#Cell Phone Signal Repeater

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আর নয় নেটওয়ার্কের সমস্যা...!! এখন ঘরের ভিতর কিংবা অফিস দোকানের ভিতর থেকে কথা বলুন যেকোন সিম নেটওয়ার্কে।

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Stay A While

Summary: Terry's back home and trying to make amends with an old friend.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC

Word Count: 3,944

Part: 1 of ??

Warnings and Notes: None. This one's a safe for work slow burn. Enjoy.

Drunk minds speak sober thoughts. Or at least Terry hoped that was the case as his thumb hovered over a familiar name in his contact list. A dingey hole in the wall became a haven on the tail end of his journey back to some sense of normalcy. He was down a bike, a truck, and a piece of his heart but continued to press on until fatigue forced him to stop for rest. The owner, a small woman with a big voice noticed his rough appearance as he passed by on foot and invited him inside to duck an incoming storm. She wouldn’t take no for an answer, even when he repeated that he had ground to make up before nightfall.

When she asked if he needed help he politely and foolishly declined all but a glass of brown liquor and access to an outlet. That same whiskey and a sprinkle of Motown-era love songs playing on a rickety jukebox had broken a grown man down enough to reach out to the one person who might still be willing to take him in. Even if only for a night.

Searching for extra courage, Terry took another sip of lukewarm Jack Daniels before tapping his phone screen. The line rang once, twice, and then a third time before a short pause signaled the call had connected. 

The silence on the other him was loud, forcing him to speak up first. 

“Hello?”

Fading voices and shuffling in the background were the only indicators of a presence on the other line, making Terry feel embarrassed for starting a call in the first place. 

He cleared his throat before speaking again. “Hey, look… if now’s not a good time I ca -” 

“Terrence? Did you mean to call me?” 

“I, uh…yeah. I did. I’m sorry. I should’ve -” 

“Are you okay? It’s loud wherever you are. You good? You hurt?” 

“I could tell you if you would give me a chance to answer,” he chuckled. His amusement made her kiss her teeth in annoyance. “I’m okay. I’m a little banged up, but I’ve seen worse. I’m somewhere between Charlotte and home. Stopped in this spot for a drink and somewhere to sleep for the night.” 

“And what does that have to do with me?” 

Terry took another swig of whiskey and sighed. “Nothing, really. I was hoping I could see you, though. You know, when I make it back tomorrow.”

“You staying anywhere when you get here?” 

“Not yet, but I’ll find somewhere. I know how to survive.”

“TJ…,” More silence. Thick. Long. Full of tension and years of baggage that they had yet to discuss. The other voice sighed before answering. “Come on by. I’ll have the back room ready for you. You need toiletries?” 

Terry’s face softened into a near smile at the invitation. “Yes ma’am. A meal would be nice, too.” 

“Okay. I’ll have you something if you can get here before dark tomorrow. Please be safe, Terrence. I mean it.” 

Before he could attempt to extend the conversation, the call ended, leaving her contact photo in full view. Terry allowed a slow grin to spread across his face just as a short text with her address came across the screen. 

“Another round, brother?” 

Terry looked up from his phone to find an expectant expression on the bartender’s face. He shook his head and reached for the wallet in his back pocket. “Nah, but thanks, man. Think I’m gonna close my tab, actually. I gotta see about a bus ticket before it’s too late.” 

“If you heading to her,” the man started, pointing toward Terry’s phone. “you need a cut, man. A lineup. Something. You look like what you been through. If you got $20, I can get you right.” A slight frown and knitted eyebrows in response made the bartender shoot his hands up in surrender. “I don’t want no problems, big dog. I just know what it’s like to see your lady after a hard time. Let me help you.” 

A quick look into the black mirror of his cell phone screen forced Terry to reckon with his appearance. He couldn’t remember his last haircut and his mustache was starting to dwarf his upper lip. He sighed and reached into his back pocket. 

“Extra $10 and you can get the face too?” 

“Extra $20 and I’ll get you where you going myself.” 

------

City noise had long been replaced by suburban quiet by the time Terry’s destination came into view. His friend back at the bar was true to his word and arranged transport that turned a 6-hour journey into 2 hours of UGK on the speakers, a little privacy, and AC on the hottest summer day so far.  

After exchanging pleasantries and cash, Terry stepped out of the cramped Honda onto the smooth driveway pavement. Every house, street sign, and front yard looked exactly as he remembered them, bringing mixed emotions forward.

The short journey to her front step felt arduous for his tired legs, but he persisted until he was mere inches from the front door. He lifted his arms and prepared to knock but stopped short when it swung open unexpectedly. 

“Knocking when I can hear those heavy feet from a mile away is courteous but unnecessary.” 

He chuckled and rubbed a hand down the back of his head. “Good to see you too, Treece.” 

Patrice greeted him with a half smile as she studied his appearance from toe to head. A few years and a little extra weight had done wonders. She settled on his eyes and softened her gaze. “You look good, TJ. Come in here and cool off.”

Stepping inside her home felt like walking into a time capsule. He’d spent so many after-school days and summer nights here that it felt like his childhood home not too far up the road. Photos from yesteryear lined the walls on the way to the living room where nothing had changed except new furniture and a bigger television on the TV stand. The heat from the oven mixing with a slight chill from the air conditioning unit kept the room comfortable enough to nap if he could settle for more than a few minutes. 

Terry’s eyes drifted from his surroundings to Patrice as she led the way. Long braids covered the back of a high school t-shirt and jean shorts. Her brown skin had become golden under the North Carolina sun, making her glow a little in the morning light. Grown woman weight had settled onto her once thin frame, transforming her into a more of a mini version of her mother than before. All the changes he’d imagined when he had a free second were ions better in person.

Patrice gestured toward the leather recliner in the corner without speaking, inviting him to take a seat and settle in on her way to the stove.

They existed without words for a few minutes while she took fresh biscuits out of the oven and arranged them next to sausage patties and an omelet on one of her good porcelain plates. Terry trained his attention on his shoes, trying and failing to find a way to break the ice. He wanted to apologize. Confess his wrongs and desires in one grand speech designed to erase nearly ten years of absence. But the words wouldn’t form in his throat and the moment came and went. 

Balancing a dinner tray in one hand and orange juice in the other, Patrice carefully made her way to his spot in the living room. Seeing her kind eyes calmed his nerves and set his chest ablaze.

“No more pork for you, right? This is chicken sausage from my Nana and them in the country.” She asked as she sat the tray on his lap. 

He nodded in appreciation. “Yeah. You remembered?” 

“You ain’t been gone that long, TJ. I still know who you are and what you like. That orange juice don’t have pulp in it either.” 

“Thank you,” he said sheepishly before hanging his head to pray. 

“Any time.” 

A re-run of A Different World became the only sound in the room outside of an occasional content sigh from Terry as he tore through his breakfast. Patrice watched in amusement until her broad smile caught his attention. He slowed in embarrassment and returned the stare long enough to induce loud laughter from both of them. 

“I look crazy, huh?” 

“No,” she assured with a sweet smile. “You just look like you're happy to be back home, is all. Fayetteville missed you.” 

“All of Fayetteville or someone specific?” 

“Don’t start, TJ.” 

“I’m only asking a question.” He answered without making eye contact. “You know you’re the only one who still calls me that?” 

“What? TJ? That’s your name.” 

“Yeah, but…you know. It’s not 2010 anymore.” 

Patrice shrugged and settled deeper into the couch. “Considering that’s about the last time I saw you in the flesh, I guess it stuck for me. But, I can call you Terrence if you like.” 

“Nah, TJ’s good. I like it. From you…specifically.” 

The pair exchanged equally bashful looks, both too shy to say anything that would incriminate themselves. Instead, they watched the television in silence and stole looks until a commercial break took away their distraction. 

Without speaking, Terry began to gather dishes and stand, prompting Patrice to rush over before he could move too far. 

“Treece, I can do it.” 

“I know,” she answered in a sing-song voice while sliding the tray from his grasp. “But I haven’t done this for you in a while. Let me love on you a little bit.”

His eyes tracked her every move until she was behind him at the kitchen sink. Boyish nervousness made him twiddle his thumbs until words came rushing out like water from a burst pipe as he sat back down.

“So, how you doing? How you been?” 

“I’ve been okay. Mostly work and no play, you know. Thankful to be out of that classroom for a few weeks and get some peace.” 

“Yeah? Kids driving you crazy?” 

“Baby, the kids, their parents, and my parents are driving me to drink,” she laughed. “I can’t catch a break.” 

“What about your man? He driving you crazy?” 

Patrice scoffed and shook her head. Her mama and his mama talked too much. Terry chewed his bottom lip, hoping he didn’t offend. 

“We…aren’t together anymore. Hard to build a family together when he’s off building one across town.” 

Terry craned his neck around the armchair to make sympathetic eye contact. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that part. I wouldn’t have said anything.” 

“It’s alright. I gave it to God a long time ago. Maybe I’m not meant to be anybody’s wife yet.”

“Maybe you weren’t meant to be his wife.” 

“Well, it’s not like any suitors are knocking down my door for my hand in marriage.” 

“Probably because you keep swinging it open before anybody gets a chance.” 

Patrice rolled her eyes and flashed her middle finger in Terry’s direction. “Ha-ha. I see you didn’t lose your jokes at Lejeune. Only your ability to keep in touch.” 

Her retort left a shallow cut in Terry’s ego, making him turn his attention back to the television. He knew he’d broken a decades-old promise and that atoning for his sins would take time. But he also knew that, at any moment, Patrice could send him back into the world with nothing more than a full belly and a swift kick in the ass. He had to tread lightly. 

Taking the lull in conversation as his opportunity to lick his wounds in private, Terry stood and gathered his belongings in both hands. Patrice watched him from her spot with an apologetic expression. 

“You don’t have to leave. Got a couple errands to run so it’ll be quiet in here. Take the whole couch if you want.” 

“That’s alright, but thank you. Figure I can make myself useful and cut the yard. Maybe unpack some of this stuff if that’s alright with you. You got a mower?” 

“Yeah, it’s back there,” she answered, gesturing toward the backyard with her head. “Will you be here when I get back?” 

Sensing the hidden motivation behind her question, Terry dropped his bag to the ground and made his way into the kitchen. Cautiously, he leaned down to press a short kiss to Patrice’s forehead before using his index finger to tilt her head upward and meet his eyeline. “Yes. I promise. You don’t need to worry about me.” 

Her eyes fluttered closed for a half second while she nodded her understanding. A wave of relief made the hair on her arms stand at attention but she quickly bit back any urge to engage further. 

“You looked tired when you got in,” Patrice started, turning her back to Terry to conceal her flustered face. “I cleared Junior’s old bed back there. It’s a little small but sturdy. The sheets are fresh. Let me know if you need more blankets. I like it cold at night.” 

“I’ll survive, girl. I’ve slept in worse places than a full-sized bed. Thank you.” 

A split second of hesitation kept their eyes glued to one another until Terry ended the stalemate by backing out of the room and disappearing down the hallway. 

Patrice took his absence as an opportunity to compose herself. Busy hands and racing thoughts fueled a cleaning marathon until tasks that had long fallen to the bottom of her to-do list were crossed off. 

For hours they co-existed without many words exchanged. Occasionally, Patrice would steal glances at Terry while he meticulously tended to the lawn and bushes. When he could, Terry made a point to brush up against her when he walked past and agree with each of her many suggestions. Being in her space was enough for him and he dared not upset the natural harmony. 

By the time dinner rolled around, they had found a groove. A quiet dinner led to an even quieter cleanup shift and quick good nights exchanged after watching Jeopardy together. 

Terry left Patrice to her own devices while he fought to acclimate to such cushy surroundings. Try as he might, he couldn’t get used to the soft mattress below him or the near-frigid temperature in the house. Tossing and turning left him unsatisfied. The walls felt like they were converging. Flashbacks were turning into night sweats. He needed to escape.

Slowly, he slid out of bed and into a pair of slippers Patrice had gifted him earlier in the day. Measured steps help him sneak past her bed bedroom, out of the back door, and down into the backyard without causing a disturbance. 

The early June air was balmy, clinging to the skin beneath his t-shirt. In the distance loud bass from someone’s car speaker vibrated until it was out of earshot. Dogs barked and howled to salute the moon worked in tandem with the faint smell of charcoal cooling from a night of backyard barbecues to remind him that he was far from the trouble of Shelby Springs. 

It’d been a while since he could enjoy the night without being on high alert. The last week was a special kind of hell that he feared he could never shake. The urge to flee was beginning to creep in like the tide, threatening to wash away what little progress he’d made.

After a few deep breaths and mumbled prayer, Terry retreated to a porch swing to rest his weary legs. His shoulders relaxed as soon as his backside met the aged oak and, almost instantly, he felt safe enough to close his eyes. One deep breath turned into another until he was drifting into his first peaceful sleep in weeks. 

Minutes passed like seconds. Thoughts slowed to a halt. His heartbeat regulated. Near bliss was upon him.

Inside, a single lamp flipped on to illuminate Patrice’s path as she searched the house for her guest. His room and bathroom had turned up empty results with almost no sign that he’d been there throughout the day. He wasn’t on the couch or in the kitchen raiding the fridge like she half expected. Worry had all but made her pass out until she heard the slight creak of her swing on the porch, making his head appear and disappear from the window above the sink.

She couldn’t fully open the door before Terry opened one eye and looked in her direction. She froze and he smiled.

“Feet not as heavy as you thought, huh?” 

“Yeah, yeah. If I’d known you trade in a bed for this old thing I wouldn’t have wasted my time on laundry.” 

“Hey, I built this old thing, remember?”

Patrice chuckled at the memory and pointed at the metal chain keeping the swing in place. “Damn near lost a finger behind it, too.”

“Would’ve been worth it knowing you were happy.” Patrice nervously shifted her weight from left to right under Terry’s intense gaze while he took his turn to look her over. Finally noticing her awkwardly standing between the screendoor, he motioned to the spot beside him. “Sit with me for a second.”

Patrice visibly wrestled with her decision but ultimately joined him. They maintained a careful distance, being sure to keep their individual limbs from connecting for fear that the mere sensation would set them ablaze. They played a childish game of cat and mouse until Patrice spoke.

“I was rude earlier,” Patrice confessed while fiddling with the hem of her t-shirt. Terry closed his heavy eyes to cure the burning sensation growing by the minute but acknowledged her statement with a confused grunt. She continued. “I never asked how you were doing. The whole thing about my ex sort of brought up old feelings.” 

He frowned, hurt by her revelation. “You know I wasn’t trying to hurt you, right?” 

“You never are. Same ol’ honorable TJ. Terry, I mean.” 

“TJ for you.” 

Again he popped one eye open and paired it with a grin that disamered Patrice and made her giggle like her high school self. The sound had him resolve that he’d spend his whole life making stupid faces if it meant she’d get some joy from them. 

“You ready to tell me everything I missed or are you content with popping up on my porch? And how long do you plan to be here eating all my food, anyway?” 

“I don’t think you wanna hear that,” he answered in an attempt to dodge the loaded question. Patrice persisted. 

“No, I do. I see the tattoos and the fresh haircut. TJ turned into a man while he was gone. At least let me get to know this new person.” 

“I grew up,” he sighed after some time. “Gained some. Lost a lot. Still trying to pick up the pieces.”

