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bluecollarmcandtf · 27 days

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I Don't Believe in Hypnosis

When I was a boy, my father taught me how to work hard and provide for my family. Farming ain't for weaklings. It takes a man to do what I do, and this work has given me a hard head and thick skin. That's why I sure as hell wasn't scared of no Hypnotist last Friday night!

As I linger in the cornfield, finishing up a hard day's work, I recall what happened that night...

My wife, Annie, finally got me to take her to the Fair. She'd begged and begged until I'd agreed. My girl dolled herself up and put on her favorite dress. I knew I'd made the right choice when I saw her, looking like the thin, bubbly girl I'd courted back in high school.

Together, we climbed in my truck and drove towards the sparkling fairground. The place was alive with music and attractions. We rode every ride, and I'll admit I enjoyed getting out of the house with my girl.

Then Annie saw a sign for some weird hypnosis show. I had no idea what my wife was talking about, but she said she'd seen it in movies: the ability to control someone's mind with a swinging watch or some crap!

I told her it was dumb, but she flashed me her big baby blues and sidled up real close. I could never say no to her like that. With a tired groan, I followed her into the tent and sat down to watch the stupid show. The rest was a blur.

...that was a week ago, and I shouldn't dwell on it now that I'm done workin' for the day. Hopefully, Annie has supper is ready!

Entering the house, I don't see her in the kitchen. I'm a bit bothered because she's usually got it prepared by the time I come in, but then it strikes me! I remember why she's held up! How could I have forgotten our guest? I'll bet she's too busy handling him at the moment to cook my dinner. They're probably both still in the bedroom, if I had to guess.

I chuckle at my mistake and march to the back of the house, peering past the door into my bedroom. I was right! My wife's still under the covers with the Hypnotist. They're both too occupied to notice that I've come in, but I know how to wait.

Quietly as I can, I step over to the bedside and lower myself to my knees. There's not much else to do, so I just kneel on the hardwood and watch them go at it until they see me waiting.

It takes a few minutes but the Hypnotist eventually notices and gives me a roll of his eyes. "The hick is back," he groans while sliding off my wife's back, "Don't you have something else you could busy yourself with?"

"I just got done fertilizing the field," I answer back, trying not to be disgusted by all his sweat that's soaking into my bedsheets.

"Fertilizing?" he asks with a toothy grin, "No wonder you smell like shit."

I'm not too sure what to say back, so I just keep my mouth shut. He turns his attention back to my wife, leaving me with nothing to do but wait some more. I know he's a fraud, but I respect the Hypnotist greatly. Let me explain how I came to invite him over. Honestly, that memory's a bit hazy, but I'll try...

It happened after the show. In fact, the show must've been over awhile since all the chairs were empty aside from the one that held my beautiful wife. Next to her sat the Hypnotist, looking just as oily, pale, and chubby as he'd looked at the beginning of the show.

That was when I realized I was standing on the stage.

I didn't even remember standing up, let alone leaving my wife and going up to the front! Brushing off my worries, I approached the man leaning on Annie's shoulders. He stopped whispering in her ear and gave me a sly grin.

"Enjoying my wife?" I asked.

"Certainly, I can't believe a fine creature like this could end up with such a pig," the Hypnotist licked his lips as he stared at her dress, "Invite me to stay with you."

"Stay with us," I instinctively answered, extending a welcoming hand. The Hypnotist didn't shake it, but he did escort my wife out of the tent with fingers creeping down her back. After that, I drove them home. He's been holed up in my bedroom with Annie ever since!

"Go grab me a beer," he says, jerking me from my thoughts, "Hurry up!"

"Yup," I stumble to my feet and hustle to the kitchen. The Hypnotist has had me fetching his beer all week so I know how he likes it. Grabbing the last cold bottle in the fridge, I race back and drop to the floor with a bowed head. This is how he likes his drinks presented.

"Believe in hypnosis yet, farm-cuck?"

I snort. Of course I don't. "Hypnosis isn't real," I retort, keeping my eyes fixed on the floor until he tells me otherwise.

How could I ever believe in something like hypnosis? The power to control someone's head is something that only exists in cheap movies. I hate to say it, but I think my wife is a bit of a ditz for believing in such a thing. I mean, this guy's been living with me for a whole week and he still hasn't done anything to hypnotize me or Annie!

"So you don't mind when a real man sleeps with your wife?" he asks.

"You jokin?" I laugh at the stupid question, growling "I'd kill any asshole who tried!"

"... but?"

"...but obviously you can do anything you want to my wife. You have more of a right to her than I do!" I add frankly.

"That's right," he snickers back, sneering down at me from the bed, "Pour that beer on yourself."

Without hesitation, I grab the beer and step back, popping the cap and raising the bottle high over my head. The ice cold liquid sends shivers down my spine, but I empty the bottle over my head anyway while the supposed Hypnotist howls in laughter.

I shiver at the feeling of cold beer soaking into my clothes, leaving a sticky layer of beer residue against my skin; not to mention the puddle sinking into the floorboards around my feet. Obviously, I'm uncomfortable and embarrassed, but I put the bottle down, satisfied by a job well-done.

"Are all country bumpkins as dumb as you?" he laughs.

"I'm not a country bumpkin," I snort with a clenched jaw.

"Yeah you are," the Hypnotist sneers back, "Remember? Tell me you're a country bumpkin."

Suddenly, it dawns on me that he has a point. I hate to say it, but I suppose I am exactly what he's saying. "I'm a country bumpkin," I agree.

"I knew I'd convince you," he snickers, "Now let me finish on your wife. Face the wall and listen to how a real man handles a woman."

"Ok," I answer reluctantly, turning around and leaning my head against the wall. I have no idea how I'm supposed to feel about this. I mean, here I am soaked in beer and hungry for my wife to cook me supper, and this jerk wants me to wait? I want to be mad; I should be mad, but for some reason I just don't mind. Even as Annie starts moaning louder and louder, I can't help but respect the guy. I mean, he's my guest so I want to keep him happy. Part of me is honestly just relieved that he's enjoying himself and showing Annie a good time while at it. She's obviously enjoying it.

They go on for another hour or so, and each time Annie squeals, my stomach lurches at the thought of him doing a better job than me. I just stare at the paint peeling off the wall and try not to picture what's actually going on.

"Alright, cowboy," I hear a tired voice pant from behind, "I'm done for now. Turn around."

I keep my eyes averted, but I can't ignore how out-of-breath the Hypnotist has become. What's even more disturbing is the brief glance I get at my wife, seeing the dumb smile stretched across her face. She's grinning like her entire world has been rocked, and she doesn't even bother to look in my direction!

My stomach growls under my shirt, "Do you think Annie could make some dinner...?" I ask quietly.

He shakes his head in disbelief, "Sure! Get up whore!," he smacks her on the ass, "Go make me some food."

My girl giggles and climbs out of bed, completely unashamed to be called a whore or walking around the house naked, scurrying to the kitchen. My heart sinks.

"Sorry son, she's cooking my dinner right now."

"But I just spent all day tilling and-"

"Don't speak!"

My mouth snaps shut, and my knuckles clench! How am I supposed to till the fields all day and come home to no food on the table? I'm the one who keeps a roof over our heads! Even still, I take a deep breath and relax.

The Hypnotist is right. I'll wait.

"Listen to me, hillbilly Joe. You're going to go to the store and buy me some more beer," I sigh, thinking about how dark it's getting, "Don't take the car. You'll run. Sitting on a tractor all day is giving you a pudgy gut!"

The Hypnotist gives my aching stomach a couple slaps before continuing his instructions. I can't help but notice his own belly flabs jiggling with every move. "Oh and while you're there, I want you to make a huge scene, heein' and hawin' like the dirty mule you are. If anyone gives you trouble, you'll piss yourself, and get on your hands and knees, licking their boots like the beta-cuck you are. Got it, bitch?"

Stunned, I freeze for a second as it all sinks in. I don't know why on earth I'd do all that, but in a daze, my feet lead me out the door and start jogging the first of several miles into town.

"Eeeeh-HAAAaaw!"

My voice breaks as I enter the store, shoutin' my presence with the most obnoxious donkey bray I can muster. My throat is raw and my lungs are aching. Running seven miles to the nearest store was a lot more difficult than the Hypnotist made sound, but hopefully it shed some pounds off that gut of mine. I'd never noticed it before, but I can tell I need to lose some weight! My already beer-soaked clothes are now even more wet and ripe with sweat.

"HEEeeee..." my voice catches as I notice a couple store employees staring at me. They're giving me dirty looks, but I'm here on a mission! "eeEeEH-HaaAaAAuW!" I bellow!

I stumble towards the back of the store, where they keep all the drinks. My legs feel like jelly, so I'm limping pretty bad. I realize I must look insane or drunk, but I'm just getting some beer for my guest! He needs beer! I grab the first case I see, scooping it up in my arms with another ridiculously loud cry of a mule.

Turning, I run face to face into a cop.

"You been drinkin' tonight, bud?" he gives me an unamused look.

I let the case of beer tumble to the floor. This guy is the deputy sheriff. Our town is small enough for everyone to know everyone, so I've chatted with him and his wife a few times. He's always seemed like a real stand-up man, and over the years, I've managed to get him to give me a casual nod whenever we pass.

"hheee-haawWH!" I throat brays in his face.

A warm feeling spreads through my crotch, and I remember what the Hypnotist told me back at the house. I'm pissing straight into my jeans. My cheeks flush red, but I don't move or try to hide it. Somehow, I know this guy is supposed to see this happen to me. It's like this is all a performance, and I'm the world's greatest actor!

I know what to do next. For the third time tonight, I fall to my hands and knees, staring up at the appalled cop with a gaping mouth and heavy breath. This position is feeling more and more comfortable, as the night goes on.

Without warning, I slam my mouth on his standard boots, extending my tongue and lathering it against the dusty black leather.

The deputy kicks me back and glares down. "Come on, man!" he growls, "You like making my job more difficult than it is? If you want to get piss drunk, do it at home!" He grabs me by the collar and drags me to my feet. "You're better than this! Think of that pretty little wife you've got waiting for you at home!"

His words hurt, but only leave me more confused. I'm not drunk! I wanted to do this, right? Why else would I have pissed myself and licked his shoes? Getting another glance at the officer's disappointed stare, makes my shoulders cringe out of embarrassment. I decide it's best to just keep my mouth shut as he pushes me past the place's staff and kicks me out of the building.

When I come to my senses, I make sure to apologize. He just frowns and tells me to get in his cruiser. Thank the Lord he's driving me back home. I think I would've passed out on the side of the road if I tried to run back.

We don't talk much while the cop drives. I mostly just sit in the back and stew on what I'd just done. The smell of piss, sweat, and beer makes my empty stomach churn. Why had my guest asked me to do this? Why had I even agreed? This entire outing had been a nightmare! That damned Hypnotist can't tell me what to do! When I get home I'll give that phony a piece of my mind.

"You find it hilarious," the Hypnotist says, and all of the sudden, I can't stop laughing!

I was ready to punch that fat ugly freak, but he has a point! Thinking back, I don't know why I'd been upset: it was hilarious! I was a complete fool! Just thinking about the disgusted looks of those employees made me fold over cackling. And that cop! He seemed more disappointed than anything! Laughing, I can feel the wetness where I'd pissed myself, sending me into another wave of hysterics! It'd disgusted me before, but now the humiliation of it all was just so damned funny!

"That was a good one," I wheeze, whipping a tear from my eye.

The man chuckles at me, taking a bite of the steak my wife is serving him in bed, "Laugh at your pathetic excuse for a husband, tits."

Annie stops feeding bites of steak into his mouth and looks at me for the first time tonight. Without hesitation, she bursts into laughter at the sight of me. I chuckle along with her, though the feeling of amusement is starting to wear off.

"Alright, now go sleep in the barn with the cattle, dumbass!" the Hypnotist mocks, "Your wife is going to massage me to sleep."

"Ok," I mutter, barely even maintaining a smile at this point.

I'll admit that I'm sorta glad to leave. Standing there while he and my wife just laughed felt wrong for some reason. As I trudge through the mud on the way to the barn, I see the glow of morning on the horizon. Soon, the rooster will crow and the cattle will be mooing up a storm, so I don't know how I'm gonna rest.

Food-deprived, sleep-deprived, cold, wet, and sweaty, I slump down in the old wood barn. As famished as I am, even the leftover slop in the trough is smelling good. I brush off the idea, and curl up in the mud with the cows. My clothes are too soiled to bother with cleanliness, so I ignore the flies and manure.

I pray sleep will find me quick. If that Hypnotist could actually do anything, I'd have him hypnotize me to sleep. It's too bad hypnosis isn't real. Even if it were, I doubt it'd work on a salt-of-the-earth man like me!

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mcflymemes · 11 days

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AS SAID BY GARRUS VAKARIAN, updated version * assorted dialogue from the mass effect trilogy, adjust as necessary

i can't find any hard evidence.

good luck, [name]. maybe they'll listen to you.

i'm coming with you.

sometimes it feels like the rules are only there to stop me from doing my work.

i just couldn't take it anymore.

maybe i can get the job done my way for a change.

if you're wrong, we'll pay for it. but if you're right, and we did nothing, i think we'd regret it a whole lot more.

i thought you were dead.

it sure is good to see a friendly face.

at least it's not hard to find criminals here. all i have to do is point my gun and shoot.

my feelings got in the way of my better judgement.

i'll make you a deal. you get me out of here alive, and i'll tell you the whole damn thing.

nobody would give me a mirror. how bad is it?

don't make me laugh, damn it.

some women find facial scars attractive.

i'm fit for duty whenever you need me.

when i got to the meeting point, no one was there.

kill you? no. but i don't mind slowing you down a little.

what do you want from me, [name]?

i know you want to talk about this... but i don't. not yet.

it's so much easier to see the world in black and white. gray... i don't know what to do with gray.

my instincts are what got me into this mess.

never knew you had a weakness for men with scars.

well, why the hell not? there's nobody in this galaxy i respect more than you.

if we can figure out a way to make it work, then... yeah. definitely.

you're about the only friend i've got left in this screwed-up galaxy.

you don't ever have to worry about making me uncomfortable. nervous, yes... but never uncomfortable.

i brought wine.

your hair looks... good. and your waist is... very supportive.

hopefully that's not offensive in human culture.

i want something to go right. just once.

think you can win this thing, [name]?

i'm pretty sure we'll still need giant guns... and lots of them.

so... is this the part where we shake hands?

the scars are starting to fade. i remember they drove you wild.

i've been doing some more research on human customs.

glad to know my romantic skills made an impression.

let's not go there.

i can afford the good stuff.

what about you? i'm starting to see some wear and tear.

don't forget to come up for air. and not just because all these people need you. because i need you.

if you're suggesting i'm scared... game on.

still trying to make me blush, huh?

i'd be lying if i said i didn't hope it would inspire a certain... mood.

it seemed like you needed time to... figure us out.

the worst part about the galaxy going to hell would've been never getting to see you again.

not saying you don't know how to handle a gun. just saying some of us know how to make it dance.

i've actually seen you dance. no comment.

i know there are other things you're good at.

probably not a lot of air in here. an hour if we're lucky.

so tell me. think a girl would fall for that?

it gets even better when you try it in bed.

you don't lack for places to get lost.

did we break anything last night?

you'll find a way to win. and when this is over, i'll be waiting for you.

if this thing goes sideways and we both end up there... meet me at the bar. i'm buying.

forgive the insubordination, but your boyfriend has an order for you.

come back alive. it'd be an awfully empty galaxy without you.

we're in this 'til the end.

we didn’t kill these people. and we’re going to shut down the bastards who did.

looks like we’ve got a siege on our hand.

if anyone needs fresh clips or a bathroom break, now’s the time.

oh crap!

guess he didn’t like the food.

looks like we got the jump.

pretty extreme, but those were desperate times.

we won’t get a second chance.

that was me, sorry.

nothing like being stranded.

we’ll do more than that.

just the usual minor flesh wound.

what would these people have done if we hadn’t shown up?

i was there when you two had your thing, remember? just get a room and work it out.

stay angry. we’ll need it to get through this.

drinks will be on me.

one of my favorite places to fight!

i’m hard to kill. you should know that.

it’s gonna be bad all over.

for whatever it’s worth, i’m with you.

you’ve waited long enough for this day.

just wait ‘til this war is over.

you came along and warmed my heart with your winning personality.

maybe you’d like to go work for them instead?

how do i not have one of those?

surprise on our side for once. i like it.

brutal, but it makes a certain kind of sense.

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wonder-kid-pugh · 10 months

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Falling for me... literally? - Alessia Russo x reader

It wasn't a secret that off the football pitch Alessia wasn't the most graceful person. Hell even on the pitch Alessia struggled to stay on her feet the entire time.

It was a running joke with the team that Alessia was quite possibly the clumsiest person alive. So the blonde did her best to prove her teammates wrong.

Although it didn't quite work out most of the time.

But overtime Alessia had made peace with it. As embarrassing as it was it was true. That despite her profession she wasn't the best on her feet. Even if she had accepted it, it didn't mean that she sometimes hated that fact.

Especially now.

"Ella shut up!" Alessia groans as Ella continues to cackle beside her as they enter the hospital.

Ella tries to stop but it only turns to giggles instead. "I'm sorry" she says not really sounding sorry at all. But another grin over takes her face as she falls into laughter again. "I just can't wait for you to explain what happened".

Alessia blushes crimson as Ella bursts out laughing again gaining the attention of other people. Alessia ducked her head down not wanting to drag anymore attention to herself.

Alessia instead busiest herself with admitting her details all while trying to ignore Ella who continuously teased her.

Surprisingly they weren't waiting all that long before someone came and saw her.

Alessia was in the middle of rolling her eyes at her best friend as she poked more fun at her when someone flew into the room.

"Sorry about that" you apologize when you see how the blonde jumped at the sudden entry. Sending her a quick smile hoping it would help her calm down. "I'm still new here. Still trying to find my bearings".

But Alessia couldn't answer. She was too busy staring at how beautiful you looked.

She was jolted out of it by a swift elbow to her side from her teammate. Her face pinkened as she gave you a sheepish smile. "It's...It's fine".

