(Write about a time when you got stuck between two parties fighting with each other)
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"Dianxia! Have you seen Mu Qing?"
Xie Lian looked up in surprise at Feng Xin's frantic tone and saw the look of panic on his face as he rushed across the courtyard. Hua Cheng's grip on his arm tightened at the sight of Feng Xin's rapid approach, and Xie Lian gently patted his husband's hand, amused by his lingering hostility.
"No, we only just got here,” Xie Lian replied, “Shouldn't you be getting ready, Feng Xin?"
"I know that!" yelled Feng Xin, almost hysterical, the anger in his voice causing Hua Cheng to step in front of Xie Lian. But Feng Xin was clearly too distressed to notice, almost on the verge of tears, nearly sobbing as he ranted on, "But Mu Qing's subordinates said he suddenly stormed out of his palace about two hours ago, and no one's seen him since. I've looked everywhere! And it's nearly time! Where is he? He can't do this to me! He-"
Xie Lian gently pushed Hua Cheng aside, and grabbed Feng Xin firmly by the shoulders.
"Feng Xin. Look at me. Calm down."
Feng Xin glared at him with slightly crazed eyes, his breathing still ragged.
"Tell me what happened," Xie Lian continued, "Did you two have a fight last night?"
A blush appeared on Feng Xin's cheeks, more irrefutable as proof of their fight than verbal admission.
Hua Cheng scoffed at his reply, and Xie Lian sighed. This is why a couple should be kept apart the night before their wedding.
"What did you fight about?"
Feng Xin frowned and pressed his lips together, half in embarassment and half in indignation.
"I can't help you if you don't tell me what happened," Xie Lian pressed, folding his arms across his chest.
"I don't even know what it was about," exclaimed Feng Xin, anger and impatience spillling into voice, "I was just talking about what we should do about our territories and whether we should combine them after getting married. And the next thing you know, he's giving me this Look, and making all these stupid snide comments, but not actually telling me what's the matter. And now he's gone fuck knows where! What are we gonna do? There are three hundred gods waiting in the great hall for us! We CANNOT cancel this!!"
"We're not cancelling the wedding."
The surly voice made all three of them whip around. Sure enough, it came from Mu Qing, glowering in churlishness but tinged with an air of guilt.
Feng Xin felt his breath leave his body, his gaze captivated by Mu Qing in his full wedding regalia, the intricate patterns of the fabric hugging and accentuating his graceful figure, his flowing hair hanging loosely in complicated knots around his slender face.
"I'm sorry," said Mu Qing quietly, "I think I got cold feet."
Feng Xin dashed towards him, still angry but relieved, crushing him in an embrace as he buried his face in the crook of Mu Qing's neck.
"We don't have to don't have to combine our territories. We don't have to do anything you don't want to. Just talk to me next time."
"But I do want to," Mu Qing mumbled quietly.
Feng Xin pushed him away in surprise. "You do?"
"I do," Mu Qing smiled sheepishly at him, "I wasn't ready yesterday. But I think I am now."
Xie Lian beamed at Hua Cheng. Arm in arm, they sauntered slowly towards the great hall just ahead, where swarms of panicking attendants had immediately descended on Feng Xin and Mu Qing, the pair still showing remnants of tears and frustration, but also glowing with happiness.
Xie Lian was sure this would be the first of many more dramas to come after the wedding.
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Hur Hur Hur. Drama = FengQing. And what is more dramatic than wedding drama XD XD
After a bloody battle with the enemy, A, a military officer, is wounded and transferred to another unit to receive treatment.
At the end of the day A is in a hospital bed waiting to be treated, when a guard leads a chained man to his side. At first, A doesn't understand what a prisoner is doing there, but he soon realizes that the prisoner is in fact his doctor.
"We are short of people," explains the guard "but don't worry, if anything should happen to you, sir, he knows that the same thing will happen to him".
Day after day the doctor comes to treat his wounds, but for every day that A remains ill, the prisoner is harshly punished for failing to heal him faster.
not wanting to leave their embrace
original prompt list here
this chapter was written before the airing of 911ls s04 big finale!
