you muse.Â
Ellie sits up on her elbows.Â
âI bet your ass would join.â
You throw your pencil at her.Â
âFuck you.âÂ
âPlease, give her muscles, and youâd be hooked. Literally your type, donât be fake.âÂ
You pressed play on your laptop, resuming the competition footage. Scrutinizing every off-beat step or early start.Â
âFuck off, Iâm not that easy.âÂ
Ellie scoffed. But didnât rebuke.
âŚ
The dance team got the greenlight to perform at more sporting events, and this week was a rugby game. In your defense you didnât know your school even had a team but you were glad your dance troupe got more outlets to practice between competition seasons.Â
They had a solid turnout but the show stopper? The team. All buff ass women you wouldnât mind getting tossed around between. You had already begun making eyes at a few who returned your glances and already got their numbers. There was one player that avoided your eyes like the plague. Her resistance made her more appealing.Â
On the field she was intense and strong. The dominance she had over her team brought a tingle to your core. Her gameplay was fluid, bringing a special type of pleasure to you.Â
After the game youâd walk past the others and meet your prey.Â
âGood game out there,â you said.Â
The blonde looked around herself. Confused. She pointed at herself.Â
You nodded.Â
âDid you recently transfer?âÂ
She nods her head slowly. Â
âWeird, never seen you before. Whatâs your name?âÂ
âUh- Anders.âÂ
You sit down on the bench beside her.Â
She doesnât say anything.Â
âAnders, thatâs a cool name. Iâm [name]. I guess weâll be seeing a lot more of each other.â
You smirk at her before walking off.Â
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Abby watches you walk away. Flustered with what just happened. That was the first time youâd spoken to her, instead of at her. She always saw your gaggle of friends mocking the sign up table or throwing away the fliers she puts up for glee club. The bullying got under her skinâthe taunting and the names made college harder. Which led to Abby finding solace with the rugby team, her confidence grew as the season progressed. She got the same exhilaration from performing on stage; but for now, the field was a solid substitute.Â
The irony of you crashing this sanctuary for Abby like you did glee club wasnât lost on her.Â
âŚ
Originally Abby expected your crush to subside, even though you would wait to talk after games and ask her questions about herself. She was unnerved to see her bully in this light, human.Â
Your interest was outpouring, when Abby was on the field you were almost feral over her.Â
The flirting only got more intense. At first, youâd ask for workout tips only after you spent time praising her triceps. Pretending to ask for guidance on building muscle. She didnât mind the attention, she fed off of it.Â
A part of her felt overjoyed taking advantage of her present tormentorâs attraction. She could go a week without texting you, but the second she asked if you were free youâd answer right away. Abby liked to test the thread of desire you held for her.Â
Sheâd plan a date and cancel less than an hour before, waiting to see you flip out but you never do. Or ghosting you days before a game, to see if youâd confront her. Again, you never did.Â
The joke stopped being funny after the second time, Abby didnât get joy, she was doing it purely for science, she told herself.Â
â
During the week, Abby would find you and your friends at her sign up table.Â
âAw, still trying to recruit for your lame club?â Dina said.Â
She picked up the pamphlets with two fingers, like she was afraid of touching anything.Â
Ellie perused the sign up sheet and the lack of names.Â
âDamn, we were actually thinking of signing up. But I doubt youâd have room.â she joked.Â
You were too busy on your phone to join in on the teasing.Â
â[Name], check this out. Werenât you thinking of joining?â Dina says.Â
You roll your eyes, annoyed.Â
âIâm good, Iâve suffered enough,â you rebuke. âCan we go? Iâm starving.â
The three of you walk away.Â
âAt my high school, we wouldâve slushied their asses.â Ellie remarks.Â
That gets a laugh out of your group.Â
Abby watches you walk away. She looks down at her phone. The recent messages that came in from you. She ignored your texts. Too annoyed to entertain you.Â
Later that day on the field you greeted her but Abby ignored you as she returned to the bench.Â
When the game ended, you approached Abby with caution. Her team had just lost the game, you didnât want to step on her toes.Â
âGood game, yâall tried your best. The refs were shit.â you said.Â
She was removing her socks and switching to her crocs.Â
Abby looked up, a modicum of a smile.Â
âThanks. Fucking assholes.âÂ
Abby stuffed the rest of her rugby shit in her duffle. Standing up to you.Â
You held out your hand for her to grab. She watched the hand. Her mind debated rejecting it and walking away from you.Â
Ultimately, she knew she could never step away from the power youâd granted her. Â
She grabs your hand with hers and you walk off the field together.Â
âSo, theoretically, if my friends and I were going to karaoke tonight, and I may have hyped up the fact you were coming, how upset would you be?âÂ
Abby had to remind herself to breathe. You were invested in this relationship enough to want to introduce friends.Â
She couldnât meet them, Ellie and Dina would blow her cover. Â
Abby stopped walking and rubbed the back of her neck.Â
âI donât know. Iâm pretty busy between classes and rugby. I donât have it in me to be social.âÂ
You stood beside her and nodded.Â
âYou must be so tired,âÂ
Your hands grabbed her chin, your thumb rubbing the velvet skin on her cheek.
âIâll ask you next time when you arenât exhausted after a game.â you beam.Â
Abby nods, tucking her lips into each other.
âYeah, maybe some other time.âÂ
She continued walking, without waiting for you.Â
Speeding up, you catch up to her.
âWant some company? I donât have plans until later.âÂ
Abby shrugged.Â
âNah, canât have anyone seeing my dorm.â she muses.Â
Your feet come to a stop, halting both of your bodies. Abbyâs hand tugs out of your grasp. Her attention is drawn to her hand, not you.Â
You walk up to her.Â
âIâm anyone?âÂ
Your eyes dared her.
Abby rubbed the back of your hand with her thumb.Â
âCâmon, you know my roommate has issues. If we make any noise, sheâll flip a tit.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, letting a deep sigh out. Nodding after the theatrics.Â
âI canât believe Mel is your roommate, howâd you get stuck with that loser?â
Abby shakes her head and continues walking with you by her side.Â
âSheâs not bad.â
âYouâre so sweet.â you chuckle condescendingly.Â
âŚ
Itâd been a week since Anders returned your last text. The rugby season had ended and so had your relationship. As if randomly, she had decided you werenât needed in her life.Â
Holiday break was almost around the corner and midterms sneaked up on you. Between crying and studying, your week has left you depleted.
The night was spent with your friends, they had to deal with the nonsense of your recent relationship.Â
All 3 of you were laying around Ellie and Dinaâs dorm. You sat on Ellieâs bed with your back against the wall.Â
âIt just came out of nowhere, we were so happy and then poof. I guess itâs true what they say about rugby players.â you sniffled.Â
Eliie looked up from her phone, she laid on the floor with a pillow.Â
âYou never showed us a picture.â Ellie remarks.Â
Your hand searches for a pillow near you, finding a mini squishmallow you toss it at Ellieâs head.Â
âFuck you. Been crying about this bitch for a week.âÂ
âYeah, at least confirm she isnât in your head?â Dina says.Â
Showing them wasnât difficult, youâd been reminiscing over old photos all night. Your fingers dash on your screen, swiping to find a picture that made her look as hot as possible. Landing on an action shot youâd taken during a game. Mid-shot sheâs colliding into another body, full speed, braid flowing behind her.Â
Turning your phone, you hand it to Ellie. She looks at the photo and has an unreadable expression on her face. But she fails at reducing her scowl. Handing the phone over to Dina.Â
Who does a double take at the photo.Â
âWhat the fuck?â she remarks.Â
You look down. Pick at nothing in your lap.Â
âI know, sheâs so hot.â You groaned.    Â
âEw, No. Are you serious?âÂ
Slowly, your head turns up, Ellie and Dina exchanging looks.
âWere you ever gonna tell us you were with a loser?â Ellie questions.Â
Her words whip you back.Â
âNerd? Do you see those arms? Sheâs a transfer.âÂ
âShe is Abby Anderson, dumbass.âÂ
You nearly gag at the thought.Â
âThatâs not funny. Her name is AndersâŚâ
Dina and Ellie watch you put the pieces together in your head.Â
âWas she wearing a wig or some shit?â Dina probes.Â
Rising to your feet, you shake your head.Â
âNo. Itâs not possible. That cannot beâitâs a twin. Thatâs the only explanation. A hot twin.â
Dina stares up at the ceiling, sighing. âKey word twin.âÂ
âIts not possible, sheâs nothing like Abby. On the field, sheâs so aggressive and powerful. Not some glee loser.â
Ellie walks to the door, opening it for you.Â
âGo have fun with your show-choir shit, nerd.âÂ
Walking towards the door, you do your walk of shame out of your ex-friends dorm room.Â
Without a plan, you decide to make a pitstop before confronting your enemy turned lover.Â
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The only huffing in the air came from Abby, the soft breeze contrasted Abbyâs grunts as she practiced drills. With the rugby season concluded she still found herself in the same routine. With no team around, training alone, she enjoyed having the quiet field to herself.