You return it and Alessia swears that if she was hooked up to one of those heart monitors she would have been screwed. "Well what brings you here today?"

Alessia rolls her eyes contemplating hitting her friend when she hears her failing to hide her chuckles but instead settles for focusing on the pretty nurse in front of her.

But it seems she's saved from explaining when your eyes flicker up to her eyebrow.

"Mind if I take a look?" You ask as you get gloves on. Alessia nods quietly as you walk closer to her. Even with the blonde sitting down you were just barely at her height standing up. But you were thankfully able to get a clear look at her eyebrow coming level with her eyes.

Which you struggled to not pay attention when her blue orbs were fixed on you.

You kiss your teeth as you look at the small split right off her eyebrow. "Ouch what happened here?"

Alessia blushes furiously which she blames on the fact that Ella once again bursts our laughing instead of how gently your touching her face. "Um".

"She has an ongoing fued with gravity" Ella teases thinking that her best friend is currently flustered due to her teasing not the pretty girl checking out her split head. "Less can't seem to stay on her feet for long periods of time".

Alessia glares at the brunette hoping that it would shut her up. But she doesn't get the hint. She opens her mouth to tease the blonde some more but she's cut off by her phone ringing.

Ella takes out her phone and sends the striker a small smile. "Sorry it's Joe".

But Alessia waves her off almost as if relived for the reprieve. "It's okay go take it".

Ella looks over her almost as if to make sure it's okay before she ducks out of the room to answer the call.

"Sorry about her" Alessia sighs softly.

But you just chuckle as you shake her head. "Don't be" you reassure her as your raise an eyebrow at her, "we all have that one friend".

Alessia laughs and nods but immediately stops when pain shoots through her head and she winces.

You frown at the girl's visible pain. "So what really happened?" You ask as you focus back on the wound. Careful not to cause her anymore pain.

Alessia pursues her lips before sighing rubbing her hands on her thighs nervously.

"I..." Alessia starts but relents when you smile softly at her. "I tripped" she admits with a small shrug, "I tripped and I hit my head off the corner of the couch".

You raise an eyebrow at her, "So there's some truth behind what your friend was saying?"

Alessia blushes and lets out a small cough trying to deflect. But you just give her arm a gentle squeeze. "It's okay. It's cute" you wink and giggle when you see how red the blonde gets.

You give her a grin before going back to her wound. You were so focused on her wound that you didn't see how she looked at you. How it gave Alessia the perfect opportunity to check you out while you were so close and so focused on something else.

If you had been paying attention you would have noticed all of that. Especially how big her grin was when she saw how you had to go on your tippy toes at times.

"So how are you feeling?" You ask as your eyes flicker down to hers.

Alessia's eyes widened thinking she was caught but eventually stumbled back an answer. "oh uh...fine just a headache really". Almost as if to prove a point she winces once more as you gently prod a tender area.

You raise another eyebrow at her as she smiles sheepishly at being caught. "Okay and maybe a bit sore".

You hum as you look her over putting your hand to her forehead to check her temp as she was incredibly flush. "Any dizziness? Nausea?" But that just earned you a small head shake from the girl.

"How long ago was this?" You ask as you take off your gloves.

Alessia shrugs, "Not long. We came straight here cause Ella was worried about a concussion. And we weren't waiting long. So I'd say a little over an hour ago?"

You grin at her as you cross your arms and you lean back against the wall. "Yeah that was me. I saw you in the waiting room and said we better get you out of there before people realized who you were".

Alessia nearly chokes on air. "You know who I am?" Already blushing at the fact that the pretty girl knows who she is.

"Yeah my niece adores you guys". You give her a sly grin. "I brought her to some of the Euro games. We were there when you scored you backheel". You rolled your eyes lightly but judging by your smile it was playful, "After that my niece wouldn't shut up about you after that. So thanks for that".

Alessia bites the inside of her cheek but that doesn't nothing to stop the smile blooming on her face. "Sorry about that".

You shrug, "It's fine. I guess there's worst things to talk about than a pretty girl".

Alessia can't do anything but blush unable to say anything in fear of coming off like an idiot. But she's saved when Ella barges into the room again.

"So what's the verdict Doc?" She asks oblivious to the conversation she interrupted.

You give her an amused look before focusing back on the blonde. "Well it looks like you are very lucky Miss Russo". Your arms cross and Alessia has to force herself to focus on what your saying rather than how look they look in your scrub top. "You have no signs of concussion. And the wound isn't deep so that's good which means we could probably do strips rather than stitches".

Alessia nods along but it's Ella who answers. "That's great news Less". Alessia nods along thankful that it's not serious enough for her to miss the end of the season.

"Perfect. I'll get you sorted out and then you'll be good to go" you nod as you move around collecting what you need.

Ella throws her thumb over her shoulder, "I'll give Mark a call and update him".

Alessia nods and waves her off as the midfielder once again leaves.

Alessia once again fixates on you as you put back on gloves and begin to work on her wound. "So you came to the Euro's games?"

You smile your eyes flickering down to hers briefly before focusing back on the task at hand. "Yeah my niece it seems inherited my love for football and her mother doesn't see the appeal so I took her to the games".

"Unfortunately I was working for the final though so her mom had to take her" you sighed as you gently put on the first steri strip to hold the wound closed and allow it to heal. "But I got a blow by blow from my niece about how amazing the Lionesses were".

Alessia smiles seeing how you talk about your niece. "How old is she?"

You smile grows thinking of your niece, "Lucy is eight and in love with anything Football and will probably combust when she hears I met you today".

Alessia goes to nod but immediately stops when you tisk her and hold her head in place as to not disrupt her work. What you didn't notice was how you stopped her by cupping her face which immediately stopped Alessia in her tracks.

Alessia clears her throat as she tries to deflect from her definitely reddening face. "Who does she support? The blonde asks with a grin.

You pause briefly to grin amusedly at her, "Why are you going to ask for someone else to treat you if I say I'm a city fan?"

Alessia despite knowing (and also hoping) that you were joking can't help but play along. "Maybe" she says cheekily as she smiles at you.

You scoff but can't help but let the smile slip through as you pull off your gloves. "Well then. Too bad cause I'm already done".

You hold up a small mirror, "If you look closely I spelt out City in the strips".

Alessia rolls her eyes. "Haha very funny".

"I know I am" you quip back with a wink and a grin.

Before either one of you can continue your banter Ella enters the room again. "Well that's you all sorted out". You look at Alessia, "Someone will be by to tell you anything you need to know about looking after them for the next day or so. And they'll also get you sorted with all the discharge work".

Alessia nods and smiles at you losing all her words at that moment.

"Well I hope you have a nice evening and don't have anymore fights with a couch" you tease with earns a snort from Ella.

"No promises" Alessia quips back which shocks her friend but ignores it for the moment.

You smirk as you head to leave the room, "Good luck with the rest of your season".

Alessia bites her lip seeing your about to leave. But she needs to know. "Wait!" She starts which honestly scares her best friend not expecting it. She takes a breath as you stop and turn around in the doorway. "What club do you support?"

You shrug playfully crossing your arms once more as Alessia forces herself to keep focused on your eyes. "I am a fan of the Gunners" you say as Ella lets out a loud groan. But right before you leave you wink at her. "But I don't know. United have been looking pretty good recently".

And with that she leaves not notice the love sick look Alessia is left with as you walk away to carry on with your day.

Alessia can't help but stare after you hoping to catch another glimpse but it seems her best friend is focused on other things.

"What does she mean recently? We're always good!"

***

Two days.

It had been two days and you still consumed Alessia's mind. So much so that when she went back to the hospital under the guise that she just wanted to be sure she was fully fit to play again she couldn't help but ask for you.

Which she was only disappointed to hear that you weren't working today.

And thus her plan failed.

So for the past 2 days she has had to suffer Ella telling the entire team how she slipped and ended up going to the hospital and got flustered when she had to explain everything to you.

Thankfully she didn't know that the real reason she was so flustered was because of you, so she was saved from the constant teasing from her teammates.

A small mercy she supposed.

So when she told the team that she couldn't go to practice because she had to get checked up at the hospital it was really a plan to hopefully see you.

And if she could manage it maybe ask you out.

Only she didn't consider that it would be your day off when she thought of it. Which meant she was now alone with the day to herself.

So she went for a run.

She hadn't been training since she had split her head. And she was starting to get restless from not doing anything and decided a small run wouldn't hurt anyone.

She was only gone an hour before she was coming back up to her house. But as she was coming up to her house she started to slow down as her attention is on the massive moving truck.

Curious as always Alessia alows down to try and get a peak and what kind of stuff her new neighbors has.

But of course as if the universe was punishing her for being nosey. Her foot catches on the curb sending her tumbling. Alessia staggers forward her hand held out to try and catch herself. And right as she's sure she's about to eat the pavement, someone catches her.

"I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose..."

Alessia immediately perked up as her head snapped towards the voice.

"Like I mean there's no possible way someone could be this clumsy without it being on purpose" you tease as you grin down at her.

Alessia was too in shock to even respond as she just dumbly stared at you.

But it seems that you catch her stare as you raise an eyebrow at her with a teasing smirk. "Or maybe you just wanted another excuse to come see me at the hospital?"

Alessia was sure that her face was as red as the jersey she wore. "I uh I don't..."

But you just shook your head as your crossed your arms as Alessia busied herself with straightening herself up. "I'm new but I'm already the talk of the nurses station apparently". You tilt your head at her, "I suppose that what happens when one of the Lionesses comes in and asks for you by name".

Alessia bites her lip knowing that she's been caught. "Uh...". But when she sees the smile your trying to contain she relaxes even the tiniest bit. "Okay yeah. I did".

You hold you hand to your chest as your face morphs in mock shock. "God I'm honored. Truly!"

Alessia scoffs lightly but smiles in good humor. "Well maybe I should be the one that's worried" Alessia teases trying to turn it back on you. "I mean your the one that's following me".

But it just earns a smirk from you as you lean up against the moving truck. "Actually no I'm not". You jut a thumb at the truck, "I'm using my day off to move into my new place".

Alessia's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. Her mouth dropped as you giggled at her.

"You...your going to be living....here?" Alessia says as she points to the apartment building right beside of them. When you nodded, her smile seemed to widen.

"Judging by your reaction, I guess I'm talking to my new neighbor?" You ask.

Alessia just smiles widely at you, "Hi".

You chuckle but can't help but notice how cute the forward is.

This seems to enbolden her as her chest puffs out a bit in confidence. "Do you need a hand with all your stuff? She asks as she leans over to look into the truck.

You lick your lips as you bite your lip before shaking your head. "No...I couldn't ask you to do that. I'm sure that's not how you would want to spend your day off".

But Alessia is quick to wave you off as she moves to grab one of the boxes by the edge of the truck. "Not at all! Seriously it's fine. Beside it looks like you already have most of it done. I'll just help you with the last of it". She flashes you a smile which makes your heart soar. "Consider it a thank you for helping me out the other day".

Now it's your turn to blush at the praise while Alessia internally cheers at the achievement.

"Well it's nice to know it's healing up nicely" you say as you brush some of the loose hairs out of her face to have a look at the old wound.

And if Alessia wasn't scared of dropping your stuff, she definitely would have dropped the box.

It seems like you catch yourself in the moment as you blush again before backing up thinking you were making the blonde uncomfortable.

You clear your throat as you grab another box and nod in thanks. "Thank you".

Alessia smiles back at you as she nods her head towards the building, "Lead the way".

You lead the way up to your apartment but of course the lift isn't working meaning the two of you have to trudge up and down the stairs with the last remaining boxes. It took about another 5 trips but the two of you got the job done.

"Thank you so much for all your help" you thank her as you flop back down to the couch.

Thankfully that came with the apartment so it was one of the few things you didn't need to carry up the stairs.

She takes a deep breath as she puts down the box on the ground with the others. "It's no problem" she says as she drops down onto the couch with you.

You give her a look, "Really it was". You playfully groan as your head drops onto the back of the couch. "I don't think I would have managed another trip up and down those stairs".

"The benefit of having a professional athlete as a neighbor?" She offers with a smile.

The two of you fall into laughter before you check the time. "Well the least I could do for taking up your evening is offer you dinner". You see her open her mouth most likely to argue but you just take her hand which was in-between you on the couch.

"It will be no hassle at all and I was planning on getting a takeout anyways. I have nothing in the fridge and even if I did I don't think I have the energy to make anything" you add. It seems that Alessia contemplate for a second before sighing and nodding.

"Great!" You smile as you squeeze her hand before getting up from the couch. "Pizza okay with you?"

Alessia nods also standing up. "Yeah that's perfect". She points her thumb over her shoulder at the door. "I'm just going to go freshen up is that alright?"

You nod before realizing you probably need to do the same. "Yeah that's fine. I probably need to do the same". You peel your shirt off you only realizing now how it was slicked with sweat.

Alessia laugh at the disgusted look on your face to which you roll your eyes. "What apartment are you? Will I come up to you when it's here or...."

Alessia nearly winces thinking how messy her apartment is right now. "No. Uh I'm right about you. And I won't take long so I'll come back down".

You grin as you nod, "Alright but if your not down in time I'll just bang the brush on the roof".

Alessia laughs as she walks out of the apartment. The moment she hit the stairs and knew you couldn't see she bolted up the stairs. Knowing how long it took her to get ready, she had the quickest shower of her life before rushing around to get ready to meet you back downstairs.

But she made sure to grab something before heading back down again.

She knocked on the door as she rocked on the balls of her feet waiting. You opened the door with a smile as you nodded you head in, "Perfect timing it was just delivered there".

She smiled as she followed you in as she hid the bag she brought drop beside the couch as the two of you tucked into the pizza.

There never seemed to be a lull between you. The conversation just flowed effortlessly. As much as you tried to turn the conversation to Alessia, she made it clear that she was interesting in your life as she asked about being a doctor. She was also surprised to find out you were a former field medic.

Although that did explain your physique.

But you remained adamant that you wanted to learn more about her as well. But not the superstar Alessia Russo. The questions were aimed more towards how she go into soccer as well as her family. Not wanting to pry into her professional life in fear of overstepping.

It was so easy to talk to her. So easy that you didn't realize how late it was getting.

"God I can't believe it's 10:30" you say shocked when you see the time. Due to it being the summer, the sun always set late which always gave off the false illusion of time to you.

"Yeah it's crazy" Alessia nods as she puts the wine glasses over in the sink.

It was only as you were cleaning up did you realize the bag that Alessia had hid when she came back. "What's this?"

Alessia blushes as she scratched the back of her head. "Uh well it's kinda the real reason I came to the hospital to see you?" She motions for you to open the bag only to find a Manchester United jersey with her name and number on the back signed.

"I thought that you could give it to your niece?" She said slowly before adding, "And I was thinking that whenever your free I could get you tickets to a game?" Her eyes widen, "Only if you would want to now! I wouldn't want to force you to!"

You shake your head as your heart once again soars at the sweet gesture. "This is amazing Alessia. Your too kind. Thank you".

But you smirk as you couldn't help but tease her. "What about me though?"

She tilts her head at you and you have to hold yourself back from audibly awing at how cute she is. It almost resembles a puppy to you.

"What? No jersey for me?" You ask wiggling your eyebrows at her letting you know your teasing.

But she seemingly plays along with you. "I didn't know if I would be able to convince you to wear it. Seeing as your a Gunners Girl".

You let out a little laugh as you moves towards her. Most people would be intimidated by the height difference. But you were used to it in your years with the army and had grown used to tougher situations. "Well I mean it would take some convincing I mean..."

By the way your eyes had flickered down from her eyes to her lips and back up again, Alessia took that as her sign.

"Maybe a date?" Alessia chances as she hopes she didn't read the situation wrong. "Would convince you I mean?"

You bite your lip but it does nothing to hide the smile on your face. "I mean" you start with a grin. "It would have to be a pretty amazing date with someone pretty special". You wink at her, "I mean I don't wear just anyone's jersey you know?"

Alessia smiled at your banter. "Well I hear that number 23 for United is pretty good".

You nod with a smile, "Hmm I heard that too". You tilt your head up at her. "How about we settle this with a little wager then?"

"I'm listening" Alessia agrees.

"Well if that number 23 can score again in their upcoming game against Arsenal...then I guess I'll agree to going on a date with you".

Alessia couldn't help but feel both competitive and giddy. "You should know that she has a good track record for scoring against Arsenal" she challenges raising an eye at you.

But you just nod subtly licking your lips as you look at her before looking back up at those gorgeous sky blue eyes and breath out.

"That's what I'm counting on".

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ENHYPEN Series

sinag — psh.

chapter five

pairings: park sunghoon x reader

synopsis: waiting for a great plot twist in your life, the ruthless and powerful mafia boss park sunghoon forced his way in to it.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: a contains harrassment, violence, guns, killings, abuse, obsessive love & other stuff. if you can't take this stuff, feel free to scroll away. let me know if i missed some.

note: hello, i hope you will enjoy this chapter and give me feedbacks. ily and thank you for reading my works. stay safe.

The man crawled slowly over the dirty street, trying to make a run for his life. He grunts as the injury and wounds to his whole body was inscrutable. He can hear multiple footsteps making sounds as they step into the puddles of rainwaters all over the place caused by the pouring rain. It made it colder and harder to breath.

He yelped in pain when someone stepped hardly over his back, pushing him further to the ground. Making him one with the dirty and wet street.

“Where the fuck do you think are you going?” his tone empty and devoid of emotions. It makes him scared and cries of plea follows right after.

He felt his head harshly pulled back by his hair as the man leaned down. To look at this brutal man’s eyes almost sent him down to hell. Despite being under the rain, blood splattered on his face painting his fair skin red.

“P-Please,” he begged.

The man showed no remorse and without a word, he slammed his head on the ground making him lose his consciousness completely.

“Aren’t you going to stop him?” Jake asks Jay as they watch their friend beat the shit out of this poor man.

Jay craned his neck to look at the scene and his reaction seems like he was pretty much used to it already. He shrugs his shoulder off while holding an umbrella to keep him from being drenched from the heavy rain. “Do you want to?”