“Please don’t go,” Carlos mumbles into TK’s neck.
“You know I need to,” TK says for the umpteenth time, his words contradicted by his stance as he doesn’t move away from Carlos’ arms. “It’s just one double shift, I promise. No more overtime.”
“You can’t promise that,” Carlos complains. “You’re a paramedic. The risk of overtime is real.”
“And you’re a police officer, so you should understand,” TK tells him as though he’s speaking to a young child. “I’m sorry I switched all those shifts, only I’m not really sorry.” Carlos grunts, not lifting his face from TK’s skin. “You know I can’t be sorry, babe. I was here looking after you, helping you get better so you could marry me tomorrow.”
“It’s just one day,” Carlos almost whines. “Can’t you call in sick for one day?”
TK chuckles. He loves this side of Carlos that only he gets to see; the collected, cool, serious Carlos Reyes throwing a tantrum because his fiancé has to go to work when Carlos himself has the day off. TK enjoys teasing Carlos just a little; he’s sad too that he needs to leave the house right now, when all he wants is to stay in Carlos’ embrace forever.
“You know I can’t,” he tries to reason. “But I’ll be here before you know it.”
“Only you won’t,” Carlos reminds him. “Neither of us will. We’ll spend the night separately, remember? I’m coming back to my parents’ in about an hour or so, and you’ll go sleep at your father’s.”
“See? You won’t be alone for long,” TK insists. “Your mother will smother you with love the second you set foot in the ranch. And you have a lot of talking to do with your father, babe. Remember that offer? He’ll need an answer, and no better man to ask any doubt you have than a Ranger himself.”
“Still going to miss you.”
“I’m going to miss you too,” TK reassures him. he holds on tighter. “But it’s just for a few hours, and then we will be getting married. To each other. I won’t be just a Strand anymore.”
“And I won’t be just a Reyes anymore,” Carlos acquiesces. He lifts his head from TK’s neck just enough to kiss TK’s cheek, but he never lets go of TK’s waist. “Okay, go on your double shift. But remember to come back to me, okay?”
“That I can promise,” TK says. “I promise you I will always fight to come back home, and I will always remember you are my home.”
“And you are mine.”
TK shivers as the words sink in. He’s still getting used to the fact that he is loved for who he is, that he is worthy of a love that’s bigger than anything he could have imagined. But Carlos doesn’t falter; he looks up at TK as his arms fall to his sides and he whispers, “I love you, future husband.”
“And I love you, future husband.”
And with a heavy sigh, TK steps back, grabs his bag and walks out of the house before his heart wins this battle with his head and he calls in sick.
so this is it, my friends. the end. how fast time flies!
thank you so much to those of you who have been constantly reading and commenting. you own a piece of my (old) heart. you are the best and i love you so much for your support and patience.
and just like that, in less than twenty-four hours, i'll be forty! i'm feeling old, but a little less old thanks to you all.
40 with mello if u don’t mind!! i can imagine him getting super flustered and needy TTwTT god i love ur writing sm.. this is the person that rqed for L and HFJFJ GOD I GOT FED
# tags: scenario; current relationship; romance; dirty talk; gun; suggestive
includes: gender neutral reader ft. mihael keehl {death note}
author’s note: of course, i don’t mind, bby. i love him so much :(
40. A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.
You and Mello have been dating for over a year, and for the first time at that time, your boy was so frustrated and also in need of your closeness and whole attention. It was sweet to see his stray gaze and his hands that didn’t know what to do with himself when you walked by him to put some water for tea for the two of you or when you bent down to get the movie CD you were going to watch with him tonight, cuddled up in his hot body under a large burgundy blanket.
But it all ended up with the forgotten green tea and ‘Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales’ movie, and the two of you ended up on the big couch in a mafia hideout; Mihael in the middle of a leather furniture, and you on his soft thighs, slowly rubbing against his crotch with massive boner, covered with the material of black pants.
“Ohh, you needed me so much, baby?” You asked seductively, pressing down on his aching cock once more, and he just nodded. His cheeks were pleasantly pink, his lips were wet from your heavy kisses, and there was a hint of lust and teenage curiosity in his both, shiny eyes.
