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addisonnie · 1 year

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you, me, & mary-jane

summary: dealer!ellie comes in clutch in more ways than one.

warnings: make-out sesh, cursing, terrible breaking bad references

a/n: surprise! another ellie fic because i refuse to do the schoolwork that i desperately need to finish! wooooooooo dealer ellie is yum. i actually kinda hate this! enjoy! oh god also listen to “meddle about” by chase atlantic while you read if you would like. ellie=chase atlantic okay bye

part 2 —> part 3

There are several things in life that you can live without. Weed is not one of them.

You’re huffing and borderline growling as you dig through various stash locations in your room. Closet, empty. Under the mattress, nothing but crumbs. In every single pants pocket? Zero. Zilch. Not one lush green nug was found.

What could be chalked up to a literal war cry left your lips as you sat on the floor with your head in your hands, “this is it. This is the end.”

Dina’s head poked up from the side of her bed, “what are you whining about down there?”

Leaning your head back onto the wall, you sent Dina a harsh glare, “you and Jesse smoked the last of it! And I’m flat broke, too!”

She sat up fully in her bed, eyes wide and crazy, “bitch! Don’t pin this on us! You said it was fine.”

“That was last night! This is today! Today I just want to smoke my silly little bowl and enjoy my silly little high.” You groan and knock your head against the wall a few times.

Fishing your phone from your back pocket, you open iMessage. Hopefully your plug isn’t busy right now. Last time you bought from him was in the parking lot of his youngest child’s soccer game. Maybe buying from a 40-something father of three isn’t always the best idea—at least he won’t rip you off?

Hey. You busy?

Tom usually responds right away. His clients doubled as his friends (you being his ex-babysitter) and he always loved to provide for them.

Who is this?

Well, that’s strange. Tom definitely has your number saved. And, Tom definitely knows who you are.

Don’t play, Tom. I want to buy!!!!

You watch the text bubbles pop up and disappear in the bottom corner of the screen a few times, showing that he’s typing out a response and deleting it over and over.

This is his wife. Don’t text this number again. He is married. And he does not sell what you want to “buy.”

You could really cry at this moment. Like, honestly and truly sob. A long huff leaves your lips and you knuckle at your eyes aggressively. Fucking bullshit. Tom’s wife was always kind of a bitch, to be fair. But you didn’t think she’d ever pull a Skylar White on you. What does a girl have to do to get some weed around here?

“Do you know any other dealers? I just got told off by Tom’s wife.” Dina laughed from her bed.

“My name is Skylar White, yo. My husband is Walter White, yo.” You couldn’t help but laugh, “that’s exactly what I was thinking!”

She sits up in her bed, hanging her tanned legs off the side, “here. I have mutual friends with this girl, think her name is Ellie? I heard she sells. Good prices too.”

Dina tosses her phone into your lap from where she sits and allows you to send the contact to yourself.

Hey. Is this Ellie?

———

Ellie takes a couple hours before responding.

It depends on who’s asking?

Your professor drones on about some random Shakespeare play and you can’t bring yourself to pay attention while you read over Ellie’s text.

Dina gave me your number, I heard you sell?

Man. I really hope you’re not a cop.

You chuckle at her text.

Not a cop. Twenty year old girl over here. I love One Direction.

That sounds like something an undercover cop would say.

Ellie made a good point. You scroll through your camera roll trying to find a recent selfie before landing on one you took a couple days ago. You’re clearly high in the picture, so maybe Ellie will take the hint.

Here. Proof. Not a cop :)

Pretty.

She sent her address in a separate text and informs you to meet her there around 7pm when she’s done with her night class. Your professor excuses the class and leaves the remainder of students to pack their things. 5pm. Usually you smoke before going to pick up. Clearly, that’s not an option today. What does one do while they wait if they have no weed?

———

Nothing. One does absolutely nothing if they have no weed.

You knock on Ellie’s front door and wait a few beats before stepping back from the doorway. The lock clicks before the dingy wooden door opens inward,

“Hey!”

Oh, damn. She is fine.

Her auburn hair is short and rests about an inch above her shoulders. It’s pulled slightly up into a bun and several short strands curl lightly along the nape of her neck.

“Hey! Ellie, right?”

She smiles, “that’s me.” The door is pulled open wider and she beckons you to come inside. A botanical tattoo swirls along her forearm and you find yourself staring at her awkwardly before you step into the house.

She tugs off her flannel and slings it over the back of a woven couch, leaving her in a fitted white tank top.

You suck in a breath, “how are you?”

How are you? Really? Who says that to a drug dealer?

She chuckles and slouches into the couch, patting the open spot beside her, “pretty good. How about you?”

“Honestly? I’m suffering.”

She laughs fully this time, “that bad, huh? Your dealer die or something?”

“God, I wish. His wife responded to my text and told me to fuck off, basically. That he doesn’t sell what I buy.” Ellie cringes and shakes her head, her lips pressed into a tight frown,

“she Skylar-Whited you? That’s pretty fucking rough.”

“That’s exactly what I said! Call me Jesse Pinkman, I guess.” Ellie shook her head again and leaned forward to grab a small mahogany box.

Her long fingers opened the lid and scrounged through the container before she happily hummed and held up what she was looking for. A joint was pressed between her fingers and she quickly snatched a lighter off the coffee table.

After she placed the box back on the table, she leaned back into the couch and stretched her arm along the back of it, her fingers barely grazing your shoulder. Ellie turned to face you and held the joint to your lips, “open up.”

Your face flushes as you do what she asked—demanded. Her fingers place the joint onto your awaiting lips and she quickly lights the paper, still holding the joint to your mouth.

What is this girl on? You can’t help but feel as if this is strangely intimate. Tom never held a joint to your lips! On second thought, it’s probably good that he didn’t.

You inhale and she pulls the joint to meet her own mouth as she watches you exhale.

“We can smoke this and then I’ll grind up some for you.” She passes you the joint this time.

“Oh—you don’t have to. I can take the nugs. I don’t want to trouble you.” You pass it back.

She smirks, the joint hanging from the side of her mouth, “no trouble at all. Happy to do it.”

“Is that what you tell all of your clients?”

Another smirk, “only the pretty ones.”

The joint is placed back into your fingertips and you are very glad, this way you can explain the extreme blush creeping up onto your cheeks as just you being overly high. Ellie has somehow moved closer to you, her thigh is pressed up against yours and the arm she has outstretched across the back of the couch skims the back of your shoulders. A chill rakes through your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Here, take it.” The hand she has resting behind your head snatches her discarded flannel and drops it into your lap.

“Oh—thanks.” She hums in response.

———

Ellis is funny as hell. Each sentence that escapes her plump lips makes less sense than the last,

“would you rather be trapped in a locked room with a gorilla, or with…with a shit ton of cockroaches?”

She’s sitting opposite you on the couch, her back leaning against one armrest. One of her legs is bent and squished against the back of the couch, her other is sprawled off the edge of the couch. Bit of a man-spreader, this one. Your back is pressed to the opposite arm rest and your legs are stretched outward, resting softly in her lap.

Again, weirdly intimate.

“Oh. Fuck, probably the roaches? Just step on ‘em. Yanno?”

She gasps and latches onto your sock-clad feet, “sickening! Me and that gorilla are gonna be friends.”

You squint at her, “you gonna sell him some Mary-Jane?”

“Yup,” she pops the ‘p’ and passes you the remainder of the joint. Your fingers skim over hers and she blushes a bit, nudging your finger with hers.

“Hey—so how much do I owe you?” You immediately regret ruining the moment the second the words pass your lips.

“Well, flattery works with me—“ you cut her off, “oh yeah? I would’ve kissed you earlier, had I known that.”

She flushes, “you can—um. You can still kiss me. If you want.”

And, just like that, your eyes turn into hearts and start beating rapidly. You surge forward and press your lips to hers, smiling into the kiss when she flicks the joint out of her fingertips and grabs your cheeks, pulling you closer.

Her mouth melds to yours and immediately has you panting like a bitch in heat. She moves one of her hands to pinch at your hip, grasping and probing at you until you wind up straddling her lap. You press your chest into hers and squeak when you feel her hand push your hip down, effectively grinding you down onto her. A strangled whine leaves your lips as she pulls away and begins kissing down the column of your throat.

Her mouth is wet and firm while she sucks and nips on any naked skin she can find, moaning when she feels your fingers card through her hair. Your hips continually rut into hers and she quickly sets a different pace, gripping your hips and dragging you forward and back on her lap. Ellie moans when you grab her hair and pull. Her face is removed from your neck at the force of your tug and she pants to catch her breath before opening her eyes to meet yours.

“How’s free sound?” She gives you a crooked smirk and presses an open-mouthed kiss to your throat.

“Sounds like I’m ripping you off, Ellie.”

She groans and throws her head back onto the couch, “I love the way you say my name. And it’s not ripping me off, babe.”

And you’re blushing again. Babe. She called you babe.

She continues, “think of it as a little sampler. Free shared joint, some ground up weed, and some Ellie.”

You grab her cheeks and squish them together, “only if you swear this sampler is offered to me only. Can’t have anyone stealing my deals.”

She brushes your hands off and smirks again, “like I said earlier, pretty girls only.”

“You said ‘girls’ plural.” She laughs.

“I’ve got three clients. A grown man named Joel, one of the sociology professors—don’t tell anyone I said that. Then you. And I’m a lesbian, so…” She trails off at the end of her sentence and looks down at your lips again, hands splayed across your thighs.

You kiss her again. It’s short and chaste and it leaves Ellie chasing your lips for just one more. Two more. Three. How’s five sound?

She presses kisses to your puckered lips over and over, “all,” kiss, “the weed,” kiss, “you can,” kiss, “dream of.”

Ellie finally pulls away to fully look at you, “I mean it. You can have all the weed you want if you keep kissing me like that.”

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When you finally clamber off of her lap and detach her hands from your hips it’s almost one in the morning. She sighs while she watches you stuff your ‘goody bag’ into your purse, slipping your shoes back on. Her fingers beckon you back to the couch and she taps your right leg until you bend it and rest your foot on top of her thigh. You were planning on walking home with your shoes untied, but Ellie’s nimble fingers quickly double knot each of your shoes; She presses a kiss to each of your knees before letting them straighten back out.

Her hands find your hips again—shocker— while she walks you to the front door. A kiss is pressed to your lips one last time and she gives you a firm squeeze when you lean in to hug her.

“Come back soon. Fuck that guy, I’m your new dealer for life.” You smile and step outside, “okay.”

She definitely tied your shoes too tight and you make a mental note to fix it when you’re out of her eyesight. As you’re walking down the sidewalk that leads you to campus she calls your name,

“Get home safe, yeah? Text me when you’re back!”

You will definitely text her.

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wondernus · 6 months

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— CRUSHED!

SYNOPSIS: you don't know what's more embarrassing: crying in front of your brother's best friend or your brother himself.

PAIRING: xmh x reader

GENRE: fluff, light angst

TAGS: older brother's best friend trope, older brother!wjh, an ode to xmh & wjh as the older brother x best friend duo in hidden love, younger sibling!reader, dumb and dumber siblings

WC: 951

MESSAGE FROM NU: I love me a dumb and dumber sibling duo!!! summoning @autumn-lv

xu minghao sits by your side, awkwardly hovering his hand over your head before he decides it's okay to pat it. you feel the way his hand pushes down your hair and touches your scalp without it hurting at all. he does it a few times, his large palm tapping against the top of your head before he brings it backwards to gently stroke the back of your head.

there is a crushing weight of despair that smothers your heart and drags tears from your eyes. you're absolutely defeated by the fact that you didn't make it into the astronomy program that was on the top of your list. and you're absolutely embarrassed by the fact that you broke down on the sidewalk in front of your house, leading to minghao sitting by your side and offering a warm shoulder to cry on while your brother stomps around in front of the two of you, throwing enough profanities into the air to make the elderly neighbor shut their windows. you don't know if you're crying from your broken dreams or from the embarrassment from your brother's hot friend or your brother himself.

junhui grabs a fistful of his hair before letting go. minghao nudges your arms with his elbow and points at your brother with his other hand. your eyes land on the mountain of hair on top of his head, still scrunched by how jun grabbed his hair in an act of annoyance. seeing how silly your brother looks makes you smile a bit before your sadness washes over you.

your brother takes his phone out of his pocket and unlocks the screen. “tell me their names,” he tells you in a rushed manner. “i’ll send them an email.”

“why do you want to send them an email?” you wail. “don’t do that! you’re going to get me blacklisted.”

he looks at you with bewilderment in his eyes and marches over to where you’re sitting to shove his phone in your face. “i’m just trying to find out why you didn’t get into the program. you think sending them an email is going to get you blacklisted?”

“it’s embarrassing,” you moan into the palm of your hands. you can feel minghao attempting to soothe you by rubbing your back. but it only causes a fiery heat to concentrate in your cheeks. you can’t believe you’ve somehow ended up having your unrequited crush try to make you feel better like how you would imagine an older sibling is supposed to do so…your brother is an exception.

junhui squats in front of you with a frown on his face. “what’s wrong with failure? do you think that minghao and I got into every single program we wanted?

minghao’s hand pauses from stroking your back. he slowly retracts his hand to fold neatly in his lap.“I actually did…” he mumbles.

“you’re not helping!” jun directs at his best friend.

“why are you yelling at him?” you yell back at your older brother. you can’t believe he could yell at someone as kind and smart as his best friend.

“because he’s not helping!” he argues back.

“he’s helped me more than you have. and you’re my brother.”

“all he did was sit there and pat your back while i’ve been manifesting and cursing them on your behalf. what else do you want me to do?” junhui makes an exasperated expression that drives you insanely mad. you want to grab fistfuls of his hair while ripping them out of his scalp.

unwarranted frustration and anger builds inside you. you know your brother is just trying to help, but you can’t help but to direct your feelings towards him. you know better so you will yourself to shut up, but tears well up in your eyes. “I don’t know what I want you to do,” you cry, “you showed up with minghao and then started bothering me instead of going inside.”

“well, sorry for forgetting my keys. I would open the door if my younger sibling let me inside, but I wanted to make you happy so you don’t flood our house with your stupid tears.”

before you can pull a fist on your brother, minghao steps in by throwing his arms out to separate the two of you. minghao waves for your brother to back off to which your brother has no choice but to acquiesce.

“okay. you wanted to enroll in the vegetation and topography internship, right? I have a friend getting his graduate degree in environmental science. I don’t know how much it can help you, but I can ask him to tutor you and ask around for more internship opportunities,” minghao offers with his warm voice and a soft smile.

“no.” junhui shakes his head. “i’m not letting you near a grad student when you’re by yourself. i’ll go with you.”

“why would I go with you?” you huff. “you’re just going to annoy us. then I wouldn’t be able to concentrate. then I wouldn’t be able to get into the next program. it’s going to be your fault.”

“I- that’s not the point I was trying to make. also, who’s the one annoying us right now?”

“how about…” minghao cuts the two of you off, “how about I go with yn? i’ll attend every tutoring session with them so you don’t have to worry.” he turns to you with a sheepish look on his face. “your brother is just worried about you, so don’t be so harsh on him. alright?”

“okay.” you shoot your brother a look before smiling brightly at minghao. the future is slowly looking brighter than you imagined it to be, and it’s all thanks to minghao.

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mncein · 10 months

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pls do newjeans reaction / headcanon where their s/o and then previously had an argument and their s/o got injured badly?

okay !! but the injuries are not that brutal hehe, once again sleeping late to fulfill your requests. doing this on my tablet is hard bro tumblr doesn't stretch to the screen, BUT is fun bc i'm listening to music <3

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MINJI —

why did this even happen? minji asks herself, she's currently tending your cut on your palm. an argument between you happened earlier before dinner, she's supposed to get the ingredients at a nearby store, but instead she comes home holding two bags of chips and coke. was that the reason why she was all smiley before going off?

earlier...

"minji! what the hell did you buy?!" you say as you stood by the kitchen, eyeing the bags full of chips and bevarages and no sign of the ingredients you asked her to buy.

"you said buy something for tonight?" she asks back, putting down the bags and hanging her jacket.

"no. i said, ingredients for dinner tonight!" you reply, there's no way you'll be having what she bought.

"whatever, you're going to eat those for dinner and don't even dare to ask me for some of what i cooked." you pointed your index finger at her before walking off to cook.

now...

"you're so dumb sometimes." minji states while she wraps gauze around your palm. you glare at her.