“What’d you lose?” 

“Lately? Money. Family. Shit, my mind.” 

“Why?��

“Mike died.” An abrupt interruption of an already complicated conversation brought forth a long pause. He waited for an interjection but found none, prompting him to offer more details. “He was killed. In jail. I tried to get him out and bring him home but I was too late.” Terry answered without making eye contact. Shame wouldn’t allow him to meet her potential judgment.

Patrice mentally cycled through names and faces until she realized the gravity of Terry’s statement. She reached out to breach their unspoken barrier and grabbed his hand which he accepted with no pushback.

“You wanna talk about it?” 

“Not really,” he answered before squeezing her hand and finally returning her eye contact. “I handled everything. It’s over for now. I’m here with you. We can focus on that.” 

“Even though you keep skipping how long you’ll stay.”

Patrice’s warmth was starting to take a backseat to her cold nature. Old wounds had started to re-open and rebuild a wall they both thought they’d successfully hurdled. Despite her attempt to pull her hand out of his grasp, Terry stayed put. He eyed her for a moment, picking up on a thin veil of tears threatening to form at her water line. 

She watched his normally steely blue-gray eyes soften into something that mirrored the softness he carried when they were kids. She couldn’t find the gumption to look away as he brought her knuckles up to his lips for a set of short kisses before looking back up at her. Pleading. Begging for any indication that she had softened her heart toward him. 

“Treecey, I’m sorry. I don’t know how else to say it. You meant more to me than the way I left and I pray every day for a chance to make it right. We crossed a line that night and I wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t handle that like a man should have. I’m sorry until I’m blue in the face.” 

Sincerity was thick in his voice despite his low, even tone. 

Patrice listened without a word. A single tear cascaded down her face despite her valiant attempts to keep her emotions at bay. She swore she’d never cry about Terrence Richmond again. But old habits die hard. 

Terry used his free hand to swipe away that tear and the next one sitting at her lower lash line with the pad of his thumb.

“Say something,” he pleaded. “Anything. Tell me you hate me.” 

“You know I don’t hate you,” she whispered, too choked up to continue without a deep breath. “I…I just feel like you took a piece of me with you, you know? And you never wrote back. You never called. You shut me out like we were never friends. We could’ve gone back to how things were.” 

“I fucked that up.” 

“I’m aware. But that doesn’t mean that I trust you won’t do it again. No matter how much I don’t hate you, I’m not eighteen anymore. My patience is thin. I can’t allow you to turn my world upside down again.” 

“Hand to God I wouldn’t dream of it.” 

“Yeah. I hope so.” Though she whispered, Patrice’s words sliced through Terry like a hot knife through butter. 

He hung his head in defeat as she pulled her hand from his grasp and made quick work of standing from the bench. Her footsteps retreated past him and to the back door until she paused. 

He looked over his shoulder to find her eyes closed and chin pointed to the sky in contemplative silence. This was it. The final blow. 

She took a deep breath and stared straight ahead. “Stay as long as you want. Junior’s living with his girlfriend now, so nobody’s coming to make you leave. Tomorrow, we can go get you some new clothes. I’m tired of looking at those raggedy t-shirts already.” 

Terry took her jab in stride and gave her a half smile as a sign of compliance. “Yes ma’am. Thank you.” 

“Mhm. Lock the door behind you when you come in.” 

“Good night, Treecey.” His farewell came in an annoyingly sweet voice as a last-ditch effort to drag some loving words from her. Patrice stopped and gave him one more once over and a dismissive eye roll.

He waited for the ghost of a smile that disappeared before he could blink. She shook her head and took a step inside the house.

“Shut up, Terry. Go to bed.” 

Terry hid his amusement until she was out of sight, leaving him alone to grin at how even her rebukes felt like love letters. 

“Shut up,” he repeated to himself as he closed his eyes to doze again. “Hm. I’ll take it.” 

TAGS: @planetblaque

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[perpetual-stories]

The Emotion Thesaurus: Amazement

Hello everyone! This post will discuss the emotion amazement.

This section is taken from the Emotion Thesaurus by Angela Ackerman and Becca Puglisi.

Amazement

Definition: overwhelming astonishment or wonder

Physical Signals:

widening of the eyes

a slack mouth

becoming suddenly still

sucking in a quick breath

a hand covering one's mouth

stiffening posture

giving a small yelp

rapid blinking followed by open staring

flinching or starting, the body jumping slightly

taking a step back

a slow, disbelieving shake of the head

voicing wonder: I can't believe it! or Look at that!

pulling out a cell phone to record the event

glancing to see if others are experiencing the same thing

pressing a hand to one's chest, fingers splayed out

leaning in

moving closer

reaching out or touching

eyebrows raising

lips parting

a wide smile

spontaneous laughter

pressing palms to cheeks

fanning oneself

repeating the same things over and over

squealing dramatically

Internal Sensations:

a heart that seems to freeze, then pound

rushing blood

rising body tempreture

tingling skin

stalled breaths

adrenaline spikes

Mental Responses:

momentarily forgetting all else

wanting to share the experience with others

giddiness

disorientation

euphoria

an inability to find words

Cues of Acture of Long-Term Amazement:

a racing heartbeat

shortness of breath

knees going weak

feeling overwhelmed as if the room is closing in

collapsing

May Escalate To: Curiosity, Disbelief, Excitement

Cues of Suppressed Amazement:

holding oneself tightly (self-hugging)

walking in jerky, self-contained strides

clamping the hands to the chest

looking down or away to hide one's expression

eyes widening a bit before control is asserted

mouth snapping shut

a stony expression

taking a seat to hide emotion

making excuses if reaction is noticed

stuttering, stammering

[loveanddeepspacefanfic]

Sylus: living with you

Sylus x reader

🔞🔥🔥🔥🌸🌸

Sylus is like a brother! Synopsis:

He and his mom moved into your house. Your dad married his mom, so now you’re all living together, like it or not.

He’s old enough to be an adult but still stuck repeating his senior year of high school.

You’re in your second year of college and laser-focused on it, leaving boyfriends, parties—everything—aside.

He’s the opposite, always skipping class, coming home drunk. Most nights, you find him throwing up in the bathroom after some party.

In some ways, you hate him. Living with a guy like this—reckless, cynical, and a complete womanizer—is something you can barely stand.

***

One rainy day, your bus doesn’t show up. Your dad’s car is still in the shop, and there you are, sitting in the living room, desperately trying to call someone for a ride, but the cell signal is down. Missing class isn’t an option.

Sylus walks in from school; he has afternoon classes and usually gets home just after dark. He sees you, holding his helmet in hand, since he just got back on his motorcycle.

The room is dimly lit, with both your parents cozy in their bedroom, watching Netflix and enjoying the chilly weather.

—What’s up, sis? Something wrong? —Don’t call me sis! Stop being a jerk. My bus didn’t show, and I need to get to campus — you say, eyes fixed on your phone screen. —With that pout, I thought maybe you had a fight with your boyfriend. Oh wait, you don’t date, right? Annoying little nerd. —Shut up! If you’re not going to help, just leave me alone!

You move to the window, checking if the rain has let up, mainly to avoid looking at him. Sylus heads to the kitchen, pours himself a drink, and takes a sip with a smirk, setting the glass down on the table with a little thud.

He swings by his room, grabs another helmet, hesitates for a moment, and decides to approach you again.

—I’ll take you. Grab your stuff. —And who said I want to go with you? —It’s that or suffering in the rain. —I don’t need you! — you shout.

Fuming, you grab your bag, stuff it into a plastic bag, and storm out. Just before stepping through the door, you turn and yell:

—I’d rather walk in the rain than go with you!

Behind the door, Sylus swallows hard. He knew you were bold, but he didn’t think you’d actually go through with it.

You step into the rain, walking quickly, knowing there’s a chance that jerk might try to follow. Gritting your teeth, you hold back tears. The fury you feel at having him in your home, along with his mom, is overwhelming.

His cologne lingering in every room, his clothes and socks scattered everywhere, and his alcoholic mother trying to meddle in your private life—it’s enough to drive anyone mad.

Suddenly, you hear the rumble of his motorcycle. You pick up the pace, practically running. The headlights draw near as Sylus revs his engine and cuts in front of you.

You freeze to avoid getting hurt, your clothes and hair already soaked from the rain. Water pools on the asphalt, making your feet shiver with cold.

—Stop acting so stubborn and get on the motorcycle! Now! — he yells through the downpour.

—I don’t need you!— you shout back.

Sylus, losing his patience, gets off the motorcycle and picks you up with an unsettling ease, setting you firmly onto the seat. Startled, you adjust yourself, realizing how drenched you are.

— I’m taking you to that damn college. —No, I won’t go! I can’t sit through class completely soaked. —Then what do you want? Head home? The rain’s getting worse, so make up your mind already.

You hesitate, dreading the idea of your dad seeing the two of you arriving together. In your mind, Sylus is exactly the wrong kind of company. You’d promised your dad you’d keep your distance from him. Left with few options, you try to think fast.

—Just take me anywhere. You’re always skipping class-don’t you know somewhere decent where I can wait until it’s time for my classes? I don’t want my dad knowing I missed class. —Geez, so many conditions! Fine, just shut up and hold on!— he says, handing you a helmet.

You put on the helmet and try gripping the motorcycle’s side handle. But at the first speed bump, you instinctively reach for him, afraid of falling. Without meaning to, you place a hand on his chest, feeling his defined build and his heartbeat, which is racing.

He seemed tense, different. The feeling of his chest under your hand makes you swallow hard. You manage to pull your hand away, finally distancing yourself.

Sylus suddenly takes a sharp turn down a dark street. You know he’s into some questionable things, and it’s hard to imagine anything good coming from this.

But he surprises you. He parks in front of a small wooden cabin. It’s at the beginning of the road leading to the hills, a popular spot for tourists this time of year.

—What is this place? Some run-down shack?— you say, taking off your helmet and stepping off the motorcycle. —No! Believe it or not, it’s an Airbnb. I rented it earlier. It’s Friday, so I booked it for the weekend with some friends. —This is the kind of dump you hide out in on weekends with those lowlifes? —That’s none of your business, sis. —Don’t call me that!— you yell, raising a hand toward him.

Sylus catches your wrist mid-air, and the two of you lock eyes. He growls for you to get inside. For the first time, you decide to go along with it and step into the cabin.

Inside, you see it’s actually a cozy loft. The rustic decor gives it a warm, comfortable vibe—a hidden paradise behind the look of an abandoned wooden house.

—See? Not bad inside. From the outside, sure, it looks abandoned, but it’s cozy, clean, and the soft lighting’s just perfect.

You look at him in surprise. You’d never heard him string together so many coherent words before.

—You can go now. I’ll call you when it’s about time for me to finish class. —Your phone doesn’t have any signal. Remember? —Oh, right. Then come back around 10 p.m. You can go now. —You want to be alone by the highway? People will notice someone’s here because of the light. —When did you get so sensible? —Just don’t want to be blamed if something happens to you,—he says, mockingly.

You realize you might already be with the most reckless guy in town. Sylus has always been known to hang around with the worst guys. You swallow hard, suddenly aware you’re in a cabin in the middle of the woods with a guy nearly six and a half feet tall.

You sit on the bed, hugging your bag, unable to hide your discomfort. He notices your unease, snatches the bag from your hands, and tosses it onto a small table.

He pulls up a wooden stool and sits, facing the fireplace. The chill is settling in, so he starts a fire with surprising ease.

Silence hangs in the air for a long moment before he clears his throat. Still with his back to you, arms crossed, he begins to speak.

—Even though you hate having me around, I’ll take this chance to tell you some things. —If it’s to say something stupid, don’t bother. —I was against it— he says in a rough, intense voice. You huddle on the bed, deciding to listen. —I was against the marriage. But my mom was head over heels for your dad. I get that it must be hard, having two strangers in your house. —You don’t understand— you murmur.

Surprised, Sylus turns, glancing back at you. He sees that you’re far more hurt than he’d imagined.

—I understand more than I’d like to—he insists.

You realize you never really knew Sylus’s full story, so you take a chance, trying to start a conversation.

—How long have your parents been separated?

—My parents didn’t separate— he says, looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

You feel a jolt of discomfort but can’t bring yourself to ask anything further.

—My dad died when I was a kid. —I didn’t remember that. I’m sorry— you whisper.

—That’s not the point. The point is, my mom remarried almost right away—to a jerk. And I hated seeing that guy in my dad’s house— Sylus says, a deep bitterness surfacing.

—Sylus, please... I don’t want to dig into that. You’re getting upset!

Sylus tosses a few sticks onto the fire, taking a deep breath before looking back at you.

—Don’t worry. One night he drank too much and tried to hit my mom. I defended her, and he ended up falling down the stairs. Got what he deserved, you know?

You swallow hard, feeling the weight of each new detail he reveals. Despite everything, you’re starting to understand a bit more about what shaped his personality. For all his wild ways, he truly does protect his mom.

—There’s no need to be scared.

—How could I not be? You always seem involved with strange stuff. Your mom’s always getting called to school. Your friends are the worst. And now… you’re basically confessing you had a hand in your stepdad’s death.

—It was an accident, annoying little nerd. —This time just won’t pass… We hate each other.— you say, almost to yourself.

Sylus glances at you and, for a moment, considers how you’d react if you knew he’d slashed the bus tires so it wouldn’t pick you up for college. That he’d rented the cabin with the plan to bring you here. What would you do if you knew it was all intentional?

—Why are you smiling? —Doesn't it cross your mind that I might like you?

A jolt runs through you. Deep down, you’d suspected this conversation would come up eventually.

It was obvious from the way he’d sometimes look at you out of the corner of his eye. It was more than clear that he wandered around the house in a towel on purpose, or wore so much cologne just to get your attention. And it was obvious he hadn’t accidentally opened the bathroom door while you were in the shower.

That look wasn’t accidental. Nor was his tone when he teased you. The truth was, it was all very obvious, but you fought not to see it—because he was the last person you’d choose. The worst possible option.

Sylus steps closer and touches your face softly. He lifts your chin, tracing his thumb over your lips. You turn your head abruptly, avoiding his gaze.

—Are you ignoring me?— he whispers. — ...

Sylus takes your hand and slides it under his shirt, forcing you to stand in front of him. Shocked, you try to pull your hand back, but he grips your wrist, making you feel his rapid heartbeat. You close your eyes and grit your teeth, holding back any reaction.

—That night you took care of me when I was drunk… I wasn’t entirely out of it. You felt my heartbeat. You looked after me so our parents wouldn’t wake up. —What is this, Sylus?— you say, your voice trembling. —I think… something good came alive in me that night.— he confesses— My heart hasn’t beat the same since.

You swallow hard, trying once more to pull away, but this time he pulls you into a hug. The warmth of his body brings you an indescribable feeling of comfort. Slowly, you place your hands on his back, shyly returning the embrace.

—Stay with me. —Are you crazy? —I’ve always been— he whispers, his voice low and rough.

Sylus slides his hand through your hair, tilting your head back gently.

He kisses you intensely, and you can’t resist as his tongue meets yours.

With surprising ease, he lays you down on the bed, kissing you all the while as he slips off his black jacket, tossing it aside.

You try to push him away, but there’s no strength behind it. You want him—you want that scent of his on every inch of your skin. He trails kisses down your neck, whispering random words between them.