In the middle of her burpee set, as she pushed herself out from a push up, she closed her eyes and felt the sudden rush of wind and ice penetrating her entire face. The sticky, frigid liquid dripped down her body in an uncomfortable way.
Carefully opening her eyes, they focused on your figure looming before her, with a jumbo empty slushie cup.Â
âWhat the FUCK is your problem?â Abby screamed.Â
Abby couldnât breath, the cold drink permeated her nose and mouth, she choked to remove the remainder stuck up her nose.Â
Once sheâd finally got her bearings in order.Â
She pushed you away from her.Â
You shoved her back. She resisted without hesitation. Â
âYouâre my fucking problem, you fucking LIAR.âÂ
Abby snorted.Â
âYouâre joking right?â
âI wouldâve never gone for you.â
Abby nodded impressed.Â
âOk tell me if Iâm wrong, you see me in a different setting and youâre surprisingly attracted to me, but itâs my fault that you mistake me for someone else?â
âYeah, you tricked me. And you even let me fuck you.âÂ
Abby snorted in a sarcastic manner.Â
âYeah, right. I fucked you, lets keep the facts straight, k, babe?â
She shook her hair, cold droplets raced down her back. Abby takes off her shirt, leaving her in a sports bra. Dabbing at the red dye in her crown, turning her blonde hair electric cherry.Â
As she dried herself, your gaze was penetrating her stomach.Â
Abby let a dry chuckle escape her lips.Â
âEven now, you canât stand me but obsessed with my body.âÂ
You turn away from her.Â
âFuck off. It doesnât help that you're naked 24/7.â you mutter.Â
âIâm naked? That dance uniform is practically underwear.â
That gets a chuckle from you.Â
âNot wrong. My swimsuit has more fabric,â
Abby slumps on the grass. Laying on her back. You sit down and Abby grabs your arm to join her.
The both of you lay on the grass staring at the sparse clouds sprinkling the sky.Â
âI donât forgive you.â you whisper.Â
Abby keeps her eyes on the clouds.Â
âAnd I you.âÂ
Sitting up, you look over at her.Â
âWhy donât you forgive me?âÂ
âBecause youâre fucking mean.âÂ
She sits up beside you, holding your gaze.Â
âIs this because of that stupid glee club? Whatever. Start your little club.âÂ
Your attention turned to the grass under youâaway from Abby.Â
âAre you okay? Whatâs your deal with glee clubs? You have a special type of hatred, as a damn dancer no less.âÂ
âDancing and show choir are two different things. One is iconic and the other is dated.â you rebuke.Â
Abby shakes her head.Â
âWhatâs your beef?â
Still playing with the grass you shake your head.Â
âBeef? I donât caââ
âYou lie just like you dance, very poorly and lacks commitment.â Abby states.Â
That draws your attention back to her.Â
Sheâs wearing a shit eating grin. The bait was set and you took it.Â
âFine. I got cut from try outs in high school and Iâve sworn off that garbage ever since.âÂ
Abby tried to cover her chuckle under her hand.Â
You push her hard form, she doesnât budge against your hand.Â
âWhat? It's funny, hurt people hurt people. Itâs not your fault, not everyone can be good at dancing.âÂ
âFuck off. My dancing isâŚadequate.âÂ
Abby tucks her lips inside her mouth. Keeping her comments to herself.Â
âI mean, it's okay,âÂ
âIf you want dance lessons, let me know.âÂ
âThe nerve.â Standing off the ground, you look down at her.Â
âOffering a dancer, dancing lessons?â you scoff.
Abby follows you to your feet.Â
âHey, donât sweat it. I can offer lessons. Maybe then you can audition for glee club and actually get in.âÂ
She pats your shoulder and begins walking off.Â
âHey! Wait a second. Iâm not acceptingââ
Abbyâs steps grew farther, you tried to keep up with her long legs. Rambling about her audacity.Â
The two of you bicker walking off together. As the sunsets behind you both. Â
a/n: This is another one shot for my pride series inspired by different wlw couples/stories/tropes I adore! (be who you areeeee)
This is inspired by glee and all the f/f ships that came from that disaster, I was going for mainly faberry vibes. if I could redo glee, I'd add more mascs and maybe no outing storyline...
Next up:
- Bottoms - popular!sevika x loser lesbian!r (College/Grad School)
- My hot butch roommate - sevika
Paring:Â crow!Ambessa x batwoman!reader
cw: sfw, age-gap, angsty, playful banter, r!gender neutral, You and Ambessa lowkey hate each other, forced proximity, no y/n, no description of r!, enemies with benefits, workplace romance ish, Ambessa knows your real identity, implied sex no smut
wc: 2.1k
synopsis: Working with Ambessa was an obligation that came with the cape. You tolerated her on a good day. She was brash while you were impulsive dealing with the plethora of villains Gotham offered, it made finding solutions impossible. Still, after your shared history, falling into bed with her was the second easiest choice you'd made since accepting the cape.
a/n: Happy Pride °ââ.ŕłŕż* I'm starting a series of short stories that are inspired by different wlw couples/stories/tropes I adore!
Day 1 is Wildmoore from Batwoman. i love black sapphic rep. they're so cute and angsty and Ambessa seemed like the most natural fit for a crow...lol.
I'll make a masterlist for this series after I'm done with all the stories (if I finish)
btw Crow is a cop in Gotham.
Next up:
- Bottoms - popular!sevika x loser lesbian!r (College/Grad School)
- Glee - cheerleader!r and nerd!abby (Faberry vibes)
- My hot butch roommate - sevika
taglist: @genderqueerafrolatine @riotstemple29 @meamouraa @httpscatra
Since youâd taken over as Batwoman, the villains in Gotham had been making your life difficult since you put the damn mask on. But they didnât make the job hard, no they came with the work. The stress of the job came from a Crow by the name of Ambessa Medarda. She often stood in the way of justice for the victims being perpetrated on. Her, murder of an organization brought bureaucracy into vigilante work.Â
For every thing she did to piss you off, things were more confusing when she was the opposite. Soft and vulnerable when you least expected it.
Things only got more perplexing after she found out your real identity. Itâd be easier if she hadnât been in your life. But seeing as Gotham was small and youâd grown up with her daughter. The relationship was inevitable.
Like tonight for example, youâd gotten a tip from the police scanner that there were a series of burglaries targeting jewelers.Â
Ekko came in through the speaker of your Batsuit.Â
âCommand to Batwoman, Murder on the way.âÂ
âDamn it.â You hissed. âFrom what side?â
âEastbound. Thereâs an exit from the West side of the building. You can intercept them.â
âCopy that.âÂ
Steady fingers shoot your grapple gun to the roof of the building. Your body soars to the top of the jewelry store. You tip-toe making your presence moot. Below you, the sound of the crows arriving didnât ease your anxiety. From the sound of boots crushing gravel, you hear her voice, commanding her team.Â
Inching towards death only for a glimpse of Ambessa Medarda at work.Â
You are forced to pull yourself back when more of her crew go huddling in.
The noise of gunshots echo from inside the building. You can imagine the destruction happening below your feet. Creeping towards the direction of the emergency exit on the West side of the building, you stand watch.Â
A trio of robbers burst through the door with duffle bags. They hobble to a nearby van, escaping inside. Before they can slide the door closed, you toss a smoke bomb inside. Leaving the robbers to gas themselves inside the van. The perfect gift for a Crow's that otherwise, couldâve ruined the mission.Â
âŚ
The rest of your evening is spent completing the barâs closing shift. Youâre staring off into space drying beer glasses when a rude cough disrupts your stupor.Â
You flinch. Pasting your best customer service smile.Â
âGood evening, Commander. Good to see you out on a Friday like a decent person.âÂ
Ambessa observes you for a minute then sits down in front of you.