Jake sighs and just silently watch their friend kicking the man on the ground. It was obvious that he was incapable to fight back or even shield himself from all the hit. He was unconscious, probably almost near his death.

Tonight, the three of them gathered to do some 'business' and since Sunghoon just came from his trip from another country, trying to find his girl, he's slightly on the bad mood. Slightly.

Jay and Jake were already covered in blood, but Sunghoon's showering over it. They couldn't just stop him because they know he somehow relieves stress this way. The look of murder on his eyes aren't fading just yet and they both knew it will last for a bit longer tonight.

“I thought you and Ni-ki are searching for her too?” Jay whispered lighting up another cigarette.

The other man sighs, “Yes. But its odd, we managed to find some informations about her but all of it was three years ago.”

It made Jay halt from taking a huff from his cigs before he tilts his head, “You mean its like she vanished?”

Jake nods his head. Even him find it uncanny how there's no more updates or informations about her whereabouts. Like she's purposely maintaining a low profile or someone is doing it for her? It made him confused and even made Ni-ki digs more deeply like as if that wasn't what the younger one was already doing.

“What if she's dead already?” Jay blurted while watching their friend let all his frustrations out.

“Hell will break lose,” Jake took a deep sigh, trying to relax his tensed shoulder. “Can you see him? He's a ticking time bomb and only her can defuse him.”

Jay smirks, “We really need to hope she's alive somewhere.”

“There's no records saying that she is dead so I think we're still good.”

They both nods their head and once again watch how their friend kill those unfortunate people who stands on his way. He was unstoppable, unable to be tamed. Right now, they knew they had to find you faster or else he will really lose his mind.

“Still nothing?” your head snaps to your side, shoulder slumped so low that shows so much of your disappointment.

You've been on a hunt for your new job for a month already and yet none of them calls back. Pretty sure its not the degree or experiences that sets as an issue to this matter. Your previous boss surely used his power to make your life miserable.

“Yes.”

Lucie stares at you with a look of pity before she sets down her glass of water. She trudges closer to where you are to try and console you. She can see how hard working you are and even if you haven't told her the full story yet, she knew it wasn't you who caused all the troubles.

“Why don't you just try applying on my previous work place? I mean, its not as big as your salary before, but its not a bad pay.”

Your eyes looks at her, “Yeah, maybe I should do that. Thank you so much Lucie.”

She smiles and caress your back. “No problem. I’ll send you the details for the HR department so you can send your resume.”

You nod your head and watch her walk back to the room adjacent to yours. Things may had been rough with you, but you are lucky enough to have her beside you. It's still amusing for you how she’s very nice. Guess its really true that whenever someone leaves and go, somebody will arrive on your life.

It wasn’t hard to get an interview appointment for the said company. It was a lot smaller than your old work, but that's fine. This isn't the time to be picky specially if you're starting to deplete your savings.

They replied with your said schedule of interview and the things you need to prepare for the application. It made you hopeful despite knowing the possibility of not being accepted again. These are the usual routine. You send your resume, they reply with your schedule for interview, interview you and then ask you to wait for nothing. Eitherway you let yourself hope and dressed up for it.

The company was discarding lots of employees for the past week now since they had a new boss. The information raised your expectation to be accepted since they're in need of people.

Your heart thumped inside your chest as you wait patiently for your turn. The ac was on, you're sure of it, but you're sweating cold. It was not a foreign feeling. Just like whenever a teacher asks you to recite something in front of everybody in your class or taking one of your biggest exams. It made your palms sweaty and your feet tapping lightly to the floor. It was a dreadful feeling.

On the other hand, Jake's eyes lazily watch the view from inside his vehicle. He felt his phone ringing so he fished it from his coat and answered.

“Dude, where are you?”

He sighs, “I’m going to work. What do you want, Jay?”

His friend's whine can be heard from the other line that tugs the corner of his lips upwards. “It's a saturday? Come on.”

“I can’t. I’m in the middle of rebuilding this new company I bought.”

“The one near your mall? Why did you even bought that when it doesn't even match your own companies?”

“It does have income and regenerating well for years now. I can check on what I can do to improve it and if not, I can just demolish and use the land to extend my mall.”

Jay lets out a sigh, he just couldn't believe how Jake is a monster in this field of work. He is pretty smart, he'll give him that, but when it comes to business he's on a different level. Mainly why most of their friends comes to him for advice.

“Fine, call me later after you finish playing with your toys.”

Jake chuckles, “All right.”

He ended the call just in time of their arrival at the said company. His men opens the door for him and the handsome bachelor steps outside proudly. He walks inside and workers started to greet him, paying full respect for him. His serious demeanor didn't falter and just head straight for the lift, going to his office.

As he arrives, line of people caught his attention. He was about to ask what's it all about when he remembered how he command for them to hire new employees after he dismissed most of them. He wanted this company working as to the way he wanted it to be. So those who are not in line with his vision, he gets rid of them.

“Mr. Sim.” his secretary for this company greets him with a flushing cheeks. He kept his placid expression and wait for what she's about to say.

“We already started to interview applicants for the job vacancies.” she said trying hard to check any positive reaction from him.

Jake's eyes roams around carefully as she continues to fill him through the updates from the things he asked them to do. Slowly, her voice became muffled as his eyes get caught at something that made him utterly surprised.

He pursed his lips, brows furrowing hardly at the sight of a girl a few feet away from where he's standing. Her nervous face was obvious as she continuous to fidget with her fingers. Jake doesn't know what to think. He was so close to asking his men if he's starting to see things, but then he snapped himself back to his senses.

“Who is she?” her secretary snaps her head in a hurry to follow his line of sight.

She hesitates and look back from you and Jake, just to check if she's getting it right.

“She's probably one of the applicants for the job.” her eyes dropping over the folder she was holding.

Jake didn't talk and kept his stance. He resets his mind to come up with his new plan and for his next move. He was always careful and never reckless.

“Ohh...” his assistant talks with a tone sounding a little bit astound. He looks at her as she checks her file.

“Why?”

“She's being blacklisted.”

Jake's forehead furrowed at the information he heard. This thing was already common in the world of business. People that have power uses this method to make sure someone they don't really like cannot be accepted in any company they are associated on.

“Blacklisted? By who?”

“Mr. Kang.” she answered quickly.

There's a lot of Kang in the industry of business, but since he knew whose the main investors of this company he already have an idea which Kang she's referring to. It slowly lights up curiosity over him on what did you possibly do to make him so upset to the point he was making your life this miserable.

Was he your ex boyfriend? Jake couldn't help but to scoff inside his mind at the thought of what Sunghoon will do to him once he found out. He may lose his mind and make Mr. Kang regret he even walked this earth.

Jake sighs, trying to hold his excitement.

“I want her in my office in five minutes. I will interview her myself.” he announced that surprised her assistant.

He starts heading towards his office and she follows him, “But Mr. Kang's instruction is to not accept her even in interviews.”

Jake didn't say anything and just lightly cranes his head to stare at her. Chills run through her spine at the strictness that lingers through his eyes. She instantly regrets insisting about what Mr. Kang instructed.

“R-Right away, sir.” she bows her head in a submissive manner before politely excusing herself to do as he say.

He trudges towards his office while fishing his phone from his coat. His men follows silently, waiting for anything he will order them to do.

“Riki.” Jake sighs, despite the calm demeanor he couldn't help but to flash a small smile over his lips.

“What hyung?” the younger one sounds in a rush.

“I found her.”

“Who?” his response made him roll his eyes in disbelief. Is he that distracted that he forgot their main agenda?

“Sunghoon's obsession.”

The other line went silent. Jake even furrowed in confusion and checked if Ni-ki turned off the call, but no. It's still going. He put his phone back to his ears.

“Hey,”

“No way, hyung? Are you for real?” now he sounded so interested. He smirks, remembering how he reacted moments ago after seeing you.

Who would not react that way? Sunghoon's been searching for you for years already and to see you now is just amusing. So he really did saw you and not losing his mind. Jake felt relieved, but also a little worried of how things will work out after this.

“Yes. I’ll send you her details later so you can go dig for her informations again.”

“All right. I’ll be waiting.”

They bid good-byes and Jake started preparing himself for your arrival. He's sure that his assistant will escort you inside any minute now.

Jake's was an inch close to call Sunghoon and deliver him the good news, but he's smarter than that. He knew better than to spoil the moment and mess things up. Of course he wants his friend to see you and finally put an end to his miserable search operations. He needs to think things through and come up with the best plans in order to help his friend.

“Miss Aelia?” your head lifts up after hearing your name. The lady who asked you to wait in line from a while ago was in front of you. She's holding this folder and she have this warry expression on her face.

Your eyes glanced around to check what's up and its still not yet your turn for the interview. Chest started beating fast and you worry that things are starting to be messed up once again. Shoulders already falling, you looked up at her with a pitiful eyes.

“Y-Yes?” you are so ready to pack up and leave when she flashes you a small smile.

“Kindly follow me.”

A bit bewildered that she didn't sent you home, you managed to stand up on your feet and follow behind her. People sitting beside you were also confused but has nothing much that they can do.

She guides you towards this hallway leading to a more secluded part of the floor. And your heart sank when you read that its the president's office.

Your hand unconsciously reached over your skirt, flattening it a bit. Next is your hair that you fixed and just in time, she asked you to wait for a bit.

She enters the room and not a minute long, she peaked through the door then asked you to come inside. You nodded and gulped, feeling your throat getting dry. To say that you are nervous was an understatement. Your breathing are fast and heavy, like your heart will jump out from your chest. Your palms both so sweaty and your throat running dry despite the continuous attempt of washing it off with your saliva.

The officed looked a little messy, like things are being moved from here and there. Maybe because they have a new president, the office are being renovated. But any of that should be the least of your concern because at the center of that said room, was Jake Sim.

The moment you laid eyes on him, you are slightly shook. He was handsome, very handsome to be exact. He has this mullet length black hair that seemed so soft. Plump lips and big doe eyes that reminds you of puppy eyes. Funny, because for someone who have delicate features, he sure is intimidating.

You feel very nervous as you took more steps closer to his visitor's chair that was placed in front of his desk.

“Good day, S-Sir.” you stuttered a little as he kept his eyes fixed at your direction.

You can't really tell what's in his mind at the moment. His stares remained and you couldn’t help but to feel odd about it. He didn't say anything even after his secretary has left the room. It's already been a minute.

Something about his stares makes you feel more nervous and somehow anxious. The urge to stand up and leave slowly intoxicated your mind, but you know this isn't the right time to let your trauma from your previous boss take over you.

“S-Sir?” you tried catching his attention.

That visibly snapped Jake back to his senses. He cleared his throat, a bit embarrassed for staring too much. He cursed inside his mind, knocking his senses back to his system. He needs to collect himself and not mess this up. Surely it was fascinating seeing you here inside his office, but frightening you would be the last thing he wanted.

“So,” he draws in a sigh before grabbing a piece of paper to write on. “Miss Aelia, huh?”

Your head bops lightly and a short “Yes, Sir.” follows.

Jake scanned the folder he was holding. All the basic informations that Ni-ki had given him are mostly here. He clicked his tongue and tilts his head over to the side.

“Where are you currently staying?”

His question made you purse your lips tightly, contemplating whether to tell him or not. Various things clouded your mind, some of them even appropriate. You couldn’t help it, what happened to you in the past caused all of these.

“W-Why...”

Seems like the man in front of you noticed your expression so he was quick to pull off a small smile. He still looked intimidating, but it somehow ease your worry.

“If you’re living far from the premises we are to offer you a place to your convenience. Also a car for you to use to travel back and fort all expense will taken care of the company.” he offered.

You were caught off-guard by what he said. Is this how it usually is? Company aren’t this generous when it comes to new employees so you’re a little confused, but at the same time tempted. A place to stay sounds great and a vehicle? Sure sounds very convenient too.

“I live a bit far from here, Sir.” you answered that made him nod his head slowly, eyes trailing back towards the folder he was holding.

“Are you single or already married?” his eyes are fixed at your resume. It took you a while to answer that made him glance back up to you.

“Your benefits will be based on your civil status.” you felt embarrassed for thinking differently of his question.

“O-Oh! I’m single, Sir.”

Jake smiles and nods his head before resuming to reading your informations.

Its not that it even matter whether you’re single or not. In the end, Sunghoon will still do everything in his will to get you. But it’s good to know you are single, at least a soul was saved from his friend’s wrath.

“T-That’s actually great, Sir.” you managed to utter. His eyes lits up and lips lifts up in eagerness.

“So you’re accepting the job?” he sounds hopeful making you furrow your brows, addled with all of the things that’s happening.

“Y-Yes, but aren’t you going to interview me?” your tone sounded too soft for Jake. He knew Sunghoon will go crazy for it and he couldn’t wait for you two to meet. But there’s still a lot of things to take care of.

He lifts his head up to glance at you, tearing his gaze off from your resume that contains all the details he wanted from you. He shows a confident smile, making blushed a bit, getting caught off-guard by his visuals.

“I just did.” he shrugs his shoulders off in a relax manner.

Despite being a little confused as to how things just ended so well, you couldn’t help but to feel giddy to actually get the job.

“S-So I’m hired?”

Jake nods, “Yes. You can start on monday. Sounds good?”

Your lips stretched into a wide smile as you accept Jake’s hands. “Yes, Sir! Thank you so much! I will do my best and I will not disappoint you.”

He smirks and nods then watch how his secretary escorts you outside his office. It’s been two minutes since you left, but he was still staring straight at the door right in front of him. He couldn’t believe it.

He stood up and fishes his phone from his pocket, a big playful smirk plays over his lips while waiting for someone to pick up his call.

'“What?” Sunghoon hissed at him.

Jake scoffs, clearly not surprised to his friend’s arrogance.

“10 Million.” he started.

“The fuck you saying?”

“I’m selling you this new company I acquired and currently revisioning.”

This time, it was his friend’s turn to scoff at him.

“Ten Million? What? Is there some gold hidden in that company or something?” Sunghoon asks, very sarcastic.

Jake’s grin grew wider, wanting so bad to spill the great news to his friend.

“You can say that.”

Sunghoon didn’t respond right away and just thought of what his friend was offering. He may not be the best one when it comes to business, but he sure not a dumb person. Jake rarely sells him property unless it was worth it or he can benefit from it in the near future. He trust his friend.

He sighs, “I’ll send you the check tomorrow.” and ended the call right away.

Jake laughs and put back his phone inside his pocket. “God damn, this is fun.”

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lvlystars · 2 months

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funny valentine — l.c

pairing. lee chan x fem!reader

genre. angst, toxic!chan 😞

warnings. slight suggestive content. chan is a bitch. big nono man.

wc. 1.1k

a/n. y'all. i'm alive. based on true events btw, i've been declared not guilty, my lawyer hates me, and the man is now screaming at me from the grave 😇. jkjk. it would be crazy if i actually was convicted of murder tho. anyways, if i can't be happy on valentines, no one can !!!!!!!

feburary 14 (3:14 am)

�� u up?

you scramble for your phone as your heart beats out of your chest, the mindless scrolling through your 'for you' page ending in that moment he texted you.

what is he doing at this ungodly hour? why was he texting you?

yeah —

— coming over in 5

no. he can't come. he just can't.

you try to text back to refuse, but he had already gone offline. you sigh as you sink into your mattress, turning off your phone as you wait for him to appear at your doorstep.

lee chan. the bane of your existence if you were to summarise your experience with him. on and off relationships, meaningless hookups, unanswered texts about what you two were, what label to put on your relationship — he was the red flag package deal. and yet, somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to actually cut things off with him. while he was all of the above, he made you feel loved, made you feel special with the way every single moment spent with him were the most exhilarating and euphoric moments, chan making sure to hug and kiss every inch of your body while he can, and handling your body with such care, as if you would crumble beneath his fingertips.

lee chan was playing you, and he was good at it.

a couple minutes later, you heard a knock at your door, and you immediately jolt up, your heart palpitating as you pull the covers off of you. once you finally reach the door, you pull it open to see chan leaning against the frame of your door, smirking down at you.

“i knew you’d answer me.” he pats your cheek softly before walking into your dorm uninvited.

“chan-”

“did you rearrange your place? shame, i finally had your dorm layout memorised so i wouldn’t bump into anything while we-”

“chan.” you sternly raise your voice, catching him off guard. he stares back at you, his eyebrow quirked up as he stood there, his hands shoved in his jeans.

“i…i don’t think we should do this anymore.” you stare into chan’s face, your face burning as chan’s eyes bore into yours, his expression morphing into one of slight confusion, a glint of enjoyment flitting across his features as he stalks towards you.

“baby, you're not serious, right? why would you want to let go of this…us?” he moves closer to you, holding you as he soothingly rubs your forearms. you shake your head, trying to squirm out of his grasp as his face lowers down to yours. “you’re my favourite, don’t you know that?” he mutters.

“no.” you push him away, your breathing growing more panicked. “chan, you and i both want completely different things. we are on opposite sides. this isn’t going to work out.” your voice trembles as you move towards your door, feeling cornered as chan continues to move closer to you. he towers over you as you shrink into yourself, feeling completely powerless and helpless.

“but i give you those things you desire, no? and you give me what i want." he tilts his head in mock confusion.

"y/n, honey, we’re two sides on the same coin. we need each other, why would you think something like that?” you can sense the tinge of hostility and toxicity behind his tone as he narrows his eyes at you, reaching his hand out to caress your face. you subconsciously lean into his touch, tears pooling in your eyes as you try to say anything to get out of this monstrosity of a situationship.

“then…then what are we? we’re not dating, you’re not my boyfriend…you hook up with tens of other girls on campus. i want someone who’ll stay loyal to me.” you sputter out, trying to compose yourself to your best ability as chan just laughs lightly, as if you were just stating a silly habit he had.

“we…we’re…we’re, y’know…” you look at him expectantly as chan looks slightly irritated at your persistence, huffing slightly.

“baby, look-”

“no. i don’t want to hear it. i’m tired of the mixed signals. if you’re not going to commit to a relationship, then don’t talk to me.” you cut him off, glaring up at him. you can see chan poking at his cheek with his tongue before he grabs you tightly by your shoulders, catching you off guard as he lowers his face down to yours, glaring at you.