You murmur, half-heartedly trying to stop him, but he’s lost to the desire to have you.

He sheds his shirt in one swift motion, pulling yours off as well. Sylus leaves a trail of kisses over the exposed skin of your chest.

Before long, he removes your bra, pressing you against his chest, savoring the sensation.

He presses his body against yours, making you gasp into his mouth.

You feel his desire against your stomach, realizing there’s no turning back.

Your hands slide over his chest, helping him undo his belt.

With a hungry movement, Sylus lets his hand slip down, feeling just how ready you are for him. He growls against your ear, seeking your gaze for approval, desperate to end the torment.

You nod, and he enters you, filling you completely. His size makes you moan against his lips with each thrust.

Sylus alternates between slow, deep movements, bringing you both to a climax like two people starved for each other.

Sweat drips down his face as he bites your lower lip, savoring your last moans before collapsing beside you.

You both lie there, breathless, wrapped in each other’s arms. He kisses your forehead, whispering in your ear, his voice still rough:

—This isn’t a fairy tale… but if love exists, I think it must feel a lot like this.

[buckysmith]

MW2 characters reacting to you being hold hostage + how it happened

Includes: Ghost, König, Soap, Price, Gaz, Alejandro, Rudy, Gromsko, Laswell, Valeria and Graves

It was kinda hard to write the exact same topic for 11 people without repeating the same story and in the end I fucked it up but I hope you guys enjoy it anyways cause I wrote that shit for 7h+

I just hope it doesn’t flop again .-.

Word count around 10000.

Warning: hostage, mentions of dead, mentions of abuse (not heavily detailed but still a trigger)

Tell me if I have to add warnings

Ghost:

- He is an extremely cautious man, making sure no one knows where he lives to protect you.

- the only living people who know where he and you live are Price and Soap, since he knows they won't say anything even if they are being tortured

- Even your family doesn't know where you live, or rather they think they do, but they don't because the address is fake.

- but a small mistake can lead to a big problem, which in your case it did.

- Simon and you were walking together in the streets of London, but he could feel that something was off

- he didn't really want to go to London, but on your anniversary he wanted to do you a favor and go on a date like any other normal couple, spoiling you with things you like

- so you were on your way back to your car and like London is, it was crowded with a lot of people

- you could feel Simon getting more and more nervous because he sensed something was going to happen and then just a few feet away from you a car exploded causing the crowd you were in to panic

- Simon instinctively grabbed you and ran with you to your car, pushing the people running towards you away to make his way through the crowd

- but just before you could reach your car, he saw what was going on, that he was the target of the attack, because you were running straight ahead in a group of masked men.

- Simon who of course didn't have many weapons on him, only a Glock and a few knives knew that it looked bad for you to fight against heavily armed men

- he knew if he fought you would both die, so he didn't hesitate long and ran back into the crowd knowing there you would be at least a bit safer

- he pulled you by your wrist through the crowd, pushing the people who got in his way away to make room for you

- but after the masked men fired shots, the crowd just panicked even more

- he held your hand as tightly as he could, trying his best not to let go as the crowd tore you further and further apart

- the last thing he could see and hear of you before you were lost in the crowd were your frightened eyes and your voice calling out to him

- not even a second passed and he alerted Price who informed the team and laswell as well as the police and special forces in the area

- he immediately started looking for you, calling out you, trying to locate your cell phone, calling you, but you didn't answer

- all while forcing his way through the crowd in the direction he had lost you

- he tracked your cell phone signal, but only found your cell phone lying on the ground, smashed but still working

- he knew he couldn't panic now, but his blood was freezing, his heart started to stop in its rhythm

- he knew he could track you in another way, he had given you a necklace with a tracking device that even you didn't know about

- he followed the signal, running like a madman through the streets of London only to end up in an empty alley.

- the moment he picked up your necklace from the ground, saw the crimson liquid on it, was the moment his heart stopped

- it was the moment he realized that the target was not him, but you

- he stared at his necklace, time seemed to stop for him before he stood up and left the alley to make a single phone call

- days passed with no sign of you, Laswell and many other agents and elite soldiers in his debt searched for you

- he did not take any solid food during that time, he refused to eat and he drank almost nothing

- but his body did not weaken, only his spirit became more dangerous

- he blamed himself for your abduction, he cursed himself so much that he went with you to London

- days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, no sign of life from you made him slowly lose his will to live, his body became weaker and he destroyed himself more and more every day

- Soap and Price watched as their friend slowly fell apart, as he slowly became truly a ghost.

- at one point he was too weak to stand on his feet, but he resisted when anyone tried to help him

- be it to feed him or to help him to walk

- the moment he got a sign of life from you, or rather from the men who kidnapped you, Simon changed again

- the man who moments before had been too weak to keep himself on his feet became a more dangerous killing machine than he had ever been before

- whoever they were, they were about to pay a price

- and he wouldn't grant them the mercy of a fast death, he knew what he would do to them, the moment you're in his arms again.

- they would live for months, not that you could call that living, but well, they were still able to breath and feel everything. That's all I'll say about it.

Soap:

- Soap came back from his service a few days earlier than planned, so now you had a problem

- you were at a friend's in London, you were supposed to come back home two days later to pick him up

- but Soap assured you that it was no problem to spend the two days with your best friend, because you both saw each other quite rarely due to the distance or rather her and your job

- on the last day you both wanted to go shopping, some nice things to wear and maybe some other things you liked

- you then called soap, actually just to ask him if you should bring him this new video game he was talking about all the time

- but your conversation was quickly interrupted by two men with bomb vests and another man with assault rifles

- so the last shopping day turned into a hostage situation and you and your best friend were sitting together with many others in the middle of the building and in the middle was one of the assassins with the bomb

- it was just too stupid for the assassins that they didn't know who was among their hostages

- It didn't take Soap long to get from your home to London, not with his contacts.

- he also contacted his friends and teammates, Ghost, Price and gaz were also quickly in London.

- He had given you another cell phone in case of emergency, one which was not flashy but in such emergencies life saving

- but he didn't expect you to call him, and you more or less didn't really call him either

- he was the only number stored, so you just had to press a button dial his number.

- Soap didn't hesitate long and took his cell phone to the lead officer, because they had a view inside through the thermal imaging cameras, but no voice transmission and now they had thanks to you

- Soap knew how risky it was that you had called, but you had now helped the forces, especially with the identification that one of the bomb carriers was among the hostages.

- Soap could hear you and your girlfriend being yelled at, because you were whispering to your girlfriend beforehand so that the he and the other who were there to rescue you all knew where the other bomber was sitting.

- So while Soap was incredibly proud of your courage on the one hand, he was equally afraid for your life on the other

- he had been on so many missions like this, so many missions where he could have died, but none of them had ever made him feel this scared.

- it was only hours that you were trapped, but with every second That passed he knew that if something went wrong, he would lose you, killed him.

- the moment they stormed the building he had only one thought, he had to find you and get you safe and sound.

- it was only seconds in which he searched for you in the crowd, but for him those seconds felt like hours.

- For him, they were moments of uncertainty, because although they were sure that they could eliminate all the assassins with little trouble, they did not know if there were still hidden assassins among the hostages.

- The storming of the building was quick and the targets were also quickly taken out, but to soap's great fear, among the hostages there was actually someone with a bomb vest who remained unidentified, who blew himself up after his comrades were killed.

- the whole building shook, glass from windows and doors shot through the air like bullets that caused him to seek shelter for a few moments, in the seconds after that he disobeyed every order, he didn't care what would happen to his reputation or his job in the moments after the detonation

- it was all about you

- he called your name in panic, ran to the people killed by the explosion, or rather what was left of them.

- he knew where you and your best friend  had been sitting

- and that's where the bomber had exploded.

- in the first few seconds there was nothing in his head, he heard nothing, he smelled nothing, he felt nothing.

- there was just nothing

- he held his breath without realizing it, fell to his knees as his body collapsed as if it had been turned off.

- the moment he heard your voice, the moment he could sense quick footsteps and a movement, he directed his gaze in that direction

- the moment you wrapped your arms around his neck, threw yourself into his arms and kissed him. It was the moment when he understood that he was not dreaming, you were alive, you were in his arms

- it was only seconds when he thought you had died, but those seconds left deep scars in his soul.

- the day you almost died left for you only a scar on your cheek, but for him it left an order, a mission which he would not stop carrying out even after his death.

- he made sure that this would never happen again, that you were safe for the rest of your life.

- that was an oath he never broke.

Alejandro

- being in a relationship with Alejandro had its pitfalls

- but most of all it had many downsides

- he was rarely home, most of the time your relationship consisted of talking to each other on the phone over secure lines

- it wasn't like it was something new, because before you had a long distance relationship, but with your move to las Almas you thought you could see him more often since you were only a few miles apart now

- but no, he was too afraid to accidentally give away your location and put you in danger.

- his enemies were the cartel, the soldiers operating outside his unit and even his own people he didn't trust

- the only ones who knew of your location were Alejandro and Rudy.

- but seeing your husband in person only a few times a month, and then only for a few hours, caused strife between the two of you.

- you were as good as isolated from the whole outside world

- you had little contact with your family/friends

- Alejandro had moved the rest of his family elsewhere, but you didn't know where they lived and they didn't know where you lived.

- everything was a security measure, but after two years of almost complete isolation in a foreign country, you and Alejandro were always having fierce arguments

- most of the time it was over FaceTime, because as I said he didn't want anyone to know where you lived

- the phone call ended with you hanging up after he told you for the millionth time that he was doing it for your safety

- you knew that, you knew he was just worried but you were alone, you needed him with you!

- he usually didn't even stay over and slowly but surely you felt more like a prisoner than in a relationship

- you were homesick, you wanted to be with your family/friends and the comfort they gave you

- the feeling of security he couldn't give you anymore for a long time

- you loved him, but you couldn't go on like this and he couldn't give up the life he was leading

- it didn't take long for you to pack a suitcase to fly home to your parents/friends, you knew you were welcome at any time

- but on the way to the airport you came into a military checkpoint

- but it was not a normal check in which the military took unnecessary money out of your pocket for any violations, no,  they were looking for you

- they had got the order from the las Almas cartel, which you did not know of course

- because your last conversation was intercepted, they were able to find out your name from your voice and therefore knew who you were and above all they knew where you were.

- Alejandro found out only a few hours later, he had called you again and again, but since you had left your cell phone at home, he had no reason to worry.

- he thought that you were just mad and that you were going to give him the silent treatment, something you had never done before, but he had been in many relationships before where his partner reacted like that after a fight.

- however he wanted to discuss the problem in person, he knew you were hurt and he wanted to make it up to you somehow

- but when he got home there was no trace of you, your cell phone was there, but your car and suitcase were missing along with about four thousand dollars you had put aside in case of emergency

- he immediately informed Rudy and gave him your license plate number so that they could trace your location

- but there weren't exactly a lot of surveillance cameras in las Almas.

- but your license plate was caught by one of them and you seemed to be on your way to the airport, so he went on his way as well

- but your car suddenly disappeared and didn't show up again on the next camera like it had should

- he found your car but without you

- your car was in a ditch and it looked like you were deliberately pushed off the road

- he knew the moment he saw your car that you had fallen victim to the cartel

- the first few minutes after he found your car he called Rudy who called the rest of his team

- He knew he had to find you quickly

- He tried to contain his fear, but it didn't work.

- On the way back to the base his hands were shaking so badly that he could barely control his vehicle.

- he could feel his heart beating in his chest and hear the blood rushing in his ears

- when he arrived at the base all color was gone from his face

- he was so incredibly afraid for you, so much so that he had to throw up again and again

- while his body was rebelling against him, his emotions were boiling up, he was aggressive and tearful at the same time

- he tried everything to find out where you were

- after hours of searching, your captors came forward to present their trophy, you, to him.

- They knew how to use leverage to get what they wanted.

- but Alejandro still had a favor left with Laswell, so it didn't take long to get you to safety.

- but in the hours when your fate was uncertain, in the hours when he didn't know if he would ever see you alive again, a small part of him died

- he regretted every second of arguing with you, but not visiting often enough, because in the end it had caused to happen what he had tried to protect you from

- he was the reason for your abduction, for every hair that was cut in those hours

- he and his men stormed the building where you were being held and the moment he could wrap his arms around you, smell your scent and feel the warmth of your body was the moment he realized that moving away from you to protect you was not protecting you but separating you from each other

- that he was the reason

- from that day on, there was not another day that you could not see him

- he was always with you and from that moment on you were the safest you have ever been

- as safe as you have never been before

- the kidnapping was the best thing that could have happened to you and him

Rudy:

(Short info, I know the backstory would have fit well to Alejandro, but Rudy was the one who wasn't captured by Graves and his men and so I thought this could fit well to Rudy)

- you had heard that your husband was now working with people from the U.S. and the U.K. to fight the cartel and locate some  missiles

- you knew that this information was actually top secret and you weren't supposed to know anything about it, but your husband told you everything and you preferred him to talk about it than to keep it inside and  it being a burden to him

- you knew that the boys were coming back in the evening and it was important to you that they had enough to eat, of course you couldn't cook for over a hundred men by yourself but together with the help of Alejandro's partner, Rudy's mother and some other women and men you could cook enough food to feed them all

- so after you loaded all the food into the pickup you drove to the base

- What you didn't know was that the base had been taken over by the American, who imprisoned los vaqueros and plunged Las Almas into a bloodbath.

- Rudy had called so many times but the line was dead which you didn't notice because you only used your cell phone to listen to music and this was possible without line.

- since you all came outside of las Almas, you didn't notice anything   until you were stopped with the car at the entrance of the base, while your identity was checked by an American and after that you were not nicely brought  to Graves

- Graves of course immediately recognized the value you had as a hostage, after all he had the leader of the vaqueros and the partner of the second leader.

- He knew that if the worst came to the worst, you would be his life insurance.

- Rudy, meanwhile, was getting more and more panicky by the second, and instead of going straight to the safehouse, he drove to your house.

- he knew that if you were not at home, you had probably gone to the base

- he was not panic, no you could not describe his feelings like that

- he was incredibly calm on the way to the safehouse, he didn't know if Ghost and Soap were alive, he knew you were probably in Graves' captivity and he didn't know if Alejandro was alive.

- Every person he trusted was either gone or in captivity and he had to keep a clear head right now.

- but it just didn't work, he couldn't cry and  he didn't shake either.

- he was paralyzed and his head worked like in energy saving mode

- until the moment when Alejandro was with him again.

- that was the moment when he broke down, sobbed, poured out his heart to Alejandro and let him know how unbelievably scared he was for you

- that he would never forgive himself if something happened to you, that it was all his fault, and much more.

- from that point on he couldn't stop shaking, sobbing and hyperventilating

- he knew Graves would use you as leverage if a situation arose where he was in danger of losing his life, which only worried Rudy more

- He knew he would lay down his life for you if it came to that.

