HBC + character One Shots!

- Margot Tyrell | Internship p2 (small NSFW)

Part two of the Margot Tyrell one shot story!

Heads up, all of these remaining shots are purely fantasy and is not based on true events. (But they could be with a little luck)

Let's just get right in!!
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Dear god what had I gotten myself into?

Not a single day went past without that moment crossing my mind. Every glance she gave me, every window I had to close. Even the feeling of shivering cold air brought me into memory lane.

I helped her daily, the help being returned every once in a while as well. The glances and subtle remarks passed over one another, it felt rebellious to be flirting in the office.

"Y/n, I need you for a moment."

Mr. Fascht brought me back to reality, making me miss the thought of Margot far sooner than I'd hoped. He looked as smug as always in his gray suit and slicked back hair. Patrick Bateman had nothing on him. I nodded, following closely.

"I'm gonna need your latest assignment for judging, just in case."

My eyebrows furrowed quicker than he'd probably come in bed. Why would he need my assignment?

"I've had a talk with Margot about said assignment already, that won't be needed."

He dragged me aside, my back hitting the wall with him towering over me. His hand landed on the wall over my head, the situation becoming uncannily clear.

"I'm trying to help you out, y/n, I'm throwing you a bone and it would be in your best interest to catch it. After all, you don't want to disappoint Ms. Tyrell, do you?"

I clutched my arms at my front, my eyes narrowing. This pathetic excuse of a man.

"The only thing I'll catch if I accept your help, is a case. Now are you going to stop breathing so heavily on me? I can smell your breakfast."

His body leaned closer to me, the space between us decreasing. My knee did not have time to reach his nether regions before a familiar voice called out.

"Y/n! My office. Mr. Fascht back to your desk."

Margot stood in the doorway, the pen in her hand looking more like a weapon than a tool. Mr. Fascht hastily removed his breath from my face and his presence from my view, but the sinking stomach feeling was far from over.

She had that furrow in her brow, I had done something wrong.

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TW: mommy issues and parental mental things, lovely stuff.

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5 years earlier

She had that furrow in her brow, y/n had done something wrong.. again.. like always.

"Y/n you better start doing stuff around here, I can't take care of you at all times! All you do is sit on your damn phone, scrolling on your stupid apps."

A breath travelled in through the 15 year old's nose, escaping through her mouth.

"Jerry will be home soon, get out of my sight and feed the cat! The hairball needs a full stomach before she's dropped off at the shelter."

Although shaky, y/n's head nodded at her mother's request. The lump in her throat built up like it always did the second she came home. Well, back to the house...

"I'm disappointed in you."

Before her mother could say shout any more orders, y/n scrambled to her room in hopes of finding Loomis alive. Poor cat, she does deserve a better home.. like others..