#I went to the office today and this guy approached me and was like hey you’re dany right?

[dany36]

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[usagikookiejams]

A/N: Hey peeps! Sorry for the long wait 👉🏻👈🏻 I was busy for quite some time due to the final examinations. I hope you guys don't mind me not updating for long. Okayy so here we go, enjoy!~

SOMEONE BAD MOUTHING YOU

Ryuguji Ken, Shiba Taiju, Sano Manjiro

⚠️Warning: curse words, aggressive behavior

Ryuguji Ken (Draken)

Today was weird, Draken felt like everyone was avoiding you for some reason. He couldn't quite put a finger on it. The school bell rang indicating recess time, he walked through the corridor to go to your classroom and have recess together. However, once he walked by the toilet, he heard a conversation mentioning about you, hence he halted his movement. "Do you know that Y/N from Class 3-1 was a bully during elementary school?," "Ugh, no wonder she's in relationship with Draken, they must enjoyed bullying people together during their elementary," the conversation continued which most of the time were about you. Draken couldn't hold it any longer, he has knew you since the elementary! He knew how you were a timid kid, and instead, you were the one that were bullied! That was why he came to your rescue and protected you since then. He approached those students in the toilet, "Repeat that again. I want to decipher whatchu you mean by that... ." They all frozed in their spot, not knowing how to reply. "He! He was the one saying that!," one of them pointed out at a certain guy. Huh..? Draken knows him, he was the guy that confessed to you before and he also went to the same elementary school you both went to. Draken felt enraged and grabbed the said guy's collar. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say that!," "As if! You literally throwing dirt on her name and now you are denying it!." Fast forward, Draken arrived at your class but with the man tailed behind him, "Kenny, why is he here?," you asked curiously. "This guy will confess his sin in front of the school gate after school, you will see why," Draken smirked. Glad to say by the time the school ended, the guy were kneeling in front of you while screaming how he made up those rumour as a revenge for your rejection. The next day, many students approached you to apologize for believing those lies.

Shiba Taiju

Taiju were currently relaxing in his office room. He has ordered one of his subordinate to grab him a drink at the coffee shop across the street. He was minding his own business when suddenly he heard those subordinates of his were chit-chatting at the garden. He happened to hear their conversation due to him currently sitting by the open big window in his office. "Y/N has made our boss becoming less powerful! I hate her! I joined Black Dragon as I admired our boss so much due to his power and strength! But it seems like our boss has become mellow once she came into the frame. How I wish I could broke them up so that we gotta have our old boss back!," the guy that was ordered by Taiju has voiced out his complaint to another subordinate. Without a warning, Taiju jumped from the window and luckily he didn't broke any bones considering that it was quite high. After landing, he threw a punch towards the guy's face. The impact was very shocking, as the guy broke some of his tooth and coughing blood in the process. "I asked you to get me a coffee! Not to badmouthed my girlfriend, asshole!," he kicked the guy in the stomach. The poor guy sworn on his life that he was joking. "Joking my ass! You fucking think I'm dumb huh?!," Taiju continued to punish him. "Drag this guy to the torture room, do as I said or you will become the next target!," Taiju ordered the other subordinate. By the next hour, you entered his office and you could see Taiju was smiling by himself. "Err scary! Why are you smiling like that when no one is around?," you asked him. Taiju walked over to you and hugged you, "Nothing babe. I am just glad that a pest was diposed! He was such an eyesore... ."

Sano Manjiro (Mikey)

Mikey was currently waiting for everyone at the Toman's meeting area. While waiting, he saw some of the Toman's members started to gather there. It seems like none of them noticed him as he waited near the big tree. Mikey started to hear mumblings from the group, so he started to eaves-dropped to their conversation. "Where is Y/N?," "I don't know, maybe she didn't feel like tagging along this meeting anymore," "Glad to hear that, she's no use. I don't know why Mikey let her participates in our meeting. It's not like she helps us fight too." Mikey started to see red, what the hell were they saying about you?! He got up from his position and walked over to the group, "I agree with you guys! Ugh... why would I ever let her in the meeting with us, right?." The group fell silent, most of them looked at Mikey horrified. "Hey, why are you guys not talking anymore? It's okay, just talk! Fill me in with the gossip you have," Mikey faux his smile. They remained silent, that is when Mikey felt like he couldn't take it anymore. He kicked one of them swiftly, making the guy thrown away quite far. The other guys were now begging for forgiveness, saying that they didn't mean what they said about you. Fast forward, you arrived at the meeting area with all of the other founder members of Toman. You ran to Mikey as you saw some of the members scattered on the ground, "What happened Mikey?! Did the enemy group attacked you guys?!." Mikey turned to look at you, "Hehe nothing happened babe! These guys wanna have a match with me so we did, but as you can see, I won!." You sighed and scolded him not to hurt his members anymore. Mikey just nodded his head and walk you along to the other founder members. Unfortunately, the next day, those guys that were found scattered on the ground were nowhere to be found, hmm you wonder why...

[harryyskiwii]

Summary: Flight Attendant Y/N meets Captain Harry Styles for the first time and they join the mile high club, sort of.

Pairing: Reader y/n X Captain Harry

Word count: 4,207

A/N: Hey everyone! So sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I’ve been on holiday the last week and that is what inspired me to write this 🥰As always, please feel free to request anything! Hope you enjoy!

One of the things you enjoyed most about being a flight attendant was the thrill of being able to visit new places, if only for a brief period of time.

You had worked for British Airways for 3 years now and soon you would be hoping to step up to Team Leader where you could help train and look after new flight attendants.

You usually only did short-haul flights out of your base which was London Heathrow and flew across Europe; the longest flight being 6 hours. Short hail suited you, you typically flew to 3 or 4 places within a day and by 1 am, you were back in your bed. That’s if all went to plan. For today’s first flight, you were heading to Dusseldorf in Germany, somewhere you regularly flew to.

You parked your car in the staff area of the airport, changed out of your trainers and into your small black court shoes as driving in heels was never comfortable.

You pulled out your small case from the boot of your car which contained a spare uniform because you won’t be caught out again; on a previous flight a passenger spilt their red wine all over you one time and you had no spare shirt to change into, your water, your lunch because aeroplane food was awful and some spare makeup to top up with in between flights.

You smoothed out your navy pencil skirt, so old fashioned you thought, and tied the red, white and blue scarf around your neck ready to enter the airport.

You headed straight for security and through the fast track lane since you were crew. Once past, you headed to the staff area to check which gate you had to go through to get to the aircraft.

Approaching gate 7, you showed the staff your pass and they nodded and let you go.

You headed towards the aircraft, where you saw the First Officer; Andy doing the pre-flight walk-around. You had flown with Andy for the best part of a year and you knew him well. He got into flying after he fancied a change in career from being in the police. You always liked Andy, he was a father to 2 girls who he adored and always made the typical dad jokes which meant it was normally a good flight with him

“Alright wee one, nice to see you” he smiled at you. “Hey, how are you?” You smiled back at him.

“I’m good, ready for 12 hours of pure joy?” He joked and you laughed. “Always” you replied.

“Who’s the Captain today?” You asked, always fearing if it would be one of the older, slightly rude Captains or one more relaxed and friendly.

“New guy, Styles his name is. Seems like a good bloke, think Daniel already has the hots for him” he winked and you laughed.

You relaxed at the mention of Daniel who you had become best friends with after you had both started the job on the same day. You loved working with him as he always seemed to make the flight go in faster.

“Hey! Am I glad to see you today” you said once inside the aircraft.

“Hey!!” He said hugging you “I’ve not been with you on a flight for ages, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do!” he said excitedly. You laughed as he always saw working with you as gossip sessions rather than working.

You headed towards the front portion of the plane where the crew placed their bags and got ready for the flight. You glanced in at the cockpit where you saw the Captain sitting doing the necessary paperwork before departure. Although you could only see the back of him you could tell he was wearing his black double-breasted black jacket with the 4 gold stripes on both the epaulettes and the sleeve of his jacket; showing his ranking as Captain.

He had short, dark brown hair which you could tell had been meticulously styled that morning as not a hair was out of place. You had never worked with this captain before, so you weren’t sure what to expect from him; some captains could be so far up their own, you weren’t allowed to speak to them unless spoken so you kept quiet and put your things away and headed back out to the main cabin to find 2 more girls who you didn’t recognise arriving onto the plane.

“Hi, I’m Emma, Team Leader for today. Nice to meet you” the tall blonde girl who was wearing a minimal amount of makeup but still managed to look flawless said to you.

“Hi nice to meet you, I’m y/n” “Lovely name, I’ll go sit my bag down and we can start the briefing” she smiled.

You noticed the other girl who had since boarded, she looked a little more reserved so you decided to introduce yourself.

“Hi I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you” You smiled at her to help relax her. She looked young and a little unsure, she was maybe 18 or 19 years old so you assumed she hasn’t long qualified as cabin crew. You remember how nervous you were for your first few flights so you decided you wanted to look out for her during the day

“Hey, I’m Holly” she said. “Not long qualified?” You asked kindly.

“This is my 2nd flight” she said and you smiled.

“Don’t worry I remember my first couple of flights, it’s nerve-wracking but you’ll soon get the hang of it. There’s no better way to learn than doing it so if there’s anything you need a hand with today, just let me know. I’m always happy to help” you smiled.

“Come on, I’ll show you where to put your things” You smiled and led her towards the cockpit.

“So you can grab anything you need out of your bag and put it in the fridge if you’ve got a sandwich or anything like that, otherwise you can pop it in here and lock it, we all put our bags in one locker together

“Ahh, I thought I heard some voices. I was just coming to do the briefing” you heard the captain say from behind the cockpit door. You stood up straight and smiled at him coming out.

His eyes fell onto you first and he smiled “Harry Styles, pleasure to meet you” You shook his hand that he had extended for you and took in his beauty. He looked young, maybe 29 or 20. He had green eyes and fair skin which had a slight tan to it, making the dimple on the left side of his face more prominent.

“Y/N, lovely to meet you, Mr Styles”

“Please, call me Harry” he told you and you smiled at how genuine he seemed. Most captains would only allow you to refer to them as Captain and their last name so it was nice to have one who was more relaxed.

“This is our newbie Holly, this is her 2nd ever flight today” you smiled as you introduced the new recruit to him.

“Holly, nice to meet you. I’m Harry, hope you’re settling in well?” He asked kindly as he shook her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Captain Styles, yes settling in very well thank you” she sheepishly replied. It always was a bit intimidating to speak with a captain, especially ones you didn’t know much about.

“Call me Harry please” he smiled. “Shall we move to the cabin and start the brief?” He asked and you nodded, moving to the front part of where the passenger seats were located.

By this point, everyone was now in the cabin waiting to start the briefing. The captain introduced himself to the remaining crew members before you all took seats at the front of the plane.

“So my name is Emma I’m one of the British Airways Team Leaders and I’ll be working as number 1 for this shift. Today we’ve got Captain Harry Styles and First Officer Andrew Simmons on the flight deck. For cabin crew today we’ve got Daniel, Holly and y/n, I think we’ve already met each other by now yes?” Emma asked as she pointed to everyone during the introductions.

“Great, it’s a Boeing 777 we’re on today, I’ll let Captain Styles and First Officer Andy talk more about that in a bit. There are a total of 6 flights today; Heathrow to Düsseldorf, Düsseldorf to Heathrow, Heathrow to Las Palmas, Las Palmas to Heathrow and then Heathrow to Venice and Venice back to Heathrow. Full flights on all destinations so we need to be on top of our game in the cabin, Daniel can I ask you to be number 2 today? Holly, do you mind being 3 today and y/n as number 4?”

Number 1 meant you were looking after the passengers in the front of the plane, number 2 was in the middle of the plane, number 3 was in the back section of the plane and number 4 was an additional person who helped the rest of the team, including the flight crew.

You nodded in agreement, secretly glad you were given the position of helping to look after the captain and the FO.

“Captain Styles, do you want to run through your information?” She asked and he straightened up in his chair.

“Yeah sure I’ll just introduce myself a little more since I’m a new face to a lot of people. I’m Harry I’ve been a Captain now for 5 years having previously worked for Ryanair before moving here 3 weeks ago. Please call me Harry because Captain sounds old and although I’ve recently hit my 30s, I’m not quite there yet” This gained a few laughs from the crew, including yourself.

So he was attractive and funny? The more he spoke the more you found yourself more and more drawn to him. He was charming. But not in a cocky way, he seemed genuine and the fact he was a Pilot told you he was smart. Very smart. You always did have a thing for intelligence.

“We’ll be cruising around 30,000 feet once up in the air, weather looks good, clear skies with a 30% chance of light showers. The weather in Düsseldorf is 23 degrees which doesn’t concern us as we’ll have a 20-minute turnover before boarding to come back to the UK unfortunately, bet you wish you’d chosen long haul now Holly?” Harry joked at the fact that although travelling throughout Europe, you hardly ever got to even leave the plane.

You all laughed and Holly agreed. Harry continued with the briefing, telling you about the time durations, and quizzing everyone on emergencies, something which was legally required to ensure all crew knew what to do in the event of one.

“Thanks everyone, I think we can start boarding now” Harry smiled and Emma nodded, knowing to start the boarding procedure.

“Y/N can you help Holly if she needs a hand opening the rear door?” Emma asked and you nodded.

You headed towards the rear of the cabin with Holly behind you.

Once everything was set for boarding, you headed towards the middle of the cabin to help passengers find their seats and help with any luggage they had.

Luckily, boarding took 20 minutes and before you knew it, you were doing the safety demonstration for the passengers while the plane reversed out of the airport and to the runway. You could hear Andy’s voice informing the passengers of the information Harry had relayed to you earlier about the weather etc to keep them up to date.

With the safety demonstration over and having checked everyone had their seatbelts on, Emma nodded to you to signal that you could sit down and prepare for the take-off.

“Cabin crew take seats and prepare for take-off” you heard Captain Styles say and you smiled a little at the sound of his voice.

You sat down at the rear of the plane next to Holly and fastened your seatbelt.

“I’ve done hundreds of flights and I never get bored of the take-off or landing” you said to her quietly as you could feel the plane taxing down the runway.

“I’ve done a handful and still get nervous” she said and you squeezed her hand a little to let her know it was okay to be nervous.

He must have gone from 50mph to about 170mph in less than 30 seconds because before you knew it, you were being hauled into the air with such speed that you swear your heart fell out of your arse. A “fuck” could be heard under Holly’s breath and you laughed.

That was a sure sign of a good takeoff. For a plane to take off at such speed it requires a good sustained acceleration which was exactly what Harry did.

So he was attractive, funny, intelligent and good at lifting 150-ton planes off the ground? Was there anything this Pilot wasn’t good at?

As the plane climbed into the air, Andy’s voice could be heard over the intercom “Ladies and Gentleman please remain in your seats with your seatbelts fastened until the captain has switched off the seatbelt sign. Thank you”

A common command that was often used for eager passengers who would immediately take their seatbelts off as the plane took off the ground.

10 minutes in, the seatbelt sign was switched off and people started to immediately stand up to use the toilets, it always looked like the hunger games you thought.

Because the duration of the flight was only 1 hour and 25 minutes, only the drinks and snack service were required so you and Holly started with that as one of your first tasks, hoping to keep the passengers settled.

Halfway through the service, the alarm which alerted cabin crew to the cockpit was rung and so as the number 4, you left the drinks cart and headed to the cockpit.

You straightened out your skirt and pushed back a few loose strands of hair before knocking and going in.

“Everything alright?” You asked politely squeezing through the small door and inside the cockpit.

“I’m just gonna nip to the loo” Andy said and you nodded, understanding. It was policy that the cockpit operated a “2-person flight deck” which meant 2 people had to be in the cockpit every second the aeroplane was in use.

Andy exited and headed for the toilet.

“Come and sit down” Harry said to you as he glanced over at the seat Andy had been sat in. You moved and sat down in the First Officer’s chair.

“How’s everything out there?” He asked looking over at you. The plane was now set on autopilot meaning it no longer required the captains' manual control, rather a system was being used to control the path of an aircraft.

“Yeah everything’s good, no difficult passengers yet, although what are the chances I’ve jinxed it now” you laugh.

“For the next 5 flights, we’ll have the worst passengers in the history of aviation” he joked and you laughed at his quick white

God, he looked so good sitting there. He had taken off his jacket which revealed a clean crisp white shirt, still showing the 4 gold stripes on his shoulder, but the shirt revealed tattoos. Tattoos which made you feel there was a lot about the Pilot you wanted to find out about.

“Great takeoff by the way” you remarked to him and he smiled lightly.

“Thanks, I’d practised take-off loads in flight school and then just lots of experience I suppose”

The way he spoke was so gentle but also with such passion for his career in his voice.

“What about you, how long have you been in the air for?”

“I’ve been cabin crew for 3 years now, I love it. I was saying to Holly earlier that no matter how many times I fly, I still get the same buzz each time we take off and land”

You watched as his lips turned upwards into a smirk “You’ve not experienced my landing yet, wait until you do”

You laughed at the comment and right on time, Andy came back.

“Fancy swapping jobs for the day?” He joked when he saw you in his chair. You laughed and got up “No thank you, I’d rather not be responsible for 130 passengers” you said and they laughed.

“You guys need anything before I head back out?” You asked them both.

“Could I get a tea if possible please y/n?” Harry asked you politely.

“Of course, how do you take it?”

“Milk and 2 sugars” he told you and you took a mental note of it.

“Nothing for me thanks y/n” Andy said.

You headed back to the cabin, being stopped multiple times by passengers to ask for certain things before making this Captain his tea.

You knocked on the cockpit door and went in.

“Here’s your tea for you” you said handing it to Harry. He smiled and took it off you “Thanks” You headed back to get a Karen in row 21 the G&T she had previously asked for .

“Y/n!” You heard your name being called by the captain from behind the door of the cockpit you had just been in.

You sighed a little, sensing something was wrong and headed back in.

“That’s the best cup of tea anyone has ever made me” he remarked as he smiled at you.

You laughed slightly “I’ll add tea-making skills to my CV then”

“Honestly it’s perfect, I might have to request you on every one of my flights so you can make me the perfect cuppa”

“Right you two, enough with the flirting. Styles we’ve got 25 minutes until landing” Andy jumped in and you and Harry both laughed.

Andy winked at you and you continued with the rest of your tasks.

You arrived in Düsseldorf, with a very smooth landing from Captain Styles at 7:20 am with the next flight at 8 am, giving you a 20-minute turnaround time to get things ready for the next lot of passengers boarding. It was a quick turnaround and before you knew it, you were taking off from Düsseldorf back to London

Landing back at Heathrow at 9:30 am, the next flight was at 10:15 and already there was an issue.

A nervous passenger was starting to feel unwell and wasn’t sure if she would be able to fly to Las Palmas. You and Emma were trying to convince her that the 4-hour and 30-minute trip would be completely safe and she had nothing to worry about.