- yet when Graves tried to escape with you, you managed to get away from him and escape while the Ghost Team stormed the base

- you broke your arm and sustained wounds that would later become scars

- every single scar from that day reminds Rudy that he failed as your husband

- but it was the only time in your life with him that you were in danger, because after that he made sure that it would never happen again and you were safe

- he never forgot the feelings he had while you were in danger and that's why he taught you all kinds of defenses and how to handle a gun

Price :

- in a job like your husband's, there were unplanned incidents more often than you would have liked

- sometimes he didn't come home for months, sometimes he was only home for a few days before he was needed somewhere in the world so the world wouldn't end

- it was hard for your relationship and it ruined all plans for vacations or just to be together every time again and again

- and it was one of those days again, he had just come home from a mission, hadn't even had the chance to unpack his stuff and was needed again immediately

- it was useless to ask him to stay with you, so you let him go again after you had said your goodbyes

- he had promised you to take vacation, that this time nothing would come between your trip, the trip you had planned and looked forward to for so long

- this trip was supposed to replace your honeymoon because you couldn't take it after your wedding because of his job

- but the trip was booked, all paid for and you had taken the time off

- you had done your research and could only move the trip somewhere else and not cancel it without losing all your money or reschedule the time for the trip

- you knew he would not be back in time, so you told your best friend to pack her bags so that the two of you could go on vacation instead of you and Price

- together with your best friend you decided to change your trip to another country, both of you going to Cairo Egypt

- your best friend always had something to do with pyramids and the ancient egyptians and you also found them quite interesting

- but you were more interested in today's culture

- of course you told your husband beforehand to ask him for permission

- he agreed that you should go with your girlfriend, but he was worried about the choice of country you had made

- but you told him that Egypt is a relatively safe country and nothing would happen to you

- he had a bad feeling though and asked you to move the trip somewhere else, which you refused to do

- your best friend knew the country, culture and language better than anyone, you knew you were safe with her and that he was overreacting.

- however, this led to an argument, he insisted that you move the trip elsewhere and you vehemently refused

- he wanted to continue arguing with you but your argument was interrupted by Soap who told Price there was an emergency

- you could hear him sending Soap away again and this time telling you rather rudely not to make the trip

- that was the last thing you heard before the connection was lost and you were sure he had hung up on you

- you didn't know that the connection was lost do to the emergency which was an attack

- during the argument you thought about giving in, trusting his feeling but after he yelled at you you didn't want to give in out of pure pettiness and went on the trip with your best friend

- the first days were wonderful, the hotel you lived in was fortunately well air conditioned as you could hardly stand the stinging heat, the people were nice and the food was delicious

- Price didn't contact you during the days and while part of you was worried about your husband, you knew that if you didn't hear from Laswell he was in good health and just wouldn't talk to you, and you, definitely wouldn't give in and talk first!

- he knew you were fine, at least you thought he did, since you were in constant contact with Laswell and her wife.

- they were as much a part of Price and his family as you, Soap, Ghost, gaz and his pets. It was an all or nothing deal

- with Laswell's wife you were also in contact every day, sending her pictures from your vacation, what you were doing and the great food.

- but all good things come to an end, in your case it was "wrong time, wrong place".

- your best friend and you got lost

- How did you know? There were no other tourists around, not a single one.

- you knew instinctively that you had to find a way back very quickly, but it was already too late and you ran into a group of criminals

- you recognized the mark they wore on their bodies, t your husband had told you about the group but they were supposed to be in Russia, not here!

- he had already dealt with the people several times, each time it ended in a bloodbath on both sides

- so you grabbed your best friend by the arm, dragged her through the winding streets while dialing Price's number, which only went to voicemail, you called Laswell, but she didn't answer her cell phone either, so the last thing you wanted to do was call Laswell's wife, but it was too late and you were trapped

- the last thing you felt was a strong hit on your head before everything went black

- It was Laswell's wife who noticed your absence.

- You hadn't sent her any pictures or texts for four days, which was unusual for you.

- she asked Laswell if she knew anything about you, to which she only responded that you had called her four days ago but had not contacted her again

- Laswell didn't think anything of it, she thought that you had probably called her unintentionally, but with the information that you hadn't given any sign of life for four days was something that worried her.

- even more when Price also contacted her saying that he couldn't reach you in days after you called him.

- she tried to track your cell phone, but it was either off or the battery was dead

- the last trace showed that you hadn't moved from one spot in two days before your phone died

- she knew something was wrong, so she immediately alerted Price while sending one of her men stationed in Cairo to your last location

- When Price learned that you had not ignored him but had disappeared, he panicked.

- he knew the mission he was on was important and that his presence probably made the difference between defeat and victory, yet you were gone, in a foreign country after he asked you to go there

- he let another captain replace him, he knew his boys together with him would accomplish the mission and immediately set off to Cairo

- but he knew that he was not allowed to be there officially, so he entered as a normal human being

- he looked calm to everyone else, but if you were there you would immediately see how incredibly upset he was

- you were the only person who could see behind his facade

- he was unbelievably afraid for you, he couldn't drink, nor eat, everything he tried to get into him came up again faster than he had forced it down his throat

- he couldn't even enjoy his beloved cigars anymore, just the thought of smoking one made him throw up

- days went by, days he didn't sleep, days he didn't eat, days he drank almost nothing but scotch

- deep circles had formed under his eyes and the worry about you made him very angry

- after almost a week Ghost, Gaz and Soap also came to Cairo to support their captain who was more a ghost of his former self

- it took another two days but then they found you, it had been a total of two weeks since your abduction and you were starting to give up

- they didn't do anything to you after they found out who you were

- one of the men had recognized Price's face on your background and from there on it was easy for them

- they were also recently in contact with Price, negotiating the price for you and your best friend, but you didn't know that

- threatened to do something to you that would only make Price angrier.

- but Laswell was able to use it to get a location on you.

- it was a night in fog action in which they asked Price not to participate because those 10 days of living on nothing but alcohol and pure caffeine had weakened him considerably

- but he insisted.

- he had never been so nervous on a mission as he was on this one, he could hear his heart beating in his chest while his blood was literally boiling

- he didn't know if you were still alive, he didn't know what they had done to you, he knew nothing and couldn't control the situation, he couldn't prepare himself for what he might see.

- the operation was quick, the kidnappers didn't expect to be found out.

- 141 and several other soldiers searched the house and when Price found a locked door, after having shot a man with a gun only a few feet away, he opened it and through the sparse light recognized a person lying on the floor only a few feet away from him, he could also see that there was a pool of blood around them.

- his heart stopped at that moment, he didn't want to get closer to see who this person was, he didn't want to know if it was you... it just couldn't be you!

- he stepped like in slow motion towards the person lying on the floor, his whole body was shaking and he could feel the feeling of throwing up

- at the moment when he knelt down to turn the person and to catch a look into their face, he received an extremely strong hit on the head which made him see black for a fraction of a moment

- but his body reacted out of reflex, he turned and skillfully pressed the person who had attacked him to the ground and squeezed their throat.

- when he regained his sight he realized who he was choking and also the person who had attacked him realized who he was

- his eyes filled with tears while he let go of you and kissed you

-despite the sparse light he could see that you had been beaten, that you were hurt but you were alive

- a wave of relief came over him and you as you both began to sob

- he was relieved that you were alive and you were relieved to see him, that he had come and that this hell had now ended

- you were too weak to walk on your own when the relief came over your body, two weeks without food and only little water in an extreme heat had left its mark, not to mention the psychological stress and the wound on your shoulder

- your best friend had not survived, you both had been shot at, but only she had been killed while you were only wounded

- you pretended to be dead as well, and because of the panic they had, they didn't realize that you were still alive.

- you didn't know if the men would come back, but you knew you had to escape at the next opportunity

- not a day went by from then on that you didn't listen to him and for him not a day went by that he didn't regret yelling at you

- he thought he was to blame, while you also thought you were to blame for everything

- but basically it was just "in the wrong place, at the wrong time..."

Gaz:

(Im going to take gaz first appearance in MW2019 as my "guide")

-you and your boyfriend gaz live just outside London, you had moved in with him and left your old life behind you

- you had met Gaz by chance, or rather it was an accident

- you accidentally drove into his car when you were on vacation in London, you were wearing the worst outfit you could imagine and he, well he looked great.

- you were extremely uncomfortable and to this day he made a bit of fun of it, even though he was to blame for the accident

- you two got on well from day one though and friendship turned into love and now you were here in London

- gaz had been tense for a long time, but he was not allowed to tell you what was going on

- but you could imagine what it was and of course you tried to give your boyfriend some kind of comfort

- it was your day off, which calmed gaz down because he knew you wouldn't be near where his assignment was

- he couldn't tell you about it, so he kept quiet about it.

- but shortly after he left for work you got a call from your boss, she told you that one of your colleagues had dropped out and they needed you

- since you got along very well with your boss and the store became like a second family you of course agreed and left immediately

- you knew you would be there just before the shift started and since the shift would start at six pm anyway you thought you would write to your boyfriend just before you got there

- so you texted him at 5:50 pm (1750military time) that you would be home around 10 pm because you had to work spontaneously and would bring take away from your favorite restaurant

- gaz got the message while he was sitting in the car, he knew he wasn't supposed to look but usually you only wrote when something was going on or you wanted to know something

- when he read the message that you were at work, in the area where he now had a job, he completely freaked out, called you but you had your cell phone on silent and since the store was so busy you didn't even notice he was calling

- after that everything went wrong, there was so much shooting, people blew themselves up and so many injured and dead within a few minutes

- and this bloodbath led to the very store where you work.

- the feeling of throwing up was getting stronger by every minute and he started shaking without wanting to, he didn't know how you were and if you could get out in time

- when a man named Captain Price appeared, he followed him while he tried to calm down

- there were many people tied up between a man with a bomb vest which exploded only a few seconds after he and captain price arrived

- as gaz helped Price free the people he recognized one of your colleagues, he immediately asked her where you were, if you had escaped, but she tearfully told him that they had taken you.

- That was the moment when his heart stopped.

- you had been captured...

- at the moment when price and he and the hostages left the building, a live broadcast of the assassins was shown on the big advertising boards

- with you in their midst, wearing a bomb vest, at an unknown location.

- He immediately told Price that you were his partner, that he would do anything to free you and so much more.

- he could barely think straight, his heart ached while his stomach churned and he felt dizzy.

- it took them an hour to get your location

- an hour in which he threw up countless times and still tried to be strong for you

- he stormed the building with Price and his own team, killing anyone who got in his way while calling your name before finally finding you

- but the countdown ticked on and on

- when gaz finally got to you he tried to be as strong as he could but it tore his heart out to see your eyes filled with tears

- he knew how scared you were

- There were only a few minutes left before the vest would explode and Price told him to go, the experts said there was no chance and that the vest was too complicated to disarm in time.

- Price knew from the little time he knew gaz now that he would not leave you alone, wished him good luck and they both left the area as quickly as they could while

- it was only a minute before the vest would explode.

- he cursed himself for not being there while you tried to calm him down

- A second before the vest exploded, he grabbed all the wires in sight while pressing his lips onto yours, only to rip off all the wires in one go.

- and instead of you exploding nothing happened

- gaz had somehow managed to disarm the vest

- it was the moment when he started crying with relief, just like you did

- from that day on he made sure nothing like that would ever happen to you again

- he made enough after he joined 141 for you to stay home.

- but he supported you when you started an online business so he didn't have to be the bread winner

- but now you were safe, safe from all evil, safe from enemies, safe from anything that would harm you

Graves

- being in a relationship with graves was not always easy

- you two could not see each other often and for a long time, something that was difficult for both of you

- phillip, who was so much more gentle and loving in private than he was on the job, was incredibly homesick and lovesick for you

- it was just hard for him to be away from you for a long time, so he tried his best to somehow bridge the distances between you without putting you in danger

- he talked to you on the phone as often as he could, always had a picture of you with him in which your face was hidden but which he would often look at when he missed you too much

- it was a picture of the two of you lying in a hospital bed, your face buried against his neck while he had an arm around your torso

- his mother had taken the picture when she visited her son in the hospital after he was badly injured in battle

- during the weeks he was in the hospital you lived there as well and when he was finally able to go home you took care of him even though he assured you he was fine

- the picture showed him so much, it showed him that he had someone worth fighting for, worth coming home for, worth living for.

- he knew that with you he had found the partner for life and you both would go through thick and thin until the end

- the two of you were enjoying a bath together when the call from Shepard came forcing him to leave immediately

- your heart ached as your husband had just come home and already he had to leave again

- he didn't want to go either, but he knew he couldn't refuse an assignment and left after you said your goodbyes

- only a few days after your husband left you got a call from your best friend who lived in las Almas and was very pregnant

- since you had promised to be with her when she had her baby, you quickly packed the things that seemed important to you, the copy of the picture that Phillip was carrying with him

- las Almas was only a few hours away from the farm where you lived with Graves and more or less his family

- since your in-laws lived only three minutes away by car and it was on your way anyway, you personally told them that you were going to las Almas to assist your best friend in the birth of her first child

- on the way you wanted to tell phillip, but from then on something kept coming up and before you knew it you were already in las Almas

- your best friend her parents were actually from las Almas but moved to the USA before your best friend was born to give their daughter a better life there

- but apart from her parents all her relatives were in las Almas so after she met her boyfriend who was a policeman in las Almas she went back home without her parents

- her parents begged her not to go, but your best friend was much too stubborn to listen to them

- you were warmly welcomed by her new family and the birth went quite easily, both of you joking around while she almost broke your and her boyfriend's hand

- but the birth of the child went quite well and fast and you were able to go back to her house around late noon

- you helped your best friend with her baby while the others celebrated the birth of the child

- but in the evening the mood changed, it started storming

- the city became louder, at the beginning your friend joked that many babies must have been born today, but the sounds that had sounded positive before became screams and the sound of gunshots echoed from the houses

- not even half an hour passed, when armed and masked soldiers stormed the building in which you were located

- you reacted instinctively, grabbed the hand of your friend who had her baby in her arms and pulled her down from the sofa and towards the second exit

- you could hear screams behind you, then gunshots which silenced the screams

- but your friend collapsed after only a few houses, she was too weak to run as she got shot leaving the house

- she gave you her baby, told you to get her baby to safety before she sent you away

- the last thing you could hear was a gunshot and a dull sound, the sound of her body hitting the ground

- While you were on the run, Graves wondered why you didn't answer him.

- he called you several times, because normally you had texted him at least five times by now, but you didn't answer the phone

- you tried your best to get through the streets unnoticed, but the baby woke up after a shot was fired at close range

- you tried everything to silence the baby in your arms, but it was already too late and the masked men pulled you out of your hiding place, almost threw you to the ground and you barely managed to support the baby and yourself

- but you recognized the uniform of the men when you were forced next to the Mexican policemen

- they were your husband's men!

- you tried to explain to them who you were, that you wanted to talk to Phillip but one of the men just kicked you in the face

- everything went black and you lost consciousness for a few seconds

- when you woke up they had already killed the men next to you and you were also holding the gun to your head while you begged them to inform Phillip Graves, your husband

- you heard a gunshot, then another and a third and the sound of three bodies falling to the floor

- Your vision was blurry, but you recognized the man in front of you, it was Ghost. You had seen him before, years ago, when Graves talked to you on video.

- a few minutes later Graves was standing in front of his killed men, but something next to the killed policemen caught his eye

- he grabbed the something that was already full of blood and looked with pure panic at what he had just picked up

- it was the picture of him and you, but it couldn't be! The picture was still in his pocket so how...?

- pure panic flowed through his body as he reached for his phone and called you again, praying to God that you would answer the phone and he would hear your voice

- but you did not answer

- his heart stopped for a moment when he called his parents and they told him you were in las Almas, the town where he had made a bloodbath on Shephard's orders

- where his men killed everyone who got in their way.