âIâm not a fool.â she remarks.Â
You continue with the glasses, moving on to the next in your drink carrier.Â
âNever said you were.âÂ
She gestured for her usual.Â
Grabbing the whisky glass, you turn and reach for the dark liquor, she prefers.Â
Steady eyes watch you pour and place the drink in front of her.Â
Her fingers pick up the glass swirling the golden liquid.Â
âThis partnership doesnât work if we donât trust one another.â  Â
Returning to your glasses you continued drying them with the towel.Â
You lean over the bar separating the two of you.Â
âI trust you, as much as I can trust a crow. Cut me some slack. This isnât my ideal collab. The Kowalskiâs get their jewels and you get your numbers. I suggest you stop whining and accept the win.âÂ
Ambessa rolls her eyes and takes the last swig of her drink.Â
âWeâll agree to disagree. Have a good night.âÂ
Nodding while you put her glass away.Â
âLeaving so soon? Date night?â you goad.Â
Ambessa shrugs her blazer on.Â
âMy daughter is back in town.âÂ
You lean on the counter, raising your brows.Â
âMel's in town? Sheâs engaged right?âÂ
Ambessa gives you a solemn nod.Â
âI have the honor of meeting the slum, sheâs rehabilitating this month.âÂ
You giggle.Â
Mel had a habit for taking in strays. Bless her heart, she sought the good in others.
âMind if I crash? Iâd kill to see the lucky bastard.âÂ
âNo. Iâve seen enough of you this week. I canât have you jeopardizing my weekend.âÂ
You tossed a mini straw at Ambessa.Â
âKeep that same attitude the next time your squad is disarmed.â you rebuke.Â
Ambessa doesnât reply, just glares at you as she exits.Â
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That night, you lie in bed, reading. The windows in your studio cracked open, the noise from the Gotham streets leak into your tiny apartment.Â
As someone that avoided clubs you still liked the camaraderie of the club scene.Â
A gentle knock catches your attention. Sitting up, your ears focus on the tapping.Â
Slowly you grab the bat you keep at your bedside and tip toe to the door. Your fingers carefully open the door keeping the chain still up.Â
Peering through the crack, you see no one.Â
Then Ambessa comes into frame, a chrotle escapes her lips.
âWhat? Expecting someone else?â she quips.Â
You close the door, removing the chain, opening the door for her.Â
âNo, just surprised. I thought you had dinner with Mel? Howâd that go?âÂ
Leaving the door open for her, you return the bat to your bedside. Â
âAs well as one can expect. Another loser wet behind the ears but this one has a startup. I suppose thatâs more ambition than the last one.â
Ambessa tosses her blazer on your couch. Turning around to you.Â
Sitting on the bed you watch her step out of her boots.Â
âCall me selfish, I donât care. She and Sevika would be perfect for each other.â you respond.
Ambessa approaches you with intention.Â
She shrugs.
âIâve heard you say that often enough, Why donât you be with Sevika?â
Your fingers gesture for Ambessa to come closer to you.
She approaches you. Her intense gaze on your fingers making quick work removing the rest of her layers.Â
âBeen there, done that. Her and Mel seem more compatible.âÂ
That earns a smirk from Ambessa.Â
Her gaze remains, you get on your knees to unbuckle her belt. Her favorite view.Â
That night ends the same as many before, Ambessa keeping your bed warm noncommittally.
The next morning youâre entangled in the sheets and each other. Ambessaâs large limbs overtake yours on the full mattress.Â
A knock disrupts your sleep. Gazing over at your phone, the clock reads 9:30.Â
You struggle to get out of bed, annoyed one of your neighbors chooses this moment to ask for something.Â
Making a quick headway, you grab the big-tshirt you had on at some point last night before answering the door.Â
To your surprise, Mel is opposite your door, looking as fresh and put together as ever.Â
She beams seeing you with eye-crust and messy hair.Â
âMorning! I wanted to grab brunch while Iâm still in Gotham, are you free?âÂ
You quickly close the door behind you, preventing her from seeing a naked Ambessa draped over your bed.Â
She notices another body behind you.Â
âCheeky as ever, last nights conquest is still over?âÂ
No judgement in her tone. Mel crosses her arms, inspecting you. Â
Hands cover your face in shame.Â
âOk, maybe. In my defense, who is up this early? I closed last night, by the way.âÂ
Mel rolls her eyes.Â
âWeâre young, youâll live. Go wash up, and come on. My reservation is at 10.âÂ
She smiled at you, holding on to her purse, waiting for you to get a move on.Â
You groaned.
âFine, but at least give me 20. And go wait downstairs while I get my guest to leave.âÂ
Mel remained.Â
âI canât meet them?â
You turn her around.Â
âAbsolutly not, this is casual. Donât even do that.âÂ
Mel gave you a sad face but nodded.Â
âFine, hurry up. Iâm parked in front of your building.â
You nod and shoo her away.
Quickly heading back inside, you lock your door. Preventing Mel from even coming in accidentally.
Striding from your door to your bed in two steps. You gaze at Ambessa slumbering peacefully.Â
You poke her muscles gently. Trying to rush but also preventing yourself from waking the crow on the wrong side of the bed.Â
You crouch by her face.Â
âBess. Bessypoo. Time to get up.âÂ
You poke her face.Â
Slowly her long lashes blink you into view. She rubs her eyes, sitting up the sheet exposing her torso.Â
The clock ticking reminds you that you have 16 minutes left on the clock to meet Mel downstairs. Stripping yourself you rush to the shower, tying your hair up before hopping in the tub.Â
Ambessa watches you rush comically. Standing, she follows you to the bathroom.Â
âWant company?âÂ
You poke your head from the curtain. The water running behind you.
âNo. Mel is downstairs.âÂ
The mention of her daughter snaps her out of the haze.Â
âWhy?âÂ
You return to your shower.Â
âShe wants to have brunch while sheâs in town.âÂ
âDid she see me?â
âNo. But wait until I leave before you do. Use my key under the mat to lock up.â
The water stops running.Â
Ambessa returns to the bed, and searches for her clothes.Â
She hears you mutter to yourself behind her.Â
â6 minutes.â
âI see there wont be a worry about discretion, during brunch?â
The shuffling behind her grows closer.
âNo, Iâm not stupid. Iâm not yapping to Mel about fucking her mom. I am decent.â
Ambessa turns to face you.Â
âGood. Not as dim as you appear.âÂ
Ignoring the jab, you toss on your shorts and t-shirt.Â
You didnât have time to bicker with her, you had 3 minutes left to get ready.Â
The knock on the door startled the both of you, exchanging a glance at the door and then to Bess.
âHide in the bathroom.â you whisper.Â
Grabbing her shoes and jacket you stuff them in her hands before closing the door behind her.Â
You scamper for the door, and open to find Mel.Â
âReady yet?â
You shake your head, opening the door wider to let her in.Â
âNope, let me do my skincare and we can go.âÂ
She nods entering, her gaze studying your small space for any detail of another being.Â
That's when you remember your skincare was in the bathroom with Ambessa.
You walk to the door, and project your voice.Â
âGo ahead, Mel. Just sit wherever. I need to do my skincare in the bathroom, then we can head out.â
Mel is taken aback at your volume but nods.Â
âOkay, no need to shout. Iâm right here.âÂ
You wait a couple seconds before opening the door slowly.Â
No sign of life but you see the curtain shuffle.Â
Finding the products on the counter, Mel interrupts you.Â
âDonât you want the light on?â
You nod. Remembering Mel could see you from your living room/bedroom. Â
âOh, yeah. Duh. Somebody keeps rushing me. I canât think straight.â You huff.Â
A chuckle from the shower draws your attention.Â
âSo, did you arrive this morning?â You ask.Â
âNo, we drove in yesterday. We had dinner with my mother last night.âÂ
Finishing your skin care with sunscreen. You continue listening.Â
âOh, yeah? She wasnât too hard on your new boo?âÂ
Mel chuckles.Â
âPlease. My mother couldnât have a bigger stick up her ass. She thinks Jayce is only with me for money.â
Turning the light off, you walk towards the other woman. Standing near her.Â
Your eyes stay on her.Â
âPlease not you too. Iâm not some fool, I know what Iâm doing.âÂ
Putting your hands up in surrender.Â
âI didnât say anything. But you do meet the love of your life like every 6 months, you have set a precedent, my darling.â
Holding your hand out, you offer.Â
Mel looks ahead. Eventually taking your hand. She stands up and stares at you.Â
The tension in the air suddenly became too serious.Â
âBut hey what do I know? I still think you and Sevika should give it a go.â you joke.Â
Mel rolls her eyes.Â
âIn your dreams.âÂ
You link arms and head for the door.Â
âSo, where did you make reservations?â you ask.