“I can’t, I can’t fly. What if the plane crashes or falls into the sea? I can’t swim, I will drown and die. I can’t” the passenger who looked no more than 25 said.

“I completely understand your nerves, I can assure you that aeroplanes these days are made to be very very safe and the chances of anything happening are so very slim” you tried to reason with her.

Meanwhile, Emma had instructed Daniel to tell the flight deck what the delay was.

“Hi, I heard we’ve got a nervous flyer?” You heard the same voice who had complimented your tea-making skills say from behind you. The woman nodded.

You looked up to see Harry standing in the cabin, looking to speak with the passenger.

You stepped back and let him crouch down beside her in her seat.

“I’m Harry, I’m the Captain who’ll be taking you over to Palma today. Can I ask your name?” He asked kindly to the passenger.

“It’s Rebecca” she said.

“Okay Rebecca, it’s nice to meet you. So Daniel explained to me that you’re quite nervous when flying?”

“Yeah, I worry the plane will crash or fall into the water”

“Okay I can see why those are concerns, the risk of a crash or the plane failing and falling into the sea is 1 in 11 million. The aircraft is completely safe and in all my years of flying, I’ve never had an emergency on board, well actually I forgot my coffee once which was a real emergency. I’m a real grump without my coffee” he joked and the passenger laughed, as did you at the comment.

“The team are all here to look after you during the flight and if you need anything at all, you can press this button above your head for assistance and they’ll be right over to help you. Does that put your mind at ease a little bit?” He asked still crouched down beside her.

“It does thank you yes captain” Rebecca smiled.

“Good, we’ll be taking off in around 10 minutes so sit back, relax and try and enjoy the flight as much as you can” He smiled and renters back into the cockpit to being the takeoff procedure.

During the flight, the nervous passenger fell asleep halfway through and only woke up when the plane was safely on the ground. Harry came to check on her as she was disembarking and she couldn’t thank him enough for his kindness in calming her down.

“It’s no trouble at all, you have a good holiday now” he told her as she left the aircraft.

So he was attractive, funny, intelligent, good at lifting 150-ton planes off the ground and great at calming people down. If you hadn’t already fallen in love with this man, by the next 3 flights, you definitely will have.

Thankfully, the following 3 flights were uneventful, except for the drunken guy who had spilt his crisps all over another passenger which you had to clean up.

The last flight from Venice back to base at Heathrow was welcomed. Your feet were sore, your makeup had half melted off and you couldn’t wait to get your hair out of the uncomfortable bun you were required to wear all day.

After seeing all the passengers off the plane, you started to clear up.

“What a day, thanks for all your help guys” Harry shouted down the cabin as he locked it up for the night.

“No problem Captain Styles, hope to be working with you again soon” Emma said to him.

“Likewise, you guys head off I’m just going to do a walk around” you heard him say.

“Are you sure?” Emma said. “Yeah sure, thanks again everyone” he said once more.

You, Holly, Emma and Daniel started to get ready to leave when you felt Harry’s arm touch yours slightly.

“You stay” you heard him whisper into your ear subtly as you passed him to get your bag.

You blushed and swallowed hard “You guys go, I need the loo” you said to the rest of them.

“Go in the airport” Daniel said and you hinted at him to go.

“Weak bladder, you go I’ll see you soon” you smiled at them.

“Text me later!” Daniel said and you smiled as they left the aircraft.

“Weak bladder eh?” The captain raised an eyebrow at you when everyone was out of sight.

You laughed “I couldn’t think of anything else”

He laughed and smirked at you “I couldn’t help but think about you today. That shitty landing in Venice was your fault, I couldn’t think of anything else”

“I’ll just add ‘distraction to pilot’ on my CV as well then shall I?” You joked.

“You’re such a distraction to the pilot,” he said quietly as he leaned in closer to you.

He cups your face in his hands and he leans in and slowly kisses you. The kiss soon starts to grow more intense as moans echo through the cabin.

He’s started to groan in your ear and kiss your neck up and down.

He pushes you down into a seat in the front row by your hips and he kneels down in front of you.

His hands go up underneath your skirt and start to pull on your tights to reveal your bare legs.

"Harry we can’t do this here." You say completely out of breath already.

“You’re right, the toilet is better. Does this count as joining the mile high club even if we’re not in the air?” He smirked as he led you, barefoot to the bathroom.

For the next 10 minutes, you and Harry enjoyed each other’s company in the toilet as he moved his hips slowly inside of you, each thrust getting faster and faster.

You felt like you might collapse soon and he knew it too so he decided to stop just before you orgasmed and let you out of the toilet.

You sat down in the front row, completely out of breath, a little disheartened he’d pulled out before you orgasmed.

He appeared from the toilet, zipping up his trousers and putting his belt back on.

“Let’s finish at my house” he said and you happily obliged. It was fair to say that night you never got any sleep, despite how tired you had been after your shift.

Thanks to Harry giving you the most amazing sex you’d ever had, you had never been more grateful to be an Air Hostess as you had been that day for meeting your now boyfriend, Captain Harry Styles.

[stxar-pvnk]

Hey, if it's okay to suggest a prompt I maybe had one? Saw Angst and fluff are okay so I would go with fluff for this one. Just a cute scenario that came to me. It's the trope of Tony wanting the kid to call him Tony and not Mr.Stark. He tries different approaches, how to get a simple "Tony" out of Peter but the teen manages to always sneak past his efforts. At one point Tony is feeling lost, asking the kid if "they aren't there yet", when Peter grows all flustered. Tony is unsure what has the kid stumbling over his words, red in the face when Peter tries explaining that "Mr. Stark" is a special name to him, like he looks up to Tony, he's his idol, Mentor and personal Hero and Mr. Stark might be standard for anyone's else but to Peter it just means a lot (sorry this got so long, that wasn't my intention 😅)

This is such a cool idea!! Sorry I made it so late but my brain was stumped on how to make this haha!)

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Peter called criminals lots of names, throwing in witty comebacks as they hurtle bullets or occasionally cars at him.

But the one thing that ticked Tony off was the Mr Stark.

His dad's name was Mr stark. Not him.

Still he couldn't be upset at the kid as, Peter was just a really good kid, his manners were perfect and he always wanted to help people, no wonder he would be respectful to adults names.

A late Wednesday in the lab Peter walks in slinging his bag on the floor and taking a excitable seat next to tony, who was working on his repulsors.

"hey Mr stark! You won't believe what happened at school today! So I was at decathlon practice with MJ and Ned, and flash tried to trip me over but I was like nu-uh and I stepped off and he..maybe accidentally fell back and bumped into a table..but that wasn't my fault! Anyways me and Ned were laughing for-"

Peter paused his rambling at the sight of his mentor staring at him

"Mr stark..?" He asked nervously

"that! Why do you call me that!" Tony jumped up and Peter froze and let out a nervous chuckle, seeming confused.

"that's your name mr stark, getting so old your forgetting?" Peter teased

"oh sassy are we now? You'll lose suit priveliges for a week for that, Mr Parker" tony teased back

"Mr starkkk-"

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding!.. mostly."

A loud groan was heard out of the younger scientist.

They went on with lab stuff for an hour and half, Peter seeming to forget all about it and Tony?...

Yeah he had another idea.

Throughout next week Tony tried all sorts of things to get Peter to call him tony, just once!

He tried bribing him...

(It didn't work well, Peter felt so guilty he regifted it to tony.)

He tried asking him, himself to call him tony.

"please, kid-" Tony said staring at the kid who was shovelling Cheerios into his mouth so fast he looked like he was going to choke

"no can do!" Peter said with a big grin as milk dribbled off his chin, Tony rolled his eyes wiping it with a tea towel.

He lastly resorted to a cornering.

"Peter Parker please come to the office with your bag, Peter parker to the office with your bag." The microphone sounded to the schools classroom.

Peter froze.

He had just had a meeting for his attendance which he got away with, barely, with a promise of cleaning the library bookshelves.

Being stuck with Mrs larchen in the library was punishment enough.

What could it be this time?

Peter fretted inside his mind as he walked down the halls and turned left into the office. Strangely enough the only administration lady that was there was Mrs Anderson she was gaping at a guy-MR STARK?!

Peters eyes bulged out of his head

"Mr stark what are you doing here? I don't have a doctor's appointment..or..any appointment..do I?"

He questioned tony just chuckled mischievously signing the exit form for peter and leading him out to the car

He hopped in the back with Peter as happy drove a slow and steady space.

"Mr stark? Why did you pull me out of school? Is this for an internship thing? Because I narrowly escaped suspension and instead have to spend 3 weeks cleaning with Mrs larchen who lemme just say isn't the funniest to be around she once was rumoured to be a troll, I mean that wart on her face kinda looks like one but-"

Tony cut Peter off with a bewildered look

"yeah..uh..no it's..what?" Tony stumbled over his words trying to wrap his head around Peters words. He quickly shook it off though and came back to himself

"no, mr parker we're here to discuss something very different." Tony said firmly

Peter swallowed thickly oh no. It's Mr Parker right now..

Tony must've been thinking the same thing because he gave Peter a knowing look.

oh yeah it's Mr Parker right now. Tony's eyes prevailed.

"so..what is it?" Peter rubbed the back of his head anxious to hear Tonys response.

would he be taking the suit off again? Did I do something wrong? Does he not want me around anymore? Have I disappointed him?

Peters mind filled with overthinking the situation that was until Tony broke the tension

"why do you call me Mr stark, Pete. You know my name's tony."

Peter visibly relaxed sagging against the car seat

"oh good it's just a stupid question" Peter breathed in relief.

Tony's eyes went wide as golf balls "stupid?! I want an answer petey pie, right now" Tony said sternly.

Peter rose a brow and saw his mentor/ father figure was being serious.

"thats who you are to me Mr stark.." Peter swallowed as Tony looked at him to continue.

Peter sighed and began elaborating

"you were my inspiration since I was like 6..and then you were ironman..and then you were my mentor. But your also my idol, Mr stark. Because your an amazing person, a hero, one that struggles but never backs down and has always been there for me Mr stark. Like a dad. Your Mr stark. Because you've made it your own. Your my hero Mr stark"

Peter smiled crookedly and the car went quiet.

Peter waited for a reaction out of Tony, anything, a word, a sound, an expression?

Tony just stared

"oh." He breathed out

It all fell into place in his mind.

The word mr stark had so much more meaning now.

"oh Peter-" tony was cut off by Peter hugging him, it was an awkward position while being strapped in but.. it was special in a whole different way.

"yeah..were There." Tony said stroking Peter's hair softly.

[viesantewrites]

𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝

(𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧)

Robert Fischer (Inception) x Reader

note: Hey guys, I‘ve rewritten this story a bit and decided to post it on my sideblog. I've changed some of the themes and also that the main character is no longer an OC named Victoria, but the reader. I think this story is kinda difficult to write, which is why I've rewritten it several times. I love plots like Shutter Island and tried to do something similar here & it‘s also a story about parasocial relationships and unrequited love.

summary: The reader is hopelessly in love with her boss Robert Fischer, but he doesn't seem to be interested in her. By an unexpected coincidence, they meet in the city and his sudden intense affection for her confuses her. The reader begins to suspect that something is wrong, and when she finally uncovers the truth about her encounters with Fischer the heartbreaking reality is revealed to her.

you don‘t have to watch the movie to understand the story.

age gap, but the characters are both adults. Robert is 37-39, is divorced and has a child. The reader is about 28/29.

word count: 5000+

warnings: topics like mental illness, depression, this is a quite dark and heavy story

It was just half past seven when she heard the familiar footsteps in the corridor approaching the office next door. A key was inserted into the lock and a moment later the door opened.

Glancing around to make sure her workspace wasn't too messy, she threw an old paper cup into the bin before her boss poked his head through the door.

"Good morning, Miss YN, so busy already?" he asked with a tired smile. "It doesn't reflect well on me as a boss to have my assistant here before me. I'm sorry, Monday mornings are always a bit stressful for me."

"No problem, Mr Fischer. I've already sorted the mail for you, it's on your desk," she said kindly, watching him as he took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack, a little damp from the rain.

"Thank you, I can count on you."

He was a very elegant, handsome man, about ten years her senior, with dark hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones and an elegant black suit. She must have stared at him a little too long, because he turned to her with a questioning smile.

Immediately her cheeks flushed and she turned back to her computer screen, but by then Mr Fischer had already approached her and placed some documents on her desk. "Please scan them all and email them to Mr Parker, he's been waiting for them for days," he said to her. "It would be best if we sat down together later and quickly discuss my tasks for today, there is a lot to do. If I'm not mistaken, I have a client meeting at three today."

"At two, sir," she corrected him, handing him a planner with today's date thickly underlined.

He started to grin. "You see, this is exactly why I have an assistant."

Fischer disappeared into his office.

She sighed slightly and went to work scanning the documents. She had been working for Fischer Morrow, one of the world's largest energy companies, for barely a month. Their headquarters had moved from Sydney to London after the death of their CEO, Maurice Fischer. Her current boss, Robert Fischer, was a direct descendant.

She liked Fischer Jr a lot. He was friendly, supportive and didn't get angry when things didn't go to plan. But in some ways he always seemed so unapproachable. For example, he never talked about his private life and YN had no idea who he was outside of work. Then again, he was her boss and his private life was none of her business. But deep down she admitted that she was very interested in him.

The days flew by and she finally felt as if she had been employed by Fischer Morrow for an eternity. But who Robert Fischer really was remained a mystery.

One evening, as she was about to leave, she quietly opened the door to Fischer's office. He was sitting in front of his computer, his chin resting on his hands. "Have a nice evening, Mr Fischer." He jumped slightly, obviously not having heard her come in, but then he smiled. "Thank you, you too."

YN looked at her watch. "It's almost half past seven, don't you want to finish your work soon? Don't you have a wife waiting for you?"

Mr Fischer shrugged. "I've been divorced for a few years now, and I only see my daughter at weekends. The only thing waiting for me is an empty, dark apartment."

YN held her breath. It was the first time he had told her anything about his private life. But in the same second, he seemed to regret his words.

"No one waits for me either," she said. "Except for my cat."

Fischer raised an eyebrow with a smile. "At least that's something."

Finally she said goodbye and left the office. But all the way home, she kept thinking about her conversation with Fischer.

Was he perhaps as lonely as she was?

Tired, YN lay in bed. She didn't even have the strength to change her clothes and remove her make up. Although she wanted nothing more than to get out of that itchy, uncomfortable dress and tights. A soft meow sounded beside her and she felt something soft brush against her arm. Smiling, she pulled the cat closer and buried her face in its white fur.

Since leaving her small home village for London, she had no one to talk to. Her old friends had all left her and moved on with their own lives. Robert Fischer was the only one she spoke to regularly, though it was far from a friendship. With the cat in her arms, she turned to the other side. But what if she had feelings for him?

Maybe she should tell him. But wasn't that too much? He was still her boss, after all, and there were probably plenty of women who were interested in him.

She quickly pushed the thought aside and closed her eyes.

Robert Fischer turned curiously when he heard the quick clicking of heels in the corridor. Panting, his assistant opened the door and dropped her bag on the desk.

"Miss YN, are you okay?"

Her hair was messy, her coat hung loosely over her shoulders as if she hadn't had time to put it on properly, and her lipstick was a little smudged.

"I… overslept," she said, panting. "I'm sorry."

Fischer looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "It's okay. But it shouldn't happen again."

"Of course not, sir," she replied immediately.

He quickly disappeared into his office and returned with a thick stack of papers and a folder.

"Would you be so kind as to sort these documents alphabetically for me? They've been on my desk for days and I haven't had a chance to get to them. I know it's not an exciting task."

She nodded and took the heavy pile from his hand. Fischer thanked her and hurried back to his office.

Sighing, she set to work. But with each page, she found her concentration fading and her mind wandering. Her head ached, her eyes burned and she felt incredibly tired. But she tried not to show it, kept working as hard as she could and finally put the sorted file back on Mr Fischer's desk.

Exhausted, she walked back to her office, sat down in her chair and buried her face in her hands. She was shivering and her ears were ringing. Was it because she had forgotten to take her medicine today?

"Miss YN?" she heard her boss' voice.

She turned immediately and forced a smile. "Yes, Mr Fischer?"

"I have an job interview scheduled for ten, would you be so kind as to prepare the conference room for it?"

"Of course, sir."

He stopped halfway and looked at Victoria questioningly. "Are you okay? You look so pale." She nodded quickly, forcing a smile. "Everything's fine, Mr Fischer." Fischer looked at her, raised his eyebrows, then handed her the key to the meeting room and disappeared back into his office.

A strange feeling of dizziness spread through her head as she walked down the long corridor leading to the conference rooms.

What was wrong with her today?

When it started to get dark outside, YN finally turned off her computer and reached for her bag. The strange dizziness had improved during the day, leading her to conclude that she simply needed a break from work. Fortunately, it was Friday. She knocked gently on Fischer's door, as she always did before leaving, to wish him a pleasant evening. He was sitting there as usual, his chin resting on his hand, deep in thought. He glanced up briefly and nodded politely, noticing her in the doorway. He looked stunningly handsome today, even after this long and exhausting day.

"I didn't ask you how the job interviews went this morning," she asked curiously. Fischer shook his head. "Terribly," he said. "None of these people I'd want in my company." His voice was cold and dismissive, and for a moment she thought he was referring to her, even though she knew he meant someone else. She smiled awkwardly and shrugged slightly. "Well, maybe the next one will be better."

Fischer remained silent.

"Have a good weekend, Mr Fischer."

"You too, Miss YN." He gave her a friendly smile.

"Do you have any plans for the weekend? I know a good restaurant, would you like to join me?" The moment she realised what she had just said, she bit her lip, her face turning red. Had she completely lost her mind? She desperately hoped he hadn't heard what she'd asked, but it was too late. She could see Fischer raise his eyebrows in confusion and stare at her.

"No, Miss YN. I'm not interested. I keep my work and personal life strictly separate." She immediately looked down, embarrassed. Thoughts raced through her mind like a rollercoaster and her cheeks felt as if they were on fire. "I'm sorry, Mr Fischer, I shouldn't have asked you that." She finally grabbed her bag and left the office without another word, feeling Fischer's gaze on her back.

It was drizzling lightly as she walked through the busy streets of London. The cold air did her good and she felt her head clear a little.

Why had she done this? It had been clear from the start that a man like him would reject her. But the words had come out of her mouth as if she had completely lost control. She felt a tear roll down her cheek and quickly wiped it away. She didn't want to have a mental breakdown in public, even though it felt like Fischer had torn her heart into a thousand pieces. Suddenly the strange dizziness returned and her vision blurred slightly. The sounds of London became muffled, as if she were incredibly far away.

"Miss YN, wait!" she suddenly heard a voice behind her that seemed to be getting closer.