- he then disobeyed the general's order, told his shadows not to kill anyone and to look for you before giving them a description of you

- but he didn't calm down, even though the danger of you being killed by a shadow was now zero, Ghost who knew what you looked like was running around, not to mention the men and women of the Cartel

- while they were looking everywhere for you, you went with the injured Soap, Ghost and the baby to the safehouse of a guy named Alejandro.

- Ghost and Soap told you that you were now a prisoner of theirs, since Graves had betrayed them, but you didn't care.

- You had barely survived and probably would have died without Ghost's help.

- but you also didn't want to accept what your husband had done, but you had seen it with your own eyes and couldn't deny it.

- The men who held you captive were nice considering who you were or rather who your husband was

- You begged the man named Captain Price not to kill your husband, that there had to be another way and you would do anything to keep them from harming him.

- Graves found out they had you just minutes after Price called Shepherd.

- that was the moment Graves broke completely, on the one hand he couldn't and shouldn't refuse the orders, on the other hand they had you in their grasp

- It killed him, drove him crazy knowing you were in danger.

- Price brought you into the field and Graves could see you through his scope, Price gave him an ultimatum, Graves would surrender voluntarily with his shadows and you would live if not, you would die.

- but when you collapsed next to Price after a bullet pierced you, Price fled and Graves reloaded.

- he knew there was no turning back as he looked at your body lying virtually lifeless on the sandy ground with blood pouring out of it

- you woke up later in a hospital, the bullet had hit you but not killed you, just knocked you out.

- you later learned that Graves had not surrendered, died in an explosion, and within twenty-four hours you had lost your husband and best friend

- the baby your friend had entrusted to you was taken to her still living grandparents and Phillip's parents visited you every day in the hospital

- you felt alone nonetheless, you had put your wedding ring on the side table and most of the time you were just lying around

- after one week in the hospital you discharged against the advice of your doctors

- the first night back in your home two arms wrapped around your body and the familiar smell of a certain person rose in your nose while you tried to enjoy your hot shower

- it was his raspy voice that sent a shiver down your spine

- he would make sure that no one would ever lay a hand on you again and he would stand up for his mistakes, at least to you.

- it was on you to choose between stay or go

Valeria

- being in a relationship with Valeria was everything but easy

- she gave you everything you wanted, but there was one thing she couldn't give you and that was your freedom

- she kept you behind closed bars and you lived in a golden cage, but living isolated and not being able to leave the house gnawed at your mental health

- the fact that sometimes she would just disappear for weeks and then reappear didn't make the situation any better

- you could see Almas from the villa you were living in and despite begging her to go with you to the village  over and over again she never allowed it

- but you had enough of it, she always left you behind and after years of isolation you couldn't take it anymore, you finally wanted to see something different!

- there was a "party", most of the people were wearing masks and after you grabbed a mask as well as some clothes of the servants you left the building together with some servants who had a shift change

- you didn't want to leave her, you just wanted to see something different for once

- but Valeria was on Alejandro's radar since she was captured years ago and they found out that you were her partner.

- you walked happily through the streets, oblivious to the men and women following you.

- however, it wasn't long before you reached a corner where they chloroformed you and took you to a van

- Valeria, meanwhile, did not notice that you had disappeared until after her  conversation with some other evil men, because you were neither at the pool, nor in your room, nor anywhere else in the villa.

- Panic coursed through every vein of her body as she yelled at her men to find out where you were.

- when she checked the security cameras and saw you undressing and throwing yourself into the servants' clothes to leave the mansion unseen, the panic was joined by pure rage

- she immediately unleashed her men to search for you while she thought of how she would punish you for what you had done

- she was informed about an hour after she realized you had disappeared that the dogs had lost track of you and that you had probably been abducted

- she knew instantly who you had been kidnapped by

- the anger she felt towards you turned into pure fear, she knew what Alejandro and Rudy were capable of

- but she was from the cartel that ruled the city and she also had her contacts in Alejandro's elite squad.

- she knew a direct attack would end in a bloodbath, but she knew if she waited too long and Alejandro tried to get information out of you, she could never forgive herself for that

- she knew what a monster Alejandro was, she knew what he would do to get information that you didn't have, but she also knew that he wouldn't believe you.

- At the end of the day, he was as brutal  as she was.

- the longer you were under Alejandro's control, the stronger her hatred, her rage, and the more dangerous she became.

- she was there in person when she tried to save you, it was her job as your partner to save you.

- the way in was easier than expected, although it ended in a bloodbath on both sides

- but the moment she saw you again, the moment she knew you were now as good as safe, her feelings cooled down

- she had learned from her mistake to lock you up and keep taking you to new places, outside of Mexico, so at least you could see the world and she could make sure you would never be kidnapped again and that you were happy

- but also you had learned never to run away again, her punishment was anything but funny and yet so much more gentle than like all the others. Thankfully

König

- you were visiting a friend while your husband was away somewhere in the world doing his mission

- you hadn't heard from him for days, which was usual but you were worried, but you knew if you didn't hear from him it meant he was alive and well

- it was the idea of one of your friends you were visiting to go to a party of someone she knew

- you texted your husband of course, informing him that you were going to a party and write him as soon as you were on your way back.

- it was a really great party, the music was great, the appetizers which were offered were delicious and all in all it was a great night

- but only until you saw a familiar face, it was one of the guys your husband had been chasing and this one was supposed to be dead

- you knew it was a dangerous mafia boss from the documents of which you were not allowed to know anything

- but you knew you couldn't let your panic show

- you went to your friends, told them you were not feeling well and you would like to leave

- but they insisted that you stay and just rest, since after all their friend was throwing the party

- a bitter taste spreads in your mouth when said host came to you, asked if everything was fine and your friends said that you were not fine

- without you wanting it the host and mafia boss then took you to a quieter room where he tried to make a pass at you

- but before it could come to more he was interrupted by a smoke gas

- everything went fast, you got something taped to your mouth before a bag was pulled over your head and you were tied up

- you didn't know how much time had passed, you didn't know where you were what would happen to you now, the only thing you knew was that you were in danger

- König meanwhile waited for your message while he drove with his colleagues and the prisoners to a safe house

- but your message didn't come, you didn't answer his calls either and your cell phone was off

- he knew you wouldn't cheat on him, he also knew you always kept your promises and yet you were gone

- he could clearly feel the coming panic attack, whereupon he started to take his weapons apart and put it together again to distract himself somehow

- in his head all the scenarios were playing out, from you being bottled up, lying unconscious somewhere, being kidnapped, every scenario you could think of was playing out in his head

- hours went by, he didn't have the numbers of your friends and he had no other way to contact you

- the car you were in stopped at some point and you could feel someone grab you roughly, pull you to your feet and take you somewhere.

- you could only hear what was happening around you, fear flowed through you and you prayed that your husband had already found out that you had been kidnapped

- you were forced to the cold floor, sitting on your knees while you listened to the mafia guy being asked the same questions over and over again, you could hear blows and groans of pain from him.

- you could hear them breaking his bones, knocking out his teeth and smelling burned skin

- after a while one of the men seemed to have had enough and you could feel the barrel of a gun against your head

- it was the moment he raised his voice and threatened the mafia guy to kill you if he didn't finally speak up that you started to fight back

- it wasn't the threat to kill you, no, it was the voice you recognized

- only a few seconds after you tried to stand up your husband kicked you in the ribs

- but it also loosened the tape on your mouth, so you immediately called out his name

- the look on your face when the sack was pulled off your head and you looked into your husband's masked face, you couldn't help but weep

- you were almost abused, then kidnapped and your husband broke your ribs without knowing it

- you knew after that day you had many friends less and enough partying for the rest of your life

- and he, he felt guilty for that day for the rest of his life. Great success

Gromsko:

- it had its advantages to live somewhere in the countryside in Poland

- there were not many neighbors, those who did lived quite a distance away and otherwise it was quiet and of course safe

- your husband had many enemies, many very powerful enemies, which is why he hid you somewhere in the countryside

- you both had daily contact, be it only a sms but he wanted to make sure you were ok

- but everything peaceful had an end

- They had found out where Gromsko lived, but they did not know that he was married.

- so it was a surprise for the assassins who were after Gromsko to find you instead of him

- they knew that they could use you as a bait to get to Gromsko and he quickly realized that something was wrong, precisely because you did not answer him anymore

- he sent a friend to you, who informed him that you had probably been kidnapped

- the kidnappers were not the smartest, you quickly realized

- while Gromsko together with some old friends tracked you down, you made life difficult for your kidnappers and annoyed the hell out of em to get a waterbottle

- Gromsko, who was usually calm in person, was agitated and everyone could feel how dangerous he was becoming with each passing minute.

- he was worried about you, panic was an understatement and the hatred he felt for your kidnappers was boundless

- but also self-hatred, after all you had come into this situation because of him

- when he found out where you were being held he set out with some of his old colleagues to rescue you

- everything happened quite fast, the kidnappers did not expect that they would be found

- Gromsko was looking for you when he entered a room which looked like a cell

- you were already waiting for someone to come into your cell, and you hit the person on the head with the glass bottle you had been given

- the person you headbutted, however, grabbed you and pushed you against the nearest wall, while squeezing your throat

- you noticed who it was at the same time and he did, and he immediately let go of you, apologized for hurting you and teased you for hitting him with a bottle

- you moved to the city and got a dog to defend you when he was at work

- he never let you out of sight again, not that you knew, everyone had it’s little secrets after all

Laswell

- your wife was not always easy, especially her paranoia was not and it was a reason for many fights between you

- you knew the USA was not the safest country in the world, but you lived in a good area, hardly any crime and a nice neighborhood

- but for her no place was safe enough and she insisted that you carry a small device that would notify her if you were in big trouble

- you thought it was over the top but what wouldn't you do to make your wife happy

- and besides, she was really scary when she was angry.

- you had something to do at the bank and Kate asked you if she should come with you on her day off but you refused, after all you wanted to go shopping and get something special for her afterwards

- you were at the counter of the bank when armed men stormed the bank and you instinctively reached for the small device and pressed it

- when Kate was informed by phone that you had pressed the panic button, she didn't hesitate for a second to see where you were.

- almost at the same time the sports show she was watching changed to a news bulletin that the bank you were in was being robbed and was now being held hostage

- she didn't want to let it show as she called her friends at the CIA, but no one had ever seen her like this before

- 141 who were also nearby due to a mission, were also informed by her

- while she seemed to everyone to be in a bad mood and aggressive, Price could see the incredible amount of fear in her eyes

- he knew she would not admit it, but as it took longer and longer to get an overview of the situation she began to tremble more and more

- this only stopped when Price along with his team and a few others killed the men and got you safe and sound to your wife

- I guess it wasn't such a bad thing to have a paranoid wife after all.

[thezombieprostitute]

Zombie, what would you do if you were stuck in a room with Ransom for 24 hours?

That entirely depends: do we know we're being let out after 24 hours?

If so, we'd probably do our best to ignore each other the whole time. Just stay in our respective corners and barely acknowledge each other.

But if we don't know? Hmm....

Warnings: Claustrophobic setting, Ransom being an asshole

Word Count: ~1.1k

The elevator lurches, making you and the only other passenger stumble. The lights flicker and you feel a lump in your throat, scared about what the flickering indicates. You know it's almost impossible to actually be killed in an elevator malfunction, but that lizard part of your brain won't listen.

"What the fuck is this?" The other passenger is quick to steady himself.

"Elevator trouble," you can't help but blurt out.

"Well thanks for stating the obvious!" He glares at you as he pulls out his cell phone. "Gotta call the fucking fire department. Gonna be fucking late to my appointment. Trapped in here with an idiot."

"Emergency phone," you quietly say while pointing to the standard, big, red 'Emergency' button.

He huffs as he puts his phone away and presses the button. He snipes at the operator for several minutes before finally giving in and admitting defeat. It's gonna be hours before help arrives.

You set down your cardigan and sit. Checking your phone you see that the signal is weak. Thankfully you've got some books downloaded.

The other passenger, however, starts pacing and seems to be working himself up more and more. You're not trying to listen in but he's not being very quiet. You just stick to your improvised seat and try to read.

Eventually the man practically flops onto the elevator floor. He looks at you, "so what's your deal?"

Startled out your reading you shake your head, "what?"

He sighs, "I said, what's. Your. Deal."

"Just, just trying to get to work."

"Let me guess, accountant? You're definitely too big to be a secretary. You don't dress poorly enough to be an IT person. But you're definitely boring enough to be a numbers person."

You raise an eyebrow, "you must be one of Mr. Barber's clients. He tends to represent rich assholes."

The man laughs at that, "you'd be right! So you work for Barber?"

"Paralegal for Mr. Barber, yes."

"Hugh Drysdale," he tells you.

You wrinkle your brow in confusion, "I know there's a Ransom Drysdale on the schedule. I guess I was right that it's a fake name."

"No," he chides. "Ransom is my middle name and it's what I usually go by. Except for the help." He gestures to you at the last word. "The help calls me Hugh, my first name."

You bite back a retort. He's one of your boss's clients. You have to at least pretend to be nice.

"How about you share some of your food? I missed breakfast and could use something to settle my stomach." You give him another confused look and he rolls his eyes. "You're on your way to work. Even if you didn't pack your own lunch, a girl your size definitely has food in her purse or something."

"I was running late and didn't have time to pack anything," you tell him. "I figured I could get a few things from the vending machine."

"You've gotta be shitting me," he whines. "Well, you're no good to me. Might as well go back to your book."

You nod and go back to reading. You've barely finished a paragraph when Drysdale starts talking to you again.

"What kind of crap are you reading, anyways?" You tell him the title and author and he scoffs. "Seriously, why the hell would you read that crap?"

"Because it's more entertaining than this conversation," you calmly tell him, trying to read.

"I call bullshit." He proceeds to go on a tangent about the decline of literary quality over the past decade. Sure, he makes a few good points, but you're really not interested in his better-than-you opinions.

Every time you try to go back to reading he starts talking again. It's like he can't handle not having attention and it's really grating on your nerves. Especially when he repeats his question about whether or not you have food. You really wish you did if only so it could occupy him for a minute or two.

But then you realize something. "Do you talk a lot when you're scared?"

He stops mid-sentence and glares. "What the hell makes you think I'm scared? I don't get scared!"

"So you're an attention whore? Because why else would you keep talking? It's either that you need the attention or that you're trying to keep yourself calm by talking about other things."

“Don't try to psychoanalyze me,” he scolds. “You don't get to tell me about me based on a few minutes.”

“It's been several hours by now,” you point out. “And you were trying to figure out 'my deal' based on my looks within the first few minutes.”

“Yes, but I'm the client, you're the help. I talk, you listen. I ask, you tell.”

“Aww, does baby need a nap?” You give him a fake pout. You're on your last nerve and this asshole isn't making it any better. He glares at you but you're not having it. “Listen, we're stuck here for who knows how long. Either we try to get along, or we ignore each other because being annoying won't help anyone.”

“We are getting along,” he counters. “Until you started being a bitch.”

“Since we've been trapped, you've made fun of my looks, my job, my reading interests and repeatedly told me my status is beneath you. How is that getting along?”

You see his angry arrogance drop for a moment when he says, “you were actually listening to me.” Before you can comment he shakes his head and the arrogance is back. “Look, I'm not having a good time, of course. Neither of us are, but I'm not scared and I'm NOT an attention whore.”