You lock the door behind you, walking with Mel to her car.Â
Ambessa waits until she hears the door lock before exiting the shower.Â
She walks out of your apartment cautious of her surroundings. As she returns to her place, her mind replaying Melâs wordsâŚ
Paring:Â stylist!reader x blue collar!sevika
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a/n: another day another work place romance
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The atmosphere in the salon was calm. The chatter persisted, only a handful filled the studio but it wasnât dead. The rays of golden hour showering the client in your chair, soft music in the background. You and 2 other stylists were on the closing shift.Â
Your fingers played with the hair of the client in front of you.Â
âYou are all set, love, howâs it look?â you ask.Â
She beams fingering the bouncy tresses, admiring herself in the mirror.Â
âSo hot, this came out better than I expected. Definitely look like someone whoâs about to become a fiancĂŠ.â she chided.Â
You listened to her go on about her boyfriend that was âsure to proposeâ any day now.
She was passionate as you rang her up. A tall figure approached the counter after your client left.Â
Your gaze roamed up to meet cloudy eyes. A look of irritation was apparent on the womanâs face.
You smiled cautiously, âWelcome to Eden Hair studio, find your glow & grow your garden, are you checked in for an appointment, or can I help you get started?âÂ
âI donât have an appointment, I need something quick, you were the only place still open." she sighs.Â
Your appointments were done for the day, your chair was free.Â
âLucky for you, my chair just opened up, come with me,âÂ
The other stylists followed you with their eyes, they knew you were done for the day.Â
âIâm right here,âÂ
The mysterious woman sat in your section, and you grabbed an apron from your station. You wrapped it around her shoulders. She shifted slightly, but you continued.Â
Her hair was short, bunched in a ponytail. Your hands reached for her hair, slowly releasing the trapped tresses. The strands soft between your fingers, the ends were slightly dead.
âWhat are we in for?â you eyed her in your seat, fingers playing at the hair.Â
This stoic woman seemed small in your seat, unsure.Â
âI need to cut this shit off. I canât do shit with my new arm.â she stammered motioning to the lone left shoulder.Â
You nodded. âSomething shorter, is this your first time with shorter hair, close cropped hair?âÂ
She shook her head. âNah, Iâve never let my hair grow past my shoulders, I prefer it shorter.âÂ
âOkay, and were we thinking of any color today or scalp massage?âÂ
She shook her head. âJust a cut, I donât want a wash or anything.â her shoulders rising with each word.Â
âThe wet cut, will make it easier to see if we need to take any extra off.âÂ
âOkay, never mind then.âÂ
âIâm sorry, I never got your name.â you queried.Â
âSevika.â she stated.Â
âOk, Sevika please come with me,âÂ
She trailed behind you as you made it to the other side of the studio, the washing bowl.Â
âSit down, I need to grab towels.âÂ
Sevika nodded, and obeyed.
The salon was quieter, Sevika was the only client left. Everyone else was done for the day, and you were originally supposed to be done right now, 8:30, like you always were on Thursday nights.Â
You met your colleagues in the back. They both hung on their phones.Â
Angel looked up as you entered the break room. âI thought Ana was your last appointment?âÂ
âShe was, but last minute walk in,â you motion outside. You lean against the cabinets, they both fix you with a curious gaze.Â
âWhat? Do I have something on my face?â
Nya approached you. âCut the bullshit, you know better than accept a walk in 30 minutes before closing, we wont-âÂ
âDonât wait for me, I can lock up by myself,âÂ
She turned around to Angel. They just eyed each other.Â
Angel chuckled to herself. âSounds good to me,.Â
Nya hugs you, and whispers to you. âMake sure to clean up after.â she winks at you. Angel grabs her backpack and winks at you salaciously too.Â
You hear them giggle as they exit the salon. They turn the lights off for their respective stations as they leave. The studio has a soft glow, the fluorescent lights are off, hue coming from the only light of your station.Â
You greeted Sevika and placed the towel before she put her head into the bowl. Her eyes were open staring up.Â
âYou can close your eyes, trust me, nobody wants to look up at this mug,â you muse.Â
That wins you a soft chuckle and she closes her eyes. You rinse her hair, soaking all the hair before washing. Your gaze falls to her long lashes as they kiss the tops of cheeks.
âSevika is a beautiful name, what does it mean?âÂ
You pile shampoo into your palm.Â
âNo clue, never cared enough to look into it, family name.â
Your fingers danced around her scalp, creating soft circles.
âSuch a pretty name, defs adding that in my back pocket of names I find pretty.âÂ
Sevika relaxed in your bowl, her shoulders no longer up to her ears.Â
âWhy?â
âWhy not?â you counter. âYâever just hear something so attractive to your ears? Or art? Like saving a picture or song.âÂ
Your fingers were giving her the scalp massage, she rejected. The way her eyes were rolling back even if they were shut, you kept it to yourself.Â
âNot really.â
You rinse the suds out of her hair, watching the bubbles go down the sink. The salon behind you is the quietest youâd ever experienced. There was usually chatter or the buzzing, anything. Now the silence consumed you.
You had to pull yourself out of the stupor, you still had a client to take care of. You reached for the towel and dried Sevikaâs hair.Â
âOkay, we can go back to my station.âÂ
She stood up and you held the towel, âI got it.â she murmured.Â
You both walked quietly to your area.Â
She sat in the seat. You pedaled her seat higher to get a better view of her hair.Â
You got your shears and comb in your apron, and began combing the knots out of her hair.Â
âHow short were you thinking?âÂ
âJust cut it all off.â she said flatly.Â
You noticed the tension in her shoulders return. The folks in your chair exuded confidence. Sevika was the opposite, you had to get her comfortable, this haircut didnât seem to be something she was doing because she wanted to. She had to.Â
âOk, Iâll begin inch by inch, and let me know where you wanna stop,â You sectioned the hair by zones. âDo you cut your hair often?âÂ
âI chop it off every few weeks, just hair.â she remarks.Â
You begin snipping off her dead ends.Â
âI understand, in my experience, people choose to fuck with their hair, when they feel lost, itâs hair, one of the only things we control,âÂ
Sevika stays quiet.Â
âItâs the first thing people change when emotions are high, and when everything comes back down, they realize what theyâve done, they feel worse.âÂ
âI want something low maintenance, as short as possible, donât have time to be coming in.âÂ
âSomething close cropped?â you pick up the clippers beside you. âLike a buzzcut?âÂ
Sevikaâs eyes go wide. âNo, just shorter, but not completely chopped.â
With the dead ends gone, her hair is a little above her chin.Â
You part her hair down the center, and comb all the hair down. The curtains covers her face. You hold a hand at her cheekbones.Â
âHowâs this? Maybe sweep something to the si-âÂ
âKeep it like that, maybe up to my cheekbones.âÂ
Youâre surprised she liked the positioning you did to get her hair set up. She liked the style. You began cutting the side to the length she requested.Â
âLike this?â
âYeah, and cut everything off the back.âÂ
Trimming the curtain bangs to match the other side. You went to work on the side of her head. You put your scissors down and got your clippers attached to the guard.Â
You shaved the hair on the nape and lined it up.Â
Your hand reached the styling cream and tousled it through the moist hair.Â
âI can cut some more off the sides.âÂ
âNah, donât. I like how they cover my eyes,âÂ
âAgreed, very mysterious,â you muse.Â
Unclipping the apron off her, you pedal the seat to its original height.Â
âLet me put some stuff away, and Iâll meet you up front,âÂ
Sevika nodded. You went to the back and put your dirty equipment away. When you returned to your station, Sevika was up front.Â
You met her up there and rang her up.Â
The confidence oozed out of Sevika as she walked out of the shop, just like everyone else that visits your seat.
âŚ
The days following your co-stylists kept giving you shit about the walk in. All you could do was roll your eyes.Â
You were texting in the break room, when Nya came in with smoothies. She shook it in front of your face, your eyes didnât meet hers, you stayed on your phone.Â
âI got your favorite,â she sing-songed. âPeach blueberry.âÂ
You slowly met hers, half-lidded, you sighed. âWhat do you want?â you asked.Â
She pasted a fat smile on, and spoke softly. âCan you finish my shift? Kayla got sent home and I donât have a sitter,â she rushed.Â
You nodded eventually. âOnly because I love Kayla, my Pisces queen,â you muse. Grabbing the smoothie from her. She sends you air kisses on her way out. You roll your neck, screen usage has been up lately and you are paying for it now.