She turned around. The dizziness had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Startled, her eyes widened as she saw the person in front of her - it was Mr Fischer. What was he doing here? Had he followed her? She tried to speak, but all she could manage was a hoarse stutter.

"I wanted to apologize, Miss YN. It wasn't very nice of me to brush you off like that," he said with a gentle laugh. His voice sounded strangely different, softer than usual. Wordless and spellbound, she stared into the pair of light blue eyes before her, apologetic and gentle in their expression. She knew Mr Fischer had blue eyes, but she'd never noticed how incredibly bright they looked.

"It's okay, don't worry," she managed to say, her knees shaking with excitement.

"No, no, Miss YN. I'll think about the dinner offer, okay? Just because we work together doesn't mean we can't have dinner together, does it?" Fischer suggested, and she nodded slowly, then smiled.

Why this sudden change of heart?

"Well, see you soon." He waved goodbye and YN, still completely confused, raised her hand in response. But before she could form another thought, he had disappeared into the crowd.

Carefully, YN pressed the shutter on her old camera, focusing the lens on the small lake in front of her. Satisfied, she lowered it. She was confident that this snapshot would turn out well. This park was a place she often visited to clear her head and pursue her passion, photography, as it offered many beautiful subjects. Especially now, in autumn, when the trees were covered with colourful leaves and the silence was slowly descending, with only the occasional pedestrian passing by.

Her dizziness had eased a little, but not completely. Fortunately, it was Saturday and she had the whole day to herself. YN sat down on a bench under a tree that looked to be at least a hundred years old.

She sat there for a while, lost in thought. Eventually she got up and made her way to the West End. The streets of London were noisy and busy as she walked, looking for a warm place in a café and something to eat. Crowds of people rushed past her, music played from somewhere and loud voices filled the air. Exhausted, she rubbed her temples. Maybe she should have stayed home and rested.

Suddenly she held her breath as she spotted a familiar face in the crowd. Dark hair, high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. Fischer. But before she could think, he had already noticed her and started to smile at her.

"Miss YN, how nice to see you! What a coincidence!"

It was the first time she had seen him in his casual clothes rather than one of his business suits. But this was no less elegant and stylish. He was wearing a well-fitting black coat, a grey knitted jumper underneath and black trousers. It was so strange to see him outside his office at Fischer Morrow Company. Suddenly he didn't seem so unapproachable and distant anymore.

"What are you doing here?" she asked curiously.

He paused for a moment. He seemed to be considering whether or not to tell her.

"I brought my little girl to her friend's house for a sleepover. She's been asking me for weeks because her mum won't let her."

"So you're a cool dad," YN replied.

Fischer rolled his eyes. "I'm the one who lets her get away with everything. We had to turn back twice because she realised she had forgotten her favourite stuffed animal and her toothbrush."

She laughed softly. In a strange way, she enjoyed him talking so openly about his life.

"Oh wow, that looks amazing. It's quite old, isn't it?" Mr Fischer pointed to the camera around her neck. "From the 1960s. But it takes incredibly good pictures for that time," she explained. Fischer seemed genuinely impressed. "Do you have more like it?"

"I have quite a few. From the 50s to the 80s, actually, and of course some modern digital cameras. Photography has been my passion since I was a child," she explained. Fischer looked at her with an interested smile. "So there's actually film in there that needs to be developed?" she nodded in confirmation. "Some photo shops still offer that service, yes."

Mr Fischer seemed genuinely interested in her hobby, asking her questions about it as they walked side by side through the streets of London. She felt incredibly comfortable in his presence and hoped he wouldn't leave so soon. Finally he pointed to the camera again. "Would you take a picture of me, please? I'd like a 60's style photo of myself." YN's heart began to beat faster in her chest. What had he just said?

"Of course, Mr Fischer," she replied nervously. "Robert. My name is Robert," he replied. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, completely surprised. No one at Fischer Morrow Ltd called him by his first name, and outside the company she had only heard his uncle, Peter Browning, call him Robert.

"Let's find a nice spot for the photo," he said, letting his gaze wander until it settled on a beautiful fountain.

Carefully, she picked up the camera, took a few steps back and held it directly in front of Robert's face. "Smile, please," she instructed him, finally pressing the shutter.

A pedestrian who had just passed them looked at YN with a confused expression and shook his head. Frowning, she looked after him before carefully tucking the camera into her handbag.

Are you hungry?" asked Robert. "We could go to a restaurant."

Surprised, she looked at him. "I don't know…" she said hesitantly, biting her lower lip. In fact, she had never expected to be asked such a question.

He looked at her with raised eyebrows and she could see the disappointment in his eyes. Finally, she worked up the courage to say what was on her mind.

"It's just… To be honest, you told me yesterday that you were someone who kept your work and personal life strictly separate. Maybe it would be better if we did. After all, I'm your employee."

As much as she wanted to spend time with him, she was afraid of developing even more feelings for him. Robert nodded slowly and shoved his hands into his coat pockets.

"I really like you. I just never wanted to show it, that's why I was so reserved with you and told you I wasn't interested in you".

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh as a ton of thoughts went through her head. Robert finally nodded at her with a slightly disappointed look on his face and turned on his heel.

"Wait!" she called after him.

He stopped immediately and looked at her hopefully.

"Let's give it a try, shall we?"

"YN… is that a French name?"

Robert's voice sounded slightly tipsy as he grinned curiously at her, twirling his wine glass casually in his hands.

He had taken her to a rather fancy and expensive place, the walls were dark wood panelling, the chairs were covered in red velvet and soft jazz music was playing on one of the radios. Robert looked hauntingly beautiful that night. His skin seemed incredibly soft and flawless, his jawline even more prominent, and his blue eyes shone almost ghostly in the dim light, almost like he wasn’t real…

She smiled, nodded and took a sip from her glass. "My father is French. I grew up in France but moved to England when I was 15."

He nodded with interest, rubbing his chin with his finger.

"And you? I heard you're Australian," she asked curiously.

Robert laughed and ran a hand through his dark hair. "Well, my accent makes it obvious."

YN blushed and looked down at her plate. What a stupid question.

But Robert didn't seem to mind too much, because he started talking about his life in Sydney, how he had finally moved to London after his father's death, and she listened with interest.

But suddenly he stopped and looked at her thoughtfully. "But I'm probably just boring you."

YN immediately shook her head. "No, you're not," she told him. "I find it really interesting to find out all this about you."

At that moment a waitress came to their table with a smile and asked YN in a friendly tone if she had enjoyed her meal. But the waitress paid no attention to Robert, YN noticed with surprise. Perhaps she was just being extra polite to the lady.

Robert pulled out a black leather purse and rummaged through it. Quickly, YN pulled a few notes out of her habdbag and handed them to the waitress. "Keep the change," she said.

The waitress looked at her with wide eyes, "Thank you, ma'am," she said gratefully, "have a nice evening.

Then she turned and left the table.

"You didn't have to do that," Robert said. "As a gentleman, it's actually my job to pay."

She shook her head in amusement. "I bet that's never happened to you before, has it?"

Robert shook his head and took the last drink from his glass. There was a moment of silence between them.

"All right. So what's the plan for the rest of the evening?"

She looked at him in surprise. As soon as he said the words, she felt a tingle in her stomach.

The church clock struck twelve as she crossed the street hand in hand with Robert. It was freezing, and she had pulled her scarf so far up her face that only her eyes and nose were visible. Her date looked at her with amusement. "Are you going to rob a bank?" he asked, laughing out loud.

"Shh!" she snapped at him, putting her fingers to his lips. "You'll wake up the whole neighbourhood."

Although it was quite dark and she could only make out Robert, she knew that his typical mischievous grin was back on his face. She pulled him firmly behind her until they reached the small white building.

"Is this where you live?" Robert asked.

She put her finger to his lips for a second time until Robert stopped talking and looked silently into her eyes. Her heart was beating in her chest as she finally stood on her toes, put her arms around his neck and placed her lips on his. Robert returned the kiss without hesitation and gently pulled her into his arms. YN could hardly believe what was happening. It was everything she had secretly wanted for months. They remained like this for a moment before she finally let go of him and reached for her key.

She felt for Robert's upper arm and finally pulled him into her apartment, closing the door behind him. She immediately wrapped her arms around him and began to kiss him again. His lips were a little cold and tasted of wine. Together they stumbled backwards into her bedroom, taking off his coat, which she tossed carelessly to the floor.

Robert's fingers stroked carefully along her hip and fumbled a little with her belt while she was busy putting little kisses on his neck. With slightly trembling hands she pulled his jumper over his head and Robert took her hand.

"Are you nervous?" he wanted to know. She remained silent.

"Don't be," he whispered softly into her ear, taking her in his arms again and pulling her onto the bed. Breathing softly, she clung to his chest, leaned back and finally closed her eyes as she felt his warm skin against hers.

The sun shone through the half-open curtains, creating a narrow, bright streak across the floor. Blinking, she opened her eyes and stretched. But immediately a sharp pain shot through her head again and she held her forehead tiredly. Confused, she sat up and tried to remember what had happened yesterday.

But when she heard soft breathing next to her, she turned quickly and all the events of last night came back to her. Smiling, she looked over at Robert, snuggled up next to her in her beige blanket, sleeping peacefully. Tenderly stroking his messy hair, she lay down beside him again and then began to caress his bare chest. Perhaps what they had done was wrong. After all, they were two people who should never have fallen in love. But it had happened, and it felt so right. They remained in this position for some time, Robert asleep and YN lost in thought.

Her eyes swept through the bedroom until they settled on a small white box on her dresser. Quickly sitting up, she reached for it and put a small pill into her mouth. Eventually, Robert began to move a little beside her, opening his eyes tiredly. Smiling broadly, she gave him a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Good morning," she whispered.

"Good morning," Robert murmured in a raspy morning voice.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked.

"Yes, wonderfully." He yawned loudly and took her into his arms as she laid her head lovingly on his shoulder.

"Wait, what time is it?" he suddenly wanted to know.

"Quarter past ten, why do you ask?" she replied.

"Shit," Robert muttered as he let go of the hug, jumped out of the bed and started to pick up his clothes, which were strewn all over the floor.

"Wait, wait, where are you going?" she asked, looking at him in confusion.

"I should've picked up my daughter by now," he replied, hurrying to get dressed.

Sighing, she pulled the blanket around her a little tighter. "Can't it wait? Can't you stay for breakfast?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm sure she's already waiting for me.“ Robert dodged her questions, grabbing his coat on the floor and sighing when he saw her disappointed look.

He walked slowly towards her, stroking her chin with his finger, and finally whispered: "We can catch up later." Then he put a soft kiss on her lips before turning around and disappearing through the door. She sank back into the pillows and pulled the blanket over her head.

The rest of Sunday flew by. Mostly because her mind was on Robert and she could hardly wait to see him again tomorrow at work. She had probably never looked forward to a Monday in her life as much as she did that day.

The next morning, YN carefully applied her lipstick and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She noticed that the collar of her white blouse was a little crooked and quickly adjusted it. She wanted to look her best for Robert today, so he wouldn't change his mind and lose interest in her.

Humming softly, she put on her black high heels and grabbed her handbag. She quickly put another pill into her mouth and put the box in her bag. Her headache was completely gone and her head finally felt clear and light again. In a good mood, she breathed in the fresh morning air and made her way to work.

Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked down the familiar corridor of Fischer Morrow. The lights were on in Robert's office. She ran a final hand through her hair, smoothed her blouse and opened the door to her own office.

The air was stuffy and hot. Coughing, she ran to the window and opened it.

"Good morning, Miss YN, I hope you had a nice weekend," a familiar voice sounded from behind her.

Startled, she turned to see Robert's face as he stuck his head through the door, as he always did.

Why didn't he call her by her first name? Confused, she stared at him, trying to form a clear sentence. "But… But… we spent it together…" her voice finally broke. Her head suddenly hurt again.

He seemed so different again. Not the Robert she had spent the weekend with, not the one who had apologised for being too rude to her, not the one who had made her laugh and told her about his life. He seemed more like the one she had worked with for months, the one who never revealed anything about himself.

"Miss YN? I haven't seen you since Friday, when you left my office after… asking me that question."

Her heart almost stopped. Suddenly her knees gave way and she sank to the floor.

"Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?" Concerned, he bent down to her. "Do you want to go home and rest?"

She nodded slightly and wiped a tear from her eye, which had turned her fingers black from the carefully applied mascara. Then she got up and left the office.

At home, she lay motionless on her bed, tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't think straight and her throat felt incredibly dry. The door to her room, which was only ajar, opened gently and something small and white slipped through. Sniffling, she stretched out her arms and lifted her cat onto the bed.

Everything that had happened that weekend had been fake. She had made it all up. And all of this happened because she had forgotten to take the pills she was taking for her delusions. Robert hadn't really followed her on Friday evening; it was all a figment of her imagination. While his real self was still sitting in the office, probably not thinking about her at all. Everything suddenly made sense: why Robert looked a bit different, why his voice sounded different, the waitress who ignored him on Saturday because she couldn’t actually see him, the pedestrian who gave her a confused look because she was talking to herself while taking the photo.

The photo.

She immediately got up, put on her shoes and walked to the photo shop where she had left the film to be developed. Her heart raced as the staff handed her the envelope with the photos. Trembling, she finally grabbed the Saturday night photo, without looking at it herself, and held it up to the staff's face. "What do you see?" she asked.

The young man looked at her in confusion, but remained polite. "The fountain at Piccadilly Circus. Great picture, it turned out really nice."

"Anything else?" she asked.

"No, ma'am," he replied, and it felt like a slap in her face. Fischer had never been there with her. Only her lonely and sad mind had led her to believe that he was interested in her and loved her. Tears welled in her eyes and she left the shop without another word. When she got home, she immediately took the white box of pills from her handbag, rushed into the kitchen, opened the box and poured the pills into the bin.

Crying and with burning eyes, she finally lay down on her bed and buried her head in the pillow as her cat purred softly beside her. She must have stayed like that for hours, as the sun began to set again outside her window. When she finally lifted her head and wiped the tears from her face, she saw a dark-haired man sitting beside her bed, looking at her lovingly with his pale blue eyes. A smile suddenly appeared on her face and she began to laugh, pulling the man into a tight embrace.

some explanations because i know that story is kinda mind-fucking:

• Is Robert Fischer all a creation of the readers mind?

- No he actually exists, he’s her boss and she‘s in love with him, so she imagines dating him.

• When is he real, when is he fake?

- - The Robert Fischer in the office is real, he turns her down when she asks him out, leaving YN heartbroken. The moment she leaves the office, she starts to imagine what it would be like if he apologised to her, so the man who follows her is just her imagination. The real Robert Fischer is still in his office at Fischer-Morrow.

When she visits the city on Saturday and meets "Robert" and goes on a date with him, it's also just her imagination. That's why other people react to her with confusion, because she's basically talking to herself all the time. On Sunday morning, when she wakes up next to him, he's still fake. When she takes her pills, he quickly "disappears" (he says he has to pick up his daughter...) because they stop her delusions.

On Monday morning, when she gets back to her office, the real Robert Fischer is there again, who hadn't seen her since he had rejected her on Friday evening.

When she gets home, she throws away her pills and her delusions begin again. The man who sat next to her on the bed and comforted her is again the imaginary version of Robert.

[digitaldiarystuff]

Worst Mistake Pt.2

omg i’m having so much fun writing this but i still need support! if you have any ideas on the storyline or any comments about it please please lmk. hope you enjoy💖

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pairing: Jude Bellingham x Y/N

summary: Jude was a close friend of your boyfriend, so you meet him. What’s the worst thing that could happen right?

genre: i think a bit of everything

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For the next weeks, you successfully avoided any occasion Jude would attend and you had every intention to keep it that way because the guilt was eating you alive. However, your plans didn’t work because you always worked from the office on wednesdays and this wednesday, the first thing you saw was Jude standing in the foyer with your boss talking.

“Oh Y/N, welcome” she happily said when she saw you coming in. She was never this kind to you but it had to be because she was talking to a client.

“Hi Susan.” you told her but didn’t look at Jude once, you didn’t know how to approach him.

“You never told me you gave a pitch to Mr. Bellingham, now he’s here to tour some places and decide.”

You couldn’t believe it, why did Jude decide to come to your agency when there were a billion of them? Yeah you showed him the options but he also tried to kiss you and the worst part was, it took everything in you to stop him.

“Yes, Mr. Bellingham was looking for a place and I gave him some ideas.” you professionally answered.

“Well, as luck would have it, you’re actually here today. Can I count on you to show him 3 houses today and then we can have a lunch and discuss which one he’d like.”

This was quite normal in your company, you had many big clients who got very special treatments because they were wealthy and Jude was obviously a great addition to your clientele but being alone with him touring houses all day made your cheeks heat up. You didn’t even have an idea about how this day would go.

“Of course.” you smiled politely. There was nothing you could do, this was a job and you were now his real estate broker.

Jude’s eyes never left your face, wondering if you were going to ignore him forever. You could feel a burning gaze and finally looked up at him and to your absolute disbelief, just looking at him for three seconds reignited the feeling you had the first time you saw him. You felt horrible about all this. You tried smiling reassuringly but your face muscles barely moved. He, on the other hand, had a genuine smile on his face and you wondered if he did this a lot. Maybe he was a home wrecker who enjoyed meddling in people’s relationships all the time.

Susan soon left you alone with Jude to fetch the keys for all the houses you were going to visit today and you stood there silent.

“Hey” he cautiously said when you didn’t talk.

“Hey”

“Zack insisted I should come here, he says you guys are the best.”

Zack… Just hearing your boyfriend’s name was enough for you to know you could never do this to him. You had to put every single feeling aside and focus on being Jude’s friend, this was the only way it should be.

“Yeah, look Jude, we are friends and I’m happy to help you. So let’s go find you a house.” you smiled looking up and saw a slight change in his eyes with your sentence but you couldn’t care about it now. You’re doing your job and helping a friend out.

You tried driving but Jude insisted he should, saying he had to get used to the streets anyway. You silently agreed and went over to his car which was way better than any car you could afford.

“Must be nice.” you mumbled while getting in.

“So the first house is in the neighborhood. You can take a left here and we can go see it first. It’s the only one in the city actually, the other ones are in the suburbs.” you explained and he listened to your directions without any words.

“And this is it.” you exclaimed while he pulled up into a complex. Jude didn’t say a word to you the whole way and it was starting to get to you, yes you were terrified to explore the tension you had with him but you could at least converse like two acquaintances.

You were going to show him a penthouse on the top floor and had a private elevator so you walked over with Jude following close. Once in the elevator, you scanned your card and pressed the highest floor. Your fear of elevators was added to your already anxious self and you felt your hands shake a little but it was okay, this was a fast elevator.

“What the fuck?” Jude asked when suddenly the lift stopped completely.

You couldn’t even form a sentence because this was one of your worst nightmares, you just leaned against the wall and tried calming your breathing.

“Y/N?” Jude asked once he saw the state you were in.