“what, you think you’re special? special enough to have me as your boyfriend?” he mockingly laughs. “honey, there are tons of girls who are dying out there to just have sex with me, and you’re really going to leave all that just because you want to be in a relationship?” chan asks in a condescending manner, and you feel your heart drop to the pit in your stomach. you’ve only seen him get like this whenever he didn’t get his way with other people: his brown eyes filled with belittlement, as if you were a mere inconvenience in his way. his breathing was slowly getting erratic, he’s losing his patience.

lee chan was getting mad at you.

“i don’t know you, i don’t care whether i know you or not. i just saw you on campus, thought you were hot, and just had you to myself, just like other girls. i didn’t talk to you because i liked you.” he sneers, looking you up and down. tears pooled in your eyes as you stared up at chan in disbelief. “you and i do not have any kind of romantic relationship, i’ll tell you that. you want a label on this? fine: we’re just fuckbuddies. nothing more, nothing less.”

“if you’re gonna try crossing the line with all that relationship shit again, then i’m gonna have to just stop what we have, y/n. because i don’t want some brat that bitches about having me to themselves, got it?” he glowers at you. his face was now mere inches away from yours as tears were rolling down your face. you slowly nod before chan stands up straight again, patting your face again as he smiles.

“good girl. now i came here for a reason, ” chan sits down on your bed, smirking at you across the room as you’re still in the corner of the room, hastily wiping your tears before walking over to him. once you’re close enough, he grabs your waist tenderly as he rubs soft circles into your skin, grinning like a wolf while he looks your body up and down, making you feel exposed.

your face grows hot as seconds continue to tick by, and you’re taken aback as chan suddenly stands up, flipping you both around and throwing you onto the bed before he leans over you, leaning down beside your ear as you felt chills run down your body. your heart shatters even more when he whispers:

“happy valentines day, baby.”

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celemilii · 24 days

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NOT IN LOVE; FERNANDO ALONSO | 01 WELCOME TO BAKE-SONALITIES

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warnings: curse words; english not being my first lenguage so my apologies if you see any mistakes :)

⇚ previous part

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I drink from my cup of coffee and finish writing the email I was writing for the Marketing and Communication area. I can't help it, but I overhear the heated argument Toto is having with Andrew Shovlin, Mercedes' chief engineer, in his office. As far as I understand, the last race hasn’t gone bad at all but it is still not enough. A third and fourth place means nothing if you can have the first two.

My phone rings for the fifth time in an hour and I ignore it again. I don't even have to read the screen to know it's my father. He's been calling me for days, so at this point, he must be catching a flight to England to find out if I'm still alive. I don't need him to take care of me or worry in any way, I'm fine on my own.

Well... alone, not alone. Alessia, who is as alone as I am in this country, messages me almost daily to tell me how she is doing with her violin practice and even sends me videos to show me her progress. For my part, I talk a lot but I don't want to overwhelm her with my things so I limit myself to listening to her. This afternoon we would meet to have brunch at a cafe in London.

“I don't want you to come back here until you solve the fucking problem, Andrew!” I hear Toto's clear scream when Shovlin opens the door and then closes it so hard that I thought he would break it.

"Your boss is an idiot," the engineer complains.

“My boss is yours,” I mock, “and if I were you I would be careful, because he has ears everywhere.”

"I don't care anymore," he murmurs, "let him know he's an idiot!" he exclaims loud enough for the Austrian to hear.

“You behave like children, isn't it simpler...?” Before I finish speaking, the company cell phone starts ringing so I answer it. “Sorry, I must attend,” I excuse myself and the British man nods with a smile. I thought he was going to leave to let me continue with my work but he stayed waiting for the call to end. “Mr. Wolff's office, this is his secretary speaking.”

"Yes, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Miss Cruz," exclaims the girl at the reception who, if I remember correctly, is called Abby, so I decide to take the risk.

“Oh, Abby, has something happened?”

"There is a situation down here and I wanted to know if you could come and explain to Mr. Alonso why I can't let him pass without an appointment," she murmurs.

“Mr. Alonso?” I question and she makes a noise of agreement. “The driver?”

“Yes, Miss. He insists that it is important and that it should enter despite not having a date,” I think for a moment before giving her an answer. Toto doesn't have any other appointment for today, I could give him a place if it's so urgent.

“Let him in, I'll take care of it, don't worry. And... Abby,” I call her.

“Tell me.”

"Don't Miss me and call me Victoria," I ask her. I end the call after that and the man sitting in front of me is still there, waiting for the perfect moment to say whatever he wants to say.

“It's good to see that you are adapting well, Vicky.”

“Victoria,” I correct him. “It 's Victoria. Nobody calls me Vicky”

“Well, I could do it if you let me.”

“Excuse me?”

“You know…” the look he gave me was more than enough to understand what he was trying to say and the simple thought of me dating again made me want to vomit.

“No, I don't know,” I respond, playing dumb.

“Wouldn't you like us to go out on a date?” he dares to ask. One star for the effort, but the answer is still no.

“Andrew, I seriously don't mix work with my personal relationships,” without even allowing him to argue, the lift doors open and reveal Alonso.

“Victoria!” exclaims the Spaniard. "How nice to see you," he says as he approaches my desk. The Englishman notes that he had to continue working, so he quickly says goodbye and leaves along the same path that the chestnut tree had come from. “Am I interrupting something?”

"My work day," I pronounce in our native language. “If you need to speak with Toto, I regret to inform you that it is by appointment. I can give you a number that you can call…”

“And do I also need an appointment to see the assistent?” I'm serious when I ask: what's wrong with men?

"Especially to see the assistant," I conclude, handing him the paper. Yes, I was going to let him in, but I didn't like the secretary's comment at all.

"This place is very nice," he exclaims in a vague attempt to get me to chat. He plays with the flower that I have placed on my desk and comes closer to smell it. “Very natural.”

“The only natural thing in this building is the flower I put here. The rest is all glass.”

“Yes, but it gives good light.”

"Listen, I don't want to be rude but I don't know if you understand that you need an appointment to speak with Mr. Wolff," I remind him. “Likewise, you could leave me your question and then I will send you the answer using the number that I wrote down on the paper. I´m sure that Toto has your number.”

“And is this yours?” he dares to ask and resigns himself when he receives no answer. “I don't want you to make fun of me with what I'm going to ask.”

“If you come looking for a seat, I´m afraid that we already have a world champion who is more than capable of continuing to perform on the track.”

"I don't doubt it," he answers with the same sarcasm as me. “In fact, I came to ask him if there was any clause in his secretary's contract that prohibited her from dating people from other teams.”

“And why don't you ask me directly?”

"Because you would tell me to fuck you," he says simply.

“You're a bastard.”

“Go on a date with me and let me prove to you that I'm not.”

“Men like you think you're very smart, Fernando, and let me tell you something, you're not. Just because you're attractive and a millionaire doesn't mean we're all going to fall for you. That's not how this works.”

“Do you think I'm attractive?” he asks hopefully.

"Hey, Victoria," my boss's voice falls as he sees who is sitting in front of me. “Fernando,” exclaims with surprise, “you are very far from Enstone, aren´t you?”

“Yes, I wanted to ask something but Victoria was able to answer my question in efficiently,” he looks at me funny and I, on the other hand, want to kill him. “She's a very good secretary,” congratulates me. “If you're looking for a job, Alpine will welcome you with open arms and... well, not just Alpine,” at that last comment, he leaves where he came from.

“Did he give you problems?” Toto asks with concern.

“Nothing I couldn't handle,” I admit, and that seems to calm him down.

"I came to tell you that you can go now if you want, there's not much else to do here and I want to get home early today before Susie puts me to sleep on the couch," he pats my shoulder in goodbye and locks himself in his room again to close everything.

I put the things I had used during the day in my bag and leave the building as soon as possible. I still had almost two hours of travel time to London waiting for me for a type of snack-dinner with Ale in a place called Bake-sonalities, which, according to the Italian, is an amazing pastry shop.

I'm driving around England trying to adapt to driving on the opposite side to what I'm used to. The car is very comfortable and large and, well, obviously from Mercedes. I can't complain about the job. Everything is perfect. Yes, perfect, and I should be grateful but I can't help but wonder if all the things I'm leaving behind are worth the same as the things that await me here.

The car's small screen lights up and I know it's a call but I can't see who it's from. Damn, I have to set this up.

“Hello?”

“Victoria! What are these hours of answering the phone?” Am I an asshole or what? Obviously it was my father.

“Dad, hello... How are you?”

“Good, how am I going to be?” he questions in a bad way. “I'm interested in how you are.”

“Well, I'm going to London to have dinner with a friend.”

“I'm glad you've made a friend, Vicky!”

"Don't call me that," I murmur. “Nobody calls me that anymore.”

“Yes, but it's still your nickname here. He put it on you and it stayed on you.”

“Well, he cheated on me, is that just why everyone is going to cheat on me too?” I realize the abrupt tone I used instantly so I take it back. “I'm sorry.”

“It's ok. I know having a broken heart hurts, but that doesn't mean you can't trust again," he murmurs.

“I don't need distractions like that right now, I just want to focus on important matters, like work.”

“Matters of the heart are important too.”

"Dad..." I exclaim in a warning tone.

“I know, it's your life and it's not my concern, but it's my job to tell you that you deserve a beautiful and healthy love, not like those two attempts at relationships you had.”

"At least you didn't meet the first one," I say in a mocking tone, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

“And thank goodness because if I found out that an eighteen-year-old idiot was dating my fourteen-year-old daughter, I was going to send him to prison.”

"Now, don't be angry," I smile almost without realizing it when I notice how much I had missed my father.

“At least you're already in England. You already have the new beginning you wanted and you are happy, that's the important thing. You now have the new beginning you wanted.”

And I'm happy with that because, when I left, the decision was made because I finally decided to stop waiting for something to change so I stopped making such stupid decisions - like begging my ex-boyfriend to love me - and I realized that it was me who had to change.

“Victoria?” my father catches my attention. “Are you still there?”

“Here I am.”

“You already regretted having left,” he's not asking me, he's stating it, which makes me feel even worse. “Maybe your mother was right and it was a mistake” bringing my mother into the conversation makes uncontrollable anger grow inside me.

“Well yes, it is a mistake. I know it was a mistake,” I admit, “but there are certain things that you know are a mistake but you don't really know they are because the only way to really know if it's a mistake is to make it and look back and say -it was a mistake-. But, really, the biggest mistake is not... making that mistake” of repeating the word "mistake" so many times, my sentence sounded like a tongue twister but it was understood. I understood it.

“If you want to return, you know that you will always have a position here in the company.”

"I don't want a fucking position in the fucking family business," I mutter.

“I'm trying to take care of my daughter, Victoria, and I'm running out of options.”

“I don't need you to take care of me, you never did. I've always managed very well on my own so I don't need you to come here to act as father of the year. I am not your charity, and in no way am I going to allow you to lock me in the family business like you do with Manuel”

I know that my brother is a delicate subject for him because he is his child, the first-born, the loose cannon that they could save. A fucking idiot that for some reason I love, like the rest of the men in my family.

"Okay," he says, ending the talk. “Drive carefully, please?”

“Yes, don't worry,” I look at the GPS and notice that I'm 10 minutes away. “I'm almost there. Hey Dad…”

“Tell me.”

I love you.

I'm sorry.

I miss you.

I want to see you.

Come to England.

I love you from here to the moon.

I love you, dad, very much.

Please.

I'm sorry.

“We'll talk later, I've found a good place to park,” I swallow each of the words I wanted to say to him because it's not something that's common in my family. Talking about feelings has never been our strong suit.

I say goodbye to my father and end the call. The parking spot part wasn't a lie. So, after spending two hours trying to get the car into a giant place where, clearly, I wasn't going to hit anyone, I headed to the bakery, which was just a block away.

London is beautiful. If it wasn't so far from the Mercedes base I would live here or in Edinburgh. It can't be, I'm dying to visit Edinburgh.

The bakery's bell jingles as I enter the blue-framed glass door, catching the attention of Alessia and the brunette girl behind the counter. The aroma of the environment gives me a feeling of warmth and home. I don't know what that smell is but I definitely want one of those.

“Victoria!” Alessia greets, meeting me halfway to give me a big hug, which I reciprocate somewhat surprised. “I hope the trip hasn't been long for you.”

“Quite the opposite, it went away in a flash. Ale, do you know what smells so good?”

“Let's ask Evie,” she offers me. We stop in front of the counter to wait for the brunette, whose name seems to be Evie, and I take the opportunity to observe the place carefully.

It is not very big, but not too small either; It seems to be the clearest example that customers receive personalized attention because it should not be a coincidence that each one has a cake that seems to represent them so well at first glance, not to mention their faces of pleasure when trying the desserts.

"Here I am, I'm sorry," comments the one who would swear that she is the owner of the place, well, she is alone here. The brunette looks at me with a smile so I decide to introduce myself.

“I'm Victoria, my pleasure.”

“And I'm Evie, the pleasure is mine," she exclaims kindly. "Ale told me that you work in Formula 1. My boyfriend too," she says with a smile.

“I'm actually Toto's assistant,” Evie's kindness and energy made me forget about the whole talk with my father a moment ago. “I'm sorry to ask this way but I feel that if I don't I won't stay calm,” my friend, who is still by my side, laughs when she hears me say that. “What smells so good?”

“I just finished the Black Forest cake, that could be a guess. Now that I think about it, it looks perfect on you.”

“The cake?”

"No way, Evie, it's true," Ale agrees.

“I will trust your opinions then and Black Forest will be.”

“Noted. Ale, the usual?”

“You know so.”

“Then a portion of the Black Forest and an individual tower of profiteroles for you.”

Once we have our orders, we sit at one of the tables near the window to have a view of the beautiful London streets.

"Try it, I want to see your face when you try Evie's pastry," the Italian asks. I look at her with a smile before cutting a piece with a fork and putting it in my mouth. Suddenly, I feel like I'm in that scene from Ratatouille where the flavors explode in Remy's mouth. The dark chocolate mixed with the creamy cherries made me close my eyes and taste as if I had tasted a sweet for the first time. "Welcome to Bake-sonalities," Ale mocks when she sees my face of pleasure.

“It's the most delicious thing I've had in a long time. This is better than having an orgasm.”

“Victoria!” exclaims Ale, laughing at my comment. "Now, stop having an orgasm while eating and tell me about your day," she asks.

“Quite strange, really. An engineer, well, the chief engineer of the company offered me to go on a date.”

“Wow, and what did you say?”

“No, obviously. And then something even stranger happened. Your little friend's friend... the Spanish one,” I remind her.

"Fernando," she guesses, drinking from his cup. “What has happened to him?”

“He went to the office and flirted with me as if we were in high school. It 's ridiculous.”

“Wait, wait... What?”

“I swear. He went to the office, made a fuss at the front desk, and then went to my desk to see if I had a clause in my contract that would allow me to date people from other teams. He's an idiot who thinks that by being attractive he'll get whatever he wants.”

“That doesn't even count as flirting anymore, it was wild... Wait, did you say attractive?”

“I have eyes, Ale. I can admit that a man is attractive and that doesn't make me want to fuck him.”

“Yeah, you're right,” silence arose between us until the Italian woman seemed to fall into what I said. “Also, did he drive to Brackley to ask that? I knew about his interest in you but I didn't think it was that big of a deal.”

“His interest in me? Literally today was the second time he saw me.”

"I don't know, he's crazy," she says, laughing. “He asked Seb and I to help him win you over and mentioned some love at first sight.”

“An idiot.”

“Don't you believe in love at first sight?”

“Ale, I barely believe in love.”

“Look, this is the only attempt I will make to make you fall in love with him: he is a good man who helped Seb during his divorce.”

“Yes, only because he already went through one. And by the way, how are things going between you and Seb?”

“The same, I don't want to pressure him with anything but his children will come home on the weekend and I will take care of them during... you know, this whole legal issue.”

"Yeah, that's shit," I exclaim before shoving another bite of cake into my mouth. “Ale, you have to try it,” I ask her.

This is how my friend and I spent the afternoon: between desserts and coffee. Telling us paddock gossip and emptying the dessert case for Evie. As night falls, I notice that it is time to go home. It's not that I like driving so much when it's so late, however, I couldn't help but get distracted by the cookies that the owner of the bakery just took out of the oven.

"You're going to burn yourself,” Evie warns.

“Can I take some?” I asked as if I were a little girl in a candy store.

“I'll put them in a box so you don't get burned. Just tell me which ones.”

“Three with dark chocolate, three of the Red Velvet ones,” I think as I look at the options.

“And can I know when you are going to eat all those cookies?” Ale asks.

“Well, at breakfast or snack, I don't know. Something will occur to me, Rest assured that I will eat them,” I answer with conviction. “I think that's it... oh no, give me three of those little colored ones you have there.”

“Ready?” Evie mocks.

“That 's all.”

At checkout, we say goodbye to Evie and I promise to return to the bakery for more cookies and cakes sooner rather than later. Ale has me hugged by the shoulders and doesn't want to let me go.

“We're not going to see each other for a while.”

“I promise to call you, don't you dare to think I've forgotten that I have to teach you Spanish.”

“And I will teach you Italian, rest assured,” she kisses my cheek before leaving. “Keep me informed and I will do the same.

"It will be a pleasure to listen to the podcasts you record as audio," I exclaim as I walk away.

"Shut up, silly, if you don't have them, you'll miss them," she shouts.

I get to the car with an indelible smile on my face, I don't think I've had this good a time in a while and I needed it more than anything.

A friend, a coffee and stuffing ourselves with sweet things. If that's not the best plan, I don't know what could match it. My mind takes me to work and the situation with Alonso. In short, Fernando is a bastard.

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ggomos-maribat · 6 months

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8 | bearing another mask

Part 8 of Marinette Dupain-Cheng is Dead | Masterlist

TW: a bit of SH, noncon touching

Lila sat in her dimly lit apartment with a souring mood on her face. One hand tapped against the side of her hot mug while the other held a fingernail wedged between her teeth. She stared at the email from her PR and legal team, which promised that they would put out the flames and advised that she kept quiet for the meantime so as to not worsen the situation. But it's not enough, she bitterly thought. No matter how much cleanup they do, those rumors were scars that would forever mar the face of her company.