The front door chimed, as you made your way to the front. A tall figure got your attention. Their back to you.Â
âWelcome to Eden Hair studio, find your glow-âÂ
âYou have to do that every time?â Sevika asked coyly.Â
âIâve said it so long, itâs just on a loop at this point,âÂ
âI guess it worked, Iâm here for a washing detox, your fingers left an impression,â her eyes linger on yours. âAnd I made an appointment this time.â
Angel walks behind you and coughs lightly. You step aside and let her use the register.Â
âIâm free, so you can follow me.â You gesture for Sevika. You hear Angel snickering as you walk away.Â
Sevika went from cutting off her own hair to visiting the salon twice in a week. A regular of yours, and with each visit sheâd let you in deeper into her life. Youâd never guessed the stoic broad shouldered woman could be goofy, boisterous laughter spilling from your section, the other stylists eyeing you.Â
You washed your hands after your appointment with Sevika. Footsteps followed into the break room behind you.
âWhat's that? Your lil girlfriendâs second time coming in.â Nya commented.Â
You continue rinsing your hands, âNot my girlfriend, and she can spend her money anyway she wants.â you quip.Â
Angel scoffs. âIf she wants you she should ask you out, these fake haircuts arenât fooling anyone.âÂ
You dry your hands, facing them. âYâall donât need to hype me up like this, I doubt sheâs single.âÂ
They share a look between themselves.
âIf you say so.â they slither away.Â
The rest of the work day, their words swirled through your head. You werenât blind Sevika was gorgeous, and broad and she towered you. She was unattainable. No matter how deluded your coworkers were.Â
It was less than a week, the next time Sevika visited your chair again. The haircut was less than a month ago, she was back for a trim. For a low maintenance hair cut, Sevika was in here a lot, not that you minded. Sevika came alive when she was in your chair. Always complaining about some new lackey at work fucking shit up for her, or being stuck with incompetant nepo-babies.Â
Youâd finish your haircut listening to her yap about work bullshit. You werenât as lucky considering your work gossip was a few feet from your station in all directions.Â
Placing your scissors in your apron, comb out Sevikaâs front ends.Â
âMy dear you are all set,âÂ
Sevika checks herself out in the mirror, shaking her head like she has a shake and go. At the register, Sevika paid and left a larger tip than normal.Â
âSevika, I think your tip was glitched or something-âÂ
âNo, thatâs for you.âÂ
âI canât, thatâs too much.â you protest.Â
She shakes her head. âYou deserve it, the last month sucked, and youâve helped it, suck less,â sheepish grin on her lips.
You beam at her words. You avoid her gaze, warmth creeping up your neck. Why are you smiling so wide?Â
A notification went off on your phone, from the work group chat.Â
Halimo: [reader] your turn to get coffee ;P
Of course, it's your turn to do the coffee run, you groan.
âWhats wrong?â Sevika asks.Â
You shake your head. âNothing, it's my turn to do the coffee run today, and my car is in the shop.âÂ
âI can take you, the nearest coffee shop isnât too far from here.âÂ
âAre you sure? I can just order and pay and arm and leg for delivery,â you muse.Â
Before you can stop yourself, Sevika grins.Â
âSorry, poor choice of words.âÂ
âCâmon, Iâll drive before you say some shit again.âÂ
âLet me grab my bag, and Iâll meet you outside,â
You head to the back, you find Freen putting supplies away.Â
You grab your bag from the hooks on the wall, and put your hand on Freenâs back.Â
âGoing for coffee, text me your order, also I have a haircut in 15 minutes, If Iâm not back in time, can you start the wash for me?âÂ
She salutes you and nods. You head outside, messaging everyone for their orders.Â
Sevika is pulled up in front of the salon in a compact SUV.Â
You hop in, âOovo Javer?â you ask.Â
âIâve never been to oovoo javer,â Sevika replies.Â
You turn to her surprised she got the reference. You open the app and add everyoneâs drink orders.Â
âWhy are you surprised? Back in my day, we didnât have the clock app, we had 6 seconds and dream.â    Â
You chuckled. âBye, please donât make me feel older than I am.âÂ
âIf youâre old, Iâm ancient.â Sevika mused eyes on the road, hand on the wheel.Â
âOh, what do you want? Are you more of a cold brew, or matcha or chai?â
Sevika pondered a beat. âChai, but you donât need to.âÂ
You ssshhhâed her. âYou gotta pay the driver, also good choice, though their chai is vv bland, so maybe something with vanilla instead?âÂ
âUhh, sure, nothing too sweet.âÂ
You looked up instinctually even though you werenât driving. âHow do we feel about chocolate?âÂ
You eyed her.Â
Sevika shook her head. âGo with vanilla bean.âÂ
âGood choice, hot or cold? I always go with ice.âÂ
âYeah, iced is good.âÂ
âShe has taste.â you remark.Â
âYou say that like youâre shocked, hurting my ego a bit, not gonna lie,â She palmed the wheel.Â
âI promise youâll live from a bruised ego, unless you want me to kiss it.âÂ
âShit, if youâre offeringâŚâ She cuts the engine, youâve arrived.Â
âDâyou mind helping me with the drinks? I hate to-âÂ
âThought youâd never ask.â Sevika says.Â
She helps you get the drinks and you head back to the salon. Neither of you say anything on the car ride back. Due to the fact that you were trying to maintain balance of all the drink carriers.Â
After you dropped off the drinks, you walked Sevika out. She handed you your drink and you leaned on the side of her car. The natural silence fell between you as the pedestrians walked past you, chatter fading into the background. Itâd just rained that morning, petrichor all around you, along with small puddles. You saw Sevika in your periphery trying the drink, doing your best not to hover you kept your attention ahead.Â
A dog and their owner breezed past you, their pet slobbering as they trotted with a grin on their face.Â
âWould you rather have a slobbery dog or a fluffy dog?â you ask.Â
âShit,â Sevika thought over your question.
âSlobbery,â you both say in unison.Â
Your gaze meets hers.Â
âJinx,â Sevika quips. âYou owe me a pop.â
You narrow your eyes at her. âPop? You mean soda?âÂ
âFuck off.â she hums, sipping on her iced coffee.Â
An alarm went off on your phone. You groaned deeply, eyeing the time.
âThatâs the end of my break, I have to go back to selling my soul to afford basic necessities."Â
Sevika chuckles softly at your remark.Â
âThanks again for the ride,â you turn slowly.Â
â[name], let me get your number,âÂ
Silence.Â
âIâm busy with work for the next couple of weeks, and want to make sure you can squeeze me in.â Sevika says.Â
A sense of relief washes over you. Of course, she was talking about appointments. She wasnât asking you out, this was work, and your mind was in the gutter. The mutterings of your colleagues clouded your judgement.Â
Disappointment lingered along the edges of your mind. A relationship with your client was asking for trouble. Right?
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Paring:Â detective!grayson x victim!reader who's apt is burglarized
cw: sfw, modern!au, r!gender neutral, no y/n, no description of r!, inspired by you (netflix), no age gap, r! is toxic adjacent (lowkey grayson too), dark relationship themes
synopsis: Detective Grayson knew better than to trust symmetryâit was often the prettiest lie. The story you offered was fragile and bruised, but the artistry in the way it positioned each piece, As Grayson traced the delicate contours of the narrative, part of herâa quiet, aching partâwanted to believe it. She wanted to preserve the illusion just a moment longer, even as her instincts whispered that truth never wore a mask so convincing.
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a/n: I'm sorry, she so thic but omg this premise was just too good not to indulge °ââ.ŕłŕż*:ｼ
part 2 - mirrors
Chatter came from your apartment as you walked up to your door. The door was open agape, a mass of people in jackets entering and exiting. Police littered your entrance. Walkie-talkies noises blared all around you, flashing lights bounced off your walls. Anxiety made your stomach dip, your mind already thinking the worst. Clammy hands clutch your purse strap and approach your apartment with caution.Â
2 women and a man in formal wear stood in your living room, where your window normally was. The window was missing and dressed with caution tape. Crunching dropped your gaze to the glass filled carpet.Â
âUmm. Hello? This is my apartment, what happened?â your mind raced.Â
âWhereâs Catra?â you rushed to your cupboards, her normal hiding places, you found the trembling feline under the sink.Â
You brought your girl to your chest and showered kisses on her temple. Catra was beige all over except dark brown scattered on her arms and face. She looked like she always had a mask on.Â
A cough disrupted your reunion, you turned and found one of the officers, she gave you a gentle smile.Â
âMaâam, weâll need to talk to you about the break in,â she said.Â
She wasnât dressed like an officer, she had a mahogany trench and beige scarf tucked in. She gestured for you to join the others. She brushed her short cropped hair out of her face. As you walked past her, her scent caught your attention. Itâs a comforting scent, like freshly sanded wood mingling with shea butter. Â
The task at hand didnât include checking out the detective at the crime scene. It wasnât your fault, she was fine. Thank goddess, she was here to save the day.