“You look too good in these jeans.” He muttered and his fingers clutching your soft ass at the same time. “You don’t even know how much I want to fuck you on that sofa.” He added after a short second, and his warm hands moved higher, over your hips and the sides of your waist.
“Ah, yes? So do it.” You chuckled as you kissed his chapped lips one more time, and he just grunted in response, slowly shifting your position. This time you were lying on the old, black couch and he was between your legs, pecking the lines of your jaw and the throbbing, hot neck at the same time. “Mihael... don’t extend it...”
You bit your lower lip as his mouth moved to your left collarbone and then to the place between your breasts. You were about to unfasten the belt from his trousers, but the sudden opening of the huge door to the hideout made the man move away from your lying figure, then glance toward the entrance with the unlocked pistol, which was always hidden in the back pocket.
His gaze showed great disgust and irritation when two members of his group appeared on the threshold.
“I don’t give a shit with what problem you both came to see me, but you’re due back tomorrow morning or you’ll end up as a carpet in my fucking bedroom.” He growled aiming at the head of one of his men, and they hurriedly closed the white door and, as quickly as they appeared, they disappeared.
You chuckled as you dragged his jacket to kiss his red, chocolate-tasting lips once again.
“I want you to point that gun at me, boss.” You begged, and he just laughed under his breath as he brought the gun to your neck, decorated with colored marks and cute bites.
Requested by anon: heyy prompts 40 , 65 , 66 for El Professor?with so so much angst -even death of reader- if you write kind of things ofc) thx already
Word count: 1,3k
Warning: angst, death, swearing
Note: not my gif! Also, the reader doesn’t know that Sergio is planning the heist! This takes place before/during the first heist :) It’s a little shorter than I’d hoped, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Enjoy! x
#40 - ‘I wish I’d never met you.’ ‘No.. you don’t mean that.’
#65 - ‘I might never get another chance to say this.’
#66 - ‘Do you regret it?’
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‘Do you regret it?’ you asked softly. You were fiddling with your fingers while you sat next to Sergio on the bed. Your bottom lip was trembling and your eyes prickled with tears.
‘I-’ he sighed, ‘I don’t know.’ He was nervous, you could tell. You and Sergio had been lifelong friends. Your mothers grew up together and got pregnant around the same time. He was a year older than you, but you nearly did everything together. You went to the same school, worked at the same place, lived in the same street. But deep down you had feelings for each other and that resulted in you two sleeping together last night.
‘What don’t you know? Us being clearly more than friends or sleeping with me was a mistake?’ you asked. Your heart clenched at your own words and you hoped with all your heart Sergio was just a little confused.
‘No, it’s not that. But... This- This messes everything up. We were supposed to stay friends, nothing more than that!’ he said louder, standing up and throwing his hands in the air.
‘Sergio, please calm down. We made this decision together. I didn’t force you into anything, did I?’ you asked him, the realisation of him not wanting to be with you hitting you hard in the stomach.
‘You didn’t, but this makes it so complicated! This was not part of the plan Y/N, not part of the plan.’ He kept pacing back and forth, mumbling to himself and re-adjusting his glasses.
‘Sergio, look at me,’ you pleaded, taking his face in your hands. That only seemed to trigger his senses more as he pushed you away.
‘Everything is turning to shit, Y/N! I can’t think straight anymore. All I can think about is you and that messes with my head. God, you ruined everything! I wish I’d never met you!’ he yelled. You let out a loud sob. The man you’ve loved all your life confessed his love for you and offended you more than you ever though he would in the same sentence. When the words left his lips, his heart dropped in his stomach, immediately regretting what he said.
‘No, you don’t mean that.’ Your voice betrayed you as it cracked and quivered. Tears fell down your cheeks, showing Sergio just how much he hurt you.
‘Look me in the eye and tell me last night didn’t mean anything. Tell me you didn’t wait your whole life for that moment. Tell me you don’t love me. I dare you.’ The sadness in your voice now turning into anger as you took a step towards him. ‘Tell me, Sergio.’