"says the one who bought chips." you roll your eyes, then watching her take care of you wound with a small blush on your face, she looked so focused...

"hey- i only misheard." minji argues back, slapping your injured hand, seemingly forgotten that it's wounded.

"ow! what the heck?!" you retract your hand from minji, glaring at her while you soothe your poor hand.

"i'm sorry! i forgot." minji sighs.

"now look who's dumb." you laugh.

"oh, now look who can't cook." minji fought back and laughs as well.

"i'm not eating your chips." you roll your eyes.

"but you have nothing to eat." minji replies.

"then cook for me, idiot." she sighs and nodded in defeat, you smile and kissed her, now she's forgiven.

HANNI —

you both had an argument about her clean clothes and laundry. you thought the clothes on her bed were dirty and put them in the laundry, and it was unknown to you that she's going to use them later on their shoot of new jeans zine.

earlier...

"where are my clothes on the bed?" hanni asks, entering the living room where you are.

"oh, i put them in the laundry." you reply, looking up from your phone.

she groans and puts her hand on her head with a frustrated look on her face. "why would you put them in the laundry?!"

"i-i thought it's used and dirty.."

"why wouldn't you ask-!? ugh, forget about it." she walks out before you could speak, you sigh. well it's also her fault for putting them in the bed so messy.

now...

"are you okay?" hanni asks for about 30 times now, you lay on the couch clutching your side which has a big bruise.

good thing you haven't set the pile of laundry that has hanni's clothes in, rushing to get it, there was a piece of your clothing on the ground and you slipped because of it. landing on your side, you groan in pain and the next thing you see is hanni rushing to you with a worried face.

"yes, i'm fine now hanni, thank you for asking." after you said that, your side aches and you clutch it in pain, another reason for hann to be worried again. she slaps your hand away and lifted your clothes up to check your side, gasping when she saw a big purple bruise.

following her eyes, you gasp as well. "do you think it's a broke bone?" you ask, getting scared now, you're definitely not okay. she sighs in relief when she just misread tha date today and there was no filming, she has to take you to the hospital now.

DANIELLE —

she never starts the argument, she gets scolds by you, it was raining outside and the girl decided to shine her light outside and play outside like a little kid. but you said something that really hurt her. rushing to her room, you follow behind, saying a lot of sorrys.

SLAM-! THUD!

you fell down, holding your head after you groan in pain. danielle didn't know you were, that, close to her door and she accidentally slammed it too hard.

"are you okay?! i'm sorry.." she asks multiple times, her hands fly everywhere, not knowing what to do.

she hugs your head, but every minute passes, the bruise forming on your forehead gets worse. danielle panics once more, reaching for your hand and helps you stand up, leading you to the kitchen.

danielle took some ice from the refrigerator and wrapped them around her precious handkerchief and held it against your bruise gently, she was so worried but at the same time guilty.

"i'm so sorry... i didn't mean too..." she whispers, her lips quivering. you look up to her with a small smile through the pain.

"it's okay, i'm sorry too, baby." you held her hand, took the ice and aid yourself. before she can reply, she sneezes, you sigh.

"i told you not to go outside, it's raining." you chuckled and ruffled her damp hair.

"but it's nothing compared to your bruise..." she sniffles, pouting.

"it's okay, really. i just don't want you sick." you hug her, and you both watched as the rain falls outside your kitchen window.

HAERIN —

you sat on the floor, checking your wounded knee, she stood in front of you in silence. you bleed from the cut on your knee, because you were following after haerin as she walks to her room to avoid the argument. but while you do so, a sharp edge of an object wounded your knee.

haerin stood there is shock, not knowing what to do, shaky eyes stare at the blood dripping from your leg. her unsteady legs kneels down beside you.

"i'm sorry.." she silently says, looking at you from the side. she's apologising even if it's not her fault? poor girl.

"no, no, don't apologise. it's not your fault." you reassure, holding her hand tightly as you endure the pain.

"i-if i didn't try to go back. you wouldn't have gotten injured." she mumbles, looking at your knee and back to you.

"no, haerin, it's fine. i can just bandage it up." you struggled to stand up, but a pair of hands helps you up to the kitchen.

"look, i'm sorry for what i've said earlier. i know you were tired." you spoke, caressing haerin's cheek with a weak smile. besides it's better to have a cut than continue the argument and you'll hurt haerin more. seeing her cry hurts more than a wound.

haerin nods, "it's okay... but let's worry about your wound? yeah?" she made you sit down as she kneels to bandage your knee.

feeling so guilty and thinking you got this wound because of her, even if it's not, she can't help but feel that way :( like minji, she's very focused on aiding you, but winces when she presses too hard that your wound gushes out blood. so sad about it, her eyes won't even leave it for a few seconds. very careful about it, reminding you not to put too much pressure on your knee :(

HYEIN —

earlier...

again, you scold her for the 3rd time of the day, was very picky about her food and acts very dramatic. telling you that she doesn't want to eat anymore and storms to her room. sighing, but still, you went to the kitchen to cook some food for you and her later, just incase she gets hungry. plus you won't let her starve because of a stupid argument. knocking on her door for a few times, asking what she wants, she just tells you to go because she'll just order her own food.

now...

she finally exits her room with her phone in hand, ignoring you on the living room while she pays and takes the food she ordered. placing it down the coffee table, she noticed that you're wrapping gauze around your three fingers. her face turning into a worry mess.

"what happened?" she quickly sits down beside you, takes your hand and helped you with the gauze. glancing up at you, you were avoiding her eyes.

"i got cut, while cooking." your face flushes in embarrassment, after being so professional and bragging about your cooking skills, you got cut? eh, it's part of the cooking life anyways. hyein lets out a breathy chuckle, cupping your cheek.

"don't be embarrassed, it's okay. i just ordered food for us, you don't have to worry about anything related to food." hyein pats your palm, indicating she was done with the bandaging. she motioned to the bag of food on the coffee table, handing yours and taking her own. it's good to see her happy again, and not so mean, like earlier.

p/s : laziness season done! i'm terribly sorry for the wait anon :( i had to do so many chores around the house, weather updates, and it's raining heavily here 😭 anyways, hope you enjoy !!

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its-avalon-08 · 1 month

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hearts intertwined (hamilton x sister! driver!rosberg) p12

chapter 12: did i scare you?

warnings - mentions of crash

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The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital room pierced through Y/N's foggy consciousness. A dull ache throbbed in her head and the scratchy sheets felt like sandpaper against her skin. Disoriented, she blinked, her vision gradually clearing until it landed on a familiar figure slumped in a chair by her bedside.

It was Nico. His head was buried in his hands, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Y/N croaked out his name, her voice a mere rasp.

Nico's head snapped up, his face etched with worry. Relief flooded his features as he scrambled to her side. "Y/N! Du bist endlich wach! Gott sei Dank! Was hast du nur gedacht?!Hitzeerschlag mitten im Rennen? Du bist doch keine Maschine!" [You're finally awake! Thank God! What were you thinking?! Heatstroke in the middle of the race? You're not a machine!]

The torrent of German washed over Y/N, her head swimming with the effort to understand. Nico, realizing his outburst, took a deep breath to compose himself.

"We were so worried," he continued, his voice thick with emotion. "I saw my whole life flash before my eyes. I couldn't breathe, it all stopped and...when they pulled you from the wreckage and when he pulled you up… I thought…" He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

Y/N squeezed his hand weakly. "Nico I'm so sorry, I thought I could do it. I promise I wasn't trying to show off or prove anything. I lost control," her voice broke and Nico pulled her into a hug as she whispered, "Who… who pulled me out?" she asked, a tremor in her voice.

Nico hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering. "He did. Lewis did," he finally said.

A heavy silence descended upon the room. Y/N simply stared at him, processing the information.

"Why?" she finally managed, her voice barely a whisper.

Nico reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. On the screen, a video played. It was a clip from the onboard camera in Lewis's car, showing him abandoning his own race and sprinting towards the flames that engulfed hers. The audio picked up his voice, a low growl mixed with urgency.

"Not losing another Rosberg," it crackled. "Not again."

The video ended, and a heavy silence filled the room. Y/N's eyes met Nico's, a thousand unspoken questions swirling within them.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Lewis walked in. He looked exhausted, dark circles etched under his eyes, a bouquet of lilies clutched in his hand. He stopped short at the sight of Y/N awake, relief washing over his features.

He looked hesitant, his gaze flicking between Y/N and Nico. "Y/N," he said softly. "I… I'm glad you're awake."

Y/N stared at him, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The heat of the inferno, the terrifying crash, Lewis's daring rescue, the unspoken words in the video… it all intertwined into a confusing knot.

Nico cleared his throat, his voice regaining its usual gruffness. "We'll leave you two to talk."

With a curt nod towards Lewis, he exited the room, leaving them alone for the first time since the accident.

The silence stretched, thick with unspoken questions and a newfound sense of… something. Y/N didn't know what it was, but she knew this was just the beginning of a conversation that would change everything.

Lewis hesitated for a moment, then placed the flowers on the bedside table. "Y/N," he began, his voice hoarse. "I… I'm happy to see you're okay. I was so scared."

Y/N studied him, her gaze filled with a newfound understanding. "Why did you do it, Lewis?" she asked softly. "Risk your own life to pull me out?"

He looked away, then back at her, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and determination. "I couldn't just stand there and watch," he confessed. "Not again. Not after…"

He trailed off, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Y/N reached out, her hand gently touching his arm. "Nico told me what you said," she whispered.

Lewis flinched, shame coloring his cheeks. "I… I didn't mean it like that. It just… it brought back a lot of memories," he took a deep breath before continuing, "I remembered your crash in Monza in F2. They way you spun out of control when Liam crashed into you. I could hear your panicked radio message and the way you were in so much pain after the crash. The blood, the broken toes. And I didn't each get in touch after that. I couldn't let that be the way I ended it this time. I couldn't lose you again." He finished, tears glistening in his eyes.

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their past and the vulnerability of the present hanging between them. Y/N started, "Lewis when I saw your face pull me out, I shut my eyes. Because I knew that I was going to be fine. I knew that I wasn't going to die and nothing was going hurt me, because you were there. You may not agree with me Lew, but you are one of the only people who know me inside and out. At the end of the day, that is all that matters. So thank you for today and I..I owe you one forever" Y/N finished while wincing a bit as she moved.

Finally, Lewis spoke again, his voice barely a whisper.

"Y/N," he said, his eyes pleading. "Can we… can we try to be friends again?"

Y/N's heart ached for the lost years, for the easy camaraderie they once shared. She looked at Lewis, a flicker of hope igniting in her eyes. "We can try," she said, a tentative smile gracing her lips. "Maybe it's time we both let go of the past."

Lewis's face broke into a relieved smile, a genuine expression that warmed Y/N from the inside out. Perhaps, amidst the heat of the race and the terror of the crash, a seed of reconciliation had been planted. The road ahead might be long and winding, but for the first time in years, both Lewis and Y/N dared to hope for a future where friendship could bloom once more.

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lost-in-lamentation · 8 months

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It probably isn't the best pair, but could I suggest "I'll take over from here, you go rest" with Mammon?

(Or with Lucifer if it comes easier)

(Writer's block is a pain, I hope you can defeat that beast soon and I wish you a good day)

a/n: thank you for the well wishes anon (´ω｀) also praying that i can defeat it soon ..

prompt #2: mammon + “i’ll take over from here, you go rest.”

content: tired reader who needs some extra help getting errands done.

warnings: brief dizziness for the reader.

comfort. mammon x gen!reader (you/your).

you groaned internally when your d.d.d. pinged with a loud notification. during your study time, you always kept it on silent, with the exception of lucifer’s contact allowed to bypass the do not disturb settings. if your phone was going off, it meant lucifer had another task for you. with a sigh, you tapped your screen awake, groaning again when you saw that lucifer wanted you to run to multiple stores. you replied back with a quick “okay”, not wanting to stir lucifer’s mood. before heading out, you stopped by mammon’s room, poking your head through the doorway. a call of his name had the room responding in silence, and you realised a few seconds later that his car wasn’t in the room either. guess he’s out doing who knows what, you thought to yourself.

adjusting your bag on your shoulder, you set out for your first errand, which in hindsight, should have been your last. you weren’t sure what went through your head when you decided on the grocery store first. the amount of food for beel alone had you stopping for breaks as you carried the bags around. the second stop wasn’t much better; lucifer had definitely underestimated how many packages were at the postal office for pick up. the demon at the front desk had half a mind to ask if you needed assistance to take everything back, but with the cost of extra shipping, you end up grumbling “no thanks,” before putting on a strained smile and hauling your belongings out to the street.

you weighed your options once you got outside. beel would definitely be able to carry most of this, but he’d snack on the groceries before you even got halfway home. lucifer was not to be disturbed, of course. satan would most likely be holed up in his room reading, while levi would be playing games. mammon was nowhere to be found, and as for asmo and belphie; “out of the question,” you huffed. sighing despondently, you stuffed as much as you could into your backpack before sliding all the bag handles around your forearms. the weight made you dizzy and had you teetering dangerously from side to side. your teeth broke skin as you bit down on your lip, the effort of staying up and trying to hold everything going far past your abilities. finally, you took a shaky step forward, but a particularly heavy bag swung too far in front, sending you barreling towards the ground. you had given up, accepting your fate of crashing into a muddy puddle when a shriek from up ahead caught your attention.

you felt arms circle tightly around your torso, and your head landed on a shoulder you were very familiar with. “oh, mammon?” you practically slurred the question, your mind not all where it should be.

“that’s all ya have to say?!” mammon shouted at full volume, despite being right next to you. “seriously human, what are you even doin’ with all this?” he grunted with the effort to set you upright, tugging the bags off your arms and forcing you to get rid of the backpack that was dragging you down.

“lucifer asked me to run errands,” you said quietly, your hand clasping mammon’s shoulder to stabilise yourself. you failed to notice the red dusting mammon’s cheeks as you gripped even tighter.

the white haired demon hooked an arm around your waist in response, holding you up. “and you decided that you could carry all this?” mammon chided quietly when you shook your head, his gaze softening when he saw how quiet you were becoming. “okay, okay, come on. can you walk? my car’s over there.”

you blinked your vision back into focus, now seeing the way mammon had parked. you weren’t sure if you could say he parked at all, with the way it was practically on the sidewalk. “mammon, why’s your car-?”

“don’t ask, just get in there. i’ll take the stuff over,” he muttered, pushing you gently away before leaning down and grabbing a number of the grocery bags. by the time you had settled into the passenger seat, mammon was back with the second round of items, piling it into his trunk carefully. he headed back again for the remaining few, throwing what couldn’t fit in the trunk onto the backseat. “that would be a lot for even beel, ya know,” he exhaled, getting into the driver's seat next to you. “what else is on that list from my dear, older brother?”

“eh? weren’t you going out somewhere else?” you asked, not wanting to interrupt his day off.

“don’t be stupid,” mammon scoffed. “you nearly died just trying to hold everything.” you opened your mouth to protest, but mammon had his hand covering it before you could utter a word. “no. you look like you haven’t slept in ages so… i’ll take over from here. it’s just errands anyway. you need to get some rest.” mammon wasn’t gentle in his scolding, but the concern in his eyes told another story. “i’m taking you home.”

you pushed his hand away, giving him a hard stare. “i’m coming with you.”

the second born cursed his sin; of course he would let you stay. greed came in the way he never wanted you to leave. the tips of his ears turned pink, admitting defeat before he could. “fine. but you’re sleeping in the car until we get to the next store.”

“mammon, the next store is like, five minutes from here.”

“shut up. i’m taking the scenic route.”

a/n: and so, mammon drove around for an hour instead of taking you directly to the store

reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

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#obey me #obey me swd #obey me nightbringer #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon x you #aris writes 🐈‍⬛

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sturn3g1rl · 5 months

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“You’ve been on my mind.”

request: none

synopsis: Matt after you break up with him.

warnings: HEAVY ANGST, use of y/n,

fem!reader, drinking and smoking, driving intoxicated, blood, vomit, suggestive comment, starving?, that’s about it

entirely in Matt’s POV.

based on the song pistol by cigarettes after sex

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“Give me the pistol. aim it high.