You nodded and approached the other officers by the window.Â
âSomeone broke in? Ugh, this is like the 100th one this week!â you cried.Â
One of the officers had a stern expression. âWeâre aware of the situation in the neighborhood, maâam.âÂ
His tone made you uncomfortable.Â
âThen do something about it, itâs been like this for a month. If you did your jobs, youâd have caught the guy!âÂ
Before the hog could continue, Hotshot told him to calm down.Â
Cool headed, dominant and she smelled as sexy as she looked. You were in for a treat.
âI apologize for my colleague's temper, weâre all aware of this situation and are exercising all efforts to find the perpetrator.â she stated. Her expression was earnest as she rested a warm hand on your upper back.Â
âWhat happened? I was out with friends.âÂ
âWill your friends be able to confirm your whereabouts during the break in?â the other officer interrogated.Â
You turned to face them with narrow eyes and furrowed brows.Â
âIâm a suspect even though my apartment was burglarized, â you replied flatly.
The hottie put her hand up, âNo, but we must rule out all avenues. You should check your home. We didn't see any other signs of forced entry besides the broken window but you can never be too sure.âÂ
Soft fur grounded you in the chaotic room. Distracting thoughts spiraled about some creep letting themselves into your home and making themselves comfortable in your sanctuary.Catra purred in your arms, you held her closer.Â
âNo need, I donât own anything expensive. My jewelry is cheap gold and everything else could be found on Amazon.â you shrugged.Â
The sexy detective flashes a business card in front of you, grabbing the card you read the name, Grayson.Â
You finally had a name for her, Grayson. The woman of your dreams finally had a name.
âWe completed the forensic, you should consult your landlord about the window.â she said.Â
âGrayson, thank you.âÂ
Turning to face the other hogs. âThanks for nothing, I guess.â you dismissed.
She threw you a gentle smile.Â
âDonât hesitate to call if anything comes up.âÂ
Eyes roamed up her body.Â
Eventually landing on her chilly eyes, sheâd caught you. Only you werenât ashamed of your attraction, and gave her a sly smirk.
The gaggle of officers made their way out of your apartment, and all you had were glass shards and a dirty carpet, thanks to all the strangers roaming in your living room. Except her, she wasnât a stranger, she was but she didnât feel like it.Â
The oven read 01:23 a.m., after you cleaned up the glass shards, you taped a paper bag over your window and sprinkle baking soda on the dirty carpet. You locked Catra in your bedroom and took a shower with the door locked, for the first time since living alone. You left the bathroom in your PJâs and dried your hair with a towel. Youâd put an obstacle course by the window; your longboard, a few legos, with loose nails. If anyone broke in, you wouldnât make it easy. Admiring your handy work when a knock startled you, checking the oven it was 2:30.
You checked the peephole and found detective Grayson standing awkwardly . Cracking the door open with the chain still on, âGrace? Right?â you question.
âGrayson.â she corrects.
âOh yeah, my bad. Did you forget something?â
âI felt bad that our lack of due-diligence is the reason you feel unsafe, an officer is downstairs in case anything happens.âÂ
Of course, because the police were helpful the first time.Â
Sceptical eyes leered over Grayson, you doubted a police officer posted downstairs while you live on the 12th floor, would be any help.Â
âI volunteered, figured youâd feel safer with another woman.â she commented.Â
It felt like she could read your mind, she knew you were hesitant over the patrol.Â
âOnly if you stay in the apartment with me, how helpful can you be if youâre all the way downstairs.â
Closing the door, you undid the chain and opened the door to Grayson, âCome in Hotshot, donât let all that outside air in.âÂ
Grayson entered your apartment thoughtfully, she didnât comment on the nickname. She took off her coat and hung it on the hook by the door, along with her scarf.
âOutside? The hallway is inside, no?â Grayson asked.
She climbed out of her shoes and entered deeper into your home.
âNo, the hallway is my neighborâs air,â you gestured to the air purifier on your windowsill. âEveryone in this building smokes, and the landlord doesnât care so it just reeks here, all the time.âÂ
Grayson nodded as she looked at the hung up posters and polaroids that decorate your entryway. They were filled with random shots of your friends, Catra or yourself. You loved a good selfie, and the polaroid hits different than digital. Under each polaroid shot was the date and time. You noticed Grayson admiring them for a beat, you grabbed the camera, walking up to her from behind.Â
âSay cheese!â You hit the button as Grayson turned. The flash took her by surprise. You waited for the shot to print. Grayson blinked rapidly trying to get her vision to come back.Â
âAre you okay?âÂ
âYeah, I will be.âÂ
You grab Graysonâs elbow. âHere itâll be easier if you sit down.â
You walked her over to the living room, and shoved her on the plush couch. Sitting as close to Grayson as possible, you held her face in your hands.Â
âLet me see,â She flinched, but you grabbed her face regardless. âHow many fingers am I holding up?âÂ
Grayson gave you a blank stare.Â
âNo sense of humor, I see,â you released her face. âMakes sense, for a pig and all,â you stood up and checked on the shot from earlier.Â
Grayson scoffed at your insinuation. âWhat is the correlation?â Â
Ignoring her question, you looked at the picture. She had her hands guarding her face and eyes scrunched. So adorable. This couldn't go on the wallâ this was for your personal collection.Â
âThe picture came out blurry, wanna take another?â
Grayson wore a look of agitation. âMaybe next time.âÂ
You pouted. âYouâre no fun, Hotshot.âÂ
She gave you a disingenuous smile, cutting her eyes away from you.Â
A wall went up, you could feel it.Â
It was odd, sheâd only been here a few hours ago but being alone with her felt intimate. There were no buffers of forensic examiners or police, just you and her. Her scent wasnât as strong as before, she smelled like outside with a hint of coffee. How did she take her coffee, did she like it bitter and black or did she have a sweet tooth?Â
Strong arms hidden under that restrictive coat. She rolled up the sleeves on her gray button up and your eyes darted to the definition along her forearms. She reached for her phone from her back pocket.Â
Who was she texting?Â
âWell, it's been a long night, Iâll hit the hay, can I get you anything?â you ask.
Grayson shook her head, looking up from her phone. âNo, Iâm fine, good night.âÂ
Grayson hung on every word you said, you watched her eyes roam over your body.Â
Pivoting on your foot, you made your way to the bedroom.Â
Annoyance bubbled in you, she couldnât stand your company but had no problem ogling you. Your ego on the other hand thrived on it.
âNight detective, I hope you like what you see.âÂ
Her eyes darted to the floor. Â
âThe mess,â she stuttered. âWow, we left a terrible mess, Iâll talk to my deputies, we will be more cognizant of the mess going forward.â
You opened the bedroom, and Catra strolled out. She eyed Grayson across the room, stalking the new woman in her space.Â
âSure, the mess,â With a slight turn of your head. âSee you in the morning, Hotshot.â
You donât see her roll her eyes at you.Â
âŚ
Grayson wasnât supposed to be here. She toyed with the idea the first hour she left the crime scene. The guilt consuming her ate away at her need for sleep. Rationally, sheâd ask the captain if you could get protection but she knew the requests would go unheard. The original plan was to scout the neighborhood, then her feet led her to the scene, your apartment.
What she didnât expect was seeing your glistening figure in a silk night gown. Temptation was winning the inner battle she attempted to control. The shameless flirting didnât help.Â
The first night had been uneventful much to Graysonâs dismay, she didnât sleep as much as she thought. Her mind stuck on the details of the case, sheâd gone over the evidence over and over again. Nothing added up. The evidence pointed to an unsub with experience, but the petty crime suggested a newby. Perhaps, it was a group or a duo? That would explain the differing styles.
4 apartments on the same block, no DNA and no burglary just B&E (breaking and entering). Her mind had a hard time coming up with an endgame. If their motivation wasnât money, goods or violence, what was the point?Â
At work the following morning, she studied the evidence board.Â
Hands on her hips, she scrutinized over the details. The specifics were getting fuzzy, sheâd read over them so much, getting irritated at her own work.Â
Grayson slumped in her chair, massaging her temples. She took a few deep breaths.Â
Gentle footsteps approached her.Â
âHereâs the lab results that came in, Gray.â Maddie breaths.
âLeave it there.âÂ
âDonât hold your breath, no matches.âÂ
Grayson released a dry chuckle. âThis is an open and shut case, what are we missing?â her gaze returning to the board.