She let out a slow breath. My sales will be affected, the employees, our suppliers. Why, why does this have to happen now? She switched to another window that showed an article detailing the designs she 'stole' from the deceased girl. I was taking inspiration, she seethed. Aren't those designs better off seeing the light of fame than being stuck in a piece of paper? If Marinette were alive, she should be thanking her.

Sharp trills from her doorbell snapped her out of her stupor. Quickly, she told herself to calm down and let the issues pass—people move on from one intriguing gossip to another in no time anyway. She glided over to her door and opened it up, expecting to see her assistant to greet her.

But instead, a tall blonde man was on the other side of the door.

"Adrien!" The smile froze on her face, albeit also showing slight surprise. "When I said I wanted to meet you, I was expecting to go to your place or something."

"I thought I should come to you instead, so I don't need to see your face ever again." His voice was devoid of any warmth, eyes lacking their usual shine. In fact, it was the coldest Adrien had ever been in front of her, as he clearly didn't bother to hide his disdain.

Lila snorted. "How nice of you. Won't you come in?"

Adrien actually stepped into the place, but only by the living room. Out of obligation, Lila headed into the kitchenette to open up the cupboards and look for something to serve him. "Want anything to drink? Eat?" She hummed. "I think I still have cheesecake cups from an influencer friend of mine . . . or oolong tea?"

"I don't want anything. I'm not planning on staying long."

"You look well." She tilted her head. "We didn't even get to talk much in the reunion. It feels like you were avoiding me."

"I was, in fact."

Lila paused, and looked at him with narrowed eyes. Can't we play pleasantries just for a while, Agreste? "Fine." Her lip curled as she neared him. "You don't want to talk like mature adults, I get it. I'll go straight to the point. Are you behind all those rumors?"

"No," Adrien replied coolly. "If it were me, if I were trying to protect Marinette's designs, don't you think I would've done that a long time ago?" A ghost smile flickered on his lips. "But I do think it's well-deserved for you. Your current silence means you've been put into your place."

"'Put into my place'?" Lila echoed. Maybe it isn't you, or maybe it is and you've just been waiting for the right time to strike. "Those posts are ruining the reputation of my brand! They're baseless rumors trying to make me look bad!"

"How are they baseless when you've clearly tried to rip off Marinette's creations and even designs from small businesses?" Adrien asked.

She scoffed, "Now you're insulting me just because you're back from that hiatus of yours? Look, I've built my company with my own hard work and talent. I get that you're hurt about Marinette's death but I don't deserve this for my petty lies in collège and lycée. They were white lies! I was trying to make friends. Why do you think our class ended up being so close after these years?"

Lila could see the enclosed rage in Adrien's eyes, one with a fire that burned as strong as the one setting off inside her, but he didn't act on it. His tone was calm and unwavering, albeit holding a silent venomous undertone. "You can't call your lies petty if they've hurt someone badly. You didn't make the class so enamored with you—you trapped them and manipulated them that they have no choice but to play along if they didn't want to be dragged to hell with you."

She put herself closer to him, looking him in the eye. Why did Gabriel have to go so soon? Why couldn't you have stayed obedient like you had all those years?

"That's bold coming from you," she whispered, breath touching his skin. He flinched a little. "You and I both know Gabriel would've entrusted his company to me, if you weren't already written out in his will."

She slid a hand up his chest, then to his shoulder, and down his arm. "I don't think the company is even holding up right now. When's the last time it had a show? What was the last design you released—"

"—Don't touch me—"

Her hand cupped his cheek lightly, but when he moved away, she grasped his forearms instead. "If you're smart, you'll realize you can't handle it alone. You need me, you need his protégé. My company can partner up with yours and you'll be back on your feet in no time."

But Adrien pulled away again, more forcefully this time, and glowered at her. "I think it's the other way around—it's you who needs me. If you can get me on your side, you have another celebrity backing you up, or you can divert attention from the scandals with another partnership."

Lila clenched her jaw, clasping her hands behind her back and leaning in to give him a saccharine smile. "Unfortunately, I don't stoop that low. If you don't want us to help each other, that's your loss." She ran a hand through her long hair. "Your father's company will go bankrupt, and Lilia Designs will be the new top fashion brand."

Calm down, she told herself. Although Adrien wasn't an option to be a pawn anymore, it wasn't that big of a deal. She just wanted to feel a little bit of satisfaction if she could put him under her thumb, see him helpless and compliant. But I can't lose my nerve here. If I lash out, I lose. I just need to be the bigger person.

"That's quite confident of you, Lila," Adrien said forebodingly. "We'll see, I suppose."

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"There's one more thing we want to ask. Felix Fathom—was he related in any way to the case?"

"My cousin? What makes you think so?"

He saw some hint of hesitance on Tim's face. "He had trips back and forth from London to Paris at that time."

"He was helping take care of me after Marinette died while juggling his responsibilities at home." He shrugged. "Technically, I had no family anymore, aside from him and my aunt."

"Is there any way we can talk to him?"

He paused for a few beats, thinking it over. Then he replied: "I can put in a word for you, but I can't guarantee that he'll be available. His schedule's pretty tight nowadays."

He slammed the car door shut as soon as he got onto the seat. That woman's touch was still ghosting on his arms, making his skin crawl. His stomach was a gurgling pit of nausea and his jaw was clenched tight. Was that how Lila acted this whole time?

He kept himself from shivering while starting up the car. It had been a while since he adopted an alter ego, and still, he was yet to fully understand his cousin. Even as he donned Adrien's clothes, and messed up his hair to match the unkempt style, he felt like an impostor in his own skin. Ever since he appeared in the class reunion a couple weeks ago, a voice would nag at him telling him that he was a fake.

Adrien wore many masks, more than what Felix could bear to put on.

And now, Felix finally knew how much Lila had tormented Adrien. Disgusting. She's disgusting. His hands tightened around the steering wheel as he drove. He went through all of that, under the clutches of that vile woman.

But he knew he was the one who chose to be put in that situation. The job is done . . . the recorder is working and the camera was in place. He took a deep breath. Everyone will finally know her true colors.

Everything was slowly coming into fruition, but it wasn't over until Lila met her downfall.

Felix drove around for a few minutes just to make sure no one was tailing him. Then, he sped up and headed for the outskirts of Paris, in an isolated apartment building. He shrugged off his jacket after parking the car, and reached the top floor just as the first drizzle drops of an incoming storm pattered on the windows.

When he opened the door, he found an occupant inside already.

"How was it?"

Felix ran a hand through his hair, idly shutting the door. "Don't give me that look. It went fine."

"It's a live feed, Felix, I saw you." Marinette spun on her chair, following his figure with a disapproving stare. "I saw everything."

Felix tugged at his collar. "It was fine, it was my idea and my decision." Even if I hated her hands on me. "We got the video and it'll smear her reputation if the accusations on her haven't already."

He peeked at the computer where she had just been working, looking to change the subject. "What's that?"

Marinette sighed as she turned back to the screen. "Other testimonies popping up about Lila copying other designs. Turns out it's not only clothes—even accessories and jewelry too."

Figures, he thought. She can never be original. "Well, she got awfully greedy."

"I don't understand her sometimes," the bluenette murmured, "I saw her cry real tears at my funeral, and yet here she is, stealing from the deceased on purpose."

Felix poured himself a glass of water to dispel the sour taste in his tongue. "It's because she thinks she's not doing anything wrong."

He watched as she switched to the second screen, one displaying a high-security website with a sleek modern design. Big letters spelled out the brand: Mira Designs. A few months back, he had argued with her that a new branding could give her away because of the similarity to her former designs. But Marinette had firmly promised that that wouldn't be the case.

And that became the truth: 'Mira's' designs were different, better even, mirroring a rebirth in Marinette's creativity following the new life she'd made for herself. Lila's company paled in comparison, and Mira Designs had gained traction in such a short span of time. Although Felix wasn't an expert in fashion, he could see that Marinette was on her way to become a celebrity in the fashion world. But the appeal point in her company was that the designer herself remained mysteriously anonymous.

"We'll be hitting our quota by the end of the week." Marinette showed him the current numbers. "And you said you didn't believe in my designing abilities."

"I didn't say that." Felix rolled his eyes.

"You implied it." An amused smile tugged at her lips.

"You wouldn't be making these sales without my business expertise."

"Oh, right, yes I'm sorry Mr. Fathom, I must get on my knees and thank you for your help."

Felix snorted and grabbed his things again. He was reaching for the doorknob when Marinette stopped him.

"Where are you going?"

"Out. I need some air," he lied.

Of course she wouldn't buy that. She raised an eyebrow.

"I'm going out to visit Adrien," he finally said truthfully. "Just fix up dinner for yourself. I might come back late."

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader P. 73

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A/n: It's been a minute, huh Mav? Sorry for my absence, besties. There has been a lot going on. Thank you for all being patient with me. Without further ado, here is the next chapter! Thank you for being here! I love you all so much! ❤️ Happy reading and enjoy! 💕

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(sorry for all the grammatical errors, I did not re-read this 💀)

Warnings: cursing, crying, angst, anger, mentions death, panic attacks, talks about injuries, depression, TW: Blood in the picture below, if I missed any please let me know 🫶🏼

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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(I really can't remember where I got this picture, I am sorry! 😭)

You sat up in a sweat. You were breathing hard. You had just woken up from a nightmare. You pushed your sweaty palms into your eyes. “It was just a dream.” You took a deep breath. Hangman came running into your room.

“Y/n.” He was out of breath.

“Jake you’re home early from work. What are you doing here?” You looked at him concerned.

“Where is Leia?” He looked around.

“She’s with Evelyn and the girls. Jake what’s wrong?”

“Y/n.”

You shook your head, “Jake." He looked down and blinked fast as his hands rested on his hips. He was lost for words. Your heart sped back up. "No you stop right now. What the hell happened?”Jake blew out an unsteady breath and shook his head. “He’s being flown back right now by the coast guard. Phantom and Phoenix are with him.” He came over to the bed and held your hands, “We need to go now.” He nodded.

Your heart fell to your stomach. You couldn’t breathe. Your chest was tight, “Is he okay?” Jake looked at you with a blank stare, “Is he alive Jake, please.” You pleaded with him. "Please..."

Jake held you tight, “I don’t know and I wish I did. All they said was that he was being taken to the hospital and that we needed to be there when they got there.”

You started to cry. You were trying to hold back your tears. You looked up and placed your hands on your head, “FUCK! JAKE! FUUUCK!” You started to sob.

He hugged you tight, “He’s going to be okay. I know it. He’s Bradley Bradshaw. He always gets away with just a scratch.”

Jake helped you into the car. He called Evelyn and explained to her what happened, or at least what he knew. She agreed to keep Leia with her until you knew more about the situation. You arrived at the hospital, they brought you into a family waiting room. Hangman held you and comforted you the whole time as you waited.

“Jake.” Your raspy voice whispered.

“Yes, honey.” He rubbed your hack and kissed your head.

“I can’t do this without him.” You started to cry again. “I need him, Jake.” You started to shake as you cried.

Jake pulled you into his embrace. “You won’t have to. I’ll make sure they do everything for him. I promise he will come home, honey.” He rubbed your hair and rocked you, “I promise.”

We sat in the family room for a couple of hours. Phantom finally emerged from the doors coming straight to you and Hangman.

“Oh, Phantom!” You stood up quickly and hugged him. He held you tight.

“How are you, my dear?” He held you close and rubbed your back.

You pulled back and wiped your eyes. You shook your head. “I just need to hear something. Please. Is he okay?” You pleaded with him. You just needed to know something and not be left in the dark.

Phantom placed his hands on your shoulders. “My dear, I think we should sit.”

You felt your heart fall. This wasn’t happening. You had just saw him yesterday. You had so much planned for when he came home… You tried to stay calm. It wasn’t just you feeling the pain, it was your boys too. You tried to steady your breathing. You sat down with Hangman again, Phantom sat in the chair next to you. Hangman wrapped his arm around you and comforted you. You held his hand and were shaking. Hangman pulled you closer to him and rubbed your shoulder.

Phantom took a deep breath. “Bradley took the afternoon routes. Last week we had some issues with Bandits scaring our pilots by locking on them and triggering their tone buzzers to alert them. We noticed it would be an issue, so we changed protocols this week. Fly-out routes aren’t to be paired anymore, Instead, we sent out two leads and 4 supportive aircraft.”

You could feel Hangman tense against you.

“Bradley was on a route with Phoenix, but then I had received a distress call from our other team. I requested for Bradley to meet with them. When he got there, they had been tagged with tone and didn’t know what to do in such situation. A lot of these pilots are new. Their first time being out there and not knowing all the ropes yet. Bradley took it upon himself to show leadership and sent phoenix away back to their original route with two supports. Bradley stayed back with the two who had tone on them. Take the lead.”

You dropped your head, “He always puts everyone before himself. That’s just Bradley.”

Phantom leaned in and kissed your head, “He definitely gets that from his mother. She was the same exact way.”

You took a deep breath and looked back up at Phantom.

“While they were flying, everything was fine. Then radio traffic came through. A lone Bandit was spotted, a second one coming opposite way started shooting. They took those down and more showed up. Phoenix and her team went to him as fast as they could. They were all being ambushed. One of the kids ran out of flares, He was panicking as a bandit was on his trails. Bradley cut him off and took the hit. All I could hear were Phoenix’s screams. They eliminated the rest of the bandits. We sent out a search and rescue team. They found him floating upright in the ocean. Thanks be to god for his floating devices. But he was hurt bad. Phoenix said as she watched him go down…” You stopped Phantom.

“Where is she?” Phantom looked at you with furrow brows. “Where is Phoenix?” Hangman sat up straight behind you.

“She’s being evaluated. She’s really shaken up.”

You rose to our feet. “I need to see her. I need to make sure she is okay, please.”

Hangman stood up with you. “I’ll check on her, y/n. I’ll come back right away after I see her. I promise.” Hangman kissed your head and headed into the emergency room area.

Phantom helped you sit back down. “Y/n. Are you sure you want to know?”

“I have to know. Please.” You begged with tears in your eyes.

He nodded and held your hands, “Phoenix said as she watched him go down some debris from his plane came down and swiped his parachute. He was falling fast. The emergency chute deployed late. He hit the water hard. When they got to him he was bleeding out a lot. I’m guessing the debris went through the chute and knocked him as well.” He held your hands tight, “He was unconscious when we got to him. But they are doing everything they can to help him. He’s in surgery and they will update us as soon as they can.”

You broke down and buried your hands into your palms. “Phantom…” you sniffled and cried harder, “How am I supposed to tell my daughter. How am I supposed to tell her she might never see him again?”

He started to cry and put his head down. “Let’s hope and pray that will never have to come.” He cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead. “He’s a Bradshaw. He’s strong, He’s going to make it through.” Phantom pulled something from his pocket and handed it to you. They were very soggy pictures of you, Leia, and the boys. “They found those on him, clenched in his fist. You and your children are his strength and motivation. He’s going to make it back to you.” He caressed your cheeks and wiped your tears. “I’m not going anywhere until we have answers. Anything you need sweetheart, I am here. We are all here for you. The navy is here for you.” He pulled you into a hug.

You nodded and held onto him tight. “Thank you so much, Phantom.”

An hour went by and you had fallen asleep on the couch in the waiting room. Hangman came back in the room and saw you asleep. He sighed of relief. “Thank god, her body needs rest after all this stress.” He let you sleep and when you finally woke up Hangman was sitting next to you rubbing your head. You got up and he rubbed your back. “I checked on Phoenix. She’s shaken up, bad. I’ve never in all the years knowing her, seen her like this.”

“When can I see her?” Hangman pushed your hair from your face.

“Tomorrow.” He nodded. “I called Mav and Austin. They’ll be here in a couple of hours.” He cupped your cheek.

“You called Mav?” You felt your heart drop. Oh god. You couldn’t imagine how he was feeling. First Goose and now Bradley? “Oh shit.” You squeezed your eyes shut.

“Hey, let me get you some water, honey. You need something in your system. What do you feel like eating?” Hangman rubbed your back. You shook your head. “No honey, you need to eat. Please. For the boys.”

“Okay.” You said in a whisper.

“I’ll bring you a sandwich and some water, okay?” Hangman kissed your head again before heading out of the room.

You sat back in silence. Phantom was fast asleep on the couch across from you. You looked down at your belly and rubbed it. You closed your swollen eyes and focused on your breathing. Your body felt so numb. This had to be some nightmare, right? You’d wake up in your bed tomorrow and Bradley would be fine. You felt another tear slip from your eye and onto your cheek. Hangman came back and sat down next to you. You opened you eyes and looked at him with a weak smile. He was holding your sandwich to you.

“Here, honey. You and the boys need to eat. Please.” You took the sandwich from Hangman and started to unwrap it. He placed your water next to you and he started to eat his sandwich.

You laid your head on hangman’s shoulder as you ate. “He’s gonna be okay… Right Jake?” Your voice was solemn and raspy.

Hangman looked at you with sad eyes and sighed. He laid his head on yours and closed his eyes. “I know he will, y/n. He’s one of the strongest guys I know.” He kissed the top of your head. “I promise, I will make sure they do everything and anything for him.”

You nodded against his shoulder and continued to slowly eat your food.

A couple of hours had passed. You were laying on Hangman’s lap. You had a blanket draped over you. It was warm, but you felt so cold. Hangman was massaging your head. You were staring at the table in front of you, it was covered in magazines. You kept reading the Health magazine’s title over and over again. How to Overcome Anxiety.

The family’s waiting room door opened slightly. You and Hangman looked and saw the doctor coming in. You sat up quickly and Hangman helped you up. The doctor sighed and came to sit with you both. Hangman went to go and wake up Phantom. When he saw the doctor, he woke up quickly.

Once you all sat with the doctor they began to explain to you all what they did.

