Are You Fucking High Right Now ? His Laughter Fills The Room As He Questions His Best Friend. She's

‘ are you fucking high right now ? ’ his laughter fills the room as he questions his best friend. ‘ she's a fucking asshole , and i can say that with full confidence because she told me i was probably shit at eating pussy because i didn't wanna touch hers. ’ on second thought maybe he was the dick ? ‘ anyways , forget about her , you coming to my fight this weekend ? they finally managed to reschedule. ’

things would be far easier if she could just say why it all bothered her but that would be too damn hard for her to get out . isabella would prefer to wallow in her own insecurity , allow it in like an unwanted house guest and let it eat her alive . " she .... seemed nice . " from the five seconds she saw , ignoring the jealousy that had itched in the back of her mind .

open to : m / f / nb ! ( both mutuals and non - mutuals. )

plot : based on this ; my muse discovers her fiancé's been cheating through an anonymous text filled with receipts. she goes through with the wedding anyway , and during her vows , she publicly exposes his betrayal by reading out his texts , dumps his ass and leaves. afterwards your muse , who they've always had a thing with but never acted on , comes to check on her to see how she's doing.

possible connections : friends , ex - fiance's sibling , best friend , best man, maybe they're the one that sent the text etc. just have fun with it , honestly !

‘ i just feel so fucking stupid. ’ the brunette shakes her head , sigh slipping passed parted lips , exhaustion hanging heavy beneath tired eyes. ‘ i swear i knew something wasn't right but i kept gaslighting myself into believing i was just being paranoid. ’ mix of frustration and disbelief clinging to each word spoken.

ummm m is a tough, smart and handsome fbi agent who thinks very highly of himself. f is a wickedly smart psychiatrist who is called in to consult the fbi. m is paired with f to protect her: drive her around, go with her in the field, pick her up in the morning and drive her home at night. f doesn’t really like this but she respects that it is above her. one night f is at a bar and someone is flirting with her and m swoops in and is like “im the one who is taking her home” and f knows it’s a joke but also the other guy backs off ?? and they are spending so much time together that they really start to like each other but they can’t say it because they work together?? and it turns into going out to eat and cuddling and spending all of their down time together?

quiet amusement flickers in dark hues as carolina , leaned back in her seat , crimson lacquered nails gently tapping against the edge of the table , watches the girl approach. an effortless ease about her that makes sure to let anyone know that this is her turf and she is the one in control . glossy lips remain sealed , allowing the other to get their little jabs in , waiting patiently for the hopelessness to make its appearance , as it inevitably always does. ‘ thief ? ’ she’s been called worse , much worse but that wicked smile of hers widens , the arch of her brow deadly . ‘ i would be more careful how i speak the person i’m about to ask for a favour. ’ a warning , pointed look accompanying it , and if they could kill , sadie wouldn’t breathe another breath.

and there it is , the moment she had been waiting for . eyes drop to the polaroid before her , letting the tension at the table drag on for the hell of it before sliding a finger across its surface . she takes her time studying the worn photo , the child’s innocent face a stark contrast to the world both women are drowning in . ‘ you hunters , always such bleeding hearts .... ’ gaze is directed to sadie once more , hint of something sparking in her midnight eyes . not quite sympathy , but definitely interest . the discomfort in sadie’s body language is impossible to miss , the tightness in her shoulders , the look of abhorrence on her face , eyes flitting from side to side staying ever so aware of their surroundings . carolina knows it well . has seen it more times than she cares to recall . but what intrigues her more is that despite the hunter’s clear disgust at where she is and what she's doing , here she is . desperation is a powerful motivator . carolina's bread and butter .

‘ well , ’ tone is softer than before , though the teasing lilt never quite leaves . ‘ i'll tell you what ’ she lets the words hang between them for a moment , allowing the tension to twist just a little tighter before continuing ‘ i'll bring you back little jacob , no weapons necessary . ’ casual shrug of her shoulders offered as she leans foward . ‘ contrary to popular belief , i don't deal in weapons ⸻ but i do deal in results . ’ voice dropping to something akin to intimate . ‘ and lucky for you i'm in a good mood ’ pauses , running her tongue along the inside of her teeth thoughtfully , smile soon taking over. ‘ but i’ll warn you now … if i help you , this isn't just a fun little monetary business transaction . i don't want your money. but you will owe me. ’ and subsequently she'll own her . thats how these things go . ‘ and i always collect. ’

✯𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳: 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 \ ✯𝘍𝘰𝘳: @assidvous \ ✯𝘖𝘊 𝘍𝘊: 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘗𝘦𝘢𝘬  

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Sadie’s boots echoed on the cracked concrete, each step a warning as she stepped into the BLOODSTONE DEN. The air inside was thick with smoke, secrets, and danger—the kind of place where power lurked in the shadows, and blood wasn’t just spilled, it was BARGAINED. She could feel the eyes of vampires and worse on her the moment she crossed the threshold. Every instinct screamed at her to turn back, that they could smell the sulfur clinging to her skin. But desperation pushed her forward. Carolina Malvado was here, and Sadie needed her now more than ever.

   Sliding into the booth opposite Carolina, Sadie’s jaw tightened. The woman’s gaze crawled over her like a predator, a slow, calculated smile pulling at her lips.

   “I don’t usually deal with THIEVES,” Sadie’s voice was colder than she felt, trying to mask the unease thrumming through her veins. She exhaled sharply, dropping a worn polaroid onto the table.

   The photograph slid across the glossy surface with a haunting finality. Sadie averted her glossy gaze, the weight of the situation settling like lead in her chest. This wasn’t what she wanted, but someone had to find that kid, and with her being the only hunter left in this godforsaken town, she had no other choice.

   “That’s Jacob McDaniels. Eight years old. Missing for over a week.” Her voice cracked, but just barely. “I need something—anything—that can bring him back to his family.”

   Sadie’s eyes flicked back to Carolina’s, trying to force her shoulders to relax, though her whole body was wound tight. The truth was, she didn’t even want to be back in this janky town. The second her boots hit the ground, memories came rushing back like ghosts she couldn’t escape. Just being in the club was enough to send her spiraling.

   But there was a mission, a reason she couldn’t run. Not when a kid’s life was on the line. Even if every second here felt like a knife to the gut, she couldn’t just walk away. Not over some weaponry that could be easily stolen—especially by someone as infamous as Carolina.

   The irony wasn’t lost on her—a demon slayer seeking help from a black market queen and renowned thief. But here they were.

   “Is that something you can help me with?” Sadie’s voice was low, tension radiating from her clenched fists beneath the table. Then, with a sigh that tasted like bitterness, she admitted, “I really need your help -- if I had other options, we would not be here right now. Please."

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