“Yeah?” you said just above a whisper.

“Are you okay?”

“No I’m not. This is my worst fear” your voice cracked at the end and he immediately stepped closer.

“No no no it’s fine. It’ll probably just start again anytime now. It’s fine don’t worry.” he tried reassuring you but you couldn’t even focus on his words, feeling on the verge of a panic attack.

Jude didn’t know what to do so he opted for something that would calm him down and reached for your cheeks. He held them with both of his hands and made you look up at his eyes.

“Y/N listen to me, it’s going to be alright. I’m with you and nothing’s going to happen.”

Just then, the lights turned on and the elevator started moving. You didn’t know if it’s the state you were in seconds ago or the fact that Jude calmed you down with just talking but you started crying immediately. Jude didn’t move, he didn’t drop his hands still holding you like a fragile statue, gently and wiped every single tear you shed. In this light, you could see every single detail of his handsome face and you could also see the worry in his eyes. He probably thought you were crazy, but completely lost in the moment, you placed your hands on top of his holding him in place and leaned in his touch. No words were spoken, you just silently waited for the doors to open and as soon as they did, he retreated his hands and you stepped out.

“So this penthouse is 3 bedrooms 4 bathrooms and is 207 square meters…” you started but Jude cut you off immediately.

“Y/N you need to sit down, here I’ll bring you a cup of water.” he said leaving you in the main space and going into the open kitchen.

Seeing him so worried about your wellbeing made your head spin and you finally realized what happened minutes ago. Your cheeks heated up to a crimson red.

Jude opened the fridge and found an unopened bottle containing water and brought it to you.

“I thought I told you to sit down.” he smiled

“Thanks Jude.” you said opening the bottle and settling down on the sofa. He sat at the other end and examined your face.

“Do I have mascara smudges on my face?” you asked seeing how careful he looked at you. He laughed a little.

“Um, maybe a little but it’s nothing.” he said sliding over to you.

“It better be, I paid 70 dollars for it.” you joked but your breath hitched when he leaned in removing the drops of mascara under your eyes with his fingers.

“You didn’t have to.” you whispered but he kept wiping your under eyes until he was satisfied.

“There, good as new.” he said taking his hands off your face but didn’t move back to his old position just kept close to you.

You smiled genuinely because he took good care of you when he didn’t need to. You were lost in each other’s eyes for a while, he looked at you like he wanted to memorize every single detail he could until you finally got up, it was becoming much harder to just sit there and stare at him.

“Okay, let’s start the tour.” you smiled and said.

“Okay tour guide, show me what you got.” he said and stood up as well.

The day was going far better than you imagined considering you were trapped in an elevator, almost had a panic attack and were with Jude who you were trying to avoid at all cost. You toured the first and the second houses and were actually having a fun time, nothing inappropriate happened and Jude and you had good conversations with banter. If you weren’t deeply attracted to him, you knew you’d be close friends. I mean, you are friends and nothing more but, you know…

“Is this the right place?” he asked while pulling up.

“Yup” you answered as you looked at your dream house, this was your favorite but of course the only way you’d be in here was with a client showing them the house. It was a modern villa with stone exterior and an infinity pool in the garden.

“Is this the one you showed me?”

“Yeah, I mean I showed you all of them. But this, I think this is a place has a calm energy to it.” you laughed and got out of the car.

You gave Jude the tour trying to be professional and not affect his choice.

“So what do you think?” you asked whilst you were sitting in the lounge with him.

“I think I know which one I’m picking.” he confidently said. “Do you guys link me an interior designer as well or should I find one?”

“Yes we work with some designers I can tell Susan to help you with that.” you replied.

“Susan, why?” he asked.

“I mean, my job’s basically over here. I showed you the houses, Susan takes care of the clients after this stage.”

“But do you get a commission?”

You were startled by his curiosity.

“Um, no. I don’t work on commission, I just handle the background work most of the time.” you answered truthfully and he stopped asking about it after that.

After that, you met up with Susan for lunch. You didn’t know if you were actually invited or kindly expected to leave Jude and Susan to have a discussion alone but Jude firmly told you to stay with them so you had no other choice.

“So how was everything? Did Y/N take good care of you?” Susan asked clearly being extra.

“Of course, she’s amazing.” you cleared your throat. “As a tour guide.” Jude added immediately.

“And did you find what you were looking for?”

“I think I did.” Jude said while looking at you, the sentence alone made your stomach feel butterflies but you quickly tried shrugging them off.

“The last one, I want the last one.”

You looked up at him because you really hoped you didn’t change his opinions being biased but he quickly sent you a smile.

“It really has a calm energy and I loved the pool.” he added and Susan happily continued talking but your mind was racing, he used the same wording that you did while explaining to him. Did he really agree with you or was just quoting you?

After the lunch Susan offered to take you back but she had to cancel last minute to attend a meeting with other clients, you reassured her it was okay and you could just get a taxi and she left. You thought Jude also left but his car was still in its place and he showed up behind you in a second.

“You need a ride?”

“Oh no you don’t have to.” you tried but he wasn’t taking no for an answer so you hopped in the car with him.

You knew better than asking him but couldn’t help yourself.

“Jude?”

“Hm?”

“Did you really like the house or did you just do it because I said it’s good?”

This was dumb, why would he want a house just because you liked it. He was probably laughing at me right now, you thought but as you looked at his side his face was neutral.

“I liked it.” he simply shrugged and you felt extra stupid for thinking something like this.

“But I also value your opinion. You said it yourself, you love being in that house.” your heart started beating faster.

“But I wouldn’t be there, you would so what’s most important is what you want.” you looked out the window because the tension was back and it was thick.

“I wish you would.” he mumbled and you almost didn’t hear it. But you did.

“Huh?”

“I said, I really like it so thank you.” he said just as you reached your office and thanked him for driving you.

“No problem, see you soon.” he said as you were closing the door.

“Yeah, see you soon.” you whispered as he was speeding off.

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[mmmichyyy]

Hello 🤗 if you're still taking prompts, numbers 30 and 65 please

#30: "be you. no one else can." #65: "i don't want you to stop."

welcome to the company! happy to help if you have any questions or need my assistance with anything :) -ian

mickey stares at the bright yellow sticky note on his keyboard, then looks over his cubicle. the tall ginger is chatting with some of the other employees by the water cooler, all sunshine and smiles like a bright light in the dull, grey office.

he crumples up the note and debates whether to toss it in the bin. he's not here to make friends - especially not the office assistant who looks like a walking motivational poster. the guy probably gets off on cheesy quotes like dream big! or live laugh love! or be you, no one else can! hell no. he's here to collect a paycheck so he can pay rent. that's it.

but, for some unexplainable reason, mickey can't bring himself to throw the note away. so before he can think too much about it, he opens the empty drawer in his desk and sweeps the piece of paper inside. whatever. it doesn't mean anything. nope.

-

the collection of neon sticky notes in his drawer grow as the weeks go by.

hope your first week of work went well!

going on a coffee run, let me know if you need anything :)

noticed you were asking around for a pen, so i just grabbed you a whole pack from the supply closet :)

we're all going to the taco truck on the block for lunch today, come with if you want!

just a heads up, avoid martha unless you want to listen to her talk about her cats for an hour lol

restocked the pantry with a bunch of snacks, if you're hungry :)

hey do you think robert will be offended if i tell him his toupee is crooked??

mickey hadn't replied to any of the messages at this point. he knows he's not special - ian probably leaves hundreds of notes for everyone, the attentive dork that he is. but the last note catches him off guard and he can't help but let out a loud snort.

without overthinking it, he scribbles a reply on a notepad and sticks it on ian's desk.

you should tell him the thing on his head looks like a dead raccoon. -m

later in the afternoon, mickey holds back a grin when he bumps into robert in the washroom, muttering under his breath while vigorously adjusting his hair.

-

it takes him a few more weeks to realize that not a lot of people in the office communicate via sticky notes. in fact, he's the only one who gets daily notes on his desk, so much so his drawer is nearly filled to the brim. he's really not sure what to make of it, actually. he's barely spoken ten words to ian in person, yet he has an entire physical collection of the guy's random thoughts and musings.

curiosity and intrigue (or perhaps his inexplicable attraction to redheaded alien-looking guys) get the better of him - so finally, he breaks all his rules and marches up to ian's desk.

"what's with all the notes, red?"

ian looks up, surprised, all wide-eyed and flushed cheeks. mickey thinks this is the first time they've been this close in each other's personal space, so close that he can see the light freckles smattered across ian's face. he resists the urge to trace the dots with his fingers - because that would be weird and not something coworkers do, right?

"sorry for bombarding you... you just seem so cool, but i noticed you don't really talk much and i guess i was too intimidated to approach you in person," ian says, looking sheepish. "i can stop if you think it's annoying..."

"no," mickey cuts in quickly. "um. i don't want... you don't have to stop. the notes are... nice." they're the highlight of my day, he thinks, but he doesn't say that out loud. not yet.

ian's entire face lights up and mickey has never seen anyone look more like the personification of an eager puppy. honestly, mickey doesn't think anyone has ever shown so much interest in him, ever, and it's kind of... endearing?

so, he takes a deep breath and decides to take the plunge.

"but you can talk to me too. in person. face to face. y'know, if you want. i'm fine with that."

ian nods enthusiastically. "maybe we can get to know each other over lunch today?" he asks in a hopeful tone. "the diner around the corner makes a really mean burger."

mickey smiles. "only if you're buying."

[pikmingrubb]

Saul Gooman X ftm!reader

You're a regular "client" at Saul Goodman's office, you must get in a lotta trouble, probably that fucking mouth of yours. Good thing Saul has you covered!

Words like: Cunt, hole and cock are used for readers genitals.

Word Count: 3,003 (we went a little crazy, ok)

Long stares and awkward coughing were the only things heard inside the cramped space you entered; you tried ignoring the glares from Saul’s clients as you perceivably passed them up. You weren’t here for Saul’s legal practice, never needed a lawyer on your side for anything you had done, and you hoped to keep it that way. 

“Hey, Francesca, here’s your usual!” Your voice broke whatever trance she was in, her mean look that gilded her face reserved only for clients suddenly faded. She honestly looked exhausted, you couldn’t blame her, some of the worst people imaginable came to Saul for legal help. He gladly accepted all for the correct number of zeros added to a check in his name. 

“I’m gonna kick his ass if he hasn’t given you a break yet,” You chimed in lightly, trying to lighten the mood a little. 

She quickly accepted the coffee and food, sending a small smile your way, a nod of understanding passed between you two before she proceeded to smack a buzzer on her desk. 

“Your favorite client is here,” Francesca spoke into the receiver on her end and didn’t wait for a response as she released the button, a few seconds passed before you heard a slight buzz through her headphone, indicating Saul was actually responding and not ignoring her as he fiddled around in his office. 

Groans and cries of indignation resounded behind you as the door was unlocked for you, and the handle was quickly locked behind you. 

“Hey, kiddo, still haven’t gotten that car fixed?” Saul chimed at you from his desk, he was currently munching on a box of Chinese food and appeared to be watching something on his laptop. You just let out a sigh, “Nooo, stop asking. I haven’t had time to mess with it,” You groaned approaching his desk and peering at his laptop, he was…Watching a video labeled “ Epic Fail Compilations ”.

The slow gaze you gave him out of the corner of your eyes should have been enough words, but he just continued watching with a mildly entertained look on his face. 

“Really? You’re ignoring your clients to watch shit my dad watches on YouTube?” You deadpanned at him; brows furrowed as you stood back up to glare at him. He just waived you off with chopsticks in his hand, swallowing the food he was currently chewing.

“Eh, they’re not important, just some schmucks who keep publicly masturbating in front of an orthodox church.” He frowned shaking his head, your face scrunched up with a displeased look as you imagined that. 

“And don’t even get me started on that Charles guy!” Saul groaned setting his eating utensil down, he leaned back into his chair and rolled his eyes sighing. “He’s gotten busted by the same cop three times! At the same location! These idiots practically just love throwing money at me!” 

“Yep…” Was all you had to say, shaking your head you just gently watched Saul in his chair. “Have you let Francesca have a break today?” Your brow raised lightly at him, he seemed to be caught a little off guard by this. 

“Y-yeah, of course, what kinda boss do you think I am?” He just chuckled at you, your gaze was unrelenting, not a word coming out as you watched him. He practically squirmed before you, trying to maintain eye contact. 

“Jimmy…” Your voice chided, he just deflated like a balloon at that. 

“Okay, no! I haven’t, we’ve been busy…” He said throwing his hands up and nervously chuckling, trying to avoid you. 

“Right, busy ignoring the local masturbators and watching stupid YouTube videos…” He just cringed at your harsh tone, giving you a pleading look, “Okay, okay, she can go on break after this.” He said, trying to quell your annoyance with him, his hands traveled to your hips and thrummed his thumb against your waist bone. 

“This?” You questioned, ignoring his traveling hand, he was gazing up at you with a soft facial expression. He tried pulling himself closer, you now standing between his legs as he sat in his chair, hands grazing over your belt with swift fingers. 

“Come on, kid, don’t play hard to get. You, coming in here, thinking you’re just gonna leave like that, practically blue balling me. Kinda mean,” he said, humming lightly and raising his brows at you, your eyes betray nothing as he kept giving you puppy dog eyes, pawing and whining at you. 

It was honestly kinda cute, desperately wanting literally anything from you, and you wanted to leave him hanging so bad. 

“You thought I came here to fuck you?” You snorted, he just frowned at this, “I mean, yeah. Wouldn’t be the first time you showed up just to get your hole filled.” He shrugged casually, his fingers slowly slipping your belt from the first loop. 

You didn’t relent, you stood stock still as he continued to look pleadingly up at you, “Because that’s all your good for, your client work? Pretty fucking pathetic, helping out lowly criminals, Jesus fucking Christ.” You snarled, this seemed to egg him on, but not in the way you had anticipated. 

“Oh, and you think you’re any better? I’d say you’re just here because you’re a gold digger, coming in here for my fat wad and my fat fucking cock,” He hissed angrily grabbing at his crotch to amplify his words, a small laugh left your mouth, his lips pursed at your reaction.

“Hmph, I couldn’t give two shits about your money, and your cock? The one that you need to take a whole bottle of Viagra to get up because the two-bit whores you pay for don’t get it up fast enough?” You pushed him back into his chair with your palm on his shoulder, your leg sliding between his crotch to put pressure on his cock nestled in his jeans. 

“The same cock that only gets hard when he thinks about fucking me? You some kind of tranny chaser? Or are you just trying to pretend you’re not a little fag who likes to bone men?” And of course, his cock was completely hard against his pants, a smirk rising to your lips as you proved your point. 

He groaned at this, “Hah, at least I’m not the one who likes to fuck men twice my age. Daddy issues much?” He jeered; his hands quickly traveled to your neck as he brought you down for a heated kiss. His lips fervently worked against your own, puffs of air billowing from his nostrils as he tried to not break for breath. You bit his lip harshly, he jumped below you, mouth agape for a second before you shoved your tongue into his mouth. 

While his mouth was busy kissing your own, his hands traveled down back to his original point of contact. Your belt quickly came undone, fingers pulling the button of your pants apart and zipper descending down. He wasted no time tugging your pants and underwear down your own ass, fingers sliding behind you to feel up your rear. He gave you a harsh squeeze on your ass cheeks before disconnecting his lips from yours, he pulled away to catch his breath. 

Red dusted both of your cheeks, saliva slipped between the two of you, and his eyes fluttered open to gaze at you with blown pupils. You took this moment to appreciate how wild and pent-up he looked, hair a mess, lips puffy, completely bendable to your will, god…

If you left now, he’d probably cry and beg for you to turn around and at least suck his cock, full crawl on the ground begging mode. 

Your hand slipped over his scalp and tugged on his hair, pulling his head back, and giving him a glare. 

“Did I say you could put your cock in me?” You snarled, watching him cringe in pain as you glared down at him. A little noise escaped his mouth, both a cry of pleasure and a moan of pain. 

“N-no, we don’t have to...I just thought-” You interrupted him with a harsh pull of his hair, his voice hitting a high note. 

“That’s your problem, you think. I didn’t ask you to think, I want you to beg. Beg nicely, and maybe you can put your cock in my hole, and if you fuck me good enough, you can cum inside me.” You let go of his hair and gently corded your fingers through his scalp, eyes still trained on each other. Tears welled slightly in the corners of his eyes as he panted lightly and tried to catch his breath, 

“Please, let me…let me put my cock in you. I’ll fuck you so good, you’ll be crying so loud for my cock that everyone outside could hear you.” He babbled lightly, at this point, he couldn’t look away as you stripped your pants and straddled his waist on the chair. Your lower half is completely naked and open for his viewing pleasure, your throbbing cock standing and begging for attention. Saul swallowed seeing slick already between your legs, his hand caressed down your stomach brushing through your fuzzy hair, lightly brushing the tip of your cock. 

“I want to fuck you so good, come on, let me remind you how much you like my cock, please sweetheart.” He begged, his thumb brushing over your sensitive cock head, his fingers dipping between your lips, slicking his fingers up before slowly jerking you off on him. 

Your lower half twitched and throbbed with excitement as his hands played with you gently, his eyes never leaving your own as he pleasured you with his hands. You let out a slow exhale as you tried to steady yourself and not thrust against him. 

He had the most puppy lovesick look he could muster, bottom lip stuck out and pouting, curved up eyebrows, and a giant tent in his pants. 

Alright, he whined and squeaked enough below you, if he begged anymore, you might see some waterworks being put into play. Then you’d really feel bad, I guess he did a good enough job that he could finally stop his groveling and get some release from you. It was only fair since any time you came in here, he would gladly let you sink onto his leaking cock, not that he would ever so say no. 

He was completely shameless, if you’d say yes, he’d have you sucking his dick under the desk for all his client meetings, too bad he’s noisy. You hummed a little thinking maybe; he’d allow for some training to keep his mouth shut for once in a while.

“That was cute,” You purred gently at him, fingers brushing back a piece of his combover, “I’ll let you have what you want, so go ahead and pull your little cock out for me, you dirty bastard.” You whispered right next to his ear, a shudder when down his back as he choked down a little moan. 

His hands quickly released his belt buckle and struggled with his top button, fumbling with shaking hands trying to free his erection. You just watched him as he tried concentrating with a straight-lipped look, brows knitting closely together with his cheeks flared up. 

He didn’t bother even pulling his pants down, just enough below his front to let his length and balls free, begging for attention. Precum had already leaked down the side and wetted his underwear, absolutely shameless, what a fucking mess he was.

You snorted lightly at this as your hand instantly started jerking him off, using his cum as lube to slick himself up, a noise escaped the back of his throat at your harsh hand thrusts. He was loving every second of it, watching you manhandle his cock as if it belonged to you. 