“Mrs. Bradshaw, we had to staple and stitch up a gauge in your husband's shoulder. He had lost a significant amount of blood, but we were able to put 3 bags in him. We also had to go in and place a plate and a couple of screws in his left clavicle, it was broken into several pieces. We have him in a neck brace, just to keep him steady. His vertebrae were stressed, but we saw no damage to the spinal cord or vertebrae. He has a couple of broken ribs from the impact when he hit the water. We also had to stitch his thigh. We are assuming the debris that came down and hit his shoulder went right across and cut open his thigh as well. Thankfully, other than that. He just has some minor cuts, abrasions, bumps, and bruises. It could have been a lot worse, but thanks be to god it isn’t.” He placed his hand on your arm.

You started to cry softly. You were thankful that there weren’t more complications. Especially after you had heard what happened to him. You were preparing for the worst. You placed your hand on the doctor’s hand. “Thank you so much.” You shook you head and patted his hand, “Thank you so much, doctor.” You looked up at him and gave him a hug.

He rubbed your back, “Of course. We will do anything to make sure he’s okay, Mrs. Bradshaw.”

You pulled back and wiped your face. “When can we see him?”

“You can come back and see him now. I must forewarn you. We do have him in a medically induced coma. We just want to give him time to rest and have his body heal before we have him up. He will be in a lot of pain, so we thought this would suit him best.”

You nodded, “Can I please see my husband?”

“Of course. You can all follow me.”

You stood up and Hangman helped you up. He had his hand on your back and the other holding your hand to help steady you. He walked with you through the halls to Bradley’s room. Phantom branched off and went to go and check on Phoenix.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw’s room. You are both welcomed to stay here.” The doctor opened the door. The curtain was covering Bradley, but you could hear all the beeping from the machines and monitors. The doctor opened the curtain and the sight in front of you nearly had you fall to your knees. Thankfully, Hangman was there holding onto you.

“Holy shit…” You started to feel weak.

“Honey.” Hangman grabbed onto you. The doctor grabbed a chair and him and Hangman helped you into it.

Your breathing was slow. Your heart wrenched in your chest. Your vision became blurry as you began to tear up. This wasn’t your Bradley. There had to have been some mistake. He was hooked up to so many machines. There was a tube going into his mouth and down into his throat to breathe for him. He was in a neck brace, his shoulder patched up, arm in a sling, he was swollen, had slight lacerations on his face, arms, neck, he had bruises, his thighs was bandaged up, his eyes still being held shut with medical tape, he had so many wires hook up to him to minter his oxygen, heart rate, blood pressure. There was no way this was him. You had just saw him no less than 48 hours ago. He was fine, laughing, giving you, your daughter, sons, and puppy good-bye kisses and hugs. This wasn’t your Bradley, you had no idea who this was.

Hangman walked over to Bradley’s side and placed his hand on his hair. He leaned down and kissed his forehead. “We’re here, Rooster. Y/n and I are here. We’re not going anywhere, bro. We are staying here with you. I promise to take care of her in the mean time. I love you, Roo.” He laid his head face down next to Bradley’s. You could hear him crying quietly as he hugged Bradley. “Damn it, Bradshaw. What were you thinking. You put everyone before yourself.” Hangman sobbed into the side of Bradley. “Fuck man, we need you.” He was shaking slightly as he pleased with Bradley.

You called over to Hangman in a shake voice, “Jake…” He got up and looked at you with red tearful eyes. You gestured for him to come to you. He came over and pulled up a chair next to you. You pulled him into a hug and held his head to your head, “He’ll be okay. Remember what you said? He’s Bradley, he’s going to come out of it.”

Hangman chuckled and kissed your cheek, “You’re right. You are absolutely right, y/n.” He smiled at you and wiped his tears.

You looked at Bradley on the bed, “Do you think he’ll fly again, Jake?”

Hangman looked over at Bradley laying on the bed. “I really don’t know, but I sure hope he can. He’s damn good at it.” Hangman sighed. “So fucking good at it. I know for a fact that he would have beat my ass if we were in the same class for Top Gun.” He looked at you and chuckled, “But don’t tell him I told you that. He’ll never let me live it down.”

You giggled and wrapped your arm around his shoulders, “Your secret is safe with me, Jake.” You patted his shoulder. You started to stand up. Hangman helped you up, “I’m going to go and get fresh air. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Jake nodded, “Do you want me to come with you?”

You shook your head, “Stay here with Brad. In case anything happens.” You smiled weakly at Hangman.

He stood up and gave you a hug, “Call me if you need anything.”

You started to walk around. You made your way outside the front entrance of the hospital. You stood there with your hands on your hips. You ricked your hips forward and back to stretch your body out. The breeze felt good against you, it helped open up your tight chest. It felt so good to be able t to finally breathe. You turned around to walk back inside the hospital. But, before you could you could hear someone calling for you. You looked over your shoulder. You saw Mav and Austin running over to you.

Mav comes running over to you. “Hey, sweetheart.” Mav’s face was full of hurt, concern, and guilt. He had his arms out to hug you. You turned around, super pregnant Mav’s eyes went wide. He looked down at your belly and had his arms out. “ Sweetheart…Are you pregnant?!”

You laughed weakly and held your arms out. You started to break down crying “Surprise.” You dropped your head down into your hands. Mav pulled you in for a hug. He hugged you tightly.

“Sweetheart. God you look so beautiful! Congratulations!” He kissed your cheek over and over again. “Oh my gosh, sweetheart! This is so exciting and surprising! Why didn’t you tell me?” He placed his hands on your belly.

You chuckled and watched as he looked at your belly in amazement. “We wanted to surprise you. We hadn’t told anyone yet… Well besides Austin, Hangman, and Phoenix.” Mav looked at Austin with wide eyes.

“You knew before I did!” He chuckled.

Austin shrugged, “I promised I wouldn’t say anything.” Austin leaned in and kissed your cheek. “You look amazing, darlin.”

You smiled at the both of them. “Thank you.”

“So, how is he doing, sweetheart?” Mav stood up straight and looked at you while blowing out a worried unsteady breath. He placed his hands on his hips.

“He finished surgery 30 minutes ago. The doctor came to Hangman, Phantom, and I and explained the procedure. He has a lot of bumps, scratches, and bruises. He had to have a plate and screws put into his clavicle, it was broken into several pieces. There was some debris that cut a gauge into his shoulder that they had stapled and stitched up. He had some stitches put into his thigh from a cut. He has a couple broken ribs, he’s in a neck brace for stability, but no damage to vertebrae or spinal cord. They said he did lose a significant amount of blood so they transfused 3 bags into him.” You sighed, “But from what happened, they said it could have been a lot worse.”

Mav nodded and pulled you in for a hug, “I am so glad he is going to be okay. He has a long road to recovery, but he’s a Bradshaw. He’s going to be okay, sweetheart.” Mav placed a hard kiss to your temple.

Austin came and gave you.a hug and kiss on the head, “He’s right. He’ll be okay, darlin.”

“What’s he doing now? Is he still asleep from the anesthetic?” Mav furrowed his brows.

You shook your head, “They actually have him in a medically induced coma. They want his body to heal some, before they wake him up. They said he’d be in a lot of pain, so this was the best way for him to rest and recuperate.” You sighed.

Mav gulped, “I am so sorry, y/n. I know his is so hard, sweetheart.” Mav gave you another hug. “But that’s really good that they went ahead and did that for him.” Mav rubbed your back and rested his chin on your shoulder.

You started to cry in May’s embrace. “I know, but I could have lost him. You could have lost him. Leia, the boys, everyone.” You sniffled and held onto Mav tight.

Mav let out a sigh, “I know, honey, but we didn’t he is still here, my love.”

You laid your head to his, “I know and I’m trying to be so strong for him and the kids.”

Mav pulled you in closer to him, “And you are doing a great job of it, sweetheart. You are doing so good.”

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Keep the faith strong for our daddy Brad. ❤️ "He's Bradley Bradshaw. He always just walks away with a couple of bumps and bruises." "He's a Bradshaw." I'll see you in the next chapter, babes! ❤️

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'Good Riddance' by Gracie Abrams Sentence Starters

BEST

"I was bored out my mind."

"When I could come to life, I didn't."

"You're the worst of my crimes."

"I never was the best to you."

"It was my little strange addiction."

"I destroyed every silver lining you had in your head."

"We were too different, you were so sensitive."

I KNOW IT WON'T WORK

"I left you here."

"What if I won't?"

"How am I supposed to put that gently?"

"What if I'm not worth the time and breath I know you're saving?"

"Part of me wants to walk away 'til you really listen."

"I hate to look at your face and know that we're feeling different."

"Why won't you try moving on for once?"

"I know we cut all ties, but you're never really leaving."

"I'm thinking everything you wish I wasn't."

"You're better off, I'm being honest."

"Won't you stop holding out for me when I don't want it?"

FULL MACHINE

"I'm a rollercoaster."

"You're a dead-end street."

"But won't you stay for a while?"

"I wish that you'd never leave."

"I almost lost it."

"I'm codependent but trying hard not to be."

"I'm better when you're next to me."

"I'm a shameless caller."

"You can lie to me."

"But do you think we could talk?"

"I'm a forest fire."

"I had a life here before you."

"It's just that I'll always choose you."

WHERE DO WE GO NOW?

"A lot of that felt wrong."

"Like I miss you."

"But when I kissed you back, I lied."

"You don't know how hard I tried."

"Where do we go now?"

"You look hopeful."

"Can't you tell our light burned out?"

"Got a lot to cry about."

"There's nothing left here."

"All our best years are behind."

"What a brutal way to die."

"But you choose it every time."

"We could meet down the line."

"I can't promise you'll like it."

"I know I changed overnight."

"I'm half of myself here without you."

"You're the best in my life and I lost you."

"Guess the space was the thing that I needed."

I SHOULD HATE YOU

"I wasted my breath when I tried to console you, didn't I?"

"We didn't happen the way we were supposed to."

"I know that I should hate you."

"You're not even here, but you're doing my head in."

"All I ever think about is where the hell you even are."

"I swear to God I'd kill you if I loved you less hard."

WILL YOU CRY?

"Will you cry if I let go?"

"How'd we get stuck?"

"Now, I'm what you're bored of."

"Would it not kill you to say goodbye?"

"It's kinda funny when it goes from all to nothing."

"You have to laugh before you start to cry."

AMELIE

"I met a girl/boy once. She/he kinda ripped me open."

"She/he doesn't even know it."

"She/he doesn't know my name."

"Where did you go?"

"Why'd it feel louder when it all went unspoken?"

"All I can do is hope that this will go away."

"But she/he doesn't know that I'd let her/him ruin all my days."

DIFFICULT

"It's no one's fault."

"I really think sometimes there's something that I'm missing."

"I should probably go back home."

"I guess I'm just difficult."

"I meant to tell you."

"Was it something that I said that colored you blue?"

"I've been drinking."

"I thought eventually, my ranting her would fix it."

THIS IS WHAT THE DRUGS ARE FOR

"This is what the drugs are for."

"Hopefully, the high works to change my mind."

"I haven't seen you in a lifetime."

"What am I supposed to do when you used to be my lifeline?"

"I've counted all the days since you walked away."

"I've gotten used to sleeping here without you."

"All I ever do is think about you."

"I'm still waiting by the phone."

FAULT LINE

"When I'm down, I fall right back to you."

"You could go and I bet I'd recover overnight."

"You feel lightyears away."

"If I met you today, I would run to the arms of another."

THE BLUE

"I hope we've got a lot in common."

"What are you doing to me now?"

"You came out of the blue like that."

"I never could've seen you coming."

"I think you're everything I've wanted."

"You make me really nervous."

"I've never felt this close to someone."

"What if you're my weakness?"

RIGHT NOW

"It's the best and a curse."

"Think I'm more alive somehow."

"I feel like myself right now."

"What if this is it for now?"

BLOCK ME OUT

"I'll say whatever you want, but I've become such a liar."

"I used to follow my gut."

"I should be happier now, so why do I feel this quiet?"

"Now I only let me down."

"I've been thinking way too loud."

"I wish that I could block me out."

"I think I'm burning alive, but nobody sees the fire."

"Don't know how they see me now."

"I feel ten feet off the ground."

I'm getting tired of feeling delicate."

Every voice in my head is trying its best to haunt me."

UNSTEADY

"People freak me out."

"It's so hard when it feels like my fault."

"Someone pull me out right now."

"The girl/guy in the mirror's a stranger."

405

"I drove a hundred miles an hour to forget you."

"If I were to go tonight, I think I would regret you."

"You took the half of me that I needed."

"How'd you walk away so easy?"

"It's almost like you like to let me down."

"I hate the fact that I miss you around."

"Please, you won't even look at me."

"It's getting embarrassing."

"You forgot me overnight."

"You didn't even try to hide it."

"You've consumed, like all my nights."

"Now I know it's unrequited."

TWO PEOPLE

"Why does it feel like you don't even know me?"

"How are you looking at me like a stranger?"

"I loved you so hard for a time."

"We'll die anyway."

"Don't think we're above, might happen to us."

"You know everything that could kill me."

"Why am I clawing to you to survive?"

"Don't know what to say, two people can change."

#rp memes #rp starters #rp prompts #rp lyric meme #lyric starters #lyric prompts #roleplay starters #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #not the old me. 2.0 me. no it's all of meme combined (ask meme)#when there was me and queue (queue)

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bomberqueen17 · 8 months

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oops

lol yet again i missed doing my friday update schedule. in my defense, a lot's been going on. before I say anything else I should also say-- DMs on Tumblr currently do not work for me, the message thing shows me the preview but if I click on it, I absolutely cannot open the window, it will hang for literal days. I have the square blank in the corner of this tab as I am composing and no longer remember what I was trying to get it to open. So if you send me an IM on Tumblr I will only be able to read whatever of it is in the preview! So don't be offended if I never respond, because I can't write back because the window literally never opens. I got one to open yesterday but it was about 45 minutes and a lot of window reloading. I think it's safe to say that feature's just gotta be dead to me. RIP.

Anyway what's been up! my BFF from high school came thru Thursday night with her kids to stay in my cabin and i was a bit frantic getting the place ready, as it's not exactly listed on AirBnB. (She was like "oh wow this is a lot bigger and nicer than i thought" girl you were going to cram your children and yourself into a tiny half-finished shack with me? what??? jeez) and at the last minute Dude was like "oh i'm coming too" which, fortunately, I had put myself into a full-size bed on the pull-out couch so there was room for him to be there too but if this were any smaller a tiny house that would not have been possible. see, this is why i didn't actually build a tiny tiny house, it wouldn't have worked.

Anyway they left friday and i spent the day making sausage as fast as i could, and then in the afternoon dude helped me package it and then! i had! two full days! off! (ok i'm in the second of those days rn) so

saturday being My Birthday I made a snap decision that we were going to go see some art, so we drove over to the Clark Institute in Williamsburg MA (like a long half-hour away, it's not far) and saw some of my good buddies in the permanent collection.

(Mom used to take us kids there when we were little, and there are a lot of Renoirs and John Singer Sargent and some Frederic Rembrandt and Winslow Homer and whatnot, many of which I have seen so often as to consider old friends. (This Bougereau, Mom had a poster of on her bedroom wall, and I have always loved it. Apparently, my grandpa upon seeing it-- not the letters grandpa, the other one-- exclaimed of the one whose back faces the viewer "Oh Betty, it's you!" Betty being my grandma.)

I discovered quite by accident, while fucking around on my phone, that there was a Pokestop out in the courtyard, and the Pokestop was titled something about Jenny Holtzer, and i was like wait what and sure enough. There's a set of four white granite benches out there with Jenny Holtzer engravings on them.

This one is fucking brutal, as her shit tends to be:

[image description: a white granite bench engraved with the following text, somewhat darkened by pooled rainwater: "BY YOUR REPONSE TO DANGER IT IS EASY TO TELL HOW YOU HAVE LIVED AND WHAT HAS BEEN DONE TO YOU YOU SHOW WHETHER YOU WANT TO STAY ALIVE, WHETHER YOU THINK YOU DESERVE TO, AND WHETHER YOU BELIEVE IT'S ANY GOOD TO ACT."]

There was also a temporary exhibition of paintings and woodcuts/lithographs/prints by Norwegian artist Edvard Munch, yes including a lithograph of That Painting. Fairly stunning! Running thru October, I recommend it if you're in the area!

ok idk what else has been happening. i am so tired. i might play some pokey mans today but i also might just. not. really. do much of anything. which is boring and dumb and won't make me feel better next week when i have to go back and do more work and have achieved none of my personal goals. but sometimes brain no worky, and that's that.

#about the author

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sasusakucoded · 7 months

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Kakashi called Sasuke to cast a limited tsukuyomi to a genjutsu world housed in a crystal ball. It's almost the exact same copy of what Obito casted before but he confided to Kakashi that its condition is worse. Obito put tailed beasts into this genjutsu world to scare people.

Sasuke: It's just a genjutsu world. Why should we bother saving it?

Kakashi: It's still a world with people in it. You have your version there. Everyone has a version there.

Sasuke: My version there can't take down tailed beasts? Impossible.

Kakashi: *laughs* Ah, you have no idea about the Sasuke there huh? Hmm. Take Sakura with you. She's been to the other crystal ball. The only difference is she was her own self there.

Sasuke: What do you mean?

Kakashi: In the other one, you won't be yourselves. You'll be there as.. Um.. Aliens? *laughs* Well, outsiders, in simpler term.

Sasuke: I still don't know if this is a good idea, Kakashi. I think it's a waste of time.

Kakashi: Trust me with this one. I'll write an official mission for you and Sakura.

---

Sasuke: Kakashi said you've been there before.

Sakura: Hmm. An alternate universe, you say?

Sasuke: Yeah.

Sakura: Could it be..

Sasuke: What?

Sakura: I guess it's the genjutsu world where your clan is alive..

Sasuke: Really? Then I'll probably like it.

Sakura: /thinks/ Yeah.. I'm not sure if you'll like your playboy self though.

---

Both Sasuke and Sakura wore baseball caps to hide their hair. Sasuke also wore sunglasses to hide his rinnegan. Sakura suggested that they wear normal clothes, so people in that world wouldn't be suspicious.