I’m out in the dessert, shooting at the sky, cause u really miss you.

and i don’t know what else to do.”

it’s been 3 days. 3 days since i’ve smiled, 3 days since i’ve eaten, 3 days since y/n broke up with me. i was currently out in some kind of dessert outside of los angeles.My eyes were bloodshot and puffy from me crying. i had a massive head ache, it heightened my senses. i was sitting on top of my car, drinking a beer. fuck, why was i even drinking this, she hated drinking, she liked smoking more. i chucked the beer can as far as could, the liquid flying out of the bottle. it making a loud clink sound. it sound like a pistol going off to me due to me being sensitive to sound right now.

i don’t know what to do. she was gone, she left me. i loved her so much and she left me. i’ve been distant, from my family, my friends. their scared i’m gonna get worse, but i don’t really care.

i jumped off the top of the car, landing on my feet. i got in and started it. a song starts playing, flash by cigarettes after sex. it was her favorite song. my eyes watered, i felt like vomiting. i wiped the tears that escaped my eyes. i wasn’t scared about driving because i drunk, i mean i only had 1 and a half, i wasn’t a light weight. i got back on the main road and drove back to my house.

“beautiful pictures that you took of us

used to hang up there on your bedroom walls but you took them all down now and you put them into a drawer “

it’s been a week. A week without her. i’ve gotten better. i eat once a day, and i try my best to keep in touch with my friends, and i talk to chris and nick when i can. i was getting better i really was until, i saw her best friend julia’s post.(julia is actually my best friend so shout out to her even tho she don’t got tumblr 😁)

it was 3 photos, in y/n’s room. the caption was “love this girl to death🪩💗”

yuck.

the first photo was of Julia making a funny face into the camera, i assume y/n took that. the second one hit kind of hard, it was of y/n, she was her makeup and hair done. she was wearing this white dress that i loved. i swiped the screen to see the last photo, it was a photo of y/n caught off guard, she was looking inside the drawer of the desk. but i didn’t notice that, i noticed the wall behind her.

it was empty, that was the problem. the wall used to be filled with photos of us. she took them down. i like the photo and lightly tossed my phone onto my bed. i put my hands on my face, and pushed my hair up off of my forehead. why would she do this to me? we were fine the day before she did it. i close my eyes, tears coming out.

of course she took the photos down, but i didnt think she would so soon.

i heard foot steps come up to my door. i quickly wiped my eyes, put my hood up, and turned my back to the door. i didn’t know who it was, i just knew it was either nick or chris.

“you doing okay, matty?” it was nick. i stayed in my place,” trying to be.”

“ ok, me and chris are gonna get something to eat, want anything?”

i sighed,”no, i’m not hungry.” even though my back was turned to nick, i could just sense his eye roll.” c’mon you have to eat something matt,” i protested yet again.

i heard nick let out a loud sigh and his footsteps coming over to my bed. i felt the other side of my bed sink due to his body laying on it.

i felt his arm drape around my side. more tears fell over the dried ones. his warmth comforted me, just how y/n’s used to. i turned so we were face to face. he took one look at my sorrowed face and pulled me in even closer. not in a weird way, in a comforting way.

he kept on telling me that it’s was going to be okay, that everything was fine, but it wasn’t. i lost the love of my life, my soul mate, my light, my rock, and i don’t even know why. she said she couldn’t do it, i said what cant you do, then she fucking broke up with me.

i slowly fell asleep, nicks coos and my silent cries lulling me to sleep. i could tell nick was falling asleep too.

it was ok, we were going to be ok.

“you’ve been on my mind, you’ve been on mind, you’ve been on my mind so long i can’t deal with it. you’ve been my mind and i waste my time. till you lift me off the floor and love me again.”

it’s been 10 days. the fans are starting to notice, we haven’t told them yet. the last time we posted together was about 7 days ago. she posted an old photo of us, probably trying not to give us up yet. the last video she was in was about 3 fridays ago.

fans started to notice she wasn’t in any of the photo dumps anymore either. i couldn’t bring myself to tell them, i just waited till she did, i guess.

i saw her, at the party i was at. she was dancing with Julia and some other guy, his name started with a c or something like that.

i was laying on the bathroom floor, crying staring at the ceiling trying to stop the vomit from coming up my throat. i over drank, yet again. good think i came in larri’s car. ah, fuck it. i got up to the toilet as fast as i could and spewed chunks for about 5 minutes straight, but it felt more like an hour.

when i was done i hit the wall hard. i shut my eyes tightly. i slammed my fists against the ground over and over again. i didn’t realized how hard i was doing it until i felt warm liquid coming and pouring out of the side of my fists. i open my eyes to see blood dripping from both sides of my hands. the sides of my hands bruised and cut up.

i examine my hands in shock and fear. i didn’t even realize how hard i was slamming them on the ground. then i heard a knock on the door. shit.

“uh, hang on a minute!” i grabbed the hand towel sitting on the ground and attempted to clean up the blood droplets on the floor as fast as i could.

i started to get light headed from the smell and how much blood i realized there was. light tears fell down my face and i tried to wipe them until i realized i was just getting more blood all over the place.

“Matty?” i dropped the towel. it was her. i haven’t heard that angelic voice in forever. she call me Matty. “matt, are you ok?” my bottom lip trembled. i tried to speak but nothing came out. i saw the door knob rattle then banging on the door. the only thing i could do was unlock the door.

after i unlocked the door i slowly fell to the floor. i saw the door fly open, i looked at her with half lidded eyes, she looked back at me with a face full of concern. she locked the door and almost instantly she dropped the floor and held me. i nuzzled my head into her neck as she looked down at my hands.”matt, what happened?” she held the back of my hands as she brought them up to her mouth, kissing the wounds.” i don’t know.”

“it’s ok, im gonna get you cleaned up. ok?” i just nodded my head. she pushed herself up and off of me. she went through a few drawers and cabinets until she had cotton balls, a small towel,and bandage wrap.” i’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” i just nodded my head at her. the door closed. i reached my arm out to lock it. what the hell is happening? she broke up with me no longer than 2 weeks ago, and now she helping my clean up the cuts on my hands?

i heard a knock on the door then a voice followed by it.” it’s me.” i unlock the door. she walks in with a red solo cup. “are u trying to get me more drunk than i already am?” i said joking. she cracked a smile and rolled her eyes.” it’s for the water.” she turned the faucet on and filled the cup up. she set the items down next to me and placed herself gently on my lap.

i can’t help but giggle,”what?” she giggled out.”it’s nothing, it just,” she giggled again, oh how i missed that giggle.”say it!” i let out a small laugh,”we’ve been in this situation before, but it was under different circumstances.” she playfully rolled her eyes at me. “ok we gotta get u cleaned up.”

she dipped the cotton ball in the water, wiping up the fresh and dry blood off of my hands and arms, then she scrubbed off any of the dry blood that didn’t come off from the cotton ball on my arms with the towel and water. then she wrapped the bandage around both of my hands.

lastly, she wipes off the blood on my face. after that she ran her hands across my cheeks. i looked into her beautiful eyes, they were filled with pity, love, sorrow, and admiration. “ i’m sorry i broke up with you, matt. i just have a lot of shit going on right now and i didn’t want drag you into it a-,” she stops to take a breath.”and now i realize how bad of a decision that was, i should’ve never have left you because of my issues and i know that you have issues too. I jus-“

i put my hand over her mouth, she looks at me with wide eyes. i make a shushing noise,” it’s ok, y/n.��

“ it is?”

“ i’m getting better.” she looked at me.”matt, tell me the truth.” i huff. “ ok, i’m not the best right now but do you really think i would come here if i wasn’t getting better?”she shook her head.” an-and i know what your trying to say, you want to get back together, and i want to too but i need time to heal. i don’t think we can just get back to the way we were.” her eyes glossed over and got watery.

i held her head with both of my hands, gently having her look at me,” y/n this doesn’t mean i don’t wanna be with you i just means that we have to take it slow ok?” she let her tears shed, i wiped them away with my thumbs. she looked at me with pity and heartbreak, as if an angel had just died.

she let out a tiny giggle again, i could never get tired of it. “ i’m sorry, you shouldn’t be the one apologizing, i should still be.” she said.

“no it’s ok, besides i couldn’t hear your heart break with every word that came out.” we laughed.” alright lover boy, let’s get out of this bathroom.” i let out a quiet shut up. she unlocked the door and stepped out, i stepped out next to her grabbing her hand, smiling up at her. i looked around and saw nick look at us, look away, then look again with wide eyes, then he nudged chris and pointed at us. i can’t help but giggle at them.

we were ok, we were finally ok.

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skyeslittlecorner · 5 months

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Promised Land - Andrealphus

You know what, I'm sorry. It was supposed to be three times shorter. I swear. My hand slipped. I have no idea how it got so big. No proofreading, plus I'm sure there will be some awkwardness because English is not my native language. SFW.

I wish everyone who is brave enough to read it to have a nice time!

Words: ~5365

Part one summary: You, the reader, managed to talk to Andrea through the game. He realized that apart from the MC, there was someone behind the screen.

Other parts: On the other side | Promised Land | Point to point | Love is blind (18+)

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

First, you were fired from a job. Then you tripped on a walker, cracked the head, and ended up in the hospital. But the worst of it all was that you destroyed your phone. Everything was gone. With barely enough savings to pay your rent, you couldn't afford a new one. Drunk with desperation, you even asked a friend to install the game on her phone just to see if the account was saved. Account - yes. But what you valued most is gone.

Andrealphus didn't hear you.

You couldn't even tell anyone about it. Crazy, that's what they'd say. They thought work was your biggest worry, but it was only almost biggest. For two weeks, the longing had been so overwhelming that you could do nothing but cry into your pillow. Stupid? Maybe. Stupid was that you lost him through your own fault and in such a simple way. You would love to get rid of these feelings. The problem was that you couldn't.

The Promised Land was a three-hour drive from the city and at first glance looked like a combination of Disneyland and a shamanic capital. All you could see were the outlines of high roller coasters, a barrel, and other strange death apparatuses that you had only agreed to visit to ease your’s friend remorse. She suddenly realized that she had been ignoring you because of her new boyfriend and wanted to make it up to you. At first, you were excited. Then it turned out that all three of you were going. Apparently, her car broke down. What a sad coincidence, her boyfriend’s car remains.

Watching the amusement park from the backseat of the SUV, Liminal Land came to your mind. You have always been interested in AR. Parallel worlds, virtual reality, interconnections, such nonsense. Nonsense… That's probably why you had the impression for a few weeks that the guy from the game talked with you. Maybe it was all a dream? You must have imagined it out while you were having a bad time, drinking coffee with energy drinks, trying to keep up with work that you got fired anyway. A defensive reaction of the brain or something.

And yet you still felt like you had lost somebody close.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

It was exactly as you thought. The couple in love disappeared from sight about half an hour after buying tickets and walking through the gate. They probably followed the cashier's advice and visited Stargrazer, a large building that reminded you of the Avisos casino. Apparently you got tokens there. They could be exchanged for prizes, rides, and more. You preferred to go to the other attractions first so as not to run into the lovebirds. Tall garden clocks that resembled lamps showed ten o'clock. Armed with a VIP pass, you promised yourself to have fun, at least for today. Despite this, you involuntarily returned your hand to your purse to touch the damaged phone. Somehow it felt warm. That hit on the head must have been really hard to still have effects.

After all, throwing yourself into the attractions and completing half of them, ending with three rounds of a sick water rollercoaster in a row… was not the best idea. It was almost lunchtime. Or at least it should be, because you were getting hungry even though the time on the watches had barely moved. That was weird. You could clearly see the hands moving, but when you looked away and returned, it showed ten o'clock again.

To calm your stomach, you sat on a bench and looked at the people around you. They also were weird, but positively weird. Freaks of all designs and colors, cosplayers, but also amateurs. Somewhere you saw One Piece and Dragon Ball, and now crossdressed Elsa in a fur cape was talking to a biblically accurate angel. They moved away towards the administration, probably belonged to the staff. Extraordinary craftsmanship.

The park was mostly for adults, but a lot of them were with children. Too bad, they could have left them in the mini-park that was apparently set aside somewhere at the other end of the place. Their running only made you more dizzy. The smell of pizza from the stand next door didn't help either.

Evacuating yourself from all the stimuli, you stood in front of a large block, which was apparently the biggest attraction. Stargrazer was a gigantic, purple and blue structure that looked like a club from the outside. Through the arch with neon lights in the shapes of comets and planets, dozens of people entered the huge hall. The whole place was enormous. There seemed to be no walls or even a ceiling. People on other levels walked on balconies, and at the top - on a dark glass surface that lit up with every step, making the "ceiling" look like a sky with shining stars. Dozens of stands were scattered on the left and right. People occupied lanes that looked like some kind of bowling pins, glass mini-mazes, and slot machines. Walking through the middle, you moved further and further away from the sunlight, guided by the dim light of LED lights and games that you had never really seen in your life. Everyone seemed to know the rules.

Something crashed into you with full force.

"I'm sorry, ma'am!"

"It’s okay…"

A short teenager gave you an apologetic smile and ran away, holding a white thistle in his hands. It looked like a many-pointed star or a sharp spike. Many people won the same objects. When unfolded, they resembled stars and gave off light, but they could be twisted, folded into a cube the size of a thumb, and placed in a pocket. They appeared to be tokens that could be redeemed for prizes. When you looked behind the boy, you saw him lining up at the checkout at the entrance.

"Are you sure everything is fine?"

This time, the little girl stood in front of you, watching intently. She had fair skin and golden hair, and with blue eyes she looked like an angel. There was a badge on her chest. It resembled employee ID badges, but was clearly written in a child's handwriting: "Hi! My name is Mia and I work here with dad!"

It seemed that her parent took her to work here often enough that she felt the need to help customers herself, because she started explaining the rules of the games. She was nicer company than you thought, as you slowly walked deeper and deeper into the building. You weren't having much luck with games and didn't care about tokens, just wanted to try out the games. When the star finally rolled out of the slot, you turned to Mia.

"It's for you." You gave her a star.

"For me…"

She looked shocked, turned the item over in her hands like a treasure. You didn't know she would be so happy; with VIP pass you didn't need tokens anyway, just came to calm down a bit. Despite the multitude of people, the place seemed calmer and the voices were muffled. Maybe it was some space special effects.

As you were walking to the next stand, the explosion blew you off your feet.

Everything happened at once. Thrown against the wall like a rag doll, you felt every part of the body being torn apart by pain. You've gone deaf. Breathless. Shards of glass fell from the sky like rain, beautifully shining, deadly raindrops. Conscious enough to cover your eyes, you raised hands. The skin was cut by sharp edges.

The ringing in the ears turned into a wailing alarm. You felt torn apart, but all your limbs were in place. Not everyone was so lucky. Dozens of people, scattered on the floor and against the walls, lay motionless. Some bloody. Not everything was visible through the thick layer of dust. Also, images reached your eyes, but not mind. What happened?

You don't know if it was a second or an hour before you regained some sort of consciousness. To your left, a pair of men weren't getting up, but to your right, a girl who stood next to you earlier was clinging and shaking. Her eyes were as big as cup saucers, and blood and tears were mixing on a dainty face.

"Hey, your head. This looks bad." You heard your own voice, although you still felt unreal, as if everything around you didn't exist. Ultra-real VR. Especially the pain.

She flinched as you took the torn piece of her shirt and tied it around her temple.

"Th-these…are they terrorists?" She uttered, sobbing.

You looked around. The explosion threw you behind the games, away from the center of the hall. She had a better view, as two gaming machines fell in front of you, effectively blocking the view. When you looked out from behind them, sure enough, there were some people walking around… with guns. White uniforms and fur coats. They seemed to be combing the gigantic place starting from the other end. Not many of them, but would there be many terrorists? They chased away the rest of the people, took the conscious ones inside the destroyed building, and the unconscious ones…

You didn't want to see this. You didn't want to end up like that, either. Until they haven't found you, you had a chance. Whoever it was had bad intentions.

"Let's go." As you sat up, dizziness hit you, but luckily the legs worked. It's worse with the hands. The left one you covered yourself with was bleeding so profusely that all your clothes on your chest and stomach were red. Luckily, the blood was only leaking lazily now, not as heavily, but you still felt sick watching it.

The girl wasn't lucky either. Her leg was bent at an odd angle, at best it was broken. She whimpered as you helped her up. Someone turned off the alarm. Now the only sounds were the shifting of rubble. The soldiers were unnaturally quiet, as if they did not need words to communicate. It scared you. Despite everything, Mia had more courage, she bit her lip to keep quiet.