“Ahh!~” He gasped lightly as you touched his head, rubbing it lightly with your thumb, “Come on, kid, while I like your hand a lot, I uhm-” You sunk yourself down on him, hand angling his cock into your soaked hole, “Oh fuck!” He cried as you sunk slowly onto him, allowing yourself to breathe out calmly, slipping down on him inch by inch. 

His breath hitched as you finally enveloped his entire length, taking a short break to adjust to him, letting your legs rest on top of his own. Your hand was placed on his shoulder, keeping you steady, you just watched his pleasured face as he stared at your two bodies connected. You felt a blush creep up at the intensity of his stare, his hands calmly brushed over the top of your thighs as he gave a little thrust, gently testing you. 

A soft sigh left your lips at this, he took that as a good sign, hands firmly grasping your legs as he started grinding into you, you felt yourself clench around his twitching member, his head hitting your front wall making you gasp quietly. 

“Yeah, you like that?” He breathed out, his fingers delving in to stroke your cock as his length pulled out from you before slamming back in with a wet slap.

“Oh, you feel so tight, holy shit! Relax a little, kid.” He chuckled as his pace sped up, hips jerking up towards your own, your slick allowing him to glide in effortlessly. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re getting close, you want me to slow down?” His pacing did not, in fact, slow down. 

You had to lean into him just to keep from falling off his lap, hands bracing on his shoulders, his lips met your own as he pulled you closer. A low whine escaped your throat as he kept pistoning into your cunt, the chair squeaked in denial below you two. 

“Hah, I didn’t think so, I’m supposed to be making you feel good, right?” He asked, pulling away from your face just enough to breathe out some words, his mouth nipping and biting along your jaw, “Does it feel good? Having my cock inside you?” He hummed biting harshly on your jugular, a strangled “yes” escaped your throat. 

“Hmmm, what’s that, sweetie? You’re gonna have to speak up, daddy can’t hear you.” He chuckled to himself, giving you a particularly rough thrust of his hips, his cock was absolutely soaked with your juices as his balls slapped against you. 

God, he felt so fucking good inside you, reaching all the places his fingers couldn’t get, filling your needy hole while you clenched around him, begging for release. 

“Yes, fuck! I love having your cock inside me!” You practically wailed in his ear, your nails dug into his shirt as he fucked you into oblivion, his own moans mixed with yours. 

“Oh, shit, yeah take my fucking cock, slut!” Saul groaned, he felt his cock throb with want for release as he pumped you full of him, “Ah, oh fuck! Can I cum inside you?” He begged, his thrusting stuttering, and holding back as much as possible while still pounding into you. 

“Ahh~ Fuck….yes, please fill me up,” you begged against him, his fingers came back to your cock and started jerking you off hard. Your pleasure increased tenfold, the blazing heat in your stomach wound tighter as he cursed and thrust into you like a rabbit.

“Yeah? Good, because I’m gonna breed you like the slut you are, god that’s the only thing your body is good for, taking my seed!” He yelped particularly loudly as he seated himself into you fully, thumb still rubbing against your cock, bringing your release in time with his own. He let out another moan as his hot throbbing cock spurted inside your clenching walls, his mouth sloppily connecting with your own as he rode out his release. 

He whined below you, feeling your own spasms around his sensitive cock, still desperately thrusting up into you. You let out a quiet moan as he slowed his thrusts to seat himself in you, taking a breather as you both enjoyed coming down from your highs.

You could feel his cum leaking out from around him, making an absolute mess of his pants, thank fucking god they were a dark color. It wouldn’t be quite as noticeable to see a giant wet spot and realize it’s a cum stain on his work clothes. 

He let out a long sigh, relaxing back in his chair, his hands had left your hips and now wrapped around your lower back gently stroking you as he cuddled closer. You two stayed like this for another few minutes while he became completely soft inside you, before finally deciding to pull out from you, a soft whine left your throat at the loss of his heat. 

“I know, I know, kid. But a deal is a deal, Francesca needs that break, huh?” He said, patting your thigh before you slipped off his lap, legs slightly wobbly as he held your sides for support. A chuckle escaped his lips seeing you like this, “Woah! Be careful now, don’t wanna hurt yourself. There are no payouts for injuring yourself on the job.” He joked a little standing up and tucking himself back into his pants. 

You just rolled your eyes and bent over to grab your pants, and he this took this opportunity to slap your ass particularly hard, earning a yelp from you. 

“Really, Saul?” You snarled, turning back to him, he just oggled at you with an innocent look, a small smile dancing on his lips.

“What? I can’t resist you, you know this!” He laughed handing you your undergarments you had yet to pick up, you let out an exasperated sigh at his childish antics. 

“Whatever. Just go let Francesca have her damn break,” You chided before slipping everything on and promptly leaving, his eyes watching you the entire time as you left. With a smirk still present on his face, his mood had been lifted and his dick satisfied. 

[elisysd]

Green Light - Lorde

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

But honey I'll be seein' you down every road I'm waiting for it, that green light, I want it

The three Grand Prix that followed for Charles were rather uneven in terms of results. A P4 in China, a P5 in Miami but a fine victory at Emilia-Romagna which gave him confidence for Monaco. He was looking forward to racing in his hometown, on the streets he knew by heart, and especially in front of Lyanna. It really was a special Grand Prix for him, but this year even more so.

As for Lyanna, she had just finished filming Ferrari just in time to start promoting Flowers and Crown. The movie was due to have its premiere on Friday evening, the week of the Grand Prix, and she was also expected in Cannes the day before for the festival with the entire Ferrari film team, who were among the guests of honour. Charles would be joining her, and she knew that Kika and Pierre would be there too. The opportunity for a double date for the couple of friends before the wild weekend in Monaco got underway.

Lyanna was dreading the moment she would meet David again. She hoped he wouldn't make things more complicated than they had to be. She wanted to get the promotion of the film over with as quickly as possible, especially as she suspected she was going to be asked questions which would have more to do with a certain Ferrari driver than with the film. But she couldn't really blame the journalists, as most of the promotional activities were taking place in the middle of the Monaco Grand Prix.

Charles had returned from Italy the day before, but Lyanna had the impression that they had barely crossed paths. He was very busy with press duties and she was going back and forth between Nice and Monaco to sort out the final details before starting the events to which the film crew had been invited and the interviews. Her mind was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, and she barely had time to sleep or rest. So when she arrived at the hotel in the heart of Monte Carlo, where she was going to spend the day answering the same questions and pretending to have a complicity with David that didn't exist, she was delighted to see the team of make-up artists who were going to take care of her. Once she was ready, she went to the lounge where the PR officer, David and a young blonde woman whom Lyanna didn't know were present.

“Lyanna, thank God you’re here. I was just briefing David about what you can expect from today.”

She began to explain everything to Lyanna, who pretended to listen to her as she nibbled on a croissant. She watched with curious interest as David and the pretty blonde talked and laughed together. They looked close. David's attitude was also more relaxed than she remembered. He didn't seem like the complete asshole she'd met almost a year ago.

“And I think that’s all I had to say for today, did you understand everything Lyanna?”

“Yeah, sure. All is good.” She absent-mindedly said.

Soon David, the girl and her were the only person left. Feeling her gaze on him, David turned and approached her.

“Lyanna, hey… long time no see.” He greeted her.

“Yeah…”

“Well… Here’s Hanna. My girlfriend.” He presented the so-called Hanna who waved shyly to Lyanna who gave a little smile.

“Girlfriend? Well, that was definitely something that I was not expected.” She repeated surprised.

“Me neither, to be honest. But you know what they say, we find love in the most unexpected places.”

He took his girlfriend's hand and gave her a long, loving look.

“Where did you guys meet?”

“An art gallery in New-York. I was looking for something for my apartment and she was working there. We bonded over Banksy and Van Gogh and the rest is history.”

“I didn’t know that you liked art?”

“Actually, I studied art history in uni. Before acting. How could you have known? We’ve never really talked.”

“Yeah, that’s because you were an ass to me and everyone.”

“About that… I want to apologise. I got time to self-reflect and most specifically since I’ve met Hanna and I know I’ve been awful to you. And for that I want to apologize.”

Lyanna nodded. Hearing him saying sorry was the last thing she expected while coming today. But it felt nice. Maybe promo wouldn’t be that bad.

“I appreciate, thanks. It doesn’t erase everything that you did and say but it feels nice.”

David nodded to her before the PR rep came to fetch them for the interviews. As Lyanna suspected, some of the questions directed at her had more to do with her personal life and Charles than with the film. She tried to answer them courteously at first, but when the fifth journalist asked her another question about Charles and herself, she couldn't contain her annoyance.  To her surprise, it was David who came to her rescue, skilfully diverting the subject. Then, the whole thing went on very quickly, and she barely had time to eat a few biscuits before going on to a photo shoot that didn't end until very late in the evening.

It was therefore completely exhausted that she returned to Charles' flat at ten o'clock in the evening, wanting to take a long shower and curl up in Charles' arms. Thinking about tomorrow was already giving her a huge headache, as she had to go to Cannes to get ready to walk on the red carpet. This time she was going without Charles, only with the Ferrari film crew, and with Charles, Pierre and Kika the day after. Glancing at her calendar, she wondered when she would even have a minute to herself.

When she entered the room, Charles was fast asleep. Without a sound or sudden movement, she crawled into bed. Charles feeling the mattress sag, moved slightly and unconsciously put his arm around Lyanna's waist to draw her to him. The young woman offered no resistance and soon fell asleep.

She had hardly had a good night's rest when it was time to wake up. Charles was still asleep but it was time for her to get moving. She made herself a quick cup of coffee before meeting her driver, who was due to take her to Cannes. The rest of the morning was a blur and soon Lyanna found herself flanked by Adam Driver, Penelope Cruz and Patrick Dempsey on the red carpet. The quartet spent the rest of the day in interviews before being invited to a party organised by one of the event's sponsors. Lyanna was handed a glass of champagne, which she drank while chatting to a group of people whose names she couldn't remember. Bored to death, she began to drink one glass, then two, then three. Having eaten nothing all day except some hors d'oeuvres, the alcohol quickly went to her head, so much so that one of the hostesses at the event, seeing that the young woman was beginning to feel unwell, forced her to return to the hotel after calling her a taxi.

Alone in her room, Lyanna collapsed on her bed without taking the time to remove her dress and shoes. She felt as if her head was going to explode and she was going to be sick. Mechanically, she picked up the phone and dialled Charles' number. It was nearly two o'clock in the morning and she didn't expect him to pick up, but after a few rings he did.

“Lyanna? It’s two in the morning, are you okay?”

“Charles…I just wanted to tell you I love you, very very much. Very a lot.”

“Very a lot doesn’t exist, love” he said with a smile in his voice.

“Now it does, because I said so.”

“Lya, are you drunk?”

“No. Yes. Maybe a little bit.” She confessed as she was giggling. “You’re cute, did I ever tell you that? And your hair is fluffy.”

“My hair is fluffy. Interesting, I’m going to say that to my mom, she will be happy.”

“I love you. I miss you.”

“So you’re a cute and clingy drunk. Good to know.”

“Do I bother you?”

“Never.” But still she could hear him repress a yawn. “Sleep, love. And drink water, okay. You’ll thank me tomorrow.”

“You come tomorrow, right?”

“I would not miss that for anything in the world. I love you, Lya. Very a lot.”

And Charles kept his promise. He met Lyanna again the next day for the red carpet and as they posed for the photographers, he realised for the first time in his life what it felt like to be someone's boyfriend. The cameras were flashing at Lyanna, she was the one being approached, the one they wanted to talk to. Charles wasn't important. It did him good, for once, to be in the background, but he also understood how Lyanna could feel when she joined him on the tracks.

They both met Pierre and Kika inside the building and decided to just stay together and watch the festivities from afar. Kika had to meet some brand executives while Pierre was enjoying the free food and drinks. Lyanna got to talk with a few people from the entertainment industries as Charles was watching her, in awe. Something Pierre noticed and had fun commenting on.

“I think there is some drool down the corner of your mouth.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re so in love it’s sickening.”

“You are no better.”

“At least I don’t look like a lost puppy whenever Kika is not around me.”

“I’m not… you know what? I’m not even going to comment on that.”

“That’s because you know that I’m right.” Pierre laughed.

“Laugh all you want, you’ll be less of a smart-ass when I’ll overtake you this weekend.”

“You know that you can’t overtake in Monaco.”

“I have an extra good feeling about this weekend. And Lya will be there, so nothing wrong can happen.”

“I’m praying for you, my friend.”

The group of friends didn’t stay too long at the event. The boys had to leave early in the morning to go back to Monaco where they both had press duties to get to. As for Lyanna she had to meet once again the Flowers and Crown crew for some events and interviews. She couldn’t wait for the weekend to be over to finally have some peace and quiet. To have a proper meal and a proper sleep, as well.

Finally, after what felt like an ever-lasting long week, Friday arrived and with it the free practice as well as Arthur qualification session that she and Charles were going to attend, along with Carla and Pascale. When she woke up, she was alone, Charles already gone. She wasn’t feeling well, she felt week and felt like each one of her movements was going to make her throw up. And she had not even eaten yet.

Pascale and Carla arrived a short while later with croissants and other pastries fresh from the bakery, as Lyanna was almost done making herself look presentable. As soon as she opened the door, the smell hit her and as her stomach had already decided to bother her since she had woken up, it didn’t take much for her to rush back to the bathroom and throw up. Pascale rushed to her side, holding her hair back to help her. When she finally stopped Pascale gave her a glass of water and looked at her worryingly.

“You’re pale Lyanna, you should rest, today. It’s just free practices Charles will understand if you don’t come.”

“But I want to go. It’s not only for Charles i want to be there for Arthur as well. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. I think it’s just the stress of these last few days. The fresh air will do me good.”

“If you’re sure… but the first signal of you not feeling well, I’m sending you back home.”

But Pascale didn’t need to carry out her threats. By the time Lyanna was stepping inside the paddock, she was feeling much better. She didn’t feel the need to tell Charles about the morning as it was not such a big deal despite Pascale recommendations.

After the Free Practice, it was time to support Arthur. Charles brought Lyanna to the F2 paddock and they both find a quiet spot where they could enjoy the race without being bothered. Lyanna did her best to cheer on Arthur and it warmed Charles’ heart who took the opportunity to snap some pictures of her. He needed a new lock-screen. Arthur ended up P3 in qualifying, his best result up to date and Charles was so proud of him. Giving him a big hug as soon as he stepped out of the car. Arthur was still disappointed but Charles tries to did his best trying to find positive things to say to his brother. Lyanna could not help but to find that a little funny, knowing Charles.

“He is as hard on himself as you are.” she told him on their way back to the F1 paddock.

“I know, it runs in the family… I just want him to know how proud I am of him. I know how hard it is for him and how illegitimate he feels sometimes. It makes me feel bad because I know that it’s my fault.”

“You are a good brother Charles, he doesn’t resent you. He admires you and he wants to be like you. You are his hero. It won’t change.”

If Lyanna thought that her day would end after the FP2 and that she finally would be able to go to bed early, it was in reality far from the truth. Andrea and some friends of Charles were going to come to the flat for dinner. It was a little tradition that Charles had and that he wanted to share with his girlfriend.That’s how she found herself in the kitchen, at 8 pm watching Charles’ attempt to cook pasta under the astonished eye of Andrea.

“Stop judging me guys! You’ll see that they are going to turn out just fine. I’m telling you, it’ll be the best pasta you’ve ever had.”

Joris, who was near, didn’t try to hide the fact that he was recording the whole situation.

“I’m going to keep that preciously somewhere. It could come out handy someday.”

“I’m 3 seconds away to order an uber eats, I know that’s going to be a catastrophe.” added Lyanna.

“I just hope no one will be sick. I need him at the top for tomorrow…” worried Andrea as boiling water was coming out out of the saucepan.

“Guys! Have faith in me!”

Lyanna never ate such horrible pasta in her life. And from the look on everyone’s faces, she was not the only one.

“I didn’t know that it was possible to screw up pasta, yet you prove me wrong.” she told him as everyone was laughing, Charles included.

“Come on, it’s not that bad. It’s crocante! And I’m still going to eat them because in this house we don’t waste food!”

The day of qualifying, Lyanna woke up earlier than Charles with the need to throw up again. She still wasn’t feeling well. She was not feeling rested and her head was spinning a little. this ended up waking up Charles earlier than he expected.

“Lya? Love? Are you okay?”

“Peachy. I’m never eating your crocante pasta ever again. Look what you’ve done to me…”

“I’m so sorry, love… Do you want me to get you something?”

“I’ll be fine, please for the love of god don’t go near the kitchen… ever again.”

If the Friday was relatively calm for Charles and Lyanna, Saturday started to feel a bit overwhelming for her. As soon as they stepped out in the street to go to the tracks, people were there to congratulate him, encouraging him and wanting pictures or autographs from him. Charles was trying his best to accomodate everyone while making sure that Lyanna was okay.

Charles ended P2 in qualifying and everyone was so happy for him. Only Max had managed to snatch the pole from him by driving brilliantly. Charles had nothing to regret, he really had driven his best. But he couldn’t help but feeling as he failed. He wanted to win in Monaco so bad. He wanted to win for him, his family, his friends, his dad, Lyanna and for everyone that supported him. But his disappointment disappeared as soon as he saw Lyanna bright smile when he entered the Ferrari hospitality.

“P2, champ! I’m so proud of you!” she said as she stood up to hug him.

“Yeah, but it’s not pole position and you know how important it is to get it here.”

��Hey, both you and I know that the chances of safety car in Monaco are higher than anywhere else. With a good strategic call and no mistakes during the pit stops, you can definitely win. Everything can happen here.”

“Since when are you this knowledgeable on the topic?” asked Charles, surprised.

“I have a very good teacher who happens to race on the weekend. He taught me a lot. And he is also my boyfriend so that helps.”

“He seems like a good boyfriend. You’re lucky.”

“The best.” she said as she stood on her tiptoes to give him a kiss.

Sunday morning began to feel like every single day since Friday, with the throwing up, the feeling of not being fully rested and her head spinning. Fortunately, Charles had already left so she didn’t have to explain anything to him and he would not feel worried. It was the last thing he needed today. But Lyanna felt so much worse than the day before. She could feel her legs trembling and she could barely stand up. She tried to go back to sleep before Pascale and Carla arrivals but failed when she could feel her stomach not cooperating with her. She ended up giving up and decided to prepare herself some tea in the hope of making the nausea go away. She also tried to nibble on some slice of bread but thought it was tasteless. He head was pounding and she was hoping the ibuprofen she had taken would have a miracle effect.

She tried to hide her exhaustion behind a nice and glowy make up but it was not enough to fool Pascale when she finally arrived to take her to go watch Arthur’s race.

“You look like a ghost, Lyanna. Are you really sure you want to come, it’s just Arthur’s race, I would prefer if you were resting and be fine for Charles.”

“I won’t be able to rest, I know that. I prefer to go and try to forget how awful I feel.”