Right off the bat, they met the Charai Sasuke.

Charasuke: Ooh, a lovely kitten who deserves a rose. *offers a rose to Sakura*

Sasuke: *takes the rose and throws it to the ground* What did you say?!

Charasuke: Hey bro, chill! I didn't know this lovely kitten is with someone. *winks at Sakura*

Sasuke: *goes in front of Sakura; sees the Uchiha crest on his necklace* No way..

Charasuke: Hm? You're saying something?

Alt-Sakura: Sasuke-kun! I've been looking for you.. Oh hello. Are you visitors from another village?

Sakura: Y-Yeah! /thinks/ We look exactly the same.. Her hair is just longer.

Charasuke: We're leaving! Sorry bro, didn't mean to offend you. *whispers* Your girl's beauty deserves to be recognized though, so I did that. Bye!

Sasuke: Ah, wait! W-We're new here. Could you help us go around?

Alt-Sakura: Would love too! Right, Sasuke-kun?

Charasuke: Anything that would make my baby happy, I'll do.

Sasuke: *embarrassed seeing his version like that*

---

Sakura suggested to have a picnic instead, so that the 4 of them could talk privately. It's part of the plan to work with their versions for the mission.

Charasuke: Wait, bro! No waaaay! That's so cool!! So, you're saying we're one person?

Sasuke: No.

Sakura: Um, kinda.. But what he's saying is you guys are our version in this world.

Alt-Sakura: You mean to say that even in another world, Sasuke and I are together? *blushes*

Sakura: *looks at Sasuke*

Sasuke: *nervous* Y-You can say that.

Charasuke: So, that means you're also my girlfriend. You're also my baby!!

Sasuke: Heck no! *simultaneously*

Sakura: Noooo! *simultaneously*

Alt-Sakura: No, of course! *simultaneously*

Charasuke: Whoa, chill folks!

Sasuke: She's your Sakura, this is my Sakura. *taken aback of what he said*

Sakura: *blushes*

Charasuke: Got it bro, no need to be hostile, you know.

Sasuke: I'm not hostile!! *with his fist closed*

Alt-Sakura: S-Sorry.. I know he can be annoying but I'm telling you he's really nice too.

Sasuke: /thinks/ So, in this world, I'm the annoying one. How pathetic.

Sakura: Um, Sasuke-kun, maybe you two should go and try to locate the other tailed beasts.. Sakura and I will stay here and to seal the one that visits regularly.

Charasuke: Hey, I'll stay here! I won't leave my baby! *pouts*

Sasuke: Shut up, idiot. You'll go with me. Make your sharingan useful.

Alt-Sakura: Hey, be nice to my Sasuke-kun!

Charasuke: Promise her you won't hit me! *points at Alt-Sakura*

Sasuke: I can't. You're too annoying.

Sakura: Sasuke-kun!

Sasuke: Fine. Just stay quiet okay?

Charasuke: *thumbs up*

---

Sasuke: I can't believe the Sakura here likes you.. Or any girl for that matter.

Charasuke: Ah, no need to be harsh! Why won't they like me? I'm nice to everyone!

Sasuke: That's the problem.

Charasuke: Being nice is a problem??

Sasuke: You see.. I'm not nice as a person. But.. I try to be nice with my Sakura.

Charasuke: Well, surely I'm nice to everyone.. But I'm nicest with my baby only! I mean.. I don't get why I should act cold or something.. *sees a cat and picks it up* Hey, come here. Ah, you shouldn't be in the middle of the street.

Sasuke: *sighs* We're similar after all.

Charasuke: Hm?

Sasuke: I guess it's not your fault that your circumstances in this world are lighter than mine.. So, you do you.. J-Just don't disgrace the Uchiha name.

Charasuke: I would never!

Sasuke: Good. And.. And don't hurt your Sakura. Don't flirt with other girls. Maybe she's used to you being nice to everyone but don't do something that could hurt her.

Charasuke: Hey, if you love your Sakura. I also love mine!! With all my heart!!

Sasuke: Yeah, right.

Charasuke: *chuckles* Sakura.. My Sakura.. She likes me even if I'm not that strong.. Or even if I'm annoying.. She understands my personality..

Sasuke: My Sakura.. Is the same. She likes me even when I was being problematic.

Charasuke: Then bro, be nice to her!!

Sasuke: I am!!

Charasuke: You're not— *sees a girl* Hey pretty lady. You make this evening shine with your beauty, here's a rose.

Sasuke: *takes him using Susanoo and dumps him to the side*

Charasuke: Ouch what's that for?

Sasuke: That's for your Sakura! I thought we're clear about being not a flirt?!

Charasuke: Dude, come on..

Sasuke: *sighs* You're a hopeless prick. *leaves*

Charasuke: Hey!! Wait for me!!

---

Sakura: That was tiring! I can sleep for a week. *laughs*

Sasuke: Yeah. *sees a rose in his satchel* Um, Sakura.

Sakura: Hm?

Sasuke: Thank you for coming with me. *gives the rose*

Sakura: S-Sasuke-kun? *blushes* I guess you learned something from charai Sasuke after all.

Sasuke: Yeah. *smirks*

---

When Sasuke and Sakura were preparing to leave, Charasuke took a rose and wrote a note and snuck them nto Sasuke's bag..

Sasuke from another world,

Thank you for sealing those tailed-beasts! I'm happy that I have a cool version somewhere else.

Like what I promised, I'll never hurt my Sakura while still being nice with other people. I can't change abruptly, bro!

Keep your promise that you'll be nice with your Sakura too!

Hope to see you again!

Sasuke --------{---(@

#from ask #sasusaku #sasusaku headcanon #charasusaku #uchihas #sscoded no 216

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icespur · 4 months

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Resurrected Akeshu Daughter Third Semester AU

Warning: Angst, and discussion of premature infant death.

Extremely pissed Goro Akechi

Please pray for Maruki's safety, because god, does he need it.

Warning for graphic descriptions of murder and maiming.

I’m going to describe some of the brutal things Akechi might do to Maruki as an example of how furious and scary Akechi is here. But please don't take it as me attacking or disrespecting Maruki’s late English Voice Actor, Billy Kametz. This is in no way related to him and was never intended to. He's a wonderful man who got taken away too soon, cancer sucks.

I enjoyed you, Anai, Rui, White Blood Cell. As of writing this I have not played Persona 5 Royal myself, but I can't wait to experience you as Maruki.(Wait, are those really all the anime voices I've heard him as? I thought there were more, bummer guess that's it)

Rest well ❤️ 😇

………………………

4/27/24: Edited to in an attempt to make it read better, spaced out paragraphs towards the end, slight rewording, and replaced commas with periods at certain point

The timeline I have for Akeshu daughter wouldn't work normally with this scenario, unless we—-say, move the third semester to take place a full year later (so like, way after Strikers, December 25th 2017 - February 3rd 2018)

So we are entertaining the concept that the Third Semester takes place a year after Strikers instead of right after Base Game Yaldabaoth fight going into a new year; for the sake of Goro and Akiren's daughter being born by then.

Now remember in my past, very long sloppy “Panicked ParentGoro” post I said their daughter would be born 27 weeks premature and would have to be in an incubator for a while?

Well, in this scenario, what if she sadly—didn't pull through and died.

Goro's death and resurrection by Maruki would be a bit weird here. Logically in this scenario Goro would have to have really died in Shido's palace and so never got to reunite with Akiren and learn about the baby and stay, but for the rest of my idea to work, Goro would have to be alive and reunited with Akiren to witness their daughter’s birth and short moments of life for this to fully hit hard.

So in that sense, the rest of this post won't make much sense logically with the timeline, but try not to think about the logistics too much from here, okay?

Goro would witness the birth, follow the doctors to the NICU out of overprotective parental panic and stay by his daughter's side. But---between her early emergency birth, and her underdeveloped organs and frail body, it proves to be too much and she flatlines—-----in front of Goro.

Akiren and Goro are both heartbroken but Goro is especially fucked up because he witnessed her death, so that just adds a whole other layer of guilt and grief to him.

And then—-Maruki starts to change reality, not only is Akechi resurrected, but—---their daughter is too. Not only is she resurrected but she's full term and healthy.

Now, this would make refusing Maruki's reality choice a lot harder for Akiren. It was already a conflict in normal canon Third Semester with Maruki bringing Akechi back to life for him, and it was “Accept false reality and live brainwashed in a happy world with an alive happy Akechi” or “Refuse false reality and join Akechi to defeat Maruki, take his treasure and bring back original reality even at the risk of Akechi going back to being dead.”

In here it's: “Accept a false reality and live brainwashed in a happy world with Akechi and your baby girl that got taken away too soon, so the both of you can spend this reality living life as new parents.”

Or: “Refuse false reality and join Akechi to defeat Maruki, take his treasure and bring back original reality even at the risk of Akechi going back to being dead again, and your daughter back to being a necklace of cremated ashes.”

Now, I don't think the add-in of their daughter being alive would make Akechi struggle with wanting to stay, like Akiren would. He saw himself being resurrected as a leverage for Maruki and saw the perfect reality as enslavement and no better than being a puppet to someone else's desire.

No, Akechi would still firmly want to return to the original reality. If anything he'd be even more dead set on returning because—--

You use his life as a bargaining chip in an attempt to convince his boyfriend of your view? Shame on you.

You use not only his life, but the life of his deceased baby girl as a bargaining chip in an attempt to convince his boyfriend of your view?

Oh—--

Oh—---

You must have a fucking deathwish, Doctor.

You think “Newly nonconsensually resurrected” Akechi was unhinged and scary?

Try: “Newly nonconsensually resurrected and still internally grieving and guilt ridden from seeing his infant daughter die only to see her alive, full term and healthy all for the price of your boyfriend accepting a false reality and stripping away yours and your daughter’s freedom” Third Semester Akechi.

Akechi is LIVID.

Takuto Maruki resurrected the wrong former Metaverse assassin and premature infant. Akechi doesn't give a fuck about how good of intentions this pacifistic bitch thinks he has. The man just unknowingly signed away his rights to a heartbeat and open casket funeral of old age. If Maruki wants to be in one piece and values having all his limbs attached and organs in working order, he better pray that he never ends up in a room alone with Akechi, because it will not end pretty.

Akechi straight up tells Akiren, in a calm voice that you can hear struggling to not commit to manic and rage filled, but is somehow still just as startling at how calm it is; that if Joker wants to only injure Maruki and take his treasure to return to reality--- he better pry Akechi's phone out of his hands to make sure he can't access the Metaverse or Maruki's palace because:

“If I go with you, and I lay eyes on that bastard, I can't be held responsible for what I'll do next.

A mental shutdown is too good for that man----

I am going to take up sculpting and tear his face to shreds to recreate a mental shutdown with my own bare hands by gouging his eyes back into his skull until he bleeds tears.

I am going to shove my sword so far down his throat it will come out his ass---

I will borrow your dagger to manually castrate him--

I will tear his chest cavity open to rip his beating heart from his body and replace it with his cognitive treasure...

I will unleash every Almighty attack in my arsenal until I either pass out from exhaustion or until he finally collapses to the ground, where I will then empty all my bullets into him--

and for good measure to make sure there is nothing left for someone to even attempt to bury, I will tear him limb from limb, chop those limbs into tiny bite sized particles, and eat them along with the rest of his minced corpse.

Then, you and Mona are going to drive us down to the depths of Mementos, where we will seek out the biggest. Bottomless. Black. Pit. So I can proceed to shit his remains into.”

Do not mess with Resurrected angry parent Akechi.

Joker is also angry at Maruki, but not on the same level as Akechi is. Even he’s like “Akechi, I completely understand your anger but I don’t think Maruki Sensei had completely malicious intentions of bringing our daughter back to life, he thought he was helping us. I mean, I agree, it’s still not worth giving up our free will in the name of an ideal reality, but you’re at a thousand right now, and you need to take it down to at least 50.”

#persona 5 royal #akiren #ren amamiya #akira kurusu #persona 5 joker #goro akechi #persona 5 crow #p5r spoilers #p5r third semester #RIP Billy Kametz #takuto maruki #akeshu parents #akeshu child #shuake #ren x akechi

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lolamarlowe65 · 1 year

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𝓘𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 //James Hetfield

“The house next door was just sold, i hope the new neighbour will be nice.”

part eight of ? part seven

disclaimers: smut, age gap (modern day james), slow burn, cursing, smoking, drinking, kissing, mentions of a size kink, mentions of death, big girls stuff nsfw

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࿓ 𓋪・𖧹 𖤐

Chapter 8 - Unexpected turn

I didn't sleep much. Just enough to get me through the day. My mind was occupied with James's picture. During the night I grabbed my phone a few times just to look at it. I am the only one in the world who has this picture. It feels like a part of him; a very public character; is only for me and me only. I turned around in my bed thinking about what could have been his reaction to my picture. I thought that what I sent was too much for a slight moment but given the lingering lust we have for each other, I doubt that. He makes me so alive and I won't regret at least trying. I think so much and feel so much and nothing has even happened between us. I can't help but imagine being with him, at his side, not only for lust but also for him.

I'm trying my best to look alive at work. Pamela is in a bad mood. She actually entered the pharmacy and threw some papers on the floor screaming "motherfucker". She never tells me anything about her personal life and considering her pissy mood I won't dare ask.

The day is slow, it's like it will never end! The store is closed because we had inventory to do, then we've got deliveries and now we're cleaning and stocking back the shelves. I feel like I am dragged into the hell of one of Pamela's manic episodes. But frankly, it occupies my mind.

"- Hey Ann, can you put the TV on?! Like a music channel or something?!" Pamela asks me.

"- Yeah for sure!" i answer.

There's a TV on one of the shelves behind the counter, it's mostly used for commercials and stuff. Those give you headaches all the time and that's why I hate this TV. Except on inventory day, we put it on for music. It goes from shitty music videos to the old music I am so fond of up to interviews and lives. Right now there's this loud guy who's talking about some new exclusive interview with Metallica coming up next. Wait? Metallica?! I turn the sound up to be able to hear clearly. This must be the interview James was in San Francisco for.

"- Hey guys how are y'all doing?" the journalist asks.

Oh god, it is. I can see James clearly, he is the same. He doesn't put up a character or anything. I mean to me he is already very aloof and strong minded so I guess you don't need to change a thing when you're the frontman of a metal band. The fact is, his sweet smile and good heart doesn't disappear either. He mixes them both so well and stays himself. His voice is calm and his words are well chosen, it reminds me of how much I love talking to him. It makes me so happy. I hope I will see him lost in his music one day. Seeing him play must say so many more things.

I recognise Kirk next to him, he looks and sounds the same as when I met him. And the two other guys must be Lars and Robert. Who is who tho? Who is the one that would look the most like an hyperactive drummer boy? I could check but I'll let it go so I can discover it when time comes. If it ever comes. James looks so busy. They are passionately talking about their new upcoming album and their tour next year. I don't know if I will see him as much as I do today and this thought makes me sad. All the people I have an attachment to all go away at some point. I shouldn't think about it. I don't even know what I exactly feel about James. I shake my head around trying to get back to my work and get those thoughts out of my head.

"- So last but not least. James this question might be too personal but we know things changed around in your personal life. We'd love to know how things are going?" the reporter asked James.

I turn my head around. What a shitty question. "Personal life". It means what it says for Christ's sake! Still, I'd love to hear the answer. Just morbid curiosity. From what Stacy told me, I finally remember he got a divorce not long ago. I don't why but this information came back to mind now. Then he moved out here but we never talked about it and as much as I'd love to know about it in a more intimate setting and not through a very public interview I can't stop but listening to the answer. He is very secretive about it so I can't stop thinking he doesn't know what he feels about all that. He has this whole life build for himself, what could he possibly find interesting about a young chick like me? I know he's not doing all that just for my ass, but then, why?

"- Well man, things were complicated at first but I think I'm good now. Let's say "things" took an unexpected turn." James smiles and laughs slightly.

"- Oh! Interesting and are we going to know about this "unexpected turn" soon?" the reporter asks back.

"- That I can't tell you, but I sure hope." James smiles.

I think I turned red. I cannot be what he is talking about. Nah I can't. I'm not the centre of the world, even more of his. I play with his necklace around my neck trying to get all this out of my head.

"- Haha anyway thank you guys for accepting this interview, I know y'all are pretty busy those times." the journalist says before turning his head to look at the camera. "Stay tuned on this channel tomorrow night. Metallica is playing live for charity and we are here to retransmit it! See y'all tomorrow!"

They're playing tomorrow night? I think I will watch the live. I just want to see how he looks while playing, how they look as a band. I need to see this.

"- Hey Ann, the fuck you doing?" i hear Pam coldly saying.

"- Yeah sorry Pam, coming right up." i answer.

She is right on this point, I just lost myself in my thoughts and the interview for a good amount of time. Let's go back to work. Time is so slow I don't know when I'll get out of here. I better work without a thought in my head to make it go faster.

I finally ended my shift and went to the hospital right away. Early in the morning the hospital called and asked my grandmother to come right away. Apparently, something in her analysis was not clear, they needed her to retake it. Their tone was pressed and I just hope it's nothing bad. Her health is declining those days and I was happy to know nothing was bad in her analysis but apparently my rest was short.

As I arrive I immediately go to my grandmother. They set her up in a room. Just for simple analysis? This definitely doesn't look good.

"- Are you okay grandma?" i ask, voice trembling.

I go and hug her tightly. I need her. I don't want anything bad happening to her. I just wouldn't be able to take it.

"- I am okay sweetheart. I promise." she says sweetly, caressing my head.

"- Don't make me a false promise. You know I couldn't take it." i answer, almost crying.

I can feel that something isn't right. I can feel my grandmother's anxiety through her body. I know she's trying to make me feel better. I know she's telling me to calm myself. But I can't. She's all I have left.

A doctor walks in the room and asks me to talk privately.

"- How is she doing?" i ask.

"- Well, I will be honest with you. Her arthritis is getting worse. There is a high chance she will not be able to walk anymore." he says unbothered, i almost started crying. "We want to keep her here on observation so we can figure out if we can operate on her and to make sure it doesn't spread to her other members." he continues.