There were many alcoves with doors along the wall, and every other one had an "exit" sign above it. Fire exits. In some, you could hear the sound of sprinklers firing through the thick smoke following the explosion. The air was hard to breathe. You glided slowly, leaning against the wall, helping the girl bounce forward. Every step took forever. Only the adrenaline in the veins kept you running.

Strange soldiers were getting closer. As you trudged through the alley, you could hear machines moving nearby. Cleaned rubble. Whistle of the blade that will stay with you forever. You had two final turns to get out of the trap when someone ran right into you.

"R-run!" A distressed woman in bloody clothes squealed. She grabbed your hand. You screamed in pain and jumped back. "There's their boss over there! He kills! He’ll kill you!"

She ran further down the corridor. Your hand, torn by the glass and moved by her, burst out with a fresh dose of blood. Pain was awful. Black spots danced before the eyes, if only you could take a breath… The little girl leaning on your shoulder began to sob. It brought you back to life. The strange woman run again, and must have bumped into the soldiers because you heard her scream.

Boss. Angelic boss. The best options you could think of were immediate death from Gabriel's scythe. As for the others, maybe Michael would take pity and cut your head off quickly. Raphael… Well… Fortunately, there was no time to think about it.

In front of you was a bend in the hall and on your left was the door to the bathroom. You pressed the doorknob, they gave way. The intact, white room smelling of lavender, that would have been completely normal half an hour ago, looked like science fiction when you were surrounded by chaos and destruction. Behind a series of sinks and mirrors, the only ones that were cracked, there was a second door leading to an outside corridor. You hid in one of the cabins.

"Listen." You crawled together and helped her lean against the wall. "I'll check if it's still safe and come get you, okay? This "boss" doesn’t sound good."

You had no other choice, and you both knew it.

"But promise you'll come back." The little one tried to hold on, but it didn't work out well. "Promise…"

"I swear."

You felt sorry for her. Alone. Little. She didn't even have a way to escape with her crushed leg. But if there really was another danger ahead of you, you wouldn't stand a chance anyway. You didn't even have a place to hide and wait, because the storage compartment in the cabin where you left Mia was too small for the two of you.

But why were the Seraphim here? Didn't they have better things to do? You already guessed why the clocks weren't working. It is a space like the "New Heaven" in Gehenna created by the Cherubim. Here, a lot of innocent people were caught in angelic inner games.

Carefully, you poked your head out. The last corridor left to exit was long and wide. Debris was falling from the stairwells at regular intervals, but it was possible to walk through them. Two people ran down and towards the exit, or at least they tried to, before someone got in their way.

Now you knew the woman wasn't lying, and realized what the strange fur coats were. It's not fur. They're feathers. A chill ran down your spine because what you saw before the eyes was unreal. A tall man stood with his back to you, with the wing and a halo. With a shining scythe, he blocked the path of two terrified people.

You knew this man. Angel’s boss, she said? You felt a stupid urge to laugh out loud, along with a stone that suddenly weighed heavily on your heart.

"Wait!"

The scream left your mouth before any thought even reached the brain. The hand that was preparing to strike froze in the air, and you had the impression that you felt a gust of air that was supposed to accompany the slash. Regret hit you faster than a train. Legs felt like running away. It was a mistake. Now this scythe will be aimed at you. But he just turned around and stared blankly at you.

Now that he turned around, you had a clear view of all the details. A black suit, perfectly fitted to a muscular body. A long braid decorated with bloody feathers and powerful horns, curled like a ram's and made of black segments like dragon scales. A handsome, long face and muddy eyes, decorated with scars. Black leather gloves on his hands that held the huge weapon as easily as a child's toy. And a luminous scythe. Which was now aiming for your throat.

"Who are you?"

"I…" Is it possible? Does he remember? Were your conversations even yours, or was it really AI? You almost stopped breathing, squinting.

"Uh… I'm… I'm human. You wouldn't hurt a human. Right?"

If your conversations weren't real, your name would do him no good. But if it was the real Andrealphus, the one you knew, the one you love, he wouldn't have hurt an innocent man. But… why was he targeting those people, then?

He flinched when he heard your voice.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came with friends…"

"No. What are you doing here? My…" He trailed off. "It's not safe. You have to get out of here."

Oh, that was all you wanted right now. But the chaos in your head didn't allow you to think clearly. After all, about three minutes ago you were the victim of a terrorist attack, and now you were standing in front of a fictional guy you were in love with. Even separately this is too much!

"A strange woman ran… into me and said, well… That you are the boss of the angels. And you murder people."

"Humans? You're the first human I've ever met. As for the other part…" The grip on the scythe style tightened.

"Those two you were aiming at also were."

He frowned and tilted his head as if to look over his shoulder. Of course, they were no longer there, but you were sure you didn't see any wings on them, unlike the soldiers in the main hall.

"They had an angelic aura about them."

Any further discussion had to wait because you heard footsteps in the hall. He was redy to fight, but you were not. You dragged him into the bathroom.

"They were humans. There's something wrong with this place. Maybe he's irradiating us or something."

"If so, I should also see you."

Your voices turned to whispers as footsteps passed down the hall. You knew he could ‘see’ the glow of the outlines of angels, but not ordinary humans or devils. He was relying on other senses and sensations you didn't understand. It didn't fully replace sight, but it helped, especially in hunting.

"I'll show you another human. We'll see then, okay?"

You got back to Mia faster than you thought. She was happy to see you, but when she saw Andrealphus she screamed and pushed herself deeper into the corner. He didn't look happy either.

"Hello, little one."

Andrea knelt down next to the girl. Even if he looked confused, his voice was firm and gentle. He was really talking to the child. The girl moved away and covered her eyes with her hand as if to defend herself.

"Your friend says you have no wings. Is it true?"

"Ye…yes."

"I’m blind. Let me feel it."

He warned before extending his hand. His hand wandered over her shoulder, but all he found was air and a cold wall. He frowned.

"I told you, she’s not an… what are you doing!" You shouted, seeing how he takes out small pistol from under his jacked. You froze, but he just placed the gun on the girl's lap. His past came to your mind; you wondered if he thought about what would happen if he had a gun when he met Rafael as a little boy. In his own way, it seemd that he was trying to protect another child from this fate. Save from helplessness.

You felt a twist of pain in your stomach. He trusted you. He must have remembered you. Why else would he believe you enough to give the creature he thought was an angel a weapon?

"You have to have something to defend yourself with." He stood up and turned towards you. "Let's go."

"We?" You glanced towards the door. "I will be a burden. Let me sneak out the back door."

"The building is fully guarded, you are safest with me. Besides, you got your eyes intact. Since the aura is crazy here, I don't want to hurt anyone innocent."

Andrea placed the scythe on his shoulder. A hand extended towards you, a serious look on a scarred face.

"Please, be my sight. Guide me."

Your heart skipped a beat. Even your vision went dark, although maybe it was the result of blood loss. Never mind. You accepted his hand. It was rough and strong, you could feel the tiny scars under your fingers; exactly how you imagined a soldier's hand. He smiled so softly that your legs went weak beneath you. He caught you in half before you fell.

Okay, maybe it was the blood loss after all.

You slowly straightened up and leaned against your broad chest, taking a few deep breaths. Wounds didn't hurt as much anymore, but slowly you slowly lose feeling in your hand. It just went limp. You didn't even have time to admire his warmth, his scent, because your stupid body refused to obey.

"You're bleeding."

"Don't worry… I'll be fine. It's already better." You tried to sound like everything was alright. Maybe not well enough for him to move away, but enough for him not to worry. Judging by his face, it didn't work. His grip on your waist tightened.

"I would take you to Nilfheim, but those damn portals stopped working…" He muttered to himself.

You didn't expect to hear such a note in his voice. Care? Anxiety? This was unlike the stoic devil you knew. And if the portals weren't working…

"How did you get here then?"

"We have other ways. Your phone."

"But it's ruined."

"It didn't matter. It previously acted as an interdimensional mirror, so I could have used it as a reference."

That was enough revelation for you. Whatever happened, you just wanted to rest. With Andrea, of course.

"Please. Let's just get out of here."

You decided it would be better to go through the main hall. If you don't manage to sneak by sideways, it will be easier for Andrealphus, with his huge scythe, to fight in a larger area. That's why you left Mia too. He felt her just like the angels. Only recognizing their aura, he couldn't distinguish most of them; he would have killed her by pure accident, aiming at someone else. You preferred to avoid it.

Leaning on the devil, letting him hold you by your waist, you limped into the main hall. Most of the angels had already dispersed, the dust had settled, only human bodies and dirty blood stains were lying here and there. Seeing this, your nausea only increased. A few surviving soldiers were wandering among the machines, picking something up from among the rubble. You saw sparkles in their hands. Were they star tokens?

Before you could think twice, you felt a tug on your waist. Andrea stopped. The scythe was aimed at the man in front of you.

"I can?"

He asked politely, as if he wanted to pull out a chair in front of you rather than waiting for permission to murder. A lump stuck in your throat. The man did indeed have white wings and a halo, but instead of a soldier’s uniform he wore a blue one. You recognized that long blond hair; you've seen him before.

"It's… someone from the staff, I guess."

"Do not kill me!" He begged. "I can't do anything to you, I was just… looking…"

He tried to move away, but Andrea wrapped his scythe around the man like an arm. The weapon touched the wings. Demon felt it and growled throatily.

There was a screech behind you.

"Leave him!"

Another problem. You glanced behind; Mia, propped up on a broom, had to limp quietly tracing you. She aimed the small gun at Andrea's back. Would the bullet hurt him? You did not know. But his face hardened. The angels that had been roaming around the building heard you and began to gather around. In a wide semicircle, with their weapons drawn, they observed the horned intruder.

Andrealphus was silent. Waited. He could have killed them. He would do it easily, without breaking a sweat; but still, something held him back. You guessed what it was about. When he gave the girl the gun earlier, he didn't expect it to be pointed at him.

In a scene he couldn't get out of his mind, he became the one he hated the most.

"You're not like him." You whispered and placed your hand on his hand where he held the scythe.

He slowly moved her away from the man. Mia walked past you and threw herself into her father's arms. This didn't solve the problem; if he didn't want to kill them, he couldn't fight. Having to take care of you on top of that, his hands were tied.

The number of angels only increased. More and more of them came, crawling through the rubble, appearing on balconies as if waiting for the first move. They surrounded you, but it could just as easily have been the flies surrounding the dragon. Lowest angels and a devilish noble. He would have chopped them to pieces if it weren't for his only weakness - and that weakness was you.

You felt worse and worse, but a crazy idea came to your head.

"Trust me." You asked so quietly that even you didn't hear your words, but you hoped he did, and pushed him away. "Finally! I brought him as Raphael ordered. Do with him whatever you want now! Dad, let’s come out."

Everyone was moved by this name. Just as you thought. You couldn't read anything on Andrea's face, and you didn't want to because you felt like a traitor. The angels took your shout as an order. They attacked straight ahead. If this was a trap for the noble set by the Seraphin, they must have managed to kill him, right?

Mia's father, whom you bumped into, helped you walk. He supported both you and his daughter as you walked to the exit. Did you feel safe? No. But the angels evaded you. They must have assumed that, like Mia, you were half-angel. They parted as you walked on soft legs… and a moment later wet sounds of blood splashing and flesh being torn apart filled the entire hall. Andrea was chopping up angels. Yes, that's him. It must be him. Not the other way around.

You have no idea how you got out of the building, but when you felt the fresh air, you fell to your knees. You were overwhelmed by helplessness and pain. The earth was swirling, full of black spots. It's happened before, you could walk. You just needed a moment to gather your strength. And probably you would have made it if you hadn't seen movement out of the corner of your eye. Hand and stone. Your head erupted in pain before you passed out.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

When you opened your eyes again, the light blinded you. White ceiling, walls a sickly blue shade that looked as if someone had smeared soap on them instead of paint. The smell of cleaning products and medicines. Your stomach lurched. You knew this place so well, but it was two weeks ago. After all, so much has happened since the accident. After all… Andrea.

You felt nauseous, looking around the room with your heart in your throat; drip, bedside table with glass full of water, large window letting in the evening light. Behind the mirror in the corridor stood a couple of people, whose voices could be heard through the door ajar. They had an argument. You groaned, rubbing your aching head. Collecting thoughts was so hard.

It couldn't all have been a dream. His voice. His touch. You remembered it too clearly. Panic was rising in your chest, especially when you heard a sleepy voice from the hall. Words like 'coma', 'memory impairment' and 'you have to be understanding' brought tears to your eyes. Whole body hurt. The greatest pain spread slowly through the chest, stabbing and burning, as if someone had inserted a hot blade and was circling in a open wound.

People are dying. Their brain, in an act of self-defense, can invent their entire life in a split second. Some woke up in the hospital thinking they had a wife and children, only to find out they hadn't finished school yet. Was this the case? Did you make this all up? You were on the verge of life anyway, so your stupid brain decided to trick you and give you hope? Hot tears filled your eyes. How could you be so stupid? Why did you believe?

Before you burst into tears, a few more words came through.

"She keeps waking up and falling asleep… Is there any point in going in there?"

"Leave it. I doubt she heard anything."

Your friend and her boyfriend. Someone responded with a snort, the voices fading. Or maybe it was the throbbing pain that swirled your head like a blender. You cried silently. One of the silhouettes outside the window straightened up as if paralyzed and shot towards the door.

You didn't know if your brain was playing tricks on you or if you were completely crazy, when he appeared in the doorway.

This scarred, yet handsome face and long red braid, you’d recognize them even at the end of the world. He looked uncertain. As if he himself was suffering. In casual clothes, simple jeans and blue checkered shirt, he looked so normal you nearly believed that it’s just a human resembling him. But despite the lack of a halo and wings, his head was decorated with majestic, dark horns.

"You liar…"

Even his voice matched perfectly. Shock drew back the tears. Is it…?

You didn't have time to think. In the current state, thinking wasn't your strongest trait anyway. He sat down next to you, slender fingers first landing on your shoulder and then moved to your face.

"You awful, dishonest, intelligent woman. If I knew…"

You could barely feel the gentle touches of fingertips. Despite terrible words, he was so careful, as if he were examining a work of art and not your broken skin. Although, his smile made you feel like a masterpiece. Before you could utter a greeting, he found your mouth, and not with fingers. The touch of hot lips was even more tender and ticklish than his palms. Shaky breath leave his lips, before you could hear a faint whisper.

"I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t want, if… If I had known…"

No. This was not something you expected to hear. Sealing those sweet lips with yours, you purred.

"Are you sorry for kissing me or for saving my life?"

"For risking it in the first place!"

"You’re a devil. I’d be disappointed if you wouldn’t."

You chuckled, seeing him frowning, as if he wanted to scold you but couldn’t. It was a mistake. A new dull pain erupted in your wounded head. Did it matter? The pain in a chest suddenly subsided. Life started to make more sense. Even the color on the walls stopped being soapy and became a beautiful blue.

"How did I get here?"

"This… angel." He spat the word like it was the worst insult. "He hit you, patched you up, and left you in a back alley. He said he couldn't take you with him, and you'd be safer unconscious. I found you not much later. Human services arrived, and I convinced them to deal with you first. And they better do it right."

"What happened to him? With Mia?"

"She’s safe. And him… He didn’t have to hit you, but he did. I didn’t have to let him live…" He felt your tense expression and tilted his head. "But I did."

You sighed with relief. It was a step in a good direction.

"Although without a hand that hit you."

…well, quite a small step. You didn't want to dwell on it, you can do the next steps together. In less intense circumstances. Since the portals weren't working…

"I now know why I felt angels everywhere."

"Why?"

"They really weren't disguised. Unable to get rid of their aura around people, they used tokens, those stars, to make all the humans resemble their aura. Without the tokens, I couldn’t see you. It's even better. I don't want to see you if it means you'll look like an enemy. You are wonderful in the way you laugh, move, think. I'm glad I know you deeper than just your outer shell." He kept playing and stroking gently your face. "Although I'm sure you would shine not deadly, but beautifully."