“Suit yourself, Lya, but you are worrying me.”

Lyanna spent most of the race sat in a corner with a bottle of water to keep her hydrated, on Pascale’s advice. Arthur finished the race P6 after a bad call from the team but he was nonetheless very happy with his result. It was the first time he finished his home Grand Prix and he was proud. And everyone was proud of him. Lyanna started to feel a little better by lunchtime, where she met Charles. They found a quiet spot in the hospitality away from everyone. Lyanna could tell Charles was anxious as his right leg couldn’t stop to bounce. It started to stress her out and she decided to place her hand on it and to squeeze it lightly.

“Sorry, it’s just a mix between anxiety and excitement.” he said to her as he was taking a bite of his avocado toast.

“It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine. And no matter what I’m proud of you. Even if it doesn’t turn out the way you hope it will, I’ll be there. Always.”

It was all the reassurance Charles needed to know that it would be okay.

Soon it was time for them to go back to the garage and for him to step into the car. Lyanna went to the back where Arthur was as well as Pascale. Right before being called by his mechanics and engineer, Charles toddled around his family to give them a hug and a forehead kiss for his mom. Then, he took Lyanna’s waist to pull her against him. She put both hands on his chest, playing with the scratch pads of his racing suit.

“Well… be fast. Come back to me. I love you”

“Always. I love you too. Take care of that for me, okay?” he asked, giving her the little red bracelet that Lyanna put immediately around her wrist.

A few moments later, the race began with Charles trying to pressurise Max, unsuccessfully. The Red Bull was fast and it was a matter of time before max took the lead comfortably, leaving Charles defending against George. Lyanna had to admit it, the race was boring, as everyone had told her it would be. But still she was still watching the screen intently, leaving a gasp when Lance lost the control of his car and ended up in the wall. His mistake led the deployment of the safety car and everyone was holding their breath waiting for Ferrari strategy. The call made was a double pit stop with the priority for Charles. A few seconds later, Lyanna could see from the corner of her eyes the number 16 red car stopping and making a great 2.2 seconds stop, which was great. Lyanna breathed a little bit better as Charles was back on the track, trying to catch up to Max. He was just three seconds away, but there was only ten laps to go and the gap between them remained the same. But at least Carlos who managed to get rid of George thanks to a missed pit stop from Mercedes. But at least, the podium seemed secure for Charles and Lyanna could start to feel tears form behind her eyelids. She looked at Pascale and Arthur that were in the same sate of happiness as her and even if everyone remained focus in the garage, you could feel the atmosphere had changed.

There were only five laps to go when Lyanna stood up and she could immediately feel that something was wrong with her. Her legs felt weak and she felt dizzy. She felt like the world was spinning around her and tried to hold on to something but failed as the world faded to black around her.

Charles did it. He finally made it. After all the DNF, engine failures, strategy fucks up, he finally was on the podium of his home Grand prix. Not on the first step as he would have loved to but on the second one. He would not lie, there were a few tears that were threatening to fall when he walked on the podium. His gaze scanned the crowed looking for his mom, his brothers and Lya. If he had no problems finding his family, it’s Lya who was nowhere to be seen. He was disappointed, his first podium here in Monaco and she was not there. He did not worried much than needed, he knew she was pretty busy with interviews and media duties, something he knew all to well. Bu still, somehow it hurt him.

So as soon as he got rid of his obligations, the first thing he did was looking for his family who was waiting for him at the Ferrari hospitality. When he saw them and most importantly when he saw the dark look on their faces,he immediately knew something was wrong. And he was sure of it when the hug his mom gave him was feeling more like an i’m sorry than a congratulations.

“Where is Lya?” he asked immediately

“Charles… she is at the hospital. She fainted.” announced his mom.

And just like the high he was on was over and he felt his heart shattered in million tiny pieces.He did not care about anything else than rushing to the hospital to be at Lya’s side. Nothing mattered more than that. Not the journalists, not the team, not the after party and definitely not the Prince Albert of Monaco whose name was appearing on his phone as he was sprinting towards the paddock entrance, Arthur following closely behind.

“She is at Princesse Grace hospital. The medics thought it was better for her to be there rather than staying with the medical staff here.” told him Arthur as they were getting on the bikes.

“Fucking trafic… when did it happen? What happened exactly?”

“She was already not feeling well this morning when mom came to your flat to get her. But Lya insisted to come, she did not want to miss your race. Mom tried to resonate her but she is pretty stubborn. And then she turned pale all at once and she fainted a few laps before the final one.”

“She seemed fine when we ate lunch together.”

“Actually, mom said she has been sick for a few days. She threw up a lot and she is really tired.”

“A few days? I knew about Saturday but I thought I food poisoned her with the pasta. Why did no one tell me anything?”

“You’ve barely been there. And I’m not saying that to blame you. I know you were busy.”

“Still, I’m busy but I could have still taken time off for family emergency.”

Charles felt like he had never ridden a back as fast in his life. Soon they were at the hospital and he rushed to the reception, Arthur following close behind on the phone with Pascale that would call Lya’s mom.

“Lyanna Michel. Where is she? She was brought here as an emergency.”

“Who are you? Only family is allowed.”

“I’m her boyfriend.”

“Room 164, third floor. The elevator is this way.”

Charles thanked and wave at Arthur to follow him. When they finally got there, the doctor was coming out of the room. Charles rushed to his side and asked him how was Lyanna.

“She is resting at the moment. He blood test showed us that she had anaemia, which explained why she felt so tired, the headaches and the feeling of dizziness. And also why she was throwing up. It’s a never ending cycle. She was too tired to eat, her stomach began to get accustomed to the lack of nutriments and then rejects everything when she tried to eat normally. We are still going to do a bone marrow biopsy to be sure there is no sign of leukaemia. We are going to keep her for a few days.”

Biopsy. Leukemia. Those were words Charles did not like at all. He felt guilty. If he was the good boyfriend he thought he were he should have seen the signs. he should have seen she was sick. But he was too caught up in his own bubble to noticed it.

“Can I see her?” he asked

“Sure. But not more than one person at once. She really needs to rest.”

Charles entered the room and saw immediately Lyanna’s frame linked to different machines that were monitoring her as well as an iron infusion. He took he seat next to her and take her cold hand in his carefully. She shifted a little, turning her head toward him.

“Hey, champ…”

“Lya…” he sighed, defeated.

“No. Don’t be like that. I’m okay, Charles. Well not right now because I feel like shit, but I’ll be. I’m just sorry to not have been there to see you on the podium.”

“I don’t care about the podium, Lya. I only care about you.”

“I’ve ruined your home race…”

“You didn’t ruin anything. Don’t worry about that, okay.”

“But you must have so many places to be at, so many people to talk to…”

“I’m right where I need to be.”

She closed her eyes for a short moment before opening them again. She could see how uncomfortable Charles was and she knew that this hospital was bringing back some bad memories. She squeezed lightly his hand and trace smal pattern in the palm of his hand to get his minds off of the dark corners it went to.

“I’ve talked to the doctor… He talked about leukaemia and biopsy Lyanna.”

“Normal tests to run, Charles. I’ve been under a lot of stress lately, barely had time to myself, to eat and drink and rest properly. Something like that was bound to happen.”

“Still I hate that…”

“I’ll be fine. I promise you.”

“Yes. And as soon as you leave this place, I’m not leaving your side. You’re coming with me for the European races. This way I can watch you and take care of you properly. It’s you and me against the world, Lya.” he whispered to her as he was pressing his lips on her forehead.

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[creative-kny-fics]

Can you make a Lee Giyuu and Ler Shinobu fic?

For Shinobu's birthday, Giyuu is one of her favorite victims and I suppose she could blackmail him and tickle him for that special day for her.

Please

Well, maybe not her directly since she doesn't like (somewhat) blackmailing someone in order to tickle. But Giyuu will get on Shinobu's nerves and that will make him tickle... (but I will take or try to take your suggestion into account)

A/N: I can't say it's a ship, interpret it however you want!

Lee: Giyuu Tomioka

Ler: Shinobu Kocho

'Isn't the morning beautiful?! Today is a good day! What if-?!' 'GUYS GUYS GUYS!!', Rengoku and Tengen stopped, giving their friend the chance to join in. 'Hey Kanroji, we were going to go to...-'

'TODAY IS SHINOBU-SAN'S BIRTHDAY!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO GIVE HER AS A GIFT!! HELP ME!!', Mitsuri pulled Kyojuro's cloak desperately, she had so many options to give her friend but none of them convinced her that much.

Tengen moved Mitsuri away a little and calmed her down, she wasn't the only one in that situation.

'Well, we were just going to Himejima's estate, he's been planning something for her... You could help us if you like', needless to say what Mitsuri's response was.

'Since we're all here... I guess you

know that Kocho's birthday is today, the good news is that I have everything prepared to celebrate here. Even the girls at Shinobu's estate know it... The bad ones... I didn't have time to complete some things, among them is to go get the cake and keep Shinobu away from here...'

'Mmm... I know of something that will keep Shinobu away from here... Or rather... SOMEONE', Sanemi laughed and left the house without saying anything else, leaving everyone intrigued.

Where was he going? What did he have planned?

'Shinazugawa... Let's see if I understand... Are you telling me to provoke Shinobu to tickle me so you can plan the party?', Sanemi nodded, pushing him in the direction of Shinobu's estate and grunting when Giyuu put his strength and decided not to go any further. 'Oi... What the hell is wrong with you?! WALK THE FUCKING TIME!!'

'And why don't you come in and be the one who receives the tickling?'

'Because you're her best friend, her favorite victim and because she wouldn't scold you for it later', well, he had caught Giyuu in that situation. Even though Sanemi was right, Giyuu did not agree...

Shinobu had nothing more to do on her estate, the girls had already congratulated her and convinced her to go out so she could distract herself and have fun, something Shinobu had accepted and was about to do until...

'OUCH!! HEY-!!' 'AND YOU BETTER NOT SAY ANYTHING!!', Sanemi ran away after having pushed Tomioka to Shinobu's office, who screamed but calmed down when she realized that it was Giyuu. 'Tomioka-San? You scared me... Tell me, what brings you here?'

Giyuu sighed, turning around and approaching Shinobu for a hug and pat her head

'Happy birthday Kocho. I know that as a doctor, your duty is to stay and treat patients, but I would like you to have a little fun and de-stress this day... I love you very much, friend'

'Awww, thank you very much Tomioka-San! I thought you had forgotten... I was just about to leave, what do you say we go out to eat?', she smiled

He could have said yes, but if she went out, her surprise party could be ruined and Shinazugawa would probably hang him for doing so... It was now or never... 'Tomioka-San? Yoohoo! Hey hey Tomioka-San? Are you listening to me?'

'Yes, I'm sorry... It's just that, I'm surprised that even though you're an adult, you haven't grown a single centimeter...', Giyuu was going to regret that, he was sure of it.

Shinobu smiled and moved one of her fingers, motioning for Giyuu to come closer.

He had to, if he made her chase him, she would be even worse off than she already was. 'Now now Tomioka-San... Raise your arms and if you dare to lower them, you'll know what will happen...~'

'Hehehe Kocho... I didn't mean it... I just...-' ' I said... Arms up, you know what happens if you don't...', the movement of her fingers was enough for Giyuu to raise his arms nervously.

But it didn't last long, as he almost immediately lowered them, covering his ribs as Shinobu began to move her fingers like spider legs. 'SHI-SHINOBUHU!! C-COHOMEHE OHOHON!! NOT THE-THEHERE!!'

'Tomioka-San... I said arms up... This is your last chance... Very good! Now... Where was I~?'

Shinobu smiled to repeat the same movement again, also trying to contain her laughter when she saw Giyuu start kicking his feet in the air, she didn't know if she was trying to hold back her laughter or keep her arms up, but she wasn't achieving either of the two.

'Why did you say that Tomioka-San? You have hurt my feelings... I could have expected it from Tengen, Obanai or Sanemi, but from you? I'm disappointed...'

'I'M SOHOHORRY!! KOCHO!! I'M REHAHAHALLY SOHOHOHORRY!!!'

'Mmmm, are you really sorry? I don't know, you wouldn't bother me like that if there wasn't some reason...', oh fuck, she had realized! '...So Tomioka? Which is the reason? Tell me and then I'll stop tickling you...~'

Giyuu shook his head, Sanemi's words immediately coming back to him as he was going to confess the truth.

Shinobu just sighed and shrugged, reaching down with one of her hands and starting to play with the buttons on her uniform. 'Your uniform bothers me a little... Unbutton it!'

'B-BUHUHUT-!!', he couldn't even think of excuses to avoid it anymore.

He lowered his arms and unbuttoned part of his uniform, it was enough for Shinobu to continue. As if that were not enough, Shinobu this time chose to sit on his lap, smiling and raising her arms and giving him one last chance.

'Last chance Tomioka-San! Confess why you did it and I'll set you free!'

'...No...'

'Oh well, you asked for it~'

It was only a matter of a few more minutes for Giyuu to give in, he couldn't take it anymore! Shinobu's weight preventing him from kicking, his arms above his head making him more vulnerable and sensitive, added to the fact that his skin was somewhat exposed made him feel that that tickling session had been a torture that lasted HOURS.

'Know? I'm starting to think you forgot to buy my gift and that's why you did this. Did you want to give me your person as a gift so I could tickle you~?'

'THAHAHAT'S AHAHAHA NOHOHOHOT THE REHEHEAHAHASON!! *snort* STOHOHOHOP!! *squeal* NO MORE!! NO MOHOHOREHEHEHE!!!'

'I gave you many chances to tell me the truth... But your snorts are cute, if you make one more, I'll give you another chance. So-!', her sentence was interrupted by a snort from Giyuu.

Keeping her word, she looked at Giyuu, giving him the last chance, without stopping... What did you think? Shinobu didn't fall for such games of deception so easily, so Giyuu had to take a deep breath to at least say a sentence without laughing.

'SURPRISE PARTY!!! OKAHAHAY!! I SAHAHAIHIHID IHIHIT!!! I'M DYIHIHING KOHOCHOHO!! PLEHAHASEHEHE!!!', she finally stopped.

Shinobu let Giyuu hold her as he tried to catch his breath, perhaps she had overdone it. After making sure Giyuu was okay, he let him explain the situation. 'And that's why... Excuse me Kocho... I didn't want to ruin your surprise...'

'Well, if you had told me that instead of calling me "dwarf", I would have understood and you would have been saved!'

'I know...', Shinobu raised her eyebrows as she smiled at Giyuu, who understood why she smiled that way.

Well, maybe it wasn't a bad birthday for Shinobu after all...

[bnha-headcanonss]

suggestion :)

Dadzawa, unnamed bio daughter. Hizashis present as well (get it? I’m hilarious.), the house arrest boys mentioned. Love Dadzawa <3

Words: 838 (short one)

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Aizawa was beyond exhausted, as always. Something happened in the dorms last night and caused Bakugo to go apeshit about something Midoriya did, he went absolutely “off the walls rocker crazy” or whatever Kaminari said. Aizawa doesn’t remember, or care too much.

He approaches his front door, unlocks it, and walks in. It’s extremely quiet. Uncomfortably quiet. Aizawa has a 14-year-old daughter, like most 14-year-olds, she loves to blast music when no one is home. There was no music, and her bedroom light was turned off.

“I’m home.” Aizawa shouts through the apartment waiting for an “okay!” or “how was work?” But nothing.

“Hello?” He yells out. Still no response.

He walks over to her bedroom, but no one’s there. He searches all through the apartment but it’s empty. No 14-year-old girl in sight.

Aizawa takes his phone out of his pocket and checks for any missed notifications. He’s urged her to understand the importance of communicating with him since there are so many villain attacks, something could happen to her and he needs to be aware as her father, obviously.

He rings her number, and it goes straight to voicemail. Panic starts to set in, and he dials his go-to man Hizashi.

“Shouta! Wasn’t expecting a call from our number-one caller so soon! What’s the deets?!” Usual enthusiasm, expected, not necessarily appreciated, ever.

“I can’t find her. I got home and she’s gone. I tried calling her and it went straight to voicemail.” Aizawa clearly has panic set into his voice. Hizashi picks up on this and drops the bubbling energy.

“I’m leaving UA right now, meet up and we’ll look for her.”

Aizawa rushed out of his apartment and met up with Hizashi about 3 blocks from the school. They search in all the places Aizawa knows his daughter could be, but she isn’t in any of her usual spots. Aizawa goes to the police station and files an urgent report. Officers get sent out immediately.

The heroes find themselves back at Mic’s house. They’re both exhausted, with no sign of Shouta’s daughter anywhere. They need to recoup and think of a different approach, they go inside Mic’s house and immediately get hit with, sweetness?

The oven was on at some point today, chocolate fills the air. They head over to the kitchen and see chocolate chip cookies set out on the counter to cool off as well as a mountain of dishes in the sink. There’s a hum and faint voices coming from the living room, the gentlemen make their way over there, but not before Mic grabs a cookie. Aizawa gives him a sort of “what the hell man?” type of look. Hizashi follows it up with a “well what do you expect” look and an arm shrug. Shouta rolls his eyes and continues. The lights are off but they see both Shouta and Hizashis daughters curled up on the couch knocked out with some movie playing.

“You’re joking.” Aizawa says, unamused, in disbelief, but relieved.

“I guess they were here the whole time?” Mic questions.

“Appears so.” Aizawa flipped on the lights and crosses his arms. With the sudden burst of light, both the girls woke up.

“Oh hey dad, whatcha doin’ here?” His daughter stretches out of her sleep and yawns.

“You never let me know you left the apartment. Want to explain that?”

“Ohh you’re riiight. I’m so sorry, the movie we’ve been waiting foreverrr for just dropped and I rushed over. I totally meant to let you know.”

“And you happened to fall asleep?” Shouta looks at the television the back at his daughter.

“Well the movie finished a while ago. We just kept them going.”

“Don’t let that happen again, please. I thought something happened to you. Mic and I have been searching everywhere for you, I have to call the station and let them know you’re okay.” Aizawa warned, pulling out his phone.

“Okay, I’m so so sorry dad, really.”

“If you guys are done, we should head home. It’s dark and you have school tomorrow.”

“So do you. Yeah, let’s go.” She half-joked and proceeded to walk towards the entrance of the home.

The girls and fathers said bye to each other as Aizawa and his daughter proceeded to make their way home.

“How was your day though?”

“The boys were a mess today. Mostly Bakugo.”

“The house arrest boys?” Aizawa chuckled at the name.

“Yes, the problem children.”

“Do you think they’d ever get along? They’re always beefing. It’s funny, but it’s getting old.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they were still at each others throats 10 years from now. Now get in the apartment.” They’ve reached their front door and make their way in.

“Again, I’m really sorry about tonight.”

“Just don’t let it happen again okay?”

“Promise!” She says with a big smile on her face and she makes her way to her room. Aizawa crashes on the couch and proceeds to lay there until he falls asleep. This happens often, although he has a comfier bed in his room, but to be fair anything has to be better than that sleeping back he uses in class.