“Then you'll have no problem if I go back to reading.”

“Nope. You go ahead and I'll be quiet so you can have your precious reading time.”

“Thank you, Mr. Drysdale.”

You let yourself get back into your story. You're so enthralled you don't notice Drysdale's foot tapping incessantly. His nibbling at his fingers. His near constant glancing at the emergency phone.

“Okay, fine.” His voice cuts through and you stop your reading. “I'm...I'm scared. I know, statistically, chances of death or injury are very small. But I'm still...”

“Thank you for being honest,” you tell him. You put your phone in your pocket. “You mentioned that you arrived in a BMW? How do keep that car maintained? I imagine parts are difficult to come by.”

Drysdale perks up and starts talking a-mile-a-minute about the cost of his car but how and why it's worth all of it. The entire time he's talking, the tension in the elevator seems to lessen. You hope for rescue soon but at least being trapped is no longer a complete nightmare.

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @ronearoundblindly

[reliablejoukido]

Digimon LOST AU Headcanons part 2/? - Early Koushiro-centric stuff

Made for @izumikoushiroweek and also for my Digimon Lost AU! Headcanons under the cut

Koushiro Izumi:

Age: 25

Flight main section/beach camp

Koushiro is technical minded and analytical, and also deeply curious.

He has a hard time believing the Island contains real supernatural elements. He believes it’s digital, a realistic simulation/virtual reality like a holodeck from Star Trek. His beliefs are constantly being put to the test as he dedicates himself to studying the Island

From the moment they land on the island and Koushiro is alert, he searches desperately for his carry on luggage that contained his laptop. His smart watch screen shattered in the crash and doesn’t work. His phone seems to be somewhere in the wreckage or in the ocean

It seems no one has cell phone that will turn on or function in any capacity, which distresses Koushiro a great deal. He can’t even check to see if there’s cell service wherever they crashed. Statistically speaking since there are two dozen people here both alive and dead, shouldn’t someone’s phone work? He is still determined to get to his laptop in the off chance it functions

Koushiro watches as Jou and Taichi try to save people after the initial crash. He doesn’t know what he can do right now— he’s squeamish and definitely feeling the shock and trauma of surviving a plane crash. So he just continues looking for working tech. He does not find his laptop (at least for now) and is REALLY mad he didn’t bring his satellite phone on the flight

When they retrieve a radio transceiver from the cockpit, Koushiro goes on an expedition with Mimi and Jou to find a high enough area to get a signal. When they finally do get a signal, it’s a repeating distress call from someone who claims she’s been stranded on the Island for three years (this eventually turns out to be Meiko Mochizuki)

Flashback: For two years, Koushiro has been the CEO of a tech company in Tokyo that focuses on virtual reality. They have been making astounding breakthroughs since he started, and are almost ready to launch the next generation of virtual reality that can help people who are sick or bedridden. He wants to prove that even though he’s young and not very personable, he can be a good CEO and make a difference in the world through his technology.

Flashback: Through a mysterious informant, Koushiro learns that there is a handful of engineers in the company working behind his back to steal tech secrets and start a company of their own or possibly sell information. Koushiro is non-confrontational and doesn’t know what to do with this situation

Flashback: He learns that a few of these conniving employees are traveling to California to potentially make a deal with a US tech company to sell Koushiro’s company’s secrets. He takes time off work to follow them, but still doesn’t know what to do.

Flashback: Koushiro lands at LAX and plans to take a connecting flight to Silicon Valley. But his informant suddenly asks to meet him in person in Los Angeles. Koushiro feels like he’s being strung along on a potential wild goose chase at this point, but agrees to meet. The informant, who Koushiro doesn’t recognize, is a man named Haruhiko Takenouchi, who researches mythology, folklore, and anthropology. He believes Koushiro’s company can bring folklore creatures to life in the real world and can be used to study them. Koushiro is skeptical that his technology could bring to life something worth studying, as they can only input data they already have. They can’t “create life”, digital or otherwise. Mr. Takenouchi is insistent. He’s concerned the people trying to steal tech secrets from Koushiro are going to use it for the wrong reasons, and he wants to stop that. Koushiro… doesn’t know what to make of this. Mr. Takenouchi and Koushiro fail to track down the conniving employees, and it is suggested Koushiro return home to Tokyo from Los Angeles.

As the story on the Island progresses and they encounter monsters and strange occurrences, at first Koushiro believes this place is virtual reality, possibly his own company’s doing. That this place is inorganic and digital. As Koushiro learns more about the Island, he starts to doubt his theories. He wonders if Haruhiko Takenouchi sent him here on purpose to study the kind of tech that can create “life” without a data input. He becomes deeply entrenched in the lore of the Island. He wants to know why everyone was called here, why he was called here, and if there’s something they’re supposed to do. Koushiro wants to know what makes the Island tick— he wants to rip it apart at the seams.

He is sometimes at odds with those who are trying to get off the Island. At first he thinks the people aren’t real to begin with. But as it becomes apparent the people around him are very real, he starts to think they need to stay on the Island to accomplish something important.

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Sacrifices/BTR Book 2: a Jhea Fanfic

Chapter 14: for till college’..

The car slowly rolled up the driveway, the familiar house in sight. As the engine cut off, the tension in the vehicle felt thick. Jey was the first one to step out, followed by Rhea, Jeremiah, and the still-brooding Jeyce. The moment the door opened, Jeyce wasted no time darting toward the house, clearly eager to escape the current situation.

“Wait, little man,” Jey called out, his voice firm.

Jeyce halted mid-step, not even bothering to turn around at first. With a groan, he spun on his heel to face his father, the annoyance radiating from his expression once more.

“Cell phone,” Jey ordered.

Jeyce’s eyes widened in defiance. “No, Dad!” he protested, folding his arms over his chest.

Jey’s posture shifted, his tone steely. “You headbutted a kid. Cell phone. Now.”

Jeyce’s face flushed with frustration. “No!” he shouted again, his voice rising. The small rebellion in him clearly wasn’t finished yet.

Jey stepped closer, his voice lowering. “The more you say no, the longer you’re without it.”

A beat of silence passed, and Jeyce’s defiance crumbled. With a loud exhale, he reached into his pocket, pulling out the cell phone with exaggerated slowness, before tossing it into his dad’s hands. “Till when?” he muttered under his breath.

“You are grounded… for till college,” Jey replied, his voice stern but unwavering.

Jeyce froze, his eyes wide with shock. He repeated the words back to his dad in disbelief. “For till college!?”

Jey’s gaze didn’t waver as he matched his youngest son’s energy. “For till college!”

Jeyce let out an exasperated sound, turning on his heel and storming up the stairs. The door to his room slammed behind him, echoing through the house, signaling the end of the conversation—at least for now.

Inside the living room, Liv and Dom were lounging on the couch, but at the commotion, both of them had sat up, giving each other a puzzled look before their attention shifted to Jey and Rhea.

“Wait, he headbutted a kid?” Liv asked, raising an eyebrow.

Rhea sighed heavily, the frustration still fresh on her face. “I am not happy… but,” she paused, looking toward Jey for a moment, “I mean…” Her words trailed off, as if she was trying to find the right balance. “It’s better than hitting someone with a lunch box, right?”

Dom chuckled lightly, his grin mischievous. “At least he’s creative. We might as well get him signed to work with us.”

Jey rolled his eyes, running a hand over his face. “I love you all, but you guys are not helping.”

Rhea shot a look at Dom, who quickly fell silent, though the smirk never fully left his face. Jey flopped onto the couch, rubbing his temples as the weight of everything seemed to sink in.

“I just don’t get it. I mean, we’ve taught him better than this,” Jey muttered, his tone frustrated but tinged with exhaustion. “Why is it so hard for him to understand that sometimes you have to walk away?”

Liv and Dom exchanged a glance, then Liv shrugged slightly. “He’s a kid, Jey. They don’t always think before they act.”

Rhea sat beside him, her hand finding his. “It’s tough. But we’ll get through this. Jeyce will learn. He just has to understand the consequences, that’s all.”

Jey nodded, though his frustration wasn’t entirely gone. He leaned back against the couch, eyes staring off into the distance. “I just… I just don’t want him to make the same mistakes I did. I want better for him.”

Rhea squeezed his hand. “You’ve been a good dad, Jey. And he knows that. He’s just going through his own growing pains. Just like we did.”

Jey finally exhaled, looking down at their intertwined hands. “Yeah. You’re right. I just… don’t want him to think this is okay.” Jey turned off Jeyce’s phone and he shoved the phone into his pocket.

“Usually the act of being grounded does help.. it helped me.” Dom said.

“It didn’t help me..” Liv added.

“AGAIN. NOT HELPING!”

—

Jeyce sat back in his chair, a mix of irritation and curiosity swirling inside him. He had locked his door with an almost dramatic force, needing his space after everything that had gone down. He opened his laptop, tapping into the iMessage app, and quickly typed a message to Demi, trying to distract himself from the recent events.

Dad took away my phone, what a loser.

He hit send and waited, his fingers tapping nervously on the keyboard as he looked at the screen. Moments later, the reply came through.

You can’t go to the dance?

No, Jeyce quickly typed, frustration evident in the short message. I’m sorry, I had everything planned.

It’s okay, Demi responded, almost immediately. I heard what Bart said to you.

Jeyce frowned, leaning forward as he typed, Was he being truthful?

He waited anxiously for her reply, staring at the screen. The little typing bubbles popped up, then stopped, leaving him hanging in the tension of an unanswered question. His fingers hovered over the keyboard as he stared at the blinking cursor.

Demi, you there?

The typing bubbles appeared again, and this time, the response came quickly. Yeah.

So what happened? Have you dated that jerk?

Jeyce hit send, his heart racing as he waited for her to respond. He knew Demi could be secretive, and a part of him didn’t know if he really wanted to hear the answer. But he had to know.

Demi’s response was slower this time, and when it came, it stung. Yeah…

Jeyce frowned, not fully understanding. You dated an older guy?

Demi’s reply was more guarded, He’s in our grade, he just failed it so he is taking it again..

Jeyce’s eyebrows furrowed. So what does he mean by you being handsy?

The message was almost instantly followed by the three little dots indicating that Demi was typing, but after a few seconds, they disappeared. He stared at the screen, willing her to answer, but nothing came.

Demi?

His fingers tapped again. What happened?

The response was short and final. Ttyl..

Jeyce stared at the screen, his chest tight. The conversation had shifted in a direction he wasn’t prepared for, and now he was left with more questions than answers. He hated being kept in the dark, especially by Demi, someone he thought he could always talk to about everything.

He let out a frustrated sigh, slamming the laptop shut. What was going on? Why wasn’t she telling him the full story?

Feeling some type of curiosity, Jeyce trudged his way down the hallway, his mind racing after Demi’s abrupt exit from their conversation. Frustrated, he knocked on his older brother Jaciyah’s door.

“Come in,” Jaciyah called out, not looking up from his laptop.

Jeyce pushed the door open and flopped onto the bed. “I’ve got drama.”

Jaciyah smirked and finally glanced over. “Dude, you’re 12. What kind of drama could you possibly have?”

Jeyce sat up, his expression serious. “What does it mean when someone says a girl was being handsy with them?”

Jaciyah raised an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard. “Hands—wait, what? Why are you asking about that?”

Jeyce fidgeted. “Just tell me. What does it mean?”

Jaciyah shut his laptop and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “It usually means… they were doing stuff. Like adult stuff. Stuff you shouldn’t even be thinking about until you’re older. Like, way older.”

Jeyce’s eyes widened. “Oh man.”

Jaciyah leaned forward. “Okay, spill it. Why are you asking? Did someone say something about you and Demi?”

Jeyce shook his head quickly. “No, no! It’s not about us. Some jerk at school said Demi was handsy with him. I got mad, and we fought.”

Jaciyah’s expression darkened. “That’s why you’re grounded? Because of some punk spreading rumors?”

“Yeah,” Jeyce admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “But Demi wouldn’t tell me if it was true. She just said she didn’t want to talk about it.”

Jaciyah sighed, standing up and pacing the room. “Look, Jeyce. People talk a lot of crap, especially about girls. Half the time, it’s just to look cool in front of their friends. You can’t go around fighting everyone who says something stupid.”

“But what if he’s not lying?” Jeyce asked, his voice quiet. “What if something happened, and Demi’s upset?”

Jaciyah sat down next to him. “Then that’s her business, little man. If she wants to talk, she will. You’ve got to respect her space.”

Jeyce frowned. “I just don’t like people talking about her like that.”

Jaciyah nodded. “I get it. But fighting won’t fix it. The best thing you can do is be there for her. Let her know she’s safe with you.”

Jeyce sighed, leaning back on the bed. “Yeah. You’re right.”

Jaciyah grinned, giving Jeyce a playful shove. “Of course, I’m right. Now, stop worrying so much. You’re too young for this kind of stress.”

Jeyce laughed a little. “Thanks, Jaciyah.”

“Anytime,” Jaciyah said, pulling his little brother into a quick hug. “Now get out of here. I’ve got homework before I go to my shift.”

Jeyce stood up and left, feeling a little more at ease but still determined to be there for Demi, no matter what.

—

Later that night, Jey and Rhea laid side by side on one side of the couch, enjoying a rare moment of peace while Dom and Liv were lounging on the other side. The movie Twister played in the background, but Jey’s attention was elsewhere, his hand resting casually on Rhea’s. They were just getting comfortable when Jeyce, unbeknownst to anyone inside the house, was making his way out of his bedroom window.

With an impressive amount of stealth, Jeyce managed to dodge the security cameras and slip past Jeremiah and Jesse, who were patrolling the perimeter of the house. His heart was racing, but his determination to talk to Demi pushed him forward. He had to know what was really going on with her and the whole situation at school. Once he reached the familiar street post, he took a deep breath and walked toward Demi’s house.

He crept around the side of her house, noting that her light was on in the upstairs window. Perfect. He picked up a pebble from the ground and threw it at her window.

“Jeyce!” Demi’s voice hissed, startled but still quiet enough not to attract attention. She opened the window slightly, poking her head out. “What are you doing here?”

Jeyce shot her a look. “You’ve been ignoring my messages.”

Demi rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed. “Hurry up and get inside before my dad sees you!” She quickly shut the window, glancing down to make sure her dad hadn’t heard anything.

Jeyce looked over at the downstairs windows and saw Demi’s dad watching TV in the living room. He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the nearest branch and, with surprising agility, climbed the tree to her window. He pulled himself inside, breathing a little heavy from the effort.

Once inside, Jeyce turned to face Demi. “Why would you date that jerk?” he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and frustration. “You could do so much better.”

Demi exhaled dramatically, collapsing onto her bed. “Fine, fine,” she muttered. “You really want to know? We only dated for like a month. It wasn’t that serious. It’s just a stupid thing.”

Jeyce frowned. “My brother said people make up stuff about others when they’re trying to get underneath your skin. Demi, what did he mean by being ‘handsy’?”

Demi’s expression soured, her arms crossed over her chest. “Jeyce, me and him? All we ever did was make out. We didn’t go any further than that. I’m only 13! And I just turned 13!”

Jeyce’s eyes widened in surprise. “So, nothing serious?”