Maddie stood across from the board. âMaybe we overlooked something on the scene?âÂ
âThatâs irrelevant, the scenes have all been cleaned up, and I doubt the victims want to let us back in, after the mess we left.âÂ
Grayson glared at the shorter woman.Â
Maddie avoided her gaze, looking ahead. She scratched her chin, furrowed brows, lost in concentration.Â
âMaybe we should approach this from a different angle?â she offered.Â
Grayson gave a non-committal shrug. âAll roads point to a cold case.âÂ
âWhat about the victim from yesterday? Maybe sheâll be more receptive,â Maddie eyed her watch. âShe was more than eager.âÂ
Grayson rolled her eyes. âYou want me to manipulate the victim?â
âItâs our job, don't think of it as manipulation," Maddie threw Grayson a cheeky eyebrow raise.Â
Grayson blinked.Â
Maddie threw her hands in surrender. âSuit yourself, but, no need to reinvent the wheel.â she offered.Â
Grayson pondered Maddieâs suggestion.Â
âŚ
After work, she came over again. She brought bagels, an innocent gesture to check in on you. Nothing else.
You didnât open the door, a pink-haired butch, eyed her through the doorway. She had on a ratty muscle tee adorned with oil stains.Â
She sized Grayson up, âBabe, why is there a cop at your door?âÂ
Your head peeked out from behind, âDonât call me babe. Grayson!â you beamed.Â
Shoving past Vi, you wrapped Grayson in a hug.Â
âGrayson, Vi, Vi, Grayson, this is my ex. She was on her way out.â you muse.Â
She grumbled and grabbed a box filled with stuff.Â
âWhatever, youâll call me back,â Vi walked out of the apartment, and bumped Graysonâs shoulder on her way out. âShe always calls back.â Vi whispered for only Grayson to hear.Â
You dragged Grayson into the apartment. âSorry, ignore Vi, sheâsâŚâ you groaned. âYâknow?âÂ
Grayson nodded, lying would work for now. âI have um- similar experiences with my past partners.â Grayson stated.Â
The white paper bag in her hand drew your attention. âWhatâs that?âÂ
âA bagel place near my apartment was having a sale.â she plopped the bag on the counter and handed you a cinnamon raisin.Â
A big bite was taken from the bagel, Grayson just watched as you bit into the bagel in her hand.Â
âHowâd you know I like raisins?â you grabbed the remaining bagel out of her grasp.
You motioned for her to join you on the couch. âI talked to my landlord, and he won't be able to get to it until next week,â you took another bit from the bagel. âAnd then he has to order the window, so most likely 2-3 weeks.âÂ
âThatâs a long time to be without a window.â Grayson thinks out loud.Â
âI know! Fuck me I guess. I donât know what Iâm gonna do, I donât have family in the city, and Vi⌠I canât stay with her, too toxic.â you state solemnly.Â
âMaybe you have friends?âÂ
Catra traipses up to your lap, you pet her absentmindedly. âNah, I stopped talking to them after I got with Vi,â you sigh.Â
âIâll be fine, they already robbed me, why would they come back? They know I ainât got shit.âÂ
Grayson moves closer and rubs your back. âI wish the circumstances weâd met were different.âÂ
Catra jumps down and strolls elsewhere.Â
You wiped away a loose tear. âYeah, me too. I hate not having control over this.âÂ
âI can keep coming over until the window is fixed.â Grayson offers.Â
At her words your eyes light up. âYou sure? That feels like a lot, and we just metâŚâÂ
She shakes her head. âNot at all, itâll give me more time to research suspects in the area.âÂ
You enveloped her in a hug. Grayson didnât expect you to hug her. The sweetness radiated off your skin, with a hint of spice, was that bergamot?Â
She relaxed into the hug, and returned the gesture. When she became a detective she had a duty to protect everyone in her city and that included you.
âŚ
The cabbage from the cold low mein filled the air, you were on the floor with Grayson. She brought over Uno cards and you had to prove you could kick her ass.Â
After dropping a pick 4, Grayson glared and rolled her eyes at you as she begrudgingly picked up 4 cards. You giggled, competition looked sexy on her. Placing your final card down you called âunoâ, she threw all of her cards in the pile.Â
âThat's enough for tonight.â she grumbled.Â
Your laughter couldnât be contained. âWhy are you such a sore loser?âÂ
She rolled her eyes. âWhatever, you just got lucky.âÂ
âOnce, I get it but three times, I donât know babe, I think you just suck.â you purse your lips toward her. Her gaze flickers down to your lips.Â
Grayson stretches herself out. âIâm too old to be sitting on the ground like that.â
âYeah, grandma.â cheeky grin on your lips.
Grayson slowly turns her gaze down. âWhat was that?â She walks up to you slowly.Â
You match her gaze, standing up cooly. âYâheard me.â you doubled down.Â
She kept walking until your chests touched and she was staring down at you. The pebbled nipples like daggers stabbing Grayson.
Her ocean of eyes struggled to stay on yours.
She doesnât say anything. Her lips collide with yours, the kiss is hungry and fast, youâre both rushing. Grayson pulls away first, and puts herself arms length from you.Â
âIâm sorry, I canât do this. Iâm here to protect you, I canât take advantage of you.â She turns away from you, hugging herself, toward the window. Defeated. Ashamed.Â
Soft hands met her cheek, you lifted her head to face you.Â
âGrayson, donât be hard on yourself.âÂ
Grabbing her hand you led her to the couch, shooing Catra off. You push Grayson down, climbing into her lap, her hands grazing your hips. She's restraining herself. Eventually deciding to push you off of her. Catra hangs around rubbing against your legs.Â
Grayson is avoiding your gaze.Â
âWanna play hide and seek,â you coo at Catra. âGo hide, Iâll find you,â
The cat flees to the kitchen, hiding in your cabinet.Â
Graysonâs head is between her hands resting on her lap. She is struggling with this kiss, maybe you made a mistake?Â
You kneel on the floor directly in front of her. She ignored you on the couch, you hoped this would get her attention.
âI canât tell you what to do, if you want to leave, the door is right there,â you gesture behind you.Â
She flinches at your words, taken aback by the direction this took.Â
âI can get anyone woman down the street, in my bed, but I want you, Hotshot,âÂ
Grayson disregards the sting your words left, the idea of being replaceable gave her a sense of dread.
She sighs. âI want you as well,â Â
Hearing her say those words, set off fireworks inside. This wasnât one sided. All the hours youâd put in were finally paying off. She picked you. Â
âI donât want my feelings to detract from my mission to protect youâŚâ
You get up and walk towards your bedroom., you turn your head slightly over your shoulder.
âI promise itâll be much easier to protect me from my bed.â Your hand is out, awaiting hers.
Grayson looks at you and the hand. She ponders her choices, her legs decide for her as she follows you into the bedroom and shuts the door. She would do whatever it took to solve this case.
âŚ
Grayson let herself in, the savoury aroma of lamb wafted over her. The sun was setting, the only thing Grayson ate today was coffee, and a few bagels. Toeing her shoes off, she crept into the kitchen. Her gentle hands rested on your waist, head peeking behind you.Â
âHey love, what's this?â She dropped a peck on your cheek.Â
Grayson eyed the beads of sweat on your hairline. She wondered how long youâd spent in the kitchen.Â
âRemember when we had chili the other night, and you said it reminded you of your momâs gamora sadi?âÂ
You turned around. âI know I butchered that, Iâm sorry,âÂ
She could feel the heat from the oven. âGhormeh Sabzi?âÂ
You clapped your hands. âYeah, I found a recipe online and it looked easy enough,â You spooned a bit of the gravy and brought it to her lips. She eyed the sauce and then you, she opened her mouth and let you feed her.Â
As apprehensive as she was to cooking, Grayson was surprised how close you got the flavors. Nothing could compare to her motherâs cooking, but you didnât disappoint. Some dripped from her lip, her tongue sliding over the extra sauce.Â
She debated going for another taste.Â
âOk, go, Iâm almost done, I need to temp the meat but everything should be ready.â you shooed her.Â
Grayson took off her dress shirt, opting to stay in her tank top, she made her way to your living room. She sat on the couch and checked her phone. Catra jumped up beside her, begging for attention. Her hand gently pet the soft fur and she scrolled on her phone. The device kept going off, messages from Marcus came through. She ignored it, swiping the messages away.Â
The kid never knew when to take a step back from cases, she chose to let him tire himself out. She threw her phone beside her, grabbing Catraâs head to drop a kiss on the felineâs furry face. The couch vibrated, Grayson ignored it assuming it was Marcus. The vibration was ongoing, she picked her phone up. Growing irritated with him. But, her lock screen didnât show any notifications. Hands searched for the source of the vibrating. Curious fingers found your phone in between the seat cushions. Grayson froze when she saw who the messages were from.Â
Why was Vi texting and calling you? Her eyes looked to Catra, taking ownership over her lap.Â
A seed in her gut told her there was more to the story.Â
Neither of you had defined this relationship. Grayson had been hesitant to make this official, due to your resentment for her job. Youâd grow frustrated with how often sheâd take calls, reply to messages.