[usagikookiejams]

WISH

Ran Haitani x fem!reader

⚠️ Warning: angst no comfort, violence, curse words, not proofread (sorry, too tired). That's all as I don't want to spoil the story lolll

Today was a very peaceful Saturday. You wish to spend the entire day with Ran; considering you got a good news to tell him. You tried to sleep in a little longer, your hand fishing for Ran that always sleep beside you. But to your dismay, he was not there. You woke up and searching for Ran through out the entire house until you heard a click from the front door; and Ran coming in. You went to hug his arm, swinging your body left and right in the process, "Hey handsomeee, I was thinking... how about we spend the day catching up with our favourite series and have dinner at night?."

You heard him sighed and forcefully retracted his arm; not even looking at you, "No thank you, I have a lot of work to do." You deflated, feeling quite hurt by his word but still, you insisted on spending time together. That is until, he glared at you while saying, "Can you just shut the fuck up?!! I got headache listening to you! Stop being so clingy! It's not like you are gonna die if I don't spend even an ounce of my time with you, is it?." Ouch... that was not expected from him. You masked your hurt by giving him a smile, "It's okay, I will leave you alone. I am sorry for disturbing you." Ran sighed and walked to your shared bedroom while saying 'thank you.' After you were sure that Ran was fast asleep, you went to retrieve your car keys and purse; deciding to spend time with yourself instead.

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"I adore how you're constantly by my side. Please continue to do so, your presence is utterly endearing"

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[Your POV]

That words kept on repeating in your head. You looked out of your car window to look at the entire city from the highest point of Roppongi. The word kept on haunting you, making you wonder if he was getting bored by your affection? You felt tears wetting your cheeks, you chuckled slightly at that, "How silly of me, thinking that he will always want me to shower him with affection. He is a busy guy too, so he must feel very tired and just want some time to himself," you monologued with yourself.

You went outside the car to get some fresh air. You looked at the city while stroking the ring decorating your delicate finger. Thinking how you're going to break the news to him without annoying him even further... Not realizing that a guy was approaching you from behind. You were suddenly forced into unconcious state and everything went blank.

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[Ran's POV]

Back at home, Ran woke up from his sleep after what felt like hours. Looking at the clock, the time was currently at 2:00 p.m. Shoot.. he was supposed to be at the office since 12:00, why didn't you wake him up? He grumbled and called out your name plenty times but no answer. He remembered what he said to you in the morning, feeling guilty and now making a mental note to apologize to you as soon as possible. He stood from the bed and went to get ready for work...

At the office, he was informed by his secretary that the top executives are now gathered at the meeting room for what seems like an urgent discussion. He got there ASAP and apologized for his lateness, Mikey didn't get mad but just look at him pitifully.

"Do you got any calls from the enemy, Haitani?," Mikey looked at Ran making the latter guy dumbfounded. "Err.. whatchu mean, boss?," Ran couldn't help but looked towards his brother direction. "The Black Venom's man called our HQ around 11 a.m. saying that they got hostage with them..," Mikey announced. "So... what that got to do with me? Why shall I expect calls from them?," Ran still didn't understand the situation. "Are u fucking stupid Ran?! Boss meant to say that the enemy got your wife, Y/N!," Sanzu said while shaking his head.

Sanzu's word ringing in his ears making him rushing to retrieve his phone from his pocket. He tried calling you multiple times but it wasn't answered. He was getting impatient and decided to settle things on his own, until Mikey stopped him, "Sit down Haitani.. Keep your composure, I know the news is shocking but we have to discuss this matter first, how we're going to invade them. Considering they just destroy our plan of raiding their base this night." Ran couldn't disobey his order thus, sat down to discuss carefully regarding the plan.

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You woke up from your unconciousness, feeling tightness around your limbs. Thus, quick to realize that you were bound to a chair. You looked in front of you to find any clue on where you are but didn't find any.

You suddenly felt something hard hit your head making you scream in pain. You looked upwards and saw a guy with baseball bat smiling sinisterly at you. You couldn't help but scream loudly to get any source of help. The guy once again hit you, this time around your chest to stop you from screaming. You fell backward making the chair also fell down with you. You tried asking for his sympathy but he didn't listen to you. He grabbed his phone from his backpocket and dialed a number.

After the third rings, someone on the other side of the call answered, "Hello, who is this?." The guy directed his phone towards you and changing the mode to video call, making you hear scream from the person in the other line. "What the fuck are you doing with my wife?!." Oh, that was actually your husband, Ran...

"I didn't do anything but maybe swing my baseball bat lightly to keep her shut her big-fat-mouth up hahaha," the guy looked at you making you felt like vomitting. "I swear when I got you, I will kill you as slowly as possible, as a payback for your action!," you heard Ran warning the guy, in which you couldn't help but smile a little. This action of yours made the enemy mad and started hitting you again and again, until you're coughing a lot of blood. "Is this how you're going to torture me? Dream on, you won't even able to reach me as we're currently at a very remote location," the guy zoomed in on your face making it very obvious that you're in a very critical state, your face is all beaten up.

Ran was about to warn him again but the enemy has ended the call. Ran couldn't control his emotion and started to punch the wall behind him until his fist was bleeding, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I shouldn't have say that to her. If that is the case, she will still be safe at home," he started to cry. Rindou went to calm him down and said that the plan will take action as soon as possible once the ammo are stocked up in the cars boot. "I felt guilty that I yelled at her this morning, she sounded so excited too, telling me to spend time with her. I am such as stupid husband for not listening to her request. After what felt like days, I finally have time to be at home," Ran confessed his guilt. Rindou was about to comment on it, but was interrupted by one of the subordinates telling the executives that everything is ready. Everyone stood up and got ready to beat up that fucker and his gang.

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You were pulled up by the enemy guy quickly. The guy cut the rope, and screamed at you to move as quickly as possible to the rooftop. You didn't want to anger him so you follow his order.

Reaching to the rooftop enable you to see numerous vehicles parked at the front entrance. Noticing one of them is what seems like Ran's car. You felt like fate is by your side so you couldn't help but scream that you're in the rooftop. The enemy guy that was by your side felt really angry that you gave away his whereabouts; leading to him landing a punch directed to your chest. You felt dizzy now that you has loss too many blood. You heard footsteps getting nearer and the enemy was looking much more uneasy. The rooftop door was barged open, revealing non other than your husband, Ran. You smiled weakly at him, but the smile was suddenly wiped off your face when you felt bullet hitting your chest. The enemy laughed at the Bonten members, saying how they were too late. Ran shot the guy in the head and ran to hug you, but all you could feel now is numbness throughout your body.

Your mouth kept on spilling blood, making your husband panic at the sight, "Fuck it! Come over here medic! What are you doing there?! We have to be quick, she's losing a lot of blood already!." Ran screamed at the medic team who were now rushing towards you.

"Hey baby... please stay awake yeah?," he stroked your cheek lovingly while tears were pooling in his eyes. "We will go home and spend time together as you wish this morning, yeah?," he felt himself chocking up on his words. You looked at him, hands trying to engulf his face close to you though your limbs felt as if they were screaming at you. "Ran...," you smiled at him. Ran held your hands and kissing each of them. "Do you remember, our promise back in highschool?," you try to refocus your sight to him as it slowly becomes unclear. "Yeah baby...I remember how we promised to love each other dearly, ensuring it won't fade though we already have kids together in the future..," he couldn't help but felt the tears rapidly streaming down his cheeks. "So tell me, Ran. Do you still love me?," you stopped to take a shallow breath. "Of course I do! I love you so much that words couldn't even described it!," he held your hands tighter. "But, why it seems like your love for me is fading? You don't look as excited like you always do when you looked at me this morning," you felt your heart twisted at the reminder of what he said to you this morning. "Baby, I don't get it. What do you mean?," he tried to make a connection from your words. "I am pregnant Ran, it has been 3 months. I tried to tell you this, but you dismissed me. It hurts Ran, it hurts when you said I am clingy. It seems like you don't get excited for us," you started seeing white lights from above, making you felt quite nervous leaving him behind. You heard him saying 'I'm sorry' for many times until it sounded too far away from you.

Ran cried and cried, mouthing 'I'm sorry' non-stop. That is...until the medic called him and shook their head no. Ran felt like his world was crumbling apart. Not only did he lost you, he also lost the baby made out of love by the both of you. He felt like fainting, screaming to you to come back and saying he didn't mean the words he said this morning. Everything went blank as Rindou now rushed to Ran to embrace his unconcious body.

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It was now the day after your tragic death, a funeral was conducted in honor of you. Many people came to show their respect to you. All Ran could do was stare blankly at each of them as they neared your coffin. From the corner of his eyes, he could see a woman walking towards him with something in hand. The woman he remembered as your bestfriend looked at him with teary-red-eyes while handing the box to him, "Open this at home, don't cause a scene here. I want the last farewell for my bestfriend to be as peaceful as possible," she said then walked away. Ran looked at the box, it looks very simple; how you would like it. Ran couldn't help but cried a bit remembering you.

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[Ran's POV]

The box has been placed on the bedside table since he got back from your funeral. Honestly speaking, he was afraid to open them. He wondered why your bestfriend glared at him with nothing but hatred in her eyes; it shows how whatever inside this box, must be something that is very important to you.

Seconds passed by and finally he bravely opened them and could see a letter on top of a soft fabric. He read the content:

"I am glad to be able to spend my life with you. I wish nothing but the best for our love journey. In whatever situation, I hope our love remain strong as it has always been. What I am about to show you is something that is very important to me; it has some part of me and you. I have never seen them before but I already know that it is the best thing that ever happened in my life. Take a look at it by yourself, love <3"

After reading the letter, he pulled up whatever it is inside the box. Plop! He heard something dropped by his feet, he retrieved it and noticed it is a pregnancy test. He started to get emotional over this, now fully expecting the other items inside the box.

Tang! The box dropped. He frozed...he did not...

Yeah, he may expected the other items inside the box to be baby stuff...

But...

What he didn't expect is...

There are two sets of them...

2 pair of shoes...

2 clothes...

2 baby bottles...

And lastly...

2 ultrasound pictures; showing the twins resided in your womb.

Ran felt like he couldn't breath, he felt like dying. Not only he lost you, but he also lost his baby, two of them actually.

Ran sworn to himself that he will never forgive himself for ruining what the future holds for him. He wish that God could burn him in hell as long as possible to clean him off his sins, no matter how may years it takes. Just to enable him living his life with you and his 2 babies still alive by his side in another life.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Team Japan’s Manager:

🎂 Happy Birthday Manager!🎂

Team Japan x GN! manager (they/them pronoun)

Warnings: angst to fluff, Team Japan are really super volleyball idiots in this one

A/N: it’s my birthday and this is my gift to all of you 🥰

I don’t think I have to say it

But honestly Yn, what a godsend you truly are 😍

The world is truly blessed to have you in it

Without you, well, we wouldn’t have a Team Japan

Why you ask?

It’s simple really, because they literally would have all killed each other 😃

Tell me I’m wrong because you know I’m not

The sheer chaos that encompasses Team Japan is astronomical

Whether it be Kageyama fighting with Hinata

Suna and Sakusa ganging up on Atsumu

Yaku and Komori iterally instigating it all

Be honest, we all know how much they LOVE the drama 😏

The whole team would fold without our sweet precious YN

Unfortunately, being the manager of such a chaotic team can mean your accomplishments go unappreciated

Let’s be real, the people that work behind the scenes often go unnoticed

It sucks tremendously and it’s often a thankless job

Sure the team appreciates you but sometimes it feels like you are often the pillar under the foundation

The invisible support of you will

Without you, our boys would literally collapse

And sometimes we need to remind them of that 🥰

That’s where I come in 🙃 because nobody does karma and reminding quite like ya girl

You see, like most people, you were really looking forward to your birthday!

It was just around the corner, a few days away in fact and boy were you excited

You hadn’t really planned anything specific because you see, you were kind of hoping for a day of appreciation from your team

Honestly, it’s not much to ask for!

These guys totally go all out for birthdays and we know it

But you just wanted to be appreciated and the best way you could think to do so was to celebrate with the team

As your birthday approached, not much happened

Honestly, you just kind of thought they were being secretive

Honestly, first red flag YN, no way Bokuto or Hinata could be quiet about anything

Oh my sweet YN 🥹 you poor angel

It wasn’t until the day before your birthday that your expectations began to lower

“Hey Sumu whatcha doing tomorrow night?” Suna asked

“Probably nothing, maybe going to Samu’s place. You guys wanna come?” Atsumu answered

The guys all agreed as you went about your chores as manager, all while listening in for clues

“Maybe we should invite YN to come along? I bet they would enjoy it!” Bokuto added as your heart jumped a little

“You really think YN wants to hang around with us after work?” Sakusa asked

“Nah you’re right, we should probably just leave them out of it,” Yaku interjected as you instantly deflated

Fortunately none of the guys had seen your mood shift as you quickly made your way back to your office and shut the door

“Maybe this is all part of their plan?” You thought as you tried to calm the tears

Surely they wouldn’t forget about your birthday, they couldn’t

Spoiler alert 👀 they did

The next morning you got up and ready for work, you were so excited as you seing by your favorite coffee shop for your birthday drink

“Happy Birthday YN!” The barista said as you thanked them and walked to work

You were so excited for today and nothing could interfere with that!

Unfortunately, immediately upon entering the gym, your dreams of a grand birthday were crushed

“YN seriously, you’re late!” Atsumu growled as you looked at him confused

“Like 2 minutes late Sumu give them a break,” Aran said rolling his eyes

“Well us dedicated players have been here for almost an hour already!” Sumu said as he turned around to serve

All the guys were lined up for serving drills, concentrating on their targets

Meanwhile, you just sat there, waiting for a mere “Happy Birthday” that never came

Deflated, you walked to your office, turning on the lights and seeing nothing

No balloons, no flowers, no stupidly printer computer sign that Hinata haphazardly taped together

Absolutely nothing 🥺

Your heart sank as you set your coffee down and pulled out your chair

“How could they all forget?” You mumbled to yourself, trying not to cry as you heard the guys outside

A knock sounded as you quickly jolted, wiping your eyes as you instructed the person to come in

“Hey Yn, good morning!” Iwaizumi said as you smiled softly

Even Iwa forgot your birthday Yn 🥺😩😭

“Can you help me with the stretch routines for the guys? You’re the only one who can get Bokuto, Hoshiumi and Hinata to actually cooperate,” Iwa said chuckling

“Uhh yeah sure I’ll get right on it,” you said grabbing the papers and turning around

“You ok Yn? You seem a little down?” He asked as you cleared your throat

“Yeah all good just tired, I’ll see you later Hajime,” you said as Iwa nodded and left your office

The day dragged on and on

As 3pm approached and you were gathering your stuff, a knock came as the coach entered

“Hey Yn, Happy Birthday!” Coach said as you smiled

“Hey thanks coach! I really appreciate it!” You said smiling as he handed you your gift

“It’s nothing huge but I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you as our manager YN!” He said as you smiled

“Thanks so much coach,” you said smiling as he left your office and you put the gift in your bag

It almost seemed pointless

Your birthday was almost over and not one of your teammates had said anything

You sighed deeply as you turned off your lights and headed home

“Kageyama will you wrap it up!” Iwaizumi shouted as the guys all stood on the side

“Just one more serve,” he said, tossing it up as the serve slammed into the other side

“Usually it’s Hinata and Bokuto we have to drag home,” Hakuba inserted as the team chuckled

“Hey Guys,” Kuroo said, walking in with a huge bouquet of flowers, balloons and a present

“Damn you got a date of something?” Suna joked as Kuroo looked at him questioningly

“Uhh no, I was wondering if Yn had left yet, I wanted to give them my gift before they went home,” Kuroo said

“Gift? For what?” Yaku questioned

Kuroo 👉🏻 🤨 are they really that stupid?

Team Japan 👉🏻 🤡 🤡🤡🤡

“You guys can’t be serious? It’s YN’s Birthday!” Kuroo exclaimed

🎶 it’s the sound of SILENCE 🎶

Literally it registers in their head all at once

Like you can see the ping sound go off

They all look at each other, literally pale as ghosts

“Don’t tell me you guys forgot today was Yn’s birthday!” Kuroo growled as panic ensued

“OH MY GOD WE ARE THE WORST TEAM EVER,” Hinata screams as he collapses on the floor

“Team? Try worst FRIENDS EVER!” Aran shouts

“Fuck I can’t believe we forgot!” Atsumu said slamming his palm against his forhead

“Shit, I wonder if that’s why YN was so sad earlier, dammit! They looked like they were crying!”Iwaizumi spat

“YN WAS CRYING?!?” Bokuto shouted as the rest of the team stood in panic

“We really fucked up this time,” Sakusa said as Suna nodded

“Guys wait, it’s not too late to fix this!” Komori shouted, pulling out his phone

“Pretty sure it’s kind of late Komori, we missed almost all of her birthday,” Ushijima interjected as Komori ignored him and kept typing, putting the phone up to his ear

“Well we need to do some MAJOR damage control,” he says as his phone rings

That night, you went home and treated yourself to your favorite takeout and desert

You got several happy birthday messages and phone calls

But none of that seemed to matter anyone 😞

That fact that your boys, your team, forgot your birthday made all of it seem absolutely worthless

Sighing, you went to bed early, setting your alarm for another day at the gym

“How was your birthday Yn?” The barista asked you the following morning

“It was ok, nothing special,” you sighed and thanked them for your drink

You had to get yourself out of this mood!

You weren’t going to let the fact that the guys forgot about your birthday weight on you?

Right??