“Nothing serious,” Demi confirmed, though there was a slight edge to her voice. “People exaggerate things all the time. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Jeyce nodded slowly, absorbing her words. “Okay. I just… I didn’t want you to get hurt, you know? You’re important to me.”

Demi softened at his words, giving him a small smile. “I know, Jeyce. I appreciate it. But I’ve got this. Don’t worry about me.”

Jeyce let out a long sigh, feeling some of the weight lift off his shoulders. “Okay, good. I just wanted to make sure.”

Demi gave him a teasing look. “You know, you’re a little overprotective for someone who’s barely in middle school.”

“Hey, I’ve got a reputation to uphold,” Jeyce smirked.

Demi rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the grin creeping onto her face. “Alright, alright. Now, can you get out of here before my dad decides to check on me?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jeyce agreed, turning toward the window. “I’m going. Thanks for the talk boo.”

“I’ll message you later.” Demi said softly, watching him prepare to climb out. Jeyce stopped and he turned to look at Demi. “What—“ She started to say but Jeyce gave her a kiss, surpassing his peck that he first gave her on the lips. He pulled back and said, “I went on YouTube before I came here..” Demi blushed. “Like I said.. I’ll message you later.”

—

Meanwhile, after the movie, Jey and Rhea were sitting around the living room with Dom and Liv. The mood was easygoing and relaxed, with everyone sipping on their drinks. Rhea, as usual, stuck to her Sprite while the others enjoyed their beverages. Barry, Bella, and the cat Storm were lounging lazily on the rug, their soft breathing adding to the calm atmosphere. Kendrick Lamar’s Money Trees played softly in the background, adding a smooth vibe to the evening.

Rhea glanced at the group and asked, “So, when do you guys leave?”

Liv, who had been enjoying the evening, smiled and said, “We have a flight booked for Sunday. I can’t wait to get back in the ring. I feel so energized. Honestly, being here with you guys—especially with everything that went down—it ended on such a good note.”

Dominik added with a grin, “Yeah, I didn’t know Stamford could be so quiet and crazy at the same time.”

Jey chuckled, glancing at Rhea. “Well, you guys are always welcome to stay. Next time, we’ll be more than happy to pick you up from the airport.”

Liv’s eyes lit up, and she nudged Dom. “We actually got you something, Rhea.”

Rhea raised an eyebrow, curious. “Hmm? What’s this?”

“Dom, baby, go get it!” Liv said excitedly, her smile growing as she watched him.

Dominik shot her a playful look before getting up and heading upstairs. A moment later, he returned with a gift bag in his hand. Rhea’s curiosity piqued as she reached out to take it.

“What is it?” she asked, her fingers brushing against the soft material of the bag.

She pulled out the gift and froze when she saw what it was. It was a black picture frame, a photo of Rhea and Luna, nestled inside. Rhea’s fingers trembled as she traced the edges of the frame, her eyes locking on the image. On one side of the frame, there was a heartfelt quote about crossing the rainbow bridge, something that Rhea had never truly been able to process when Luna had passed.

She felt a lump form in her throat. Her breath caught in her chest as the tears began to fall, unbidden. The quote hit her harder than she expected. “Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.”

Jey immediately reached over, his hand settling gently on her shoulder. “Hey…” His voice was soft but steady, giving her the space to let her emotions out without pushing too much.

Rhea sniffled, her hand clutching the frame. “I… I didn’t expect this. Thank you, guys. I didn’t realize how much I still… feel it.” Her voice cracked as she spoke, her tears flowing freely now.

Liv and Dom exchanged a quiet look, but they didn’t say anything. They knew this was a moment for Rhea, and they had given her something that meant more than words could express.

Jey pulled her closer, rubbing her back soothingly. “Babe..” he whispered. “I know it’s hard.”

Rhea nodded, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “It’s just… Luna was my baby. I don’t know what I would’ve done without her… I still miss her so much.” Her voice was raw, but she tried to smile through the tears as she looked at Dom and Liv. “You guys… really didn’t have to, but I’m so glad you did.”

Dominik gave her a reassuring smile. “You’re family, Rhea. We’ve got your back.”

The room fell into a brief silence, everyone respecting the weight of the moment. Even Barry and Bella, who had been lazily sprawled out on the rug, seemed to sense the change in atmosphere, their eyes shifting toward Rhea as if in silent solidarity.

After a few moments, Rhea took a shaky breath, turning the frame in her hands. “I’m okay,” she said softly. “Really, I am. It’s just… it’s been a rough time, but… I’m thankful for you guys. For this. For everything.”

Jey smiled at her, his thumb brushing away the stray tear that had fallen down her cheek. “You don’t have to be okay all the time, Rhea. We’ve got you.”

—

“Ohh… fuck. Just… I just… fuck Jey…”

Jey lifted his head between Rhea’s legs, “Babe keep quiet.. we have company..” Rhea pushed Jey’s head back down and said, “No talking..” Rhea’s hand ran through his hair and held a grip as her fiancé explored her with his mouth, the other free hand gripping the silk blue sheets. Then it happened… a faint noise. Jey, lifting his head once more as he heard the same noise again. “What’s that?” he muttered, his voice low.

Rhea sighed, clearly unimpressed with more interruptions during their intimate time. “That’s your window of opportunity closing,” she said, teasing him with a smirk.

Jey chuckled but then sat up straighter, his expression shifting to seriousness. “Nah, babe, for real. I heard a thud.”

Rhea waved him off. “Probably just the dogs or the wind. But if you’re that worried, go check.”

Reluctantly, Jey got up and wiped his mouth, pulling on his basketball shorts and a t-shirt. He opened the bedroom door and stepped into the dimly lit hallway. The house was quiet, save for the faint sound of the TV downstairs. As he walked further down the hall, he froze when he heard a muffled sound coming from Jaciyah’s room.

His brows furrowed in suspicion. Quietly, he opened the door, and his eyes widened in disbelief. There, tangled under the covers, was Jaciyah—and the same girl who had picked him up for church not too long ago.

Jey’s jaw tightened in fury. “Jaciyah,” he said, his voice low and controlled, though the anger was clear. “Get dressed. And you, ma’am,” he said, pointing at the girl, “get out of my house now.”

The girl scrambled out of the bed, quickly gathering her belongings, her face flushed with embarrassment. She muttered a hasty apology and bolted out of the room without looking back.

Once she was gone, Jey turned his full attention to Jaciyah. “I’ve got enough on my plate dealing with Jeyce right now, but you?” Jey’s voice rose slightly. “I expected more from you, Jaciyah! What the hell were you thinking?”

Before Jaciyah could respond, Rhea appeared at the doorway, her arms crossed. “Who was that girl?” she asked, her tone sharp.

Jey shot her a look. “Babe, go back to the room.”

Rhea, however, wasn’t going anywhere. Her eyes darted from the bed to Jaciyah, who was sitting there shirtless, looking guilty as ever. She shook her head in disappointment. “Oh, Jaciyah. Not cool.”

Jey sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration. “We’ll talk about this in the morning,” he said firmly, giving Jaciyah one last glare before leaving the room.

As they walked back to their bedroom, Rhea muttered, “You’ve got your hands full with the boys.”

Jey groaned, shutting the door behind them. “Tell me about it. I’m about to lose my damn mind.”

—

February 14th, 2025 7:16AM

The next morning, Dom and Liv were outside with Jesse making their usual morning run. They chatted easily, but Jey’s mind was elsewhere as he stood in Jaciyah’s room, arms crossed, staring at his son, who wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“Look, Jaciyah,” Jey began, his voice firm but not yelling. “I get it. You’re almost 18. You’re doing online school, you’ve got a job, and I’m proud of you for that. I even let you use my car to get to work. But sneaking someone into my house? That’s crossing a line.”

Jaciyah finally looked up, his face tight with defiance and a little guilt. “She’s almost my girlfriend,” he mumbled.

“Almost?” Jey repeated incredulously. “What the hell does almost mean?”

Jaciyah shifted uncomfortably. “I met her that day I took Jeyce to the listening party. We just clicked. She’s been coming down from New Haven every weekend since, and I’ve been hanging out with her after my shifts at Pizza Hut.”

Jey sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Have you two…” He let the question hang, unsure if he wanted to hear the answer.

Jaciyah shook his head quickly. “No, we haven’t. But we were going to.”

Jey closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. “Son, listen to me. You don’t have to rush into that kind of thing. Trust me, once you go down that road, everything changes.”

Jaciyah’s eyes narrowed. “You’re one to talk.”

Jey chuckled bitterly. “Yeah, I know. I was stupid when I was your age, and I made a lot of mistakes. The point is, you don’t have to make the same ones.”

Jaciyah didn’t respond, his face a mix of teenage rebellion and reluctant understanding.

Jey let out another sigh, this time softer. “Look, I can’t exactly ground you. You’re too old for that now. But if you ever pull this stunt again, I’m telling your mom. No hesitation.”

Jaciyah finally nodded, albeit begrudgingly. “Got it.”

“Good.” Jey glanced toward the hallway. “I’m heading out to take Rhea shopping for the baby registry. I’ve already told Jeremiah to keep an eye on things, so he’s in the house right now. Don’t try anything.”

Jaciyah gave a faint smirk. “Got it, Dad.”

Jey patted him on the shoulder and headed for the door. “See you later, son.”

—

Rhea grabbed another onesie and tossed it into the cart, the tiny fabric landing on top of an already overflowing pile of baby clothes.

Jey sighed dramatically, leaning on the cart. “Babe… how about something practical? Like, I don’t know… a car seat? Diapers?”

Rhea rolled her eyes and smirked. “I want the baby to have lots of clothes. They need to look cute, Jey.”

“I get that, but the baby also needs to sit in something. You know, like when we’re driving home from the hospital?” Jey said, raising an eyebrow.

Before he could say anything more, Rhea’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, babe, look!” She practically squealed, pointing toward a sleek, all-black rocking chair displayed in the corner of the store.

Jey followed her gaze, and his shoulders slumped. “Babe… that thing’s $200.”

Rhea clasped her hands together and turned to him, eyes wide with excitement. “But it’s black! It matches my vibe.”

Jey looked at her, unimpressed. “Our car seat.”

Rhea groaned dramatically, throwing her head back. “Come on, Jey! We need this chair. Imagine rocking the baby to sleep in that. It’s perfect!” She placed her hands on the chair’s armrests and gave it a little shake. “See? Sturdy.”

Jey sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’ll get it, but if we do, you have to take $200 worth of stuff out of the cart. Non-negotiable.”

Rhea gasped, clutching her chest like he’d just insulted her. “You’re cruel!” She peered into the cart, muttering to herself. “Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll take out these socks—they’re on sale for $2.99.”

Jey smirked, shaking his head. “Great. That still leaves $197.01 to go.”

Rhea groaned and started pulling random items out of the cart. “Fine. These onesies? Gone. These cute little booties? Ugh, gone. But I’m keeping the baby blanket,” she said firmly, holding it close to her chest.

Jey leaned over, inspecting the cart. “Good start. But we’re still over.”

Rhea glared at him playfully. “You’re ruining my fun, Jey.”

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “You’re the one who wanted the $200 chair. You’ll thank me when we’re driving home safely with a car seat instead of holding the baby in your arms.”

Rhea pouted. “I guess you have a point. But next time, I’m bringing Trinity. She won’t guilt me into being responsible.”

Jey laughed. “Good luck with that. You know Jon’s gonna back me up.”

Rhea sighed, reluctantly pulling out a couple more items. “Fine. But I’m buying those booties online later. You won’t stop me.”

Jey smirked. “I wouldn’t dream of it, babe.”

-

With their purchases loaded into the back of Jey’s Mercedes, they climbed into the front seats. Jey adjusted the rearview mirror and glanced at Rhea. “So… you thinking about getting a new car anytime soon?”

Rhea buckled her seatbelt and leaned back. “I’ve got the money in my account for the Jeep… but I haven’t found one I like yet.”

Jey raised an eyebrow. “You want a Jeep again, babe? Or are you thinking of switching it up?”

Rhea tapped her chin, considering. “I don’t know. I’m leaning toward something more family-friendly. Something that can fit all the kids, plus Jon, Trinity, and their little crew.”

Jey nodded thoughtfully. “I saw a nice Tahoe online the other day. Spacious, plenty of room for everyone.”

Rhea tilted her head, intrigued. “You’ve been car shopping without me?”

Jey chuckled. “Not exactly. I’ve just been thinking about trading in the Mercedes. Maybe getting something more practical, too.”

Rhea turned to him, her hand resting on his arm. “But I love the Mercedes. It’s perfect for us.”

Jey smiled at her, his eyes softening. “I love it, too. But I want something better, something that can handle long trips with the kids.”

Rhea thought for a moment before her face lit up. “How about this? I’ll get something family-friendly, and we keep the Mercedes for date nights. Best of both worlds.”

Jey grinned, taking her hand as he started the car. “Deal babe.”

As they drove, Rhea laced her fingers with his. “Speaking of date nights… where are you taking me tonight?”

Jey’s lips curled into a mysterious smile. “It’s a surprise. But we need to be ready by six.”

Rhea’s excitement bubbled over. “A surprise? Now I’m really curious!”

Jey laughed, giving her hand a squeeze. “You’ll love it, trust me.”

Rhea leaned back in her seat, a satisfied smile on her face. “I can’t wait.”

—

Dominik’s phone buzzed, and he glanced down to see a text from Jey. Sure thing, I’ll make sure Jeremiah opens the door for you two if you guys get home before us. He smirked and pocketed his phone, turning to Liv, who was lounging on the bed in Jey and Rhea’s guest room, scrolling through her phone.

“Got any plans tonight?” he asked, his tone casual.

Liv barely looked up, raising an eyebrow. “Nope. Because my boyfriend doesn’t know how to plan anything.”

Dom laughed, leaning against the doorway. “Ouch. That’s harsh.”

Liv smirked, her eyes finally meeting his. “Am I wrong?”

Dom shrugged, walking over to her. “Actually… Jey and Rhea are heading out tonight, and let’s just say your boyfriend does know how to plan when it counts.”

Liv’s curiosity piqued as she sat up, her legs crossed. “Oh? And what exactly do you have planned, Mr. Mysterio?”

Dom leaned down, placing his hands on either side of her on the bed. “Let’s just say this Valentine’s Day is gonna be one to remember.”

Liv giggled as Dom leaned closer, their noses touching. He gave her a gentle Eskimo kiss, causing her to burst into a soft laugh. “You’re so cheesy,” she teased.

“And you love it,” Dom said with a grin, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

Liv sighed, resting her forehead against his. “Fine, you get points for effort. But this better be good, Mysterio.”

Dom smirked, standing up straight. “Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.”

Liv watched him with a playful glint in her eyes. “You’ve got me curious now.”

Dom winked as he backed toward the door. “Good. Now, get ready, because we’ve got plans, Miss Morgan.”

Liv chuckled, grabbing a pillow and playfully tossing it at him. “I’ll be ready. Don’t mess this up, Dom.”

He caught the pillow with ease, flashing her a confident smile. “Never.”

—

Jeyce sat at his desk, the soft hum of his laptop filling the otherwise quiet room as he typed out a message to Demi. His fingers hovered over the keys, carefully crafting his words.

“I wish I could go with you to the dance.”

After a moment, Demi’s reply popped up on the screen. “It’s fine. But hey, why don’t you come over again? My dad has a date, and Daya is sneaking into your house to see your brother again.”