Without thinking, she found herself reaching to see what messages Vi sent. She typed the code into your phone, when she heard you coming, she locked the phone and flipped it.Â
She didnât think about the invasion of privacy. She didnât think of the consequences had you seen her.
You placed two bowls of stew on the coffee table. Grayson dropped to the floor beside you.Â
âYou didnât have to do this,â Grayson picks up her spoon. âI hope you werenât in the kitchen all day? You donât need to make gestures like this.â
You threw an annoyed look her way, âThe case youâre working seems to really stress you out,â A soft hand caressed her face as she ate. âYouâve taken care of me since the break in, and this is my way of taking care of you.âÂ
Grayson felt unease at your words.Â
âHow is it?â you questioned. âThere was a sale on lamb, and I just felt like it was written in the stars.âÂ
The question grabbed Grayson out of her stupor, âIt's delicious, reminds me of my motherâs.âÂ
She watched your bambi eyes grow at her words.Â
âWow, I wouldâve been happy with a âdecentâ, but delicious?â You licked your fingers. âHome cooking trial is done! We can go back to takeout after today, but we do have leftovers, like alot.âÂ
Grayson was almost done with her bowl, and considering seconds.
âGood to know Iâll have lunch for tomorrow covered,â Grayson sucked on the bones from her bowl. â The case will be cold before we finish the Ghormeh Sabzi.â she chuckled.
âItâs the one with the frozen corpse after the apartment fire, right?âÂ
She nods. âThe landlord has been clueless and the tenants are just as helpful.â
Your hands rubbed her back, she leaned towards your touch, dropping the remnants in her bowl and grabbing yours. She got up and took your dishes to the kitchen. She started on the dishes, waiting for you to join her.Â
You strolled in on your phone, typing.Â
âWork?â Grayson asked nonchalantly.Â
âNah, just spam, pretty sure my number got leaked or something.âÂ
Grayson hummed at your response. âI forgot to tell you, Vi called while we were eating dinner.â She loaded the dishwasher.Â
You leaned against the counter, packing the stew away.Â
A sigh fell from your lips. âYeah, she likes to pop up after a couple weeks.âÂ
âWhy didnât you block her?â
Grayson set the dishwasher and turned to look at you. Crossing her arms as she studied your figure.Â
âYou block all of your exes?âÂ
âNo, but Iâm cordial with all of my previous partners, this is different.âÂ
She watched your dark eyes stare her down and approach with caution. You turned away from her.Â
âFirst time we talk about your exes and weâre arguing,â a mirthless chuckle seeps from your lips. âYou know so much about my fucked up life, and I know little to nothing about you.âÂ
Grayson walks past you, and grabs your phone from the counter.Â
âWhat are you doing?âÂ
She sits on the arm of the sofa and hands you the phone.Â
âYouâre gonna block Vi, or I can leave.âÂ
She holds out the phone.
You cross your arms instead. âNo, because Iâm not blocking her for whatever this is. What are we?âÂ
â[name].â
âGrayson.â
âA relationship?â she quipped.
Liar. Liar. Liar.Â
The lies were piling up. The red flags sheâd ignore kept popping up like weeds. Just as the illusion was setting in, youâd give her another.
You wrap your arms around her neck and squeeze tight. âGoddess, Iâm such an idiot. I'm so sorry.â
She doesnât say anything, leaning into your embrace. She took a deep breath of you, she loved the combination of jasmine and cocoa butter. Smelling you always grounded her, right now the comfort was hollow.
A vibration made you pull away.Â
âNot mine,â You walked over to the sound and picked up Graysonâs phone. âDamn, someoneâs popular. Um- a Marcus has been trying to reach you, âÂ
Grayson swiftly grabs the phone from your hand and begins looking at the notifications.Â
You groaned dramatically. âIt better not be work, Gray.âÂ
She hummed a response. âLet me just send this quickly. And Iâm done.â She tosses the phone on the couch, putting her hands up.Â
âIs it about the case?â you probed, crossing your arms.Â
Grayson avoids your gaze as she sits on the couch. Your eyes followed her, approaching her slowly.Â
âNo, heâs hung up on something else.âÂ
You began pacing. Your mouth would fix to say something but youâd change your mind last minute.Â
âGray,âÂ
She looked down but tilted her face towards you.Â
âYouâre not keeping us a secret from your colleagues or anything. Right?âÂ
Grayson shook her head. She grabbed you to join her on the couch.Â
âWhy would I keep you a secret, love?â Liar.Â
She smiled at you, ignoring the dishonesty in her gut.Â
It was a small price to pay when it came to your protection. The warmth you held for her, made Grayson float, nothing would make her lose you. She wouldn't let anything come between you.
âŚ
Itâd been two months and your landlord had yet to fix the window. Grayson felt worked up for you, the lack of urgency was infuriating. Youâd listen and nod along to her ranting. She was right. 2 months is a long time to repair a window. She didnât need to know you never reached out to your landlord. Her visits every night persisted, sheâd been coming over for 2 months straight. She practically moved in, living here part time. The relationship and domesticity of it all, made you feel like a winner. Â
You were scrolling on your computer looking at bigger apartments for the 3 of you. Headphones were over your ears as you chatted with Vi.Â
âThatâs what you get for doubting me, I told you itâd work.â you beamed.Â
You could hear Vi gloating to you from the other side. âYou have to admit, Iâm a great toxic ex.â she joked.Â
You laughed to yourself. Her pompous ass, no one you knew had a bigger ego than a Leo.Â
âOk but you shouldâve seen her, jealousy has to be an aphrodisiac.âÂ
âStill donât know whatâs so special about that pig.âÂ
âSheâs not a pig, sheâs a detective, theyâre like different-ish?â you remark.Â
Scratching sound could be heard from Viâs end.Â
âWhatever you say, consider us even for the broken window.âÂ
You groan. âDonât remind me and thanks a lot, as if being alone in the city isnât scary enough.âÂ
You clearly hear her scoff, lightly muffled over the phone. âOnly a dumbass would try to fuck you over,â She coughed on her end, you knew she was smoking. âGot another hit if youâre interested, old man, no family and no security cameras.âÂ
âWhatâs the score?â you questioned.
âSpades,â she states.Â
This was Viâs code for diamonds, sheâd gotten paranoid that people were listening to your calls after some busts, now you have special code words for shit. Vi had years of experience and prison time against you, her expertise had yet to leave you astray.Â
âThis project will need some research, library date?âÂ
The ground beneath your feet vibrated as the front door closed, you looked up and Grayson stood at your entrance. A buoyant smile graced your lips. Seeing her was your favorite part of the day.Â
âDuty calls, I gotta go,â you pressed a button on your headphones and slid them to your neck.Â
Grayson stood at the entrance door still open. Shoes still on.Â
You got up to race to your girlfriend. Arms met her shoulders, but hers stayed at her sides. Her eyebrows slightly furrowed.Â
âBaby, whatâs wrong,â your hands caressed her face.Â
She handed you a folded slip of paper.Â
âYou are under arrest for suspicion of robbery and staging a false break-in. You have the right to remain silent. AnythingâŚâ she stated.Â
Everything in your world shifted off kilter. She continued with the spiel but you didnât hear anything. The only thing running through your mind was her. Did she deceive you? Did the relationship mean nothing? All that time youâd spent together, being open and vulnerable, had she been collecting evidence?Â
âŚ
The dank air permeated Graysonâs nostrils. The interrogation room was small, her eyes fixed on you. She watched you pace around with folded arms. Youâd been in there for at least 45 minutes. You fixed yourself in the mirror.Â
You took a deep breath and pounded on the mirror. âI know youâre in there!âÂ
Grayson didnât care that sheâd spent the entire morning watching you from the examination room.Â
Grayson hadnât slept all night, when Marcus brought the evidence she had no other choice but to arrest you. How could she be so blind? Sheâd been working day and night researching this case and it finally clicked. Youâd been playing her since the beginning. You were her blindspot and embarrassment consumed her. Sheâd fallen for your innocent act, a meek cat lady that needed protecting. But, she was all too eager to fill the role.
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