Right - ☹️

You calmed yourself, opening the door to the arena as you made your way to the gym

The lights were still off, strange given that normally Kageyama, Atsumu, Hinata and Bokuto practically slept at the gym

“They probably had a late night at Osamu’s restaurant,” you say, not exactly thrilled to have to deal with tired men

You flipped the lights on, a sudden and loud “SURPRISE” ringing in your ears as you practically dropped your coffee all over the floor

Your eyes looked around, observing the elaborately decorated gym in your favorite colors, balloons and flowers everywhere

“What the hell, what is going on?” You ask, stunned as the guys all smile at you

“YN we are so sorry about forgetting your birthday yesterday,” Iwaizumi said, coming up and hugging you tightly

All is forgive Iwa, a hug is all you need ✋🏻

“We know nothing we can say will make up for us forgetting so we figured that actions speak louder than words, so we did this,” Aran added, hugging you again

YN, two hugs??? From Aran and Iwaizumi?? You better forgive them istg-

“You guys did all this? This must have taken hours!” You said, looking around and observing all the decorations and flower

“It actually took us all night,” Hoshiumi said rubbing the back of his neck

“Osamu is coming soon with the catering and cake! We called him and asked if he could help!” Hinata added

Kuroo approached, handing you a gift of balloons, flowers and an elaborately wrapped present

“I’d like the record to show Yn, that I did, in fact, not forget your birthday but I stayed to help these dumbbells fix their mistake,” Kuroo said as you smiled, tears forming in your eyes as he hugged you

Another hug Yn 😒 honestly just over here collecting hugs from these hot ass men

“YN we are really so sorry for forgetting your birthday! Please don’t be mad at us!” Bokuto say, practically crying as he approached you

“How can I be mad at you guys when you went to all this trouble for me! I’ll admit, I was already upset that you all forget yesterday was my birthday but this totally makes up for it!” You say, happy tears flowing down your cheeks

The visible sigh of relief washed across the men’s face as you began to hug them all one by one

The door opened and Osamu came in

“Hey YN, happy belated birthday! Sorry I would have wished you a happy birthday yesterday but my idiot of a twin forgot so here we are!” He said, smiling and carrying in a large cake

“Hey! It wasn’t just me that forgot!” Atsumu growled

“Yeah but I know somehow it was your fault because it always is,” Osamu sang as the team nodded in agreement

“It’s true,” Suna agreed

“You guys really treat your starting setter like crap ya know that!” Atsumu whined

“They treat me just fine Atsumu, it’s you they treat like crap,” Kageyama chimed in

“No way are you the starting setter Tobio! Not with the pure talent I possess!” Atsumu yelled

“Pure talent to annoy literally everyone,” Sakusa added

Komori sighed as he approached you

“Sorry about this YN. They promised they’d get along,” Komori said

You just smiled and laughed, “we can’t expect miracles Komori.”

“Well let’s get started, we are forgoing practice today to celebrate Yn,” Aran sang as the men all stared

You just rolled your eyes and smiled, “how about we play a practice game instead!”

“That’s our YN, always thinking of the team!” Atsumu said proudly

“-but I get to play the setter position,” you laughed maniacally 😈

“Works for me!” Suna said, grabbing something to eat as the rest of the team agreed

Kageyama and Atsumu rn 👉🏻👁️ 💧👄💧👁️

Please, YN deserves this 💅

[third-arch]

No Surprises-A Trafalgar Law X Reader Fan Fiction

Extras-ONE

fluff, sfw, some cussing, mild angst

Three years later:

Your office is silent. All that you hear are the sounds of your pen scribbling, and the occasional creaking of the floor beneath you. You glance at a photo on your desk. You brush off the dust that settled on Kanna-ya’s picture, and stare at it for a moment. You adjust it, so it’s facing towards you alittle more, and give the photograph a painful smile. You paused, and went back to work. But, you could hear tiny little steps approaching, no-scurrying to your office. You can hear a faint grunt as you glance at tiny hands gently pressed against the side of the door to your office, always left slightly ajar. “Come in,” you say.

“DAAAAAAAAAAAAD” Taiga-ya pushes open the door and runs over to you.

Taiga-ya hugs your leg, attacking it with hugs and nibbles. “Dad-ya! When are we going to play! You’ve been busy for like fifteen quadrillion kabillion yearsss”

Taiga-ya wore her green “scarf” that Zoro gave to her. She loved it. It made her feel like “The strongest Trafalgar tiger ever-ya!!”

Law picks her up and sets her in his lap “Here, let’s call the guys and cancel these plans, Taiga-ya.” Taiga’s eyes sparkle. Law’s eyes glance at another photo on his desk of the two of you, happily married, embracing one another. He smiles a little. “Daddy!! I never see you smile like that!! It’s so pretty!! Why don’t you do it more?” “Because, the only one who can make me smile that way is mom-ya” He plants a kiss on your forehead. Taiga tries taking your hat and putting it on her head. When you realize this, you help give it to her. She looks so cute. Cora-san? Kanna-ya? I hope you’re watching. I’m going to be the best father I can for her.

“Hello, Captain Law? We have important news for you. The vice-” Law holds the phone close to Taiga

“GO FUJK-MMM1m!1 Whoops. Interception from Captain Law. Sorry, that was my Daughter” and pulls her back to his chest. Taiga bites his arm.

“Oh Law! Congratulations! You never mentioned her!”

“...I try not to, for her safety” Law looks down at his dear daughter with gentle eyes. Her face is buried into you, saying through your chest (muffled) Bakayaroooo!!! He was so proud of her. He wanted to settle down somewhere private so he could raise you safely. But, at this rate, it just wasn’t possible. He still had so much work left to do.

Taiga-ya ferociously attacks her daddy-ya’s hand while he wrestles with the boring boat dudes on the other line.

“Hey, I’m going to spend time with her today, can we do this tomorrow?”

“Oh Law…tomorrow morning, got it?

“Mm Hm.” You hang up.

You pull Taiga on your lap. “Did Zoro-ya teach you that phrase?” “Yea B)” God Dammit, Zoro-ya. You’d deal with that mosshead later.

“Dad! Can you tell me a story about mom?”

“Your mother?” Taiga nods, happily “Hm…once, for my birthday, mom-ya gave me a present. These two small hibiscus flowers. She found them in a place called Wano and said I’d look good in them.Taiga-ya…do you want one of them?” “:00000000 YEAAAAAAAA!!!” “You have to promise me that you’ll love it, okay?” Taiga energetically nods. How much energy did Kanna-ya have? It would explain how she could go on and on, you suppose. You smile.

“Here, Tai-ya” you gently unclip the yellow hibiscus from your coat.”The yellow can remind you of me, and the flower will remind you of mom-ya.” “Thank you, Dad-ya! I love you ! You’re the best captain ever!!” Taiga nuzzled into Dad-ya’s chest. “I love you too, Tai-ya” Hehe, just like her mother. She’s brilliant for her age. She reminds me of Luffy, in a way, too…

Sunlight hits the framed photo of you and Kanna-ya, and you invite Taiga-ya for ice cream. “Alright, Tai-ya? What flavor?” She’s resting on your shoulders, wearing your hat. You’d give up anything for her. “COOKIES AND CREEEAAAAAAAAM!!!”

“Well, is it good?” You sit at the table across from Taiga, watching her eat her ice cream” it’s all over her mouth, but she doesn’t care. “Daddd this is sooo gwyuuddd!! Here!! Have some!” You lean over and take a lick. “Thank you, princess-ya!” Taiga smiles at you and goes back to focusing on her ice cream. The room was quiet. The only sounds in the room came from Taiga’s hyperactiveness and her licking her ice cream. “Daddy-ya! Can we play together and have a sleepover?” “It’s your day, pumpkin-ya. What do you want to play?” “We can go to the park!! Isn’t there a place nearby?” You boop her nose “is that what my little tiger-ya wants?” She nods furiously “okay oka okay! Be careful! You’re going to hurt yourself.

You wait for her to finish up. “Here, taiga, look at me.” You take a napkin and while her mouth from all of the dried ice cream. “Go brush your teeth and grab your shoes. We’ll be there soon, okay?” “Alright dad-ya!!” You can hear her trot off to her room. It may not show, but days like these were really hard for you. You were trying your best, but you missed your wife, so much. Something just felt incomplete. It was hard, really hard. But, you were doing this not just for Taiga, or Cora-san or Kanna-ya, but for yourself. You needed to live. You had too much to lose. “I’m ready, dad-ya! Let’s go!!”

Taiga runs over and tugs on your pant leg. You life her up, “and maybe tomorrow we can make cinnamon rolls!” and pull her in to smooch her cheek. She giggles, and responds by delivering an attack nuzzle to Dad-ya’s chin beard thing. A devastatingly critical blow! “Daddy! One day, I’m gonna protect you and be just like Mom-ya and Cora-san! I promise!” You pick up your daughter and look at her. You smile with your teeth “I’ll be cheering you on, tiger!” before smooching her forehead. 🤍

Yes, Zoro and Law are basically Dads in the afterwards of my fanfic haha. I’ll drop more content soon!!

[greazyfloz]

Bend Til We Break - Chapter 4

Chapter (1) (2) (3)

The way Quinn left last night left a bad taste in my mouth. I do my usual Starbucks run and morning work routine before I find myself sitting at my office looking at a text sent from Quinn.

Quinn: Hey, I’m so sorry about last night!

Quinn: promise I will make it up to you

I decided to just ignore the texts and focus on my work. My phone starts to ring so I lift it to reveal Quinn’s name. I shake my head and answer the phone.

“Hello?”

“Are you at work?” he asks 

“Yes, now can I get back to it?” I say

“Come outside” he says and hangs up.

I sigh before heading down to the bottom floor to see Quinn in the lobby. He smiles at me as he approaches. 

“What Quinn?”

“I came to apologize about last night. I lost track of time and forgot I made plans with some guys on my team” he says

“If you had plans whatever but you didn’t even say goodbye, and didn’t text me until” i say pulling out my phone to get the exact time, “10:45, the next morning”

“I get why you are mad, I do. I leave tomorrow for a couple days but I promise I am going to make it up to you as soon as I am back” 

“Fine” I say and he brings me in for a hug

Later that night, after work I went home and got dressed up before making my way to a fancy restaurant downtown for a work event. On the way to the restaurant, I started to think of him. If Quinn wants to give it another try, maybe I should. Last night was a rollercoaster of emotions for me but I realized a lot and what I want to do. Quinn didn’t have to show up at my work today, nor did he have to the first time. Maybe trust is beginning to be built, why would someone fight so hard for something to end with nothing. 

I pull into the valet and hand my keys to the gentleman before making my way inside to the table. I sat and conversed with my colleagues until I saw him. The emotions inside of me hit me like a truck. I felt nauseous. He didn’t see me yet, but I definitely saw him. 

He entered the restaurant behind two other couples, hand in hand with a beautiful petite girl with long blonde hair. I watch them make their way to their table in the back. I am no longer listening to the conversation, but praying that he sees me as he waits for the hostess to escort the group to his table. I excuse myself from everyone at the table I am sitting at telling them I am no longer feeling very well before making my way to the door. Slipping away behind him, I don’t think he saw me leave.

I drove home and layed in bed still in my formal wear from earlier this evening. He is stuck in my head. I can’t even process my emotions. ‘Is this a joke to the universe about me?’ I think to myself. As I’m laying in bed I pull out my phone and send him a text:

Y/n: Enjoy your dinner. Please don’t talk to me, bother me, stand outside my work office, EVER again! 

I throw my phone at the wall and allow myself to cry for awhile. Although I haven’t been in contact with Hanna, she really is the only person that had my back when Quinn left me. So I wipe my tears and make my way across the room to call her. It goes to voicemail so I hang up and send her a text instead. I ignore all the incoming texts from Quinn to click on Hanna’s name,

Y/n: Hey, when you get this can you call me? I really need to talk to someone right now

I send the text and go to my closet to take my dress off and put on some sweatpants and hoodie. I then go to my bathroom and take my makeup off before making my way to the couch. I set my phone on the table and make my way over cuddling in all my blankets. I turn the tv on and The Vow was playing, I changed the channel and hockey was on the next, I roll my eyes and clicked netflix before I heard a knock at my door.  

I get up and make my way over to the door looking through the peak hole to see a stressed out Quinn. He knocks again on the door loudly, so I open the door so my neighbors don’t call my landlord about the noise. “Why are you here? What do you not understand about don’t bother me?” I say. 

“I’m sorry, I just-” he says loudly 

“Shhhhh!” I interrupt him pulling him into my apartment, “I really don’t want to hear this but if you are going to yell in the hall I guess I have to”

“I was going to break up with her this morning-”

“Wait” I interrupt again, “She is your girlfriend?” I say letting out a slow breathy laugh

“Yes, but-”

“Quinn, you had sex with me last night” I say with sadness in my eyes looking at him with them burning from the tears forming, “You told me you loved me” I say as the tears leave my eyes again for the second time tonight

“I do! I do! That is why I am here, because I fucking love you!”

“You have a girlfriend Quinn!” I say wiping some of the tears away

“I wanted to make sure I had you before-” he started but I couldn’t listen to him anymore

“You left me last night and it makes sense now. You didn’t have plans, you had a girlfriend to get home to” I say opening the door, “You should get back now” I saw quietly as tears continued to slip down my face. Quinn makes his way over and wipes the tears from my eyes but I swat his hands away, “LEAVE” I yell and Quinn nods entering the hallway before turning to look at me

“I love-” he starts but I slam the door in his face before he could continue. 

I lock the door and make my way over to my room sitting on my bed before hearing my phone ring in the other room. I get up and make my way over in case it was Hanna. I turn my phone over to reveal her contact,

“Hey” I say after answering

“Hi, how are you? Are you okay?” Hanna says back to me

“Yeah um- just needed someone to talk to. I miss you”

“I miss you too. Look I’m sorry that I’ve been distant but I think I need to tell you something” she says

“Okay, you go first” I say and i hear her take a breath before answering

“No, you first. You’re the one that reached out” she says

“So I am living in Vancouver and long story short, I bumped into Quinn and let him back in, but found out he had a girlfriend tonight. But he slept with me last night and told me he loved me… like sincerely” I say rambling and the line goes quiet

“Quinn?” she asks on the other side of the phone, “Like Hughes?”

“Yes, Quinn Hughes”

“I don’t like him Y/n” she says over the phone, “Why would you give him another chance?”

“I didn’t, well kinda, but not really”

“You slept with him Y/n” she says then continues, “You didn’t tell him you loved him did you?”

“I didn’t mean to, it just happened and I might have I don’t remember” I say

“Do you still love him?” she asks me and I stay silent for a second

“I- Yeah, I do” I finally say and she stays silent on the other end. 

“Fuck Y/n, I’m so sorry someone is calling me one second” she says

“Just text me, or call me tomorrow so you can tell me what you wanted to say earlier”

“Umm, yeah that isn’t important anymore but I definitely will keep in touch” she says before we say our goodbyes and hang the phone up.

[darknqlmes]

The Fighter And Puppy

PARING: Jackson West x Teen!Reader John Nolan x Teen!Reader Tim Bradford x Teen!Reader Doug Stanton x Teen!Reader

WARNING: Fighting! Language! Blood! Teen Violence! Teen Fighting!

SUMMARY: What if Evelyn saved Jackson West from the group of guys? What if she fought them all by her self?

(Doug Stanton is an asshole. I hate him. Not the actor; he's probably really nice.)

Walking around in L.A., California, was a girl named Evelyn Jones. She was just going for a stroll on a nice day when she started hearing grunts and groans. Curious, she went to check it out. When she was at a corner, she looked and saw four guys kicking and punching a police officer. Now, most people would run away, thinking they weren't strong enough, and most times they weren't.

Evelyn was trained by ex-Russian spies. So she knows a lot. wanting to help this officer, she approached them when she saw something in the corner of her eyes. Looking in that direction, she saw another police officer just standing there, watching this happen. Evelyn was frustrated. Furious. Walking up to them, she shouted.

"Hey! Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" The four men chuckled, thinking that a fifteen-year-old girl couldn't fight them. "I suggest you walk away. Before you end up like him, Evelyn looked at them with narrowed eyes. "Nah! I think I'm good. But now you have made me interested. You think you can beat me until I'm like that? Well, let's see."

Raising her fist in fighting position, she saw the four men do the same. Then they started fighting. She ducked the first few punches, getting her own with some kicks in the sides. Grunting, one of the men grabbed her in a choke hold, while the others started punching her. She elbowed the man in the chest, then brought her head down and hit his face as hard as she could with her head.

Pushing the three other men away, she spits out a little blood. "You know, you can just back out, little girl." Evelyn smirked and spit out a little more blood. "I'm good. I needed a fight today." The four men started punching and kicking. Evelyn knew how they were going to fight, so when one of them tried to kick her leg, she grabbed the leg and yanked him to the floor.

Kicking him in the face twice. Looking up at the three other men, she ran over to them, slid on the dirt, and kicked their legs until they weren't standing. Getting up, she started kicking them in the side, face, stomach, and back. Turning to the police officer, she jogged up to him and crouched down.

"Hey, I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner. I'm gonna help you." Not knowing the codes for police officers, she grabbed his walkie-talkie and pressed the button on the side. "Officer down, I repeat, Officer down." Evelyn heard talking on the walkie-talkie. Mostly asking who was on the walkie-talkie. "My name is Evelyn Jones. I helped one of your police officers; he was getting beat by a group of four men."

-

Five minutes later, there were police surrounding the entire place. When the police first got there, they pointed their guns at Evelyn and detained her. Not wanting to go to jail, she complied. The last thing she heard was, "Hey, partner. What happened? What happened, partner?" Evelyn, who was furious, wanted to rip his head off.

Getting up, she started approaching them, not listening to the officers trying to get her back. "You did this! This is your fault! If I wasn't here, he would be dead! You selfish piece of  shit!" The officer looked up to her, faking confusion. "What? What do you mean? I was on the other side of the building." Evelyn was fed up with the lies.

"No, you weren't! I literally saw your bitch ass over there, behind the corner, just watching this shit happen! Even when I came out to help him, you didn't do shit!" All the officers looked at Doug; he just denied it. "No, no, I wasn't over behind the corner. Don't listen to this little bi-girl." Evelyn looked at one of the older officers. "Look at his body cam. I bet it's on that, Officer Nolan." Looking up at his name tag, Officer Nolan started nodding his head and grabbed Evelyn by the arm. Lightly, bringing her to the back of the shop.

-

Evelyn was let out of holding after watching Doug's body camera, which showed how he didn't do anything. Evelyn was almost home when she saw a car slow down next to her. Looking over, she saw that it was Officer Nolan. "Oh, hey, officer Nolan. How are you?" Officer Nolan smiled. "I'm good, and you can call me John. Also, I was wondering if you needed a ride home." Evelyn looked at him with questioning eyes. "Really? You'd give me a ride? But I'm a stranger."

John shrugged. "Well, I can trust you. Right? You are not a serial killer." Evelyn laughed and shook her head. "No, I'm not a serial killer." Walking up to the car door, she opened it and hopped in. "You aren't kidnapping me, right?" John shook his head. "No, I'm not. I just feel kind of bad that you don't have a ride home." Evelyn chuckled.

"Yeah, well, I'm not surprised." John looked over at Evelyn. "What do you mean?" Evelyn looked over at John. "Well, my parents hate me. They love my brother more and have always hated me. They yell at me, scream at me, and make me do everything! I'm getting exhausted." John is feeling really bad for this girl. He looked over at her.

"I, uh. I know this might sound weird, but you could sleep at my house for the night." Evelyn just stares at him for a few moments. "Yeah, you are asking me. A STRANGER! If they want to sleep at YOU'RE HOUSE?" John looked over at her with sheepishness. "Yeah, now that I think about it, that sounds very creepy."

John and Evelyn sit in silence for a few moments, then burst out laughing. Evelyn did agree to sleep over at his house for the night. John already thought that she was kind of a daughter, and he was proud. But he thought that Evelyn didn't see him as a father figure. But Evelyn thought that he was a father figure, even though they had just met that day.

PART TWO?