You held his hand, you heard his voice. Time passed, and you didn't have the strength to speak, but he still kept you company. You could listen and listen. With your eyes closed, you hugged the hand cupping your face and felt like you could stay like that forever. It was worth being neatly torn apart to finally be able to meet him. For the first time, you didn't feel longing. Only warmth.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb andrealphus #I don't know if I should have posted it #sends kisses to the one person who will like it

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dameronology · 1 year

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it's cold outside (natasha romanoff)

for @wokeupinawalnut - for the fic giveaway organised by @startrekkingaroundasgard. i apologise for how late this is, but i hope you enjoy & happy holidays🥰

summary: coming home to you is always natasha's favourite thing

Natasha Romanoff hadn't expected your shared apartment to be so fucking arctic when she came home.

New York was cold at the best of times but it seemed bitingly so when the Quintjet came in to land early that morning. It was too cold even for snow and that just felt like insult to injury. Still though, it was hard for Natasha to feel sad about the weather, knowing that this mission was going to be the team's last before their Christmas break. The idea of getting home, switching off her phone and existing just in the plains of your apartment had been the only thing getting her through. So, after exchanging goodbyes with the rest of the Avengers, Nat hung up her uniform and got into a taxi.

Naturally, every would reunite on the day of Christmas at Tony Stark's insistence, but until then, they'd be off to their own homes. Steve and Bucky back to Brooklyn, Clint back to the farm, Thor back to New Asgard and Tony back to wherever it was that Morgan demanded. The journey for Nat wasn't very long - just over the bridge to your loft in Williamsburg. She'd lived there for the better part of three years now, when she'd come to stay the night a few weeks into your relationship and just never left.

The cold air hit her like a knife (and it was safe to say that Natasha might be the only person here who would know that feeling with accuracy). Even though it was early in the morning - just gone 7AM - you were passed out on the couch, a duvet bundled around you and several blankets. The TV was still on Netflix, the classic are you still watching? messaged displayed on the screen. With that, Nat could easily deduce that you'd probably fallen asleep watching it last night.

"Hey," she leant down beside you, gently brushing a hand over your face. A nice, warm hand against your freezing skin. "Hey. I'm back."

You peeled open one eye, a grin spreading across your tired face. "Nat, hey."

"Why's it so cold in here?" she asked.

"The heating broke," you grumbled. "I called the landlord last night but he's gone back to Arizona for Christmas. We still have hot water so that's...something."

"That explains it," she rolled her eyes. "You're freezing-"

"- Nat," you sat up, duvet falling off your shoulders. "You can turn off mum mode, okay? I know you've just spent a week straight with the guys but I am not stupid like them."

Natasha gave you a smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You're right. Sorry."

"How was the mission?"

"Boring," she took a seat on the sofa beside you, laying her legs over yours. "We went in, got the intel we needed, came home. Textbook, really."

"But did you look good doing it?"

"Of course I did," she grinned. Natasha gave your leg a squeeze before standing up and sticking out her hand, head nodding towards the bathroom. "C'mon, a warm shower will help."

Begrudgingly rolling out of your blanket palace, you followed your girlfriend through the apartment and to the bathroom. If you hadn't missed her so much, you wouldn't have moved come hell or high water. Still though, a warm shower didn't seem like the worst idea. Natasha certainly wanted one after days of trekking through Siberia and honestly, she just wanted to hold you close. Seven days apart wasn't even the longest she'd gone without seeing you.

You stood there like a lemon with ease as she did most the work - just bubbles and soft kisses from Natasha.

The run from the shower to the bedroom was jarring. Clothes flew everywhere as you both ripped apart the wardrobe in an attempt to find the warmest clothes - you were more successful in your attempt, finding some thermal bottoms and a thick hoodie. Six pairs of fluffy socks later, you were content.

"Those are mine," Natasha scowled. "I was looking for those-"

"- they were in my side of the wardrobe," you replied, holding up your hands in defence. "Finders, losers, Nat."

"That's not fair! Those are my special warm socks!"

"Now they're my special warm socks."

Before you could even finish your sentence, Natasha had crossed the room and thrown you onto the bed. She pinned your arms above your head, hands wrapped around your wrists and hair dripping little cold drops of water onto you. You let out a shriek as she did, trying to wriggle free.

"Say your sorry!" she demanded. There was no point in arguing, or trying to wriggle your way out of the grip of a highly trained assassin. She was freakishly strong.

"No!"

"Say. Your. Sorry!"

You tried to fight back a laugh, gaze avoiding Natasha's. "No."

"You're so mean," she pouted. Still, she leant down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, smiling against you.

Natasha rolled off the bed, once again signalling for you to follow after her. She made her way over to the kitchen, hands moving in autopilot to turn on the kettle and pull things out the cabinets.

"Shouldn't I be the one making you breakfast?" you asked. "You just came from a week long mission-"

"- shuddup and sit down," she said. "You're colder than me. Wrap up and I'll be there in two minutes."

Smiling to yourself, you returned to the sofa. It was perfectly indented from where you'd spent the last two days sat there, but you moved some cushions aside to make room for Natasha. As promised, two minutes later she returned with two mugs of coffee and a bagel for you. She'd known since the day you met how you took your coffee; she was trained to be observant but in some way, knowing the intricate details of your life was her love language. There were very few things she didn't know.

Natasha pressed a kiss to your temple, pulling the duvet over herself as she snuggled up next to you. She was perpetually warm - a curse in the summer but a blessing during times like this. You shuffled closer, leaning your head on her shoulder.

"You good there?" she asked.

"Yeah," you smiled. "Just glad you're home."

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff imagines #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff #black widow x reader #avengers x reader #avengers imagine #avengers imagines #avengers #marvel fluff #avengers fluff

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yunhonumeris1fane · 7 months

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Try Again•JYH

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"After building your life sonewhere else, you come back home to your family, missing the old days. But one person you tried to avoid, still managed to pop up and say Hi! "

pairing : non_idol yunho x non_idol reader

genre : fluff

warnings : some alcohol?

There you are, walking down the streets you’ve walked over a dozen times. This time is different though, you’re walking alone and it’s the first time in over 5 years.

Before going abroad to study and work, you used to be happy with a good circle of friends and the best boyfriend. Everything was perfect, until all of you started enrolling in schools, choosing your degrees. You were a really great student at school and wanted to explore the world. Your boyfriend wanted to remain in his home country and study there. This was where the differences between the two of you came out obvious. You started growing distant because of it and broke up on good terms. You moved abroad, and he stayed.

The first months were hard, you missed your home, your friends and Yunho. The new places and unfamiliar environments did not help, but you were excited about the new chapter ahead.

In the span of 4 years, you graduated with a degree, and worked for a company. You sometimes would catch on with your friends, mainly Hoongjoong and Wooyoung, but not as often. You liked the country you lived in and your job there, but felt extremely homesick, so without thinking twice you decided to give it a shot and come back home.

Since you haven't spoken to either HJ or Wooyoung for over a month, you decided not to tell them that you're back. Instead you just continued living, like you always did. You landed on a job that offered good conditions, moved into a small apartment further away from the bustling city center and existed.

As your now on your break now, you once again find yourself in a coffee shop right across the street from the company you work at. Taking your coffee you sit down at a table and scroll on your phone. While doing so, you keep feeling like someone is staring at you, so you look up to see three guys sitting a few feet apart from you. You don’t have your glasses, so you can’t really see their faces. You don’t know a single reason why they were staring and decide not to pay any more attention, instead continue living in your phone.

"Y/n?!" A familiar voice catches your attention. Your eyes immediately jump off the screen to the person, who is no other than Wooyoung, there’s Yeosang and Hoongjoong by his side.

"Guys!" Your eyes light up as you cover your mouth with the palm of your hand.

"Waaa!" Wooyoung boasts, "It's been ages, you've changed!" He comments on your changed appearance. You used to have light and short hair, glasses always on your nose, dressed up in various colors. But now your hair is dark and long, no glasses and you’re dressed neatly in black.

"Can we sit here, or you're waiting for someone?" Hoongjoong asks, pointing at the remaining three seats at the table.

"No no, sit" You insist and they are quick to occupy the remaining seats.

"So tell us, how have you been? Why are you here?" Hoongjoong asks, excitedly rubbing the palms of his hands.

"I've been well, but I was really missing home. Y'know, my whole family and friends are here. Really missed that. So I came back, staying here for as long as I can" You show off your proud smile.

"I'm guessing you're not in a relationship with that guy anymore" He mentions your recent ex, who was an interesting person to say the least.

"We broke up last month"

"Good!" Wooyoung raises his thumbs up, he is happy you ditched him, "he was so unworthy of you. Total scum" he adds, his face turning bitter.

"How are the others?" You inquire about the remaining group, curious of how far they’ve come.

"They're good. Seonghwa has bought a house because apparently he is rich now. Jongho is still working at the SNU. Mingi is still traveling. San is good too, still going strong in the academy" Hoongjoong tells you everything important about the guys and then comes to a stop, hesitating about him, "-and Yunho.. He's good too, he works a lot, he's a busy guy"

"Oh, that's good, everyone's doing fine…" You manage to reply, your mind now circling around the memories of old times. When you were in senior year, hanging out almost everyday. Wooyoung was your neighbor and a close friend. He introduced you to the group that led you to having a big circle of friends and Yunho. You were sweethearts, in a happy and stable relationship, the guys were also very supportive. Everyone thought you'd be together forever, married and living a long life. But life had different plans for the two of you.

"He never dated anyone after you" Wooyoung interrupts your thoughts as Yeosang shoots him a warning look.

"It's okay" You assure him, as talking about Yunho isn’t a crime. Although it saddens you a little, you can’t dwell on the past.

"Did you move on, or still like him?" Wooyoung attacks you again, he’s too nosy.

"Well you know what they say about first love, it's always in the heart. No matter how hard you try to ignore it" You explain with a shrug, as Wooyoung’s listening attentively.

"What would you do if you met him?" Yeosang asks, leaving you confused.

"I'd run, obviously" You reply without hesitation, there is now way you'd want to meet him. Awkward.

"I guess it's a little too late to say it. But Yunho and Seonghwa are going to be here anywhere from 5 minutes to now" He says as your face goes blank, you want to gather your things and run, "-never mind, they're here" Yesoang points at the two men approaching the table.

"I'll kill you" You mouth out to Yeosang and Wooyoung, who only shrug.

"Hi guys, who's here?'' Seonghwa greets the group, "-Ah… Oh… Y/n!" He jumps a little, immediately going in for a hug.

You can’t help, but smile, you missed the guys a lot. However your smile fades when you meet Yunho's eyes, he looks like he just saw a ghost

"H-hi…" You say to him.

"Hi…" Yunho gives you a small wave and is ready to turn around, but Seonghwa stops him

"No one's leaving!" He reminds him, as Wooyoung is quick to gather two additional chairs.

"You're getting prettier and prettier" Seonghwa compliments your appearance.

"You're not looking too bad either"

"How long are you staying here for?" He inquires, needing to know everything.

"I'm staying for good. Will be here to annoy you forever" You said in a joking matter.

"Really? Well then we will have plenty of time to catch on" Seonghwa snickers, plans for upcoming gatherings already circling around in his mind.

And so two weeks went by, you met the guys quite a few times, going to bars or hanging out at their places. Yunho didn’t join you, but the upcoming meet up at Seonghwa’s house today, he will be attending. Which scares the crap out of you.

...

'It's gonna be nice Y/n. There's gonna be food, drinks, music and fun :33'

'I dunno, I have lots of things to do'

You never turn down the party'

'I grew up'

'Nonsense. You drowned tons of bottles last week. Alcoholics don't recover in a week'

'I am one special kind'

'Nonsense… is this about Yunho? Cos he be there?'

'Yesn't'

'It's not like only the two of you be here'

'Judging you guys, we will'

'6p.m sharp. Be there. If not. WE WILL COME AND GET YOU!👺'

...

And here you are, sitting at the dining table, surrounded by your friends. Too lazy to cook, you ordered some takeaway. Alongside the meal, you have soju and makgeolli. Everything’s perfect. Almost.

You're not a good drinker, just a couple glasses of drinks make your head feel as heavy as a world’s biggest rock. A few more drinks and you'll be doing unpredictable things.

"Look at you miss tipsy" Wooyoung teases you, as you are smiling at the empty glass, thinking about having more.

"Is there something we should know?" San asks, noticing how much you are drinking.

"Nothing, just tired after a tough week" You mumble, your head buried in your hands, as the gravity keeps pulling you to the ground.

Wooyoung, who is sitting beside you, notices how you were close to leaning onto his shoulder. So he pretends to need to use the bathroom and when he leaves, the human wall between Yunho and you isn’t there anymore. When he comes back, he on purpose changes the seats, sitting down in between you and Seongwa. Now you are dangerously close to Yunho, even the drunken state in you can’t seem to stop the fast heartbeat. You'd be lying if there were no feelings for him left in you..

After a few more shots, you lose the capability of keeping your head straight and your head goes to rest against Yunho's arm. You forgot that Wooyoung was on the opposite side.

Even the 'aww' stares you keep receiving - you still have no clue . And the fact that he doesn't push you away, doesn’t raise any suspicion in you.

The sleepy phase doesn’t last long though, when you hear that San and Jongho are going to sing karaoke.

"Me too!" You immediately rise from your seat and run as fast as you can to them. They pick out an old classic boy group song and the three of you eat the song. Dancing, jumping around and singing at the top of your lungs. When the song comes to an end, there is another. Then another. Then another. By the last song, you are lying in a starfish pose on the floor, microphone attached to your barely moving lips. You are just humming, on the other hand, the guys are still going strong.

"I'm going to get some water" You inform them, as you get off the floor.

"Good luck Y/n. Good luck!!" San enthusiastically speaks into the microphone and bids your farewell, as you are on your way.

When in the kitchen, you attempt reaching out for the glass, but you knock it down and it shatters all over the counter. Not being the best thinker, you start picking up the pieces and rest your palm on the counter, resulting in a piece of glass cutting you.

"What happened?" Yunho is the one that heard the noise and came to see what’s up.

"N-nothingg… I-I just broke the glass.. like alwayss.." You mutter in disappointment as you lift your palm and there's blood. You immediately start backing away from the counter, but there's more glass on the ground.

"Careful, careful" Yunho's hand rests on your back as he guides you safely out of the area. When you're at the other side of the kitchen, he sits you down on a chair and gets a solution and bandaid.

"I'm not exactly sober, so if I mess it up, I'm sorry" He admits and pours the solution onto the wound. You immediately hiss at the pain.

"It's okay, won't take long” Yunho shushes you, as he dabs the paper towel onto your skin, to dry off the wound. As he's doing so, you start feeling really sleepy and without much in mind you rest your head on his shoulder.

"I forgot how comfortable it was" You mumble into the crook of his neck, as he lets out a soft laugh.

"You've had enough to drink, you should go sleep"

"I'm fine… No, I'm not, I missed you" you confront yourself, as his body twitches a little. You are drunk, drunk affectionate, he tries not to think of your words as serious.

"I'm serious"

"Yep, you're wasted, go to sleep" He gently moves your head off his shoulder and leads the way to one of the guest rooms. Once you’re there , barely, you manage to find the bed and land on it successfully. Yunho stands at the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, hands crossed over his chest. He has to make sure you won’t mistake the comfort of the bed to the floor. He knows that whenever you get drunk, you sleep on the floor and then complain that you have a backache the following morning.

“C-can you stay?” Your words catch his attention, “at least until I fall asleep”

“I will”

He doesn’t need to stay long, cause you fall into a coma in a matter of seconds. But he stays a little longer, watching you. Not in a creepy way. You are just as beautiful to him as in the past. He felt like he was over you, that he moved on and so did you. But the moment he saw you again, the feelings came back again.

“Is she sleeping? on the bed?” He is hit by the questions about you again, the moment he comes back to the living room.

“Yeah” Yunho nods and sits down.

“I saw the way you looked at her. You still love her, right?” Hoongjoong asks him.

“I don’t know man, maybe?” He wonders

“If that helps, she still likes you”

“I figured, back when I was fixing up her wound, she kept saying I missed you and stuff”

“Isn’t that good?”

“We broke up for a reason. Maybe it was a sign we are not a good match”

"Not a good match my ass" Wooyoung argues with him, "it's not like something bad happened, so you can just… you know, get back together"

"It's not so easy" Yunho scoffs at the man’s incompetence when it comes to relationships.

"Nobody said it was easy" Wooyoung tries to persuade him "If you still like her, she likes you too, get together. I can't stand watching this"

"Then sit down if that helps" He suggests, as Wooyoung pouts his lips, annoyed.