"- Will she ever go home?" i ask.

"- Not constantly. It will be better for her if she stays here at the hospital for the time being. I gather some of her friends are also here, we will make sure she has contacts with them and that you can come see her everyday. But it will be better if she stays here."

"- You don't look very optimistic." i say.

"- I'm sorry miss." he answers, not sorry.

The doctor goes away after handing me the papers I need to sign for her admission. I won't do anything without asking my grandmother. My mom asked to get her out of the hospital in her last weeks. She knew she wouldn't make it and chose to stay by our side in the house. Without her asking me, I wouldn't have done anything. My grandma deserves this choice. The doctor was not very optimistic. She is probably going to have her last birthday this year. I am defeated. I want to stay optimistic, to say to myself she is gonna be okay and everything is gonna come back to normal, but I know it's not the case. Preparing myself for this eventuality actually helps me with dealing with it all. I go back to her room and sit next to her on her bed.

"- The doctor wants you to stay here until then." i say, crushed, putting my head on her shoulder.

"- It's okay sweetheart. I will stay here." she answers.

I let out a sob. Today should have been a good day. But it's not. My grandmother tries her best to move around to cup my face with her hands.

"- Ann. My beautiful Ann." she says, putting strands of my hair behind my ear. "You are a smart young woman. I know you understood this visit at the hospital will probably be my last. It's been a few months my health is not doing great and your mother knew it too. Your mother knew I would leave you not long after she did but I promise you sweetheart." her voice trembled. "I promise we will always be with you. Forever and ever. I know you will figure your life out. I know you will find someone who will love you as much as your mother and I do. It's gonna be hard, but I don't want to see my beautiful baby girl losing herself in false hope." she wipes a tear off my face. "I love you. I love you so much. Be happy." she says before finaling. "In the meantime, don't stay here all the time. Come see me everyday, but once you get out, live your life. I want to see you happy during my last moments."

I'm crying so much. I can't accept the truth of this. I just can't.

"- Grandma... I don't want to lose you. I love you, stay with me." i sob.

She puts her forehead against mine and we cry together. Even if she cries like me, she keeps on her sweet smile, this smile that would always reassure me. That would always cheer me up and make me go on. It still does now. Even if it's hard. I will respect her wishes. I will try to live out of here. I will come see her and change her mind with my stories for as long as she stays here. I don't know what will happen to me after she's gone. But I will try it. Just for my mom and grandma.

"- My mind is good but my body fails me. I will always exist, I will always be with you. Like your mom is in this beautiful heart of yours." my grandmother reassures me.

"- Did you sign the papers miss?" the doctor comes into the room to say.

"- Don't you see my granddaughter and I are having a discussion? What do you think your mother would think of this young man?!" my grandma interrupts him. "She will give them to you, now leave her be." she adds.

Her response made me laugh. Her mind is still there and in good health. But her body isn't. Like my mom. Knowing that she will keep her character intact until her last breath makes me feel more at peace with all this.

"- Sorry ma'am." the doctor says embarrassed before walking out.

"- Don't let them piss you off. Silly little doctors who think they're better than you because they got a diploma." she rolls her eyes. "Know what you want and get it." she says.

I'm still crying. My head's a mess but I gather myself to sign those papers. Before I get out to hand the papers my grandma calls for me.

"- Darling, get home. Have yourself a peaceful afternoon. Get me my stuff tomorrow will ya? The nurses are very nice, they will take care of me." my grandmother asks me.

"- Are you sure?" i answer.

"- Yes my love. Come here so I can give you a kiss."

I walk toward my grandmother. She gives me a kiss on my forehead and hugs me tightly. Before she lets me out she whispers in my ear.

"- Would you get Stacy, Pamela and James to come here tomorrow sweetheart? I want to give them a word." she asks.

Stacy and Pamela I get but James? What does she want to tell him? It makes James even more important to me knowing that my grandmother thinks so highly of him. Even if I don't know how to ask James I will try. I don't know how he is gonna react.

"- Okay. I will. I can't promise anything for James. He is busy. I'll have to catch him before then."

"- I am sure you will, love." she smiles, hinting something.

She let go of me and I got out of the room holding tears in the corner of my eyes. Now, each time I will get out of this room I will not be able to know if this is the last time I see her. But I need to keep my head high and do what she asked me. Before heading out, I give back the papers to the doctor. I know James is coming back soon, I told him I would see him today but I don't know if I actually will. Deep within myself, I hope I will. I want him to tell me everything's okay. I want to open this pain of mine to him.

When I get home I lay down on the couch. I don't want to cry so I look at the ceiling with empty eyes while smoking a cigarette. This house is empty without her. I think about my future. My grandmother has lived a full life. She went for her passion, she travelled all around the world and met my grandpa, she had a kid, which she always wanted to have but she never put her work and passion aside. Do I want to travel? How to live off of your passion? Do I want kids? I don't know. My mom would tell me to stop thinking so much, she would say that I will see what will happen when it will happen. She is right. But I'm sure of only one thing right now: I will keep on living to make these two women who made me who I am proud. I just hate the fact that I am so alone in this. Putting my hand on my collar bone to touch the necklace I open my messages, hoping to see one of James, but nothing. He has seen my message. It's written he saw it. I think I'm gonna break down.

I hear a knock on the door and go up slowly to open it.

"- Coming!" i open the door.

"- Hey Anna." James expresses calmly.

"- Ja... James." i say, surprised.

"- Are you okay?" he asks me right away.

I didn't even answer him. I just threw myself into his arms. I hold him tightly by the chest. Maybe it's too much and he will reject me but I didn't think about it, I just needed to do it. James doesn't move, he doesn't do anything. I shouldn't have done that. I try to go back and stop hugging him but James holds me back immediately into his arms. One of his hands is holding tightly by the waist and the other is in the back of my head. My head rests against his chest and I can hear his heart ringing. It goes fast but peacefully. I'm pretty sure his music is not as beautiful as this sound. I can feel him trying to move around. He doesn't let me go but he makes me understand to take a step back so he can close the door behind him. That's better. It's more intimate and makes me feel more at ease. He doesn't say anything and just holds me without forcing me to talk.

"- My grandma. She has to stay in the hospital. She probably doesn't have long anymore." i say, very softly.

"- Oh Anna." James sight. "Everything's gonna be okay." he holds me tighter.

James lets me out of his arms just to hold me lightly. Looking at me, he studies me, trying to get how I react.

"- You are the most courageous woman I know. And I'm sure your grandmother is the first to think it. I know you will be okay. I know she will be okay. Wherever she goes. It's gonna be hard. I know. But your mind is strong and you will keep her in your heart, always."

"- Thank you James." i say, sweetly.

"- Hey." he says, putting his hand on my cheek. "I know that saying those words won't heal you or make anything better but I'm saying them to you to tell you I'm here." he smiles. "I'm here for you. If you want it and whenever you need it."

I look up to him and my eyes dive into his. How happy I am to have him around. Somehow, it makes my grief more peaceful. Because I shared it with him. Because he is here for me. I had very few people around me when my mom died. Apart from my grandmother, Stacy and Pamela. They all helped me with their presence. Having them around made me more tranquil but having James around I feel protected. I didn't know I needed to feel protected until today, but I do. I want to feel like I have a shield that's not made with my survival instinct. A shield that's made of comfort and hope and mostly a strong shield that you wouldn't dare to try and break. James is that. He is comforting, he gives me hope and he's strong enough to kick anybody's ass. I'm pretty sure, at the very least, his mind is strong, and so is he. And as long as he allows me around him, I will see him as such. James isn't only that for me, well, not the only thing I want him to be but that's still too complicated to say. I love the way he is here for me. I don't know if I'm courageous but I will try.

"- Let me get you something to drink, Anna." he says, looking for the kitchen.

I draw a mellow smile, letting out a small laugh.

"- Here James." i show, walking toward it.

As we walk into the kitchen I go and get two glasses out of the cupboard. When I try to reach for the bottle in the fridge James stops me.

"- Let me do it. Sit down and ease your mind." he presses.

I nod and sit down at the table. How sweet.

"- My grandmother... she wants to see you tomorrow." i remember.

"- I'll be there." he answers immediately. "She will kick my ass if I don't come so I'll be there." he then jokes.

I love the way he jokes around to make me cheer up. And it works like a charm because it does make me laugh. She will kick his ass tho. Tomorrow night, James is supposed to play live and I know it. Now, I don't know too much about the organisation of a metal concert but I'm pretty sure his day will be quite busy. Yet he accepted right away without any condition. While I'm getting lost in my thoughts James pours me a drink and gives me the glass.

"- Thank you." i smile.

James leans himself against the kitchen counter in front of me and locks his gaze on me. The kitchen is not very big, having him here, like this, makes it feel even more tiny. Not in an anxious way at all, in a tensful way. It's like the walls are shrinking because the room wants us close. I'd love to nestle myself into his arms and stay here for hours. Feeling his heartbeat, reminding me that I have to keep on and make mine beat as peacefully as his. But I can't. I won't dare trying. The quick hug I had from him minutes ago was so intense I can barely hold on. He made me feel better just with his arms, he made me forget for a brief amount of time about this day. Made me forget about her leaving me. James observes me, probably wondering what I am blabbering about in my head.

"- I saw the interview." i interrupt my own head saying.

"- Did you?" he smiles.

"- The one you did yesterday in San Francisco. It was on this morning at the pharmacy."

"- And what did you think about it?" he answers, keeping on his smile.

"- Well, I still don't get who's Lars and who's Robert but I recognised Kirk. See, I'm becoming a fan. I'm getting there." i silently laugh.

"- You'd be the best fan we've ever had." he smirks. "But I'm already jealous of Kirk so retard the moment you get to know the two others." he jests.

His dumb joke let out of me an honest laugh. I'm also a hundred percent sure I'm burning red. I know he isn't actually jealous, and that would be weird if he was, trust me, but hinting a certain attachment to me by making these kinds of jokes makes me feel so confused.

"- I loved the way you talked. I love the way you don't change from the James I know. Even if I don't know you much yet. You are so sure of yourself and you show it by using a serene tone, never by bragging or thinking you are better than the ones around you. I love that about you." i say, calmly, James keeping his gaze locked on me. "I don't know much about your music but you sounded so passionate. I'm also glad you said things we're doing okay for you. Truly." i conclude.

I think again about "the unexpected turn" he talked about earlier. I'd loved to know what he was precisely talking about. My heart tells me I am, but my reason tells me that I'm giving myself delusions. But yet, there's the necklace, the photo I have of him, all of this that I can't forget about.

James puts his glass aside next to him and straightens up from the counter. I see him slowly walk towards me. This must be about four steps but it feels like twenty. Sitting on my chair, he approaches me and puts two of his fingers under my chin.

His hand.

He lifts my head up so I can look at him. James is already so tall, looking at him from this perspective makes me feel so weak. I don't have a size kink. I swear. And I'm not even "petite"! He is just so much. So much of him. So much that I want. My hand immediately goes to his necklace around my neck. Our eyes connecting on each other's gaze.

"- You know that you are my "unexpected turn"? Right?" James states.

I take a heavy breath. I think my heart skipped a beat. James looks entranced by me. His eyes glimmer a different light. Something changed in the air. Something that feels like the whiff of his breath in my neck I felt the other day. My heart was right. He was talking about me. He sees me in his future. When he said he would be here for me he knew he wanted my heart. His determination is obvious. I can see it in his eyes. But I can see he is scared. I can see he doesn't know how I will react. I get to see a side of him that I would have never guessed about the first time I saw him. He is so beautiful.

So fucking beautiful.

Suddenly my head moves up slightly, desperately trying to reach him. James's head does move toward mine too and I feel his hand slide slowly in the back of my head, in between my hair, helping me to stand up, pulling me toward him. In between paths, him and I trying to reach each other our lips connect. He kisses my lips passionately, holding onto me like he is afraid I'd disappear. But I'm not going anywhere, I have never felt something like this. Lust, romance, whatever. Time stopped at the moment we connected. My hand goes in the back of his neck, trying to reassure him. Telling him, "I'm not going anywhere." His body straightens up and moves me so I can stand up. At this moment, our lips disconnect so we can take a breath, but those seconds must have felt like hours because we kissed again as soon as we took one breath like we are starving without each other. James pushes me against the counter behind me and I push his head even closer to me with my hand in the back of his head as a way of telling him to deepen the kiss. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I let his tongue dance with mine. Grabbing my waist he pushes me back even further and I hear him grunt before he sits me down on the counter. One of his hands stays on my waist and the other goes in the back of my neck.

This is the best thing I've ever felt. I wish time would stop and we could stay like this forever.

"- Last night." James says, in between kisses and out of breath. "I thought I was going crazy when I saw your picture." he kisses me deeply. "I understood. I knew I had to come to you. All the reasons I am so entranced by you I could see in this picture. I had to see you." he kisses me again. "I had to tell you. I wouldn't even have dared to think about kissing you but here I am."

"- James..." i whisper.

"- Here I was with my silly picture, thinking I would make you smile, thinking I could make your eyes bliss, before you sent me this and made all my effort go to waste." he pauses and smiles. "You are so talented and so goddamn beautiful." he adds, our eyes locked on each other's.

My mouth opens slightly to express how bewildered I am. "You are so talented and so goddamn beautiful." Nobody has ever told me that. Never. Even more with such passion and honesty. I am speechless. I want him. Everything. I don't even wait before throwing myself in his arms again, kissing and hugging him, giving him the opportunity of giving me a bear hug, that he takes instantly. Such a sudden act. An act that I wanted to do for longer than you can think. Just feeling his lips on mine is better than anything I have done thinking about him.

"- James... I... You..." i try to gather my words.

"- Shhh... It's all about you right now." James answer.

I don't know how to tell him everything. Everything he makes me feel. Everything I want him to do to me and everything I want him to be. He understands me so well and his answers make me even weaker than I already am. I smile and he kisses me again, my hands starting to play with the end of his shirt. I need him so much. I can hear him grunt as he slowly slides his tattooed hand under mine, grabbing my waist roughly, playing with my skin.

"- The neck-" i say, interrupted by the phone in my house that starts to ring. fuck it. "Fuck it..." i whisper.

James stopped kissing me as the phone started to chime but I take his head back to crash him back onto my lips. His hand is still playing with this little parcel of my skin, initiating an indescribable fire into me. He's my fuel, my fire, my desire.

The phone stops to ring but bips, letting the person on the other side of the line leave a message.

"- Hey Ann... It's Stacy... I know you've had a shitty day but I really need you there." i can hear her hesitate. "Well... something happened. I tried your phone but as always, you leave it on silent. If you hear this, just know I left my door unlocked, see you soon!" Stacy concludes.

Her tone is sad and struggling and I feel guilty not hearing my phone ringing. If she had to call on the house phone then she was really desperate. I can feel James's hand let go of my waist to put a messy strand of my hair behind my ear.

"- Go." James says. "She needs you."

"- Are you sure?" i ask.

"- What do you think? Your friend needs you. I don't even have a say in this." he smiles, kissing my lips quickly.

James is such a sweetheart. I don't want this moment to end. But my best friend needs me and I will be here for her. Smiling, I can see him trying to gather his words.

"- Listen Anna. I want to do things right. I want you, but I don't want you to think I just want to play with you." he suspends, studying my expressions. "Let me take you on a date. One date."

"- Yes James. Show me everything about you. Take me anywhere." i answer, my arms wrapped around his neck.

"- Then come to my gig tomorrow night, I want you to see me play. Then the rest of the evening is for you, all for you." he pauses. "I will never accept you not having what you deserve." he concludes, one arm around my waist, one hand playing with my hair. "You deserve a date, you deserve something that's done right."

I nod. Delighted by this news. My whole life is changing and at least I'm glad James is a part of my new world. I want to see him play, I want to have a nice evening with him. I want to know him more deeply. I love the way he talks to me, I can't believe he thinks so highly of me, I can't believe anybody would ever treat me as good as he does in my life. Just for that, I don't wanna let it go. I was afraid my age would be a problem for him, I was afraid it would just be me. But he takes it seriously. And if I didn't have enough proof I can just look at the fire in his eyes, I can just feel his heartbeat. His body and mind work together to show me how honest he is. My eyes glimmering, happy the universe sent him to me in this weird period of my life. "Thank you mom" I say to myself chuckling.

"- Let me drive you at Stacy's." James interrupts, still playing with my hair.

I nod, I don't feel like driving right now. As I'll probably stay over at Stacy's tonight and go to the hospital with her tomorrow, using my car is useless anyway. Having more time with James isn't. Going down the counter I follow James to his car.

The ride is peaceful because I spend it looking at his expressions while he drives and I give him the instructions as to where Stacy lives. When he notices it he lets out a laugh and gives me quick looks trying to stay focused on the road. As we arrive, I thank him and get out of the car. Before I could go, he gets out of the car and asks me to come here. As I get to him, I feel a breeze and hold my arms together. I left home without taking anything other than my bag and I forgot my jacket, even if the weather is hot, the breeze in the evening is still cold. I'll take one of Stacy's for tomorrow, it's okay.

"- Here, take that." James says, putting his leather jacket on my shoulders.

"- I can take one of Stacy's, it's okay James." i smile.

"- I don't care." he teasingly smiles. "You look so good when you wear my things." he adds, looking at the necklace.

"- Okay." i answer, burning red.

His smell is impregnated on his jacket. I wish I could tease him back by giving him something with my smell on. Giving him my panties maybe is too much now but I would if I could easily take them out. I laugh at my dirty thoughts and I kiss his cheek as a thank you. Before I go James takes my wrist in his hand. This hand of course.

"- Send me a text before you go to sleep, just so I know you are okay and safe because if you don't, I'll come rescue you."

"- Don't tempt me, Mr. Hetfield." i conclude, walking towards Stacy's place.

I can't believe how well he treats me. I can't believe he made me actually feel good on a shitty day like this. I can't believe I will get to have that again tomorrow. I can't believe James is real.

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A/N : i’m sorry it took me so long to write it, i got sick and all. hope you enjoy it because i loves writing it <33 just imagine living that with james aargh

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