The man looked at you with hurt, fear and sadness in his eyes, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak up and say any of those things. It simply wasn’t true and he couldn’t lie to you. Hearing the hurt in your voice pulled his heart strings. Tears filled his eyes and he could see the defeat in yours. Your shoulders slumped and you bowed your head.
‘I guess that was your answer. I don’t know what I messed up or ruined by loving you the way I do, but I’m sorry. I really am. I hope someday you can forgive me for all I’ve done. Goodbye, Sergio,’ you spoke, soflty smiling at him one more time before turning around and leaving.
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That night stayed with you forever. You hadn’t seen or spoken to Sergio in three months and it hurt you every day. You went from seeing each other every day to not even texting. So you had spent the last few weeks sitting on the couch or in your bed. It wasn’t healthy and you knew that, so you decided to go out and get some groceries. You changed into some nicer clothes, put on a little bit of make-up and left your apartment. After exploring the market for a while, you found everything you needed so you returned home after taking a little walk in the park. Once you returned home, you saw the front door was open. The lock had been ruined. People broke in. Your heartbeat picked up and you felt yourself shaking. You decided to call the police, but as soon as you picked up your phone, you felt two arms wrap around you. You shrieked and tried to move, but a cloth was held in front of your nose. Holding your breath, you tried to stay awake as long as possible, but you soon enough slipped away into darkness.
‘I have to give it to you Professor, you have good taste,’ you heard someone loudly speak next to you. You slowly felt yourself awaken. You lifted your head and tried to move your hands, but couldn’t. Panic set in and you tried to pull yourself out of the ropes.
‘Ah, nice of you to join the party, darling,’ you twisted your head and saw a man in his fourtees looking down on you.
‘Wh-who are you? Where am I?’ you asked. A big screen was stood in front of you and a camera was pointed at your face.
‘You, my darling, are here because your friend doesn’t listen to our rules. See, all he has to do is let al the hostages go and you can go. But he’s a little stubborn, so he needs some help,’ he said, getting closer to you. You tried to inch away, but he grabbed you by your hair, shoving a gun to your jaw. You screamed and tears fell down your cheeks.
‘Hostages? What? Please let me go. I have no idea who you’re talking about,’ you pleaded.
‘Care to explain it yourself, Professor?’ the man asked and the tv was turned on. A very nervous Sergio appeared on the screen and your breath hitched.
‘I-I can explain, Y/N,’ he stuttered, ‘I did something big a-and bad and a lot of people are involved, but they’re not in danger. I promise.’
‘What the hell in going on? They’re not in danger? Then what the fuck am I doing here?’ you yelled at him and you could see him flinch.
‘I’m part of a robbery,’ your jaw dropped to the floor, ‘that was the plan I told you about. The one you, uh, ruined.’ He winced at his own words.
‘I don’t care what you’re doing, but you best let them go Sergio,’ your voice trembled as you finally admitted to yourself you would probably not make it out of here alive.
‘I- I can’t, Y/N. It’s part of the plan and if I lose them, the whole plan is ruined. I have to stick to it.’ You could tell he started to lose control and once he did, there was no coming back.
‘Sergio, listen to me. I have no idea where I am, got kidnapped at broad daylight and now I’m sitting here with my hands tied and a gun pointed at my head. Are those hostages really worth more than me? Think about how long we’ve known each other,’ you pleaded, hoping to trigger something.
‘I have to stick to the plan, Y/N.’
‘Very well then,’ you heard the man say and he pushed the gun at the back of your head. You cried out in fear and sobbed as quietly as you could.
‘Any last words, beautiful?’
‘ I might never get another chance to say this, so I’ll just say it. I love you Sergio. Always will and always have. I’m sorry I couldn’t be the person you wanted me to be,’ you sobbed, ‘I love you.’
A loud gunshot cut your sobbing short. Your head fell forward and you were dead. Reality seemed to hit Sergio harder than a truck, because his eyes almost popped out of it’s sockets and he screamed loudly. The man stepped back contently and turned his attention to the camera.