"Very funny"

The morning catches uo rather fast. You lift your heavy head off the pillow. Your head feels like a rock, not to mention it hurts. You shouldn't have gone overboard with the drinks. Immediately thoughts like "Did I do something questionable yesterday?" flood your mind.

"You're awake" Yeosang pushes the door open, gasping at the sight, "You look like a homeless"

"One more word and you'll be a real homeless" You warn him, aggressively pointing your index finger at him.

"I'm good. Everyone's downstairs" He informs, "How are you feeling, do you remember anything from last night?"

"No?..." you wonder, trying to remember. Then your eyes land on the bandaid on your hand and it hits you. Oh no!

"He's still there by the way. See you later" Yeosang disappears as you grab a handful of your hair, shaking aggressively. You remember everything and he does too for sure, he's a better drinker than you.

"Here take this" Mingi offers you a hangover cure packet as you take it. Chugging it down, you sense Yunho's presence in the room and avoid looking in his direction.

"How's your hand?" Wooyoung's voice echoes from Yunho's direction

"Good" You don't dare turn your head to see him.

"Is there something on the table?" Mingi asks, in a teasing way, noticing how you're avoiding Yunho.

"No nothing" You hum and pull out your phone to look at the weather app, pretending to be busy.

"Okay, we'll be going, gotta hit the gym" Yeosang, Mingi and San inform you, "See you later" They pat your head as they pass by and leave.

Now there are 6 of you, but only three in the dining room. Jongho, Hoongjoong, Seonghwa are somewhere upstairs

"Bathroom break" Wooyoung announces and sprints out of the room. You panic, eyeing your bag on the sofa in the other room.

"Can we talk?" Yunho interrupts your inner thoughts, as you shake your head.

"I've gotta go" You quickly pace towards the sofa to take your bag. But he catches up with you and blocks your way.

"We need to talk Y/n" Yunho says, this time it's more demanding.

"I don't want to talk" You try to push his hand away, as it's locked around your wrist.

"You're not leaving until we talk"

"Fine. What do you want?" You snarl at him. You want to run away and he’s keeping you hostage.

"Why are you avoiding me?" He hits you with a simple question, but you have a trouble explaining the reason to him.

"I'm not" You shrug your shoulders.

"Sorry, but you are" He confronts you, now you’re trapped in the corner, with no way out.

"Fine. Why do you care"

"I just care" He doesn’t explain either, "do you remember anything from yesterday?" is all he asks.

"Yes"

"Did you mean it? What you said" Yunho wants to know whether you were just talking total nonsense, or you were actually telling the truth.

"If yes, what?" You look down at his hand, his fingers still wrapped around your wrist. He immediately releases you.

"I did too" His words stop your heart for a moment.

"Did what?"

"Missed you Y/n" His hand creeps up to your chin, tilting your head up, so your eyes could comfortably lay on his, "Missed every second spent with you"

"Are you confessing to me right now" You’re in pure shock.

"I'm confessing my love for you again" He chuckles, remembering the first time when he said the three words. It was a spring day, you and the guys were supposed to have dinner at a restaurant, but it turned out that only you and Yunho were there. The guys tricked you, they wanted to give him a kick, so he would finally confess.

"I remember you being very nervous. You were so stressed, that you started cutting the steak with a fork" You let out a laugh, the memories of your first date never left your mind..

"You weren't an angel either. You couldn't even hold eye contact" Yunho reminds, "not to mention that you even spilled a glass of water on yourself and I had to get you shirt from my car"

"Mistakes can and do happen" You explain him, your cheeks burning from the embarrassing memory.

"What if we tried again? I know you're not planning on leaving long term. We already know our differences, we could work it out" He speaks to you, softly, fingers tracing the side of your face, that he longed for years.

"Do you think we could work it out?”

“Don’t you want to try?” Yunho questions you, now unsure if his descision to confess was a good idea.

“I wan’t to, but I don’t want to go through all of it again” you admit, a he lets out a sigh of relief, happy that you feel the same

“It’s a little less likely now, now that we’re older, more mature” Yunho states, thinking he's got a point.

“You’re saying you’re mature. That’s a sight no one will ever see”

“Here you go, running your smart mouth again” He scoffs, pointing at you.

“And you can do nothing about it” You smile, hands resting on your waist.

Turns out he can. The moment you attempt to share more sarcastic remarks, he seals your mouth with a kiss. You immediately go into a silent mode, shocked. You didn’t think he’d actually do it. But you don’t complain, you ease into his touch, his hands, that are gliding up and down your body. The kiss and everything about this moment is so warm, it feels like home. There is no other person, none other than Yunho, that could make you feel the way you feel right now. Safe and loved.

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#ateez #ateez x reader #jeong yunho #jeong yunho x reader #yunho fluff #yunho x reader #san x reader #jongho x reader #mingi x reader #yeosang x reader #seonghwa x reader #wooyoung x reader #hoongjoong x reader

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archergrid · 3 months

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“I had a dream. I was in a strange land. A vast wilderness. I went on and on, but met no one. I called, I shouted... but no one answered. I was alone.”

-Akira Kurosawa, Ran

<< Ch1-5 Ch 6-10>>

Chapter 1

Look, I get this question a lot for obvious reasons, so I know you won’t like the answer. It’s dissatisfying. But, because you asked, the best cybersecurity commercially available is something called an air-gapped computer.

An air-gapped computer has no network card. You won’t see a cerulean ethernet cord spouting from the stern of the case. There’s no hard, hollow plastic antenna to receive a wifi signal. It doesn’t have Bluetooth. My compsci professor at Tech explained it like this: there’s a literal wall of air—a gap—between the computer and anything that could inject it with compromising code. This abstinence-only approach makes air-gapped computers cheap, simple, and impenetrably secure.

But much like celibacy, not a lot of people opt for the air-gapped method. What’s the point of a computer, they ask, without e-mail and Twitter and porn? And I understand that. There were days I got so dog-tired of the manual data dumps, of examining each file down to the binary before connecting the USB, of hand-transcribing scraps of code onto sheets of paper, of the day-to-day ennui of existence inside those invisible walls. But when I broke into a system, all I saw back then was each and every way very, very bad things could get in.

The air wall was better. It let me breathe.

My laptop had to be online so I could access those vulnerable systems, but my desktop was air-gapped—a little black lockbox of my pdfs, jpgs, pngs, mp3s, mp4s, xls, txts, zips, bins, bats, dats, all my associate backgrounds and every line of my code. Knowing how safe they were in there calmed me at times like this, when I felt Julian Ek’s omniscient data network watching me like an enormous, electronic eye.

Notifications came like machine-gun fire into my phone. My apartment was dark, black under blackout curtains. I saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing but automated search alert after automated search alert filling my notifications: ek trial, julian ek trial, ek trial update, ek trial verdict, ek inc, joseph chambers, joseph chambers shooting, joseph chambers deepfaEk, deepfaEk, deepfaEk scandal, deepfaEk shooting edit, deepfaEk trial. More and more, on and on. I With dread, I went to Twitter, and there it was in blue and white. #EkAcquitted. It was the #2 trending topic, below #NationalVideoGamesDay. My hands began to shake. It had to be misreported—a mistake. I searched “Ek trial” and clicked the first link, scrolling past Ashlan’s disbarment and the Marshals’ conspiracy convictions to read the 6 words I’d dreaded for 4 years.

Julian Ek acquitted on all charges.

Ek walked. I went to the Herald for nothing; became a fugitive for nothing. I gave up my parents, my friends, my condo—my dream job obviously. I blew my whole life up, and now I’m stuck here, all alone on the other side of the world. Jeopardy attached, meaning I was officially of no use to anyone; meaning I could never, ever go back home. This dusty, pitch-black 300-square foot apartment really was my life.

I was hyperventilating. Breath after keening breath, air refused to reach my lungs, only rattle in the back of my throat. My head and stomach and knees went fuzzy. My phone screen smeared as it slipped from my hands. I reached for it and missed. The clatter of it hitting the floor—the dull pain of my thigh hitting the floor too—degraded into garbling static as I sank into gasping, grasping unconsciousness.

#wlw #sapphic #lesbian #lesfic #lesbian fiction #sapphic romance #wlw romance #ff romance #lgbt romance #lgbt reads

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evalevaeva · 6 months

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future | fuma

-in which fuma dials the wrong number, that landed just right.

The sound of seoul was something that you'd never get used to. It was something completely different from your time in japan. High School in japan was.. a particularly memorable time. Having met your husband in japan, going on dates and even meeting his parents in japan, after all of that, the both of you chose to move to seoul. Fuma had gotten a better job in seoul at the age of twenty-two, which led the both of you to drop everything in japan to move to korea.

The high tides in life don't last long, not for everyone. For every high tide, there is a low. Fuma had been involved in an accident, which led him to being in a comatosed state for over a year. It broke you, having to see the person you love most in your life, connected to machines, and lying lifeless on an uncomfortable bed. You had been taking care of him everyday, never leaving his side unless you had work. Fuma's boss was your pillar of support in this time of need and he had been paying for Fuma's hospital bills.

"Fuma's one of my best friends. He's been here for me, so I'll be there for him now. "

Euijoo was a life saver. With whatever money you had, you paid off the house, bills, and expenses as Fuma had done before. Being a teacher, your salary wasn't as much as Fuma's, but it was enough to keep you up.

Today felt harder than the rest. Today was the third anniversary since you and Fuma had gotten married. Three years since he decided to spend his entire life with you and never leave your side till death. Yet, here you were, standing over him as you wiped his face with a warm towel. You massaged his arms to make sure he wouldn't feel so sore when he woke up.

"Fuma, dear, I have to go home for a while, but right after, I'll be here. I promise," You told Fuma's unconscious body as you placed a kiss on his forehead, fixing his hair as you made your way to the sliding door.

You gave one last look to him as you walked down the hospital corridor, avoiding the pitiful stares of the nurses who had been taking care of your husband for the past year. You had spoken to all of them, and they could only give one answer.

"If he wakes up, he'll wake up. We can't do anything but wait and make sure he heals properly".

That was all they ever said, and you were growing sick of it. No, not growing sick of taking care of Fuma, but growing sick of not knowing what was truly happening. You had no one by your side but Euijoo and you weren't close. Especially with the slight language barrier, you only had Fuma and your parents. Your in-laws had called multiple times to check on Fuma, worrying for your well-being, but all you could do was reassure them that you were okay.

The weather seemed to cool down slightly as spring began to leave, welcoming winter. Families went out to eat and couples went out on dates. It was a bittersweet feeling, being able to see such love in this day and age. It would have been better if Fuma was here with you.

The sound of a phone ringing caught your attention as you rummaged through your bag, finding your phone ringing and buzzing. You looked around as you stood next to a bench, sliding the green circle on your screen as you placed the phone to your ear, "Hello?".

"I was wondering if you'd like to go out on a date tomorrow? To the new store that opened up around the corner... I know you mentioned yesterday in class that you wanted to try the food there, so why not go out with me?" A guy's voice was heard through the phone as you checked the caller id to see 'Private Number'.

"Hello? Who is this? Is this a prank?" You responded into the phone as the caller seemed to move the phone away from him, before responding, "It's the right number... This is Fuma, Murata Fuma from Class 2. We're classmates..".

Your heart seemed to stop. All the blood drained from your veins, and your hands began trembling. Your phone was slipping from your grip as your palms moistened from the sweat. Was this some sick joke someone decided to pull? Voice phising?

"Is this some sick joke? Fuma graduated seven years ago.. we both graduated," You yelled into the phone as the person on the other line seemed confused.

"But.. this is the right number right? You're from Class 2 and we take Social Studies and Literature together at Ryuko High School?" The caller questioned as your eyes widened, your hand clasping over your mouth in shock as the caller named every single detail about Fuma in high school, 2014.

"Who are you? What type of sick joke is this? Are you doing this just because you know my husband is in a coma?! Are you getting a kick out of this?!" You cried into the phone as you leaned forward, elbows on your knees as you sobbed.

"No! I'm serious. This is Murata Fuma from Class 2 and I'm asking you out," The person on the call answered, not a single drop of humour was in his voice as you tried to question him.

"What colour was my bag, 'in school' ," You asked as 'Fuma' replied, "Brown. You have a leather bag with keychains on it,".

Spot on. The person was spot on.

"What colour was my pencil case," You questioned. This could expose the joker behind the call or reveal something completely different.

"Trick question, it's transparent because you don't want it getting dirty," The person on the other line stated as he laughed. The laugh that you've heard for the past ten years. The laugh of the person you had spent your youth and adulthood with. How could it be possible?

"One last question," You stated as Fuma answered, "Ask away".

"When did you realise that you love me?" You asked as a silence was heard from the other line.

"The day you scolded me for getting hurt in a track competition against the neighbouring school, and then the next day you made me lunch to apologise for it. I knew at that moment that I needed you in my life forever".

Your heart seemed to crack as you cried into the phone, your sobs filling the call as Fuma on the other line who was standing in a phone booth hurriedly added 100 yen into the machine.

Fuma was in his high school uniform, scrap paper with your phone number written on it and most importantly, uninjured. A newspaper dropped from a man's bag as the title read, "3rd February 2014, trains are breaking down due to unforseen circumstances".

"Are you alright?" Fuma asked into the phone as you quietly asked, "Fuma, could you tell me what year it is?".

Fuma looked at the phone, confused, but decided to answer anyway, seeing as there was no harm in answering.

"2014".

That was nine years ago. That was the year that Fuma confessed to you. The year the both of you started dating.

"Fuma, I'm so sorry," You couldn't help but sob as Fuma furrowed his eyebrows, worried at your strange behaviour from the start of the conversation.

"So let me get this straight. You're from the year 2023, while I'm so called 'calling from 2014' , is that right?" Fuma tried to confirm your facts as you wiped your tears with the sleeve of your top.

"Yes. You got into an accident a year ago, 2022, and you've been in a comatose state. You don't know how worried I was, sitting by your side everyday and praying to any higher being to save you," You explained as you took a breath as Fuma asked, "Since you're so called from 2023, could I ask you questions then?".

You agreed as Fuma began spilling out questions, from questions about technology, to flying cars, to education, until finally he reached the topic he was most curious about.

"I called you to confess to you, so seeing as you're taking care of me even when I'm in a comatosed state, we end up together?" Fuma asked, careful. He was scared that he'd step on a landmine and you'd be sobbing your heart out again.

"You confessed to me on the 14th of February 2014. You made the exact call that you made a few minutes ago, and I agreed. We got married at 21 in 2019, and soon, we moved to Korea for a chance at a better life. We were satisfied. We'd work on weekdays and go out on dates on weekends. It was a good life, until that drunk driver hit you," You shared with Fuma as he listened attentively on the other side in 2014, his head of black hair leaned onto the glass booth as he placed another 100 yen into the machine.

"We seem like we have a good life together. I can't believe we actually end up married, I mean.. I've only ever thought about confessing, and I never even thought that you'd accept me. Now, hearing that in the 'future' we'll get married, I have to work hard to be a good boyfriend and a good future husband! I'll avoid making you suffer, and I'll make sure that you won't have to take care of me." Fuma said into the phone as you felt your heart squeeze and tug. It had been so long since you've heard your husbands voice that it felt almost like a foreign memory.

"I'm sorry, but I only have one coin left, and I need it to call the actual you... in 2014," Fuma said sadly, his hand in his hair as you looked to the ground, knowing this could be the last time you'd hear from Fuma.

"Fuma..." You trailed as Fuma responded instantaneously, "Don't worry, dear, I'll be back by your side in 2023. Don't worry. I promise".

You felt a tear slide down your cheek as Fuma said, "See you in 2023, love".

The phone went into a deafening beep as you looked at your phone, feeling as if you had just been kicked in the face. There was no way that could have been Fuma, maybe it was voice phishing, but either way, you heard Fuma's voice. It couldn't have been voice phishing, he knew everything about you. From your pencil case to the exact words he said when you asked him the same question a month later after february of 2014.

Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone ringing once again. Wondering if it was Fuma again, you checked the caller id to see the hospital calling.

Fear went down your throat as you answered the call, "Hello?".

"Is this Mister Fuma's wife?" the hospital staff asked as you responded, worried.

"Yes? What's wrong? Is my husband alright?" You shot questions at them as they responded with a slight smile in their voice.

"Your husband is awake".

That was all it took to have you running back to the hospital, not caring about the strangers you bumped into, or staff looking at you as you tapped the caretaker's card onto the gantry reader, running into the lift and pressing the eighth floor as you ran to his room.

You slid open the door as you saw Fuma, laying up, looking out the window before turning to you with a smile.

"Dear?" Fuma called out as tears began welling up in your eyes, you ran to him as you fell to your knees next to his bed. Fuma looked at you, eyes filled with worry, as he caressed your hair, "Did I worry you a lot?".

You slapped his arm lightly as you spoke between sobs, "You had me so worried everyday! I told you not to go out that day because it was raining heavily!".

Fuma smiled as he hugged you to his chest, your head in the crook of his neck as you sat on the side of his bed.

"It felt like I was in a dream. I was in 2014, and a voice told me I could call someone before I returned and my muscle memory made me dial your number and you picked up, but you picked up the phone in 2023. Isn't that strange?" Fuma shared his comatosed experience as you looked at him, looking at his smile and the crinkle at the ends of his eye lids.

You nodded as you leaned on his shoulder, "That's so strange."

idk how to feel about this chat

#fuma fic #murata fuma #&team fuma #&team #fuma x reader #kpop

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sachiko1309 · 4 months

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Kidnapped - Part 1

Summary: Lilith, Hotchs girlfriend gets kidnapped because of Aarons history as an FBI agent

Word count: 6055

Warnings: kidnapping, torture, violence, nothing described too drastic

When I heard the sound of breaking glass, I shot out of the bed. My heartbeat was quick and I reached to the side, discovering, that Aaron was not here. Thinking he must have been in the kitchen to get some water, I got out of bed, silently walking towards the door. I opened it, making my way to the corner, but before I rounded it, I saw the reflection of a man in the window in front of me. He didn’t look like Aaron at all. He was smaller and wore baggy clothes. And when another figure appeared in the reflection, I turned on my heels, racing back to the bedroom as silently as I could.

I locked the door, quickly fumbling with the screen of my phone, praying that Aaron would answer it. To my surprise, he answered after one ring: “Lilith, I am sorry. We just landed, I am about to leave…” But I interrupted him: “Aaron. There a people in the house. Two men. They broke a glass, I thought it was you, so I got up. They didn’t see me, but I don’t know what they want…” Steps outside of the door, made me stop and listen. Aaron on the phone was saying something, but I pressed it against my body, hoping my chest would muffle the sounds.

Outside the door I could hear them whisper, not understanding what they were saying, but when I saw the door knob turning, I froze. “She is in here.” A raspy male voice said, a slight smile in his words. I pressed the phone to my ear again. “Aaron… they have found me. What do I do now? I locked the door, but that’s not gonna stop them.” A loud bang made me shriek and nearly drop the phone.

“Go to the closet. There is a baseball bat in there, take it.” Aaron calmly ordered me, his voice not leaving any room for discussions. I scurried across the floor, rustling through the closet until I found what I wanted. Then I hid in the furthest corner, the bat ready to swing, phone pressed against my ear with my shoulder. Another hard bang against the door and it flew open, two masked men storming inside.

I swung at the first, hitting him at the shoulder, causing him to yell out in pain, but the other caught my bat, ripping it out of my hands. On the floor, I could hear Aarons voice yelling my name through the phone, but I was too caught up dodging the fist that swung for me. Jumping over the bed, I tried to make a run for the door, but the first guy caught my foot, causing me to fall onto the floor. I kicked at him, trying to get away, but he didn’t budge. His Buddy coming to his help and grabbing me by the hair. When I felt cold metal pressed against my temple, I stopped moving.

The man in front of me, picking up the phone I dropped, putting it on speaker. “See? Its not that hard, to stop fighting, darling. Tell me, is this your boyfriend you are calling?”

“Fuck you!” I gritted out, earning a tug to my hair. When I cried out in pain, the man holding me chuckled. The first one interrupted Aarons voice, not looking away from me: “Tell me, are you Lilith Thatcher? The girlfriend of Agent Aaron Hotchner?”

I just spat him in the face and kicked the guy behind me, he let go of me slightly and I was able to get out of his hold. But I didn’t get far, the man in front of me, reacting quicker, than I anticipated, slapping me across the face, causing me to stumble against the wall. “Look at that Aaron.” He taunted. “Your girl is a fighter. We are going to have some great fun with her.”

I winced in pain, holding my cheek, forcing down the tears. The other guy got up again, grabbing me harder this time and forcing me to my knees with the gun pointed at my head. He ripped my head around, forcing me to look up at the what I assumed to be a smiling man in front of me. Aaron was yelling over the phone: “Leave her alone! She has nothing to do with it! Its me you want? So, man up and go the fuck for me!” But his yelling was ignored: “I will send you a wonderful picture of your girl, Aaron. She just looks far too lovely in her pajamas to not offer you one last look.” Then he ended the call. The flashing light of the camera lighting the room for a split second.

Pov Aaron:

My phone rang in my pocket and I fished it out, seeing Liliths caller ID pop up. Immediately I took her call, not caring that I was still at the round table with the team present: “Lilith, I am sorry. We just landed, I am about to leave…” But her quiet voice interrupted me: “Aaron. There a people in the house. Two men. They broke a glass, I thought it was you, so I got up. They didn’t see me, but I don’t know what they want…” She stopped talking and my blood froze. “Lilith what do you mean there are people in our house?” I asked leaning forward, only realizing the team was watching me with the back of my brain. My whole focus was on her. “Lilith. Talk to me? What happened?”

I shot up from my seat, putting the phone on speaker and signaling the team to listen. “Aaron… they have found me. What do I do now? I locked the door, but that’s not gonna stop them.” Her voice now sounding even more scared. I took a deep breath, trying my best to stay calm to not scare her further. The team around me watched me with horror in their eyes. Morgan already on his feet, eyeing the door. A loud crack in the background made her shriek and it took me everything not to yell. “Go to the closet. There is a baseball bat in there, take it.” I heard rustling and her rigid breathing, but no answer. Than another loud noise rang through the phone.

I could only imagine, that they managed to break through the door. A muffled thut was soon followed by a man yelling and a small smirk crossed my face, but that soon was wiped away, when I hear her scream in pain. I shot out of my seat, calling out for her but she didn’t answer and suddenly it was silent.

“See? Its not that hard, to stop fighting, darling. Tell me, is this your boyfriend you are calling?” A male voice that sounded familiar, but I didn’t quite recognize said. Lilith answered with an angry “Fuck you!” And another cry of pain and another man chuckled in the background. “Let her go you fucking asshole!” I growled into the phone, but I just earned a dry laugh: “Tell me, are you Lilith Thatcher? The girlfriend of Agent Aaron Hotchner?” He didn’t even bother to acknowledge I was talking to him.

Lilith didn’t say anything, a low groan was being heard, before I could hear the sharp sound of a slap and her scream ringing through my ear. “Look at that Aaron.” The man on the phone taunted. “Your girl is a fighter. We are going to have some great fun with her.” I was now yelling into the phone: “Leave her alone! She has nothing to do with it! Its me you want? So, man up and go the fuck for me!” But my yelling was ignored: “I will send you a wonderful picture of your girl, Aaron. She just looks far too lovely in her pajamas to not offer you one last look.” Then he ended the call.

Seconds later I received a message from Lilith and when I opened it, I nearly dropped the phone. She was kneeling on the ground, a gun to her head and another man forcing her to look into the camera. I could see her face was tear stained, but the look in her eyes was full of hatred and anger. Then my eyes wandered over the rest of her and I closed my eyes. She wore nothing but one of my shirts and a black lacy thong. I shut off the phone, shoving it into my pocket and running down the hallway towards the elevator. Behind me, I could hear the team following, Morgan calling Garcia to get her onto the traffic cameras around my home.

Pov Lilith:

After they had taken my picture, I was knocked out. The next thing I saw was a run-down room. The wallpaper, starting to roll from the walls, dust and dirt in every corner. A window with shutters and curtains to the left of me, a table and two more chairs to the right of me. In front of me was a door and a tripod with a camera on top of it. Then I looked down on me. My wrists were bound to the arms of the chair but the rest of my body was free. Maybe I could get rid of the rope around my wrists with my mouth…

But my thoughts were suddenly interrupted, when the door sprung open and the two men came in. This time they didn’t wear masks. And having seen enough crime shows, I knew that that probably meant they were going to kill me after they got what they wanted. Both were roughly 6ft tall, one dark haired, the other blond. The blond one slightly resembling Alexander Ludwig from the Vikings while the other could be the uglier younger brother of Gary Oldman. “Look at that, sleeping beauty finally decided to wake up.” Oldman said, a smirk on his lips.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have hit me that hard.” I growled, eyeing him up and down. He just chuckled even more, the smile on his face turning from arrogant to intrigued. “Still a little biter, I see. But don’t worry we will put that mouth of yours to good use.” He nodded towards the camera. “Any you know whats even better? Your big man is going to have a front row seat right from his living room.” Turning the laptop underneath the tripod around, I could see Hotch and the team standing in the living room. Suddenly turning around looking at me. “Let the show begin.” Oldman said, clearly not worried about his face being on camera, he stepped behind me.

“I always imagined someone being called Lilith would have raven black hair, but I guess this dark purple is almost as fitting.” He chimed, taking a strand of my hair between his fingers. I took my chance snapping my teeth at his hand, missing his fingers by mere millimeters. A sharp sting shot through my head, when he tugged me by my hair, forcing me to look up at him. “I would be very careful of your next move, you bitch. Otherwise, I will stuff that pretty mouth of yours.”

“He is going to kill you!” I hissed, fighting hard against the tears starting to form in my eyes at the pain. Oldman just laughed. “Oh yes. He might want to, when I am finished with you. But guess what? He wont find me. The only thing he will ever find of this is your body and depending on how good you cooperate he wont need to get a DNA check to identify you.”

“They have seen your face. They will find you and your fucking friend. All that macho man you are showing right now will be out of the window the second Aaron gets you.” I growled, not taking my eyes off the man above me. He just tilted my head forward, forcing me to look into the camera. “You have a pretty high opinion on your boyfriend. A shame we have to take you away from him for what he did. Any last words to him? Because from now on, all he will hear is your scream. So much that he will never forget it.”

I looked at the camera, not able to move my head. Closing my eyes, I pressed out. “Go to hell you motherfucking son of a bitch.” Then I opened my eyes again. “Kill him, Aaron.”

Pov Aaron:

The second I entered my home; I rushed through the apartment and into the bedroom. My heart starting to beat regularly, when I saw no blood on the floor and no signs of a struggle. They apparently did not cause her any pain or injury. Morgan was only steps behind me, but I didn’t really process his presence. Kneeling on the floor, I packed Liliths phone into an evidence bag, starting to search through my own bedroom, while Morgan did the same. It was awkward having a good friend and coworker take apart my drawers and closet, but I forced down the feeling, knowing it was to get her back.

Morgan chuckling inside the walk-in closet made me turn my head. “Put that drawer back.” I ordered, not needing to turn around to know what he found. “Looks like she keeps you busy even outside of work…” Morgan teased with an audible grin and I had to fight hard not to lash out at him. “Morgan, I swear, put it back…” But it was already too late. A gasp made me sigh and step next to him. Without any comment, I took the whip he held out of his hand and hung it back to its place. Then I shoved the ropes and toys back into the drawer, closing it with an annoyed look on my face. “One word and I will personally make you switch units.”

Nodding with a gulp, Morgan stepped out of the closet and I followed him back into the living room. The team had already checked the rest of the apartment, now standing in a circle in my living room. All of the sudden my TV turned on and I spun around. And what I saw made my blood boil and freeze at the same time. Lilith was bound to a chair inside a shaggy room. There were no windows or anything in sight that could have helped identifying where she was being held. I snapped my fingers, but Morgan was already on the phone, telling Garcia to track back the livestream.

“Let the show begin.” The voice that spoke to me earlier said, clearly not worried about his face being on camera, he stepped behind Lilith. Garcia was suddenly in my ear, Morgan holding his phone to my ear. “I cant track it. Its routed over to many servers, jumping signals left and right.” She sounded desperate, but I ignored her voice, completely focused on what I saw. Stepping closer to the TV I just stood there staring in shock at what was broadcasted.

“I always imagined someone being called Lilith would have raven black hair, but I guess this dark purple is almost as fitting.” The man behind my girl chimed, taking a strand of her hair between his fingers. Lilith took her chance snapping her teeth at his hand, missing his fingers by mere millimeters. He pulled back his hand, tugging her by her hair, forcing her to look up at him. “I would be very careful of your next move, you bitch. Otherwise, I will stuff that pretty mouth of yours.”

“He is going to kill you!” Lilith hissed, earning just a laugh. “Oh yes. He might want to, when I am finished with you. But guess what? He wont find me. The only thing he will ever find of this, is your body and depending on how good you cooperate, he wont need to get a DNA check to identify you.”

“They have seen your face. They will find you and your fucking friend. All that macho man you are showing right now will be out of the window the second Aaron gets you.” Lilith growled, not taking her eyes off the man above her. I was both proud and scared at the same time, seeing her stand up against her kidnapper. I knew that based on his desperate need to mock me, that the longer she fought back and gave him a reason to hurt me more, the longer she would live. But at what cost…

“You have a pretty high opinion on your boyfriend. A shame we have to take you away from him for what he did. Any last words to him? Because from now on, all he will hear is your scream. So much that he will never forget it.” The man said, looking me directly in the eyes, forcing Lilith to do the same. She closed her eyes “Go to hell you motherfucking son of a bitch.” Then she opened them again. “Kill him, Aaron.”

That sentence jump started me into action. I turned to my team, clenching my jaw at the blood hurtling scream behind me. “Garcia, I want you to check out every database for that man. Find him and his friend. Reid, I want you to go back and make a list of all the places they could have taken her. Morgan you will try to figure out how they got in and around the alarm system. The rest comes with me. I need you to help me work through all the cases I ever worked on. That man is in there I know it.”

As soon as I stopped talking, everyone jumped into action. JJ, Emily, Rossi, Reid and me raced down the stairs, spreading on two cars leaving one behind for Morgan and speeding back to the bureau. As soon as the car was in park, I jumped out, running for the elevator again. The others hot on my heels.

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Not Just A Girl - Chapter 14 // Jason Sudeikis x Reader

Sitting on the bed in the new room the hotel has shuffled you to, you can’t seem to look away from the preliminary list of your destroyed belongings. Memorabilia, gifts from friends and family, pretty much your entire wardrobe – nothing had been safe from the person or persons who had found a way into your hotel room. At least you still had the few items you’d taken with you on your trip to see Jason.

Jason!! With everything that had happened you’d forgotten to call him. At least the phone has been charging while you were talking with Todd, Charlie, and the police. You tap the icon to call him and wait for an answer, startled by the garbled hello before you remember that for him it is the middle of the night. No wonder you were so weary. God if you were just still there, in bed sleeping rather than sitting there on the edge of an emotional tailspin. “Hey – oh. I’m sorry. Go back to sleep.”

“Hey Baby. Hang on.” You hear the rustle of movement and him clearing his throat before speaking again, “I thought you were going to call after landing?”

You have to physically turn yourself away from the itemized list that the police had given you a copy of… the page was full of words. Words… items… things. They were all just things. Things can be replaced. “No…” You are betrayed by the unsteadiness of your voice. You sigh when you see the video chat request pop up on screen. “Jase, can’t we just talk? I look like shit. I haven’t really slept since I was there with you. And I really need a shower.”

“Answer, please.”

You close your eyes and shake your head before relenting and watching him moving to sit up in his bed. Seeing his bare chest stirs both longing and guilt. “God, I should have waited to call. I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“You can wake me anytime you want. I figured you had fallen asleep as soon as you got back.” He is almost playful, almost. He knows something is wrong. He narrows his eyes at you, “So – what happened? Your last text said the flight was going well.”

Everything had been going well. Even the trip from the airport to the hotel was even a decent one, aside from the caffeine jitters you’d inflicted upon yourself. He listens as you explain the security guards bursting into the weight room where you had been running on a treadmill, all the way until you relayed Charlie’s conversation with his security team and then suddenly Jason is in motion. You haven’t even gotten to the part that freaked you out the most about the whole thing. You pause your narration to watch him. “What are you doing?”

He had tossed the phone down and out of the corner of the screen you can see he is pulling on a pair of slacks. He pauses to come back into view and blink at you as though it were completely obvious. “Catching the next flight.”

“Oh, Jason.”

He’s holding his slacks loose at his hips and frowning down at his phone, thereby you. “If they’re worried about your safety I’m worried about your safety.”

“For all they know at this point it could have happened anytime during the week. While I was sitting there Charlie said he could only find key access codes for Todd going into the room and then the hotel staff to clean.” You’re trying to keep your voice steady while you speak. Maintain control. You can do this.

Jason cocks his head to the side, “It? Cleaning staff? Ok you need to explain further. You’re not talking about another fan or paparazzi incident…” He picks up the phone and perches on the edge of the bed with his trousers still undone.

“Evidently…” you don’t like how that sounded so you try the word again. “Evidently while I was there with you, someone broke into my room here at the hotel and trashed, well, everything.” You pick up the paper and hold it up so he can see the filled page. “The things in the safe – scripts mainly – survived but… God Jason, they shredded or smashed everything they could get their hands on.”

He drops the phone again and messes with his zipper and button so he can continue getting dressed. “I’m coming there.”

If Jason makes the trip to LA it will be the reverse of the situation that the pair of you were in while in London. You would be going in to work every day and he would be waiting for your return. You attempt a smile and try to feed him the same words that don’t quite appease your own feelings regarding the loss, “It’s … it’s just things. I’ll be in the new place tomorrow. Moving will be… easier? Nothing really to carry now, just the stuff I had with me there. As much as I would love seeing you so soon I don’t want you to drop everything. I couldn’t ask that of you. You have your work to concentrate on and I have mine.”

Jason sits back down on the bed, half-clad, and scoops the phone up into his hands again, “If I can’t come to the rescue then what use can I be?”

You continue to try push aside the side of you that wants to despair over your material losses. Focus on the good in your life right now. Focus on Jason. “Well if you refuse to go back to sleep –”

He cuts your sentence off with an adamant, “I do.”

You can feel the corners of your mouth briefly try to twitch into a smile. You may still be feeling angry and violated along with the sorrow over the loss, but Jason has the ability – even at a great physical distance – to lift your spirits. “I guess, talk with me? Now that you know about my wonderful day, how was yours?” You remove the list of destroyed items from your field of vision before you get comfortable in the overstuffed chair near the bed. You place the list atop the dresser and put your bag on it for good measure. Out of sight out of mind.

He yawns as he situates himself so that he can lean back on the headboard of his bed. “Well, I have a confession. Until recently I’ve had a beautiful woman in my bed.”

You roll your eyes, “Oh?”

Absently he is running one of his hands under his chin and down over his Adam’s apple. The light casts some interesting shadows over his bare chest. “The bed feels a little too big, a little too empty now.”

“All the more room to spread out.” The mental image of him throwing his legs and arms out to try to fill up the bed flashes in your head. Log that away to giggle at later. “I wish I was there.”

Jason is the voice of reassurance and reason, which was the point of calling him. “Staying here wouldn’t have changed what happened to your things. Ignoring what you went back to, it’s a good thing you went back today. Shooting went long. Since you weren’t here to come back to I stayed to greet the fans that had been waiting. I was so exhausted I fell into bed the moment I got home. If you had stayed, it would have been another long day spent with Ivan or Bruno.” He pauses, “You didn’t have to do the wash, you know.”

“It was the least I could do. Besides, we’d already restocked your groceries.” You had only washed the linens. It was just something that had kept you occupied while you waited to go to the airport. It seems like ages ago rather than just a few hours.

“True enough. Do you want me to see if we can get Ivan or Bruno to come there? You like them right? No complaints?” Mercifully he has stopped massaging his throat to hold his hand out palm up while he makes the suggestion.

“Jason, they’re contracted to protect you, not me. Todd and I will figure something out. He’s probably already got someone ready and waiting.” He leans forward while you are talking causing the shadows on his body to migrate. Ok enough of that. “Lord, Jason you need to go put on more clothes.”

He counters your statement, his words accompanied by a wry smile. “You need to take off more clothes. I was in bed, asleep. And be fair, I was trying to earlier and you stopped me.” Despite the emotional wounds of the day you laugh, and when you do Jason nods approvingly. “That’s more like it. Now, before you say no outright - remember you’ve told me I can’t fly there and be your white knight. What can I have delivered to your place?”

“Jason…”

He shrugs, “Fine. It’ll be a surprise then.”

You place your free hand over your eyes then drop it down to cover your yawn which delays your reply. “Please don’t.” His frustrated expression makes you amend your words, “Something small, if you must, but let me get there and sorted first, please. I think Dad was going to have one of his guys make something – a coffee table, something functional at least.” You shake your head, “After the read through I’ll…” Jason looks like he is about to fall asleep. You smile at the image you hold in your hand of the overly exhausted man that you adore. “Hey – I’m going to go.” He immediately tries to blink himself awake to protest. You talk over him, “I need to shower still and get some sleep so I’ll be able to read the words on the page tomorrow. Go back to sleep, if you have time.”

He relents which is a sign in and of itself that he needs to sleep. “Alright. Goodnight darling.”

“I –” you stutter your sentence before going a different route, “I’ll call you and show you the place once I’m able. Goodnight.” After ending the call you sit there and stare at your phone. You’re not quite sure how you feel about the fact that your mood can change so drastically depending on him. You’re too exhausted to try to analyze that at the moment though. He had made you laugh, which you desperately needed, and by trying to reassure him you were okay you had partially reassured yourself.

The things you had lost were only precious to you because of the memories you associated with them. This was a survivable event.

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A text from Todd wakes you. Dropping something off and then coming to pick you up and give you the keys to the new place. He probably would have called if he wasn’t still so mad at you for staying the extra night at the hotel. He’ll get over it – eventually – maybe. There’s also a message from Jason waiting for you: Good morning gorgeous. The boys and I ran sprints in the park. It isn’t the same without your laughter pushing us on. Let me know when and I’ll try to be available for the virtual tour of the new place. Back to the long distance relationship routine – it’ll be difficult but you vow to make it work.

While lying there in bed you tap out a response: It’ll probably be late for you babe. You frown at the term of endearment – He calls you sweetheart and darling, why does it sound so odd for you to try a pet name with him? You backspace before continuing on. It’ll probably be late for you but consider it a date. Sorry for waking you last night. I hope you were able to get enough sleep – I’ll make it up to you, promise.

The next thing that draws your attention is how hungry you are. It is no wonder – you’d showered and gone right to bed after talking to Jason and had slept through the night until the text from Todd had woken you. Todd’s timetable probably gives you exactly enough time to shower and run down to eat something before he gets to the hotel. The moment you step out of the elevator you find Charlie waiting. He probably saw you on the elevator security feed. It’s a little strange, but nice to have his company while you eat – and Todd seems pleased by it when he wanders in. Todd doesn’t mention anything about having personal security and you have no plans on bringing it up.

There has been a slow trickle of messages arriving on your phone all morning with people talking about the break in at the hotel. How sorry they are, if you need anything, how much they miss you. For the last bit of breakfast Todd kept his head down, reading things on his tablet, rather than chat with you – a clear signal that he’s still miffed. He’s still doing it in the car so you resist talking to him, but when the tenth friend from the theater back home sends you a text you risk breaking the frosty silence. “Did you happen to call either of my parents to tell them about the break in?”

Todd has your stack of scripts balanced on his lap with his tablet resting atop the pile. He knits his eyebrows together when he look up at you, “No – I thought you would handle that.”

You bite your lip, “I fell asleep.” Glancing down at your phone you frown, “That’s – weird then. How does everyone at the theater already know?”

You hadn’t even finished the question and Todd’s fingers were tapping out a sequence on his tablet. He huffs under his breath and starts to pull out his phone. “Somebody leaked photos of the mess.”

Excellent. Looks of pity and gossip to start your second feature film. Maybe it would have been better to have accepted your award and just gone back home. At least your award hadn’t been among the things destroyed – your father already had it, locked away safe and sound. Todd spends the rest of the ride exchanging heated words with various people on the phone.

It is almost a relief to be out of the car and alone in your apartment. Almost. Being alone in your apartment just amplifies how empty it is, and how little you had left to bring with you. You don’t have long to dwell on any of it. You need to be at work to read through the acts that have been set – as well as plan out any training that needs to take place. The only real battle you can see is the training that might need to be required for the car crash scene – and if they’ll let you do any of the stunts.

You toss your luggage into the one stick of furniture you had in the house – a comfy chair sent by your mother. It only takes a second to dig your ipod out of your now well used shoulder bag. You have enough time that you can walk a few blocks before needing to hail a taxi. It’ll be interesting to see what the neighborhood looks like while it is still early in the morning. You’d seen the apartment later in the day when you were house hunting.

You’ve picked an upbeat playlist to help to boost your confidence. Perhaps not the best choice because of how jumpy you are with the combination of the events of last night plus the ever lovely jet lag, but it helps distract from your nerves a bit. You landed the job, yay. That means Mia is yours to screw up. Today is just a simple read-through with the cast. Maybe you should have stayed holed up in the hotel scouring the material for every nuance so you’d feel better prepared. Oh but the short visit had been completely worth it. Just thinking about Jason has your heart doing flips within your chest.

A hand clamps down on your wrist and spins you around on the sidewalk. Your training for All Your Monsters kicks in and your muscle memory helps you to break the hold the man has on your wrist. The action pulls your headphones from your ears. Should you call for help? Rush back to your place? Try to run from him? Hold your ground? Why was the sidewalk deserted right now? The man immediately takes a few steps back and holds his hands up before him, palms towards you. “Woah woah – Todd said to watch out in how I approached but you were rushing away from me. I take it Todd didn’t tell you to expect me.”

You are careful to keep yourself at a distance. Just because this guy claims Todd sent him doesn’t make it true. “That would be a no.”

“Wait. Just wait. I’ll call him.” He keeps one hand directed at you as though telling you to halt while he digs his phone out of his pocket. He waits for an answer before speaking into the phone, “Todd? It’s Richard. So um, can you talk to your girl here before she tries to break my hand again?” He chortles at the response on the other end before holding the phone out to you.

You cautiously pluck the phone from his fingers and step back beyond the man – Richard’s – reach again. “Todd?”

“Sorry, I was so caught up with the release of those photos that I forgot to tell you about Richard. Meet your new bodyguard.” Todd sounds much calmer than he had in the car with you earlier, probably exhausted after yelling so much in the past half-a-day.

You eye Richard. He is rubbing the tendons in his hand while watching you talk on the phone. You frown and look out at the street. “I thought we were going to discuss this first.”

Todd barks out a laugh, “After yesterday? The only discussion will be if we are content with just one or we need to add another to your detail.”

He has a point, but you are still feeling petulant. “Well, fuck.”

“Language. Now – enjoy the day. Call me if you need to.”

You hand Richard his phone back. “Um well, sorry about your hand?”

He laughs it off while pocketing his phone again. “Don’t worry about it. Tell me that’s not the way you interact with fans.”

That really wouldn’t look good. You’re not exactly being chased down the street right now though, Richard aside. “Nobody has ever grabbed me like that actually.” You spot a taxi and start to flag it down.

“Good to know you know some basic self-defense techniques.” He waves the taxi driver off, “I’ve got a car. Parking was a pain but I’m talking to your landlord about that.” The pair of you don’t talk much in the car on the ride in. It isn’t until you’re in the building that he starts up the conversation again, “We’re going to need to discuss your routine, public appearances…”

“There’s my Mia.” Brett's interruption makes you smile.

You turn to see your costar and take in his appearance. “Hello Brett.” You momentarily tilt your head to your side to indicate your new bodyguard, “Brett, Richard. Richard, Brett.”

After greeting each other Brett settles his attention on you. “Did you enjoy your time in London with Jason?" His eyes sparkle when he questions you which makes you think he already knows the answer. How the hell much do they talk about concerning you?

"Very much. It’s beautiful there." You can feel a flush rising as you reply.

“And then you came back to… Sorry about your things.” He has fallen into step beside you with Richard following close behind.

You nod to acknowledge his statement. “Did Jason tell you or did you see the photos this morning?”

Benedict blinks, “Photos? I heard about it from Jason – oh and I’ve been told to remind you to let him get you something.”

You roll your eyes and laugh as the three of you enter the room buzzing with people. “God that man. I should have hidden his wallet before I left, out of spite.” Your survey the small crowd mingling around the horseshoe of tables. These are the people that you’ll be acting alongside for the duration of the project. Hopefully everyone will get along. You pause the conversation to move away from Brett and say a quick hello around the room. It seems everyone has heard about the break in at the hotel. You’re starting to tire of repeating yourself. How many times can you say no really, I’m fine before people will believe you?

After you sit down Brett takes the seat next to you. “Hide his wallet?”

Richard motions to the row of chairs against the wall. Evidently he’s content to stare a hole in your back from afar. You nod in understanding before replying to Brett’s question. “Of course that isn’t something he would choose to share with you. He wanted to pay for everything all week and…”

“Ok looks like everyone is here. Or they’re late… Anyway, let’s get started with introductions.” You glance around the room – most of the cast is already sitting and waiting patiently. The one or two stragglers would hopefully show before it came time for them to introduce themselves to the group.

It is key that the audience becomes emotionally invested in the couple – if they don’t believe James and Mia are worthwhile then what is the point of the movie? They’ve changed the script from the original that you read for your audition to show how the characters met rather than merely reference it, and now the bit where you and Brett would be in bed together has been expanded. Joy.

You linger behind after the long day of reading is complete to test the waters regarding the stunts. Maybe they are already developing the mechanisms for the car crash scene. You’re no A list actor, surely they’ll at least consider letting you attempt some of the stunt work.

"No. No way. No. Are you out of your mind? There’s no way we’re putting you in that car for the crash sequence.” The director continues to shake his head the entire time he is talking to you.

Brett had started to leave the room but loops back to take part in the conversation. He must be interested in attempting the sequence as well. Brett put his hand on your shoulder, “She’s not saying she wants to be in the car when it flips.”

“Answer’s no guys.”

“Even if it flips slowly?” Brett gives your shoulder a light squeeze in warning. He’s right, continuing to push won’t help, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting to try. “Sorry, I know you’re just trying to protect us.”

This brings out a weary smile from the director. “Yes. Oh don’t look so disappointed. By the time we’re ready to film the car crash you’ll have spent so much time filming in the car you’ll be happy to let someone else be in the seat.”

The four of you leave the room, the director headed to parts of the building unknown while you, Brett, and Richard head for the exit. There’s still enough time in the day that you can at least go shopping to find a bed frame and mattress. The rest of the furniture for the place can wait until you’ve painted the walls.

Brett heads his own separate way leaving you and Richard alone to discuss the plans for the remainder of the day. The conversation has a few odd starts and stops as you walk to the car. Once you’re more familiar with each other that probably won’t happen as much. Right now you are each still trying to measure the reactions of the other. “Richard – is it ok if we take a detour rather than head straight back to the apartment?”

He is hesitant, “Dinner?”

“Well, that too. But I um, I need to go shopping?” Maybe if you sounded a little more confident in the request he wouldn’t be giving you such a skeptical look. “The only furniture I have in the apartment right now is a chair. I’m not saying I want to furnish the whole place tonight, I just need something to sleep on. Don’t worry I won’t ask you to help me put anything together.”

That promise to Richard is how you end up sitting in a pile of parts to a bed frame with Jason watching your progress with a great deal of amusement over a video call. “Sweetheart – why didn’t you just ask him to stay and help you?” He considers his own question and chuckles, “Silly question oh-stubborn-one. Ok, read it to me again?”

You wave the instructions around in the air towards where you have your phone propped up. “I’m tempted to just say fuck it and sleep on the mattress on the floor. I can follow directions. I swear! There must be a piece missing…” You’ve started to recount the parts that you’d pulled from the box, muttering while setting them aside once you’ve checked them off the list at the top of the instruction page.

“A vital piece.” From Jason's tone you can’t tell if he’s making fun of you or not. You look up with a small furrow forming between your eyebrows. He lets out a delighted laugh at your expression, “Me. I'm the vital piece. My flight would have landed hours ago. We would be sprawled out on your bed right now – you flipping through pages trying to concentrate – me doing everything in my power to distract you.”

“I… You never brought pages home while I was there.” You feel slightly stricken. “You should have told me I would have helped you run lines.”

Jason grins at you, “Three points. One: I love that you consider here home. Every time I hear you say that my heart sings. Two: I was fully prepared for the scenes this week, even before your arrival. And three: Ivan and Bruno might have enjoyed us staying in every night but I will never be one for passing up the opportunity to go out dancing with you.”

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