Jeyce couldn’t help but chuckle. “I heard everything last night! My dad was so PO’ed.”

Demi’s response came quickly. “I know! Both of them won’t learn their lesson… but for real, sneak out and we’ll have our own Sweetheart Dance!”

Jeyce grinned, excitement rising. “Of course! Rhea and my dad are going out, and so are Liv and Dom. Plus, it was way too easy to sneak past my uncles.”

“Perfect! Wear what you were going to wear, and I’ll do the same!” Demi replied with a wink emoji.

Jeyce smiled, closing his laptop and quickly making his way to his room to grab the clothes he had planned for the dance. He was pumped to finally have the chance to hang out with Demi alone.

Meanwhile, Jaciyah was texting Daya, his phone vibrating softly against his bed as he typed, “You still coming over tonight?”

A moment passed before Daya’s reply lit up the screen. “Not if your dad is there!”

Jaciyah snickered. “Lol, he and Rhea are going out.”

Daya’s message came a few seconds later. “Okay, then.”

Jaciyah, feeling a bit bolder now, sent a follow-up text. “Maybe we go a little further?”

Daya’s reply was playful. “Lol, maybe we stop at our safe spot.”

Jaciyah smiled, his thoughts drifting to the possibilities. “Worth a shot.”

[flxrartsstuff]

The last thing I need…

LevixfemReader, 18+

Authors note: You and Levi have been stranded in the middle of nowhere. You two were actually on your way to a wedding. And since you were both late anyway because other things had priority, the mood is a little tense. A little teasing that ends in another series of hot lovemaking in the back seat.

cw: unprotected sex, car sex, bj

»Come on,« he said swearing, hitting the steering wheel as he repeatedly failed to start the engine. No matter how many times he turned the key. She sat next to him in silence, chewing nervously on her lower lip and staring at the steering wheel as if it could somehow help to get the engine running. Levi had already opened the hood and rummaged around inside, but apparently everything was fine. But the car still wouldn't start.

They had been on their way to a wedding, running late and now they were halfway there. But that was just the icing on the cake because they were both late through no fault of their own and this time, they probably couldn't get away with it so easily. She had looked seductive in that tight red dress, looking at herself in the mirror from all sides, until he could no longer hold on to himself and had fallen over her. He had torn the dress off her body and mercilessly taken her in front of the mirror. As if that wasn't enough, she had dragged him onto the bed and continued their lovemaking there until they could take no more and she had to scratch his entire back to make him realize that they were late.

Now their car was stuck in the middle of nowhere, a road driving through a forest, with nothing but trees to the left and right. Levi cursed again before getting out of the car, furious with impatience and anger. She did the same and got out to stand next to him in front of the hood, holding the flashlight so he could see. He didn't care that his suit and shirt might get soiled.

»I just don't understand what the problem is.«

»Levi, shouldn't we call a towing service?« she tried calmly, stroking his shoulder. He leaned back again and groaned in annoyance.

»Fine, call him,« he made a dismissive gesture, clearly frustrated that he couldn't get the car running himself. She grabbed her phone out of her pocket, but no sooner had she dialed the number than the annoying signal sounded in the phone that there was no signal out here. The woman put her cell phone down and looked at Levi.

»No signal out here.«

»Perfect,« he replied cynically. »I guess we should have leave without our…Foreplay.« he didn't sound at all amused by this, his tone cold as he untied the knot of his bow tie around his neck. He undid the buttons of his white shirt underneath and looked up at the sky in frustration.

»Oh come on,« she began, still somewhat calmly, although she didn't like his tone at all. After all, he didn't have to take out on her how angry he was that they were late for the wedding. »Were we really going to go without?«

She smiled, knowing full well that they both wouldn't have stopped and would have loved to spend the whole day in bed. Unfortunately, that didn't appease him either. His gray eyes sparkled excitedly as he turned to her and grabbed her by the upper arms.

»Maybe I should have been more persistent, Y/N. Today, of all days, on Mikasa and that brat Eren's wedding day, « He let go of her and closed the hood a little too tightly.

»They will understand it,« she tried again, but it didn't really reassure him. He simply couldn't accept the fact that the car had broken down and that he couldn't fix it. He leaned silently against the hood and looked frustratedly into space.

»Understand that we'd rather shag each other than show up at her wedding on time? We're not getting anywhere here, you do realize that, right?«

She blew a strand of hair out of her face after his statement. Suddenly she had an idea and the urge to put an end to his naysaying. »Well then, we'll just have to push!«

»Push the car? To the wedding?« he repeated incredulously, raising a thin eyebrow. But she already started moving and walked to the back of the car. However, the road and the ground were a little slippery and as soon as she took a step, her foot snapped so that the heel of her pump broke off with a small crack. She toppled to the side, but was still able to support herself against the car. Levi was rushing forward, arms outstretched to catch her, but she remained on her feet. Frustrated that her heel had broken off, she lifted her foot and took a closer look at the mess. The beautiful, elegant shoe that had matched her dress perfectly was now ruined by the heel, which was loosely attached to the rest of the shoe. You really couldn't be seen anywhere with that. She turned back to Levi, her shoe raised threateningly in her hand.

»Not a single word,« she began, only to stop him from making any more sarcastic remarks when the sky suddenly rumbled and a little later, the first raindrops pattered directly down on them. Unlike her, Levi reacted faster, opened the car door and dragged her into the back seat. She landed with her back on the cool leather of the seats and in the next moment felt his warm body on top of her, his soft lips sealed with hers. When he pulled away from her again, she was breathing heavily. Her face glowed with sudden heat. He lifted her other leg and removed the other shoe from her feet.

»Levi...« she purred, perplexed, yet slightly aroused. The rain pelted down on the car, now even harder and heavier. The car was their only protection from this weather. A few raindrops fell from his black strands of hair and splashed on her cheeks. His face was so close to hers that his breath kept hitting her lips.

»What are you doing? We have to go to the wedding...«

»First, I'll teach you some manners...« he interrupted her and immediately placed his lips on her neck. His tongue caressed every spot that she loved and immediately destroyed any resistance. His body lay on top of hers without really pressing on her. She only felt his warmth, as well as the clear pressure in his trousers, which pressed deliciously against her feminine center. He pushed a few strands of her hair aside, slid the strap of her dress down and continued to worship her collarbone and shoulders. A sigh left her lips, so uninhibited and unrestrained. And he loved every single sound she made. Her skin was so soft and he let out a few little groans as well as his tongue slide over her skin.

»Do you think you can go to the wedding in that shoe and dress? I don't think so, my dear,« and somehow there was suddenly a hint of amusement in his voice. His annoyed mood seemed to be blown away. When she didn't say anything back, he looked up into her eyes, which were half closed.

»Look at me when I'm talking to you.« he said to her more insistently, grabbing her chin with one hand and turning her face in his direction. He leaned directly over her, running his thumb over her lips and smudging the seductive red lipstick even more. She opened her mouth a little more, let his thumb slide in and sighed aroused.

»So needy again, huh? Let's see how much...« His hand moved slowly from her mouth, down over her breasts and stomach, to between her thighs. He pushed her dress aside like an annoying obstacle and ran his fingers over her already soaked panties. She immediately shuddered under his touch and put her arms around his neck to pull him down impatiently. He growled darkly in response and stroked his fingers up and down over her pussy.

»Teach me manners, Levi,« she whispered in his ear, burying her fingers in his black hair, stroking his undercut and feeling his tense body on hers. He made every sensitive part of hers tremble, even though he was only just getting started. Her dress quickly disappeared and was thrown carelessly onto the passenger seat, followed by his white shirt and pants. No matter how tight it was in the back seat, they couldn't stop themselves. At some point, her legs were wrapped around his hips and he was already deep inside her with his hard length, while their lips were literally stuck together. The harder his thrusts became, the deeper he seemed to sink into her. Her wetness enveloped him excitedly and while her moans were like music to his ears. Constantly whispering the same words, that he shouldn't stop while they did it unrestrained in the car.

»Oh fuck, yes...« she groaned breathlessly, clawing her hands into his neck, into his arms over everywhere they met skin. His deep voice vibrated on her lips as he kissed her. He nibbled on her lips, let his tongue glide through them and caressed hers. She sighed in pleasure, but didn't smile for long as he thrust into her harder, making her gasp excitedly. Heat gathered in the car, their bodies sticking together through their sweat.

»Yes, please. Please, don’t stop…« She moaned, threw her head back and let all her cries of pleasure resound throughout the car. He did the same and couldn't hold back any longer. He couldn't. All he wanted was to feel her tight pussy on his cock, contracting with pleasure the closer she got to orgasm. He grabbed her chin again, a little harder this time, and turned her head back towards him.

»Look into my fucking eyes, when you cum‘,« he said breathlessly, impatiently and without restraint. It was intense to close his eyes, but having Levi's gaze in front of him made it even more intense. It had never been as intimate as it was now. She saw the lust in them, saw his climax coming closer and once again the confirmation that they were one in this moment. It was intense, she felt everything with every fiber of her body. She felt how it tightened with pleasure in her abdomen, how her hips moved together with his.

»That’s right, Y/N, just like that,« he praised her with a moan and kissed her sore lips hotly and demanding. He was clearly close to climaxing, but gave up all his energy to make her come faster than him. And she did. The orgasm overtook her body, she stretched her back with pleasure, moaned and moved towards him.

»Oh, yes please, oh god yes…« she repeated over and over again, as if intoxicated. She couldn't and wouldn't stop herself. But she was surprised when Levi pulled back, straightened up and sat down in the seat. He pulled her closer to him by her hair so that her face hung directly in front of his still hard cock.

»And now show me what good manners you have. Don't you dare to lose a single drop...« He sounded dark and dominating, a shiver chased over her still drained and trembling body, where she could still feel the effects of her orgasm. She exchanged a curt glance with him before doing as he asked. And by God, she'd milk him so clean he'd beg her not to stop. Even though she knew it was a rarity to hear Levi beg.

She slid closer to him, placed her lips on his tip and kissed him. She never lost eye contact with him as she licked along his length, holding him with both hands. It was a pleasure for her to do this every time, to show him how much she appreciated him. He leaned his head back so that she had a clear view of his Adam's apple. His whole body shuddered as she began to suck on him, slowly taking the length into her mouth. At first her movements were slow. She let it slip from her lips before taking it deep inside her again.

»Fuck.« He grabbed the back of her head, pulled harder on her hair and pressed her face closer. »Just like that.«

She did what he wanted and sucked faster and deeper on him, eager to reach his climax and feel him deep in her throat. He kept repeating his words, encouraging her not to stop. His cock pulsated in her mouth, she could feel that he would come at any moment. Even faster and faster, her lipstick had long since smudged and left a few streaks on his cock. When he came, panting and moaning, her mouth was wide open and she swallowed every last drop without losing any of it.

»That's my good girl...« he growled and stroked his fingers gently through her hair, almost lovingly compared to the way he had grabbed her earlier. Suddenly the wedding had completely faded into the background and it seemed as if they had all the time in the world. The rain continued to patter on the roof of the car, like a relaxing melody. The windows were completely steamed up, they were both sweating and breathing fast. Levi enjoyed the sight of her smudged lipstick and his cum spread across her lips. He wouldn't trade that sight for anything in the world. Not even for a wedding.

[violetmuses]

Daydreamin' - A. Aretas 🥰❤️‍🩹

Title: Daydreamin’ - A. Aretas 🥰❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: You and Armando go out on the very first date.

Author's Note: Here's another quick drabble request. Enjoy reading! 💜 @nelo0wesker

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2024

You first met Armando Aretas through Kelly, the weapons expert teaming AMMO. Tempers flared in the beginning, yet Armando really settled down and no longer tried to hurt others with chaos.

The last few months have been rocky ever since he returned from Mexico, but Aretas never stopped thinking of you, ready to come back.

There's an ice cream shop located near the Miami Police Department and for once Armando Aretas invited you out for the very first time.

At long last, while summer heat continues blazing outside, air conditioning chills every single patron while you just share your time with him.

“Miss me?” Armando questioned between his last few scoops.

“Always.” You repeated that answer, but hours dwindled and time ran out, bringing departures for the night.

Other voices grumbled farewell outdoors and Armando paid in cash, holding hands on your way back to the car.

“Are you working tomorrow?” You stepped closer and frowned toward Armando as his palms reached your waist now.

“Yeah, stupid briefing.” Armando rolled his brown eyes toward the moon.

“Get your hands away from her, nasty ass!” One familiar person, Marcus Burnett, shouted behind Aretas.

Even Detective Mike Lowrey showed up as an interruption this time.

Every time. You thought.

“Don't make me check your cell phone again, man.” Mike, Armando's biological father, took off fly sunglasses while addressing this chance.

Knowing so much better than talking back right here, Armando stepped from Mike and whispered to you, signaling this early drive home.

Their last mission for Captain Howard almost pulled this fight in the woods, but Marcus settled everything.

“Sorry.” Armando kissed your cheek and sighed for a moment, disappointed. “Just text me when you get back. I gotta leave.”

“Okay.” You frowned once more and started the engine, leaving in return. “Be safe.”

_____

One text message pinged back when you came home:

Armando: No matter what happens, I love you. 💌

[phillippadgettwrites]

Dropped Call is SO HOT! We need four though, you have to let him eat her out irl now. Right? Right?!?

Dropped Call, Chapter 4

Rated X / Posted on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

Mulder’s cell phone is already pressed to his ear when he emerges into a parking lot through clattering double doors. He tips his face up towards the hazy midafternoon sun as he listens to the phone ring, waiting to be sure she answers. 

“Hello?”

He smiles and steps off the curb. 

“Hey, stranger. It’s good to hear your voice.”

“Hi,” she says brightly. “I’m surprised to hear from you.”

Mulder moves the phone to his other ear while he digs around his pocket for his car keys.

“I know,” he says. “I probably shouldn’t be calling you.”

“Then why are you?” she asks.

He slumps into the driver's seat, legs still hanging out the open door, and heaves a sigh. 

“To be frank, I find you irresistible,” he says, and is rewarded with a surprised laugh. 

“You’re going to get yourself in trouble,” she warns him. 

“Probably,” he says, folding his legs into the car and pulling the door closed. “But that sounds like future me’s problem.”

She laughs again, which makes him smile. 

“So what have you been up to?” she asks. 

He starts the engine and buckles his seatbelt, then quickly turns the stereo down when Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing starts blasting from the speakers. 

“Attending the conference from hell, regrettably. Willing time to pass. Fantasizing.”

There’s a brief pause. 

“About what?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he teases. 

“I asked the question, so yes, I would,” she retorts, just a little bit tartly. 

He’s grinning like an idiot. His cheeks actually ache from all the smiling he’s been doing as of late, which is something he hasn’t experienced since he was a teenager. 

“Do you remember the fantasy I told you about that takes place in my office? There’s a desk involved,” he says, shifting in his seat when his cock stirs. 

There’s a pause that is decidedly not brief. 

“The one involving your partner?” she clarifies. 

“They all involve my partner,” he says, his voice growing husky as his arousal heightens. 

“Hm,” she says, another pause. “Remind me of the details?”

Mulder flicks on his turn signal and exits the freeway. 

“I don’t want to be too graphic…” he says, his heart pounding in his cock. 

“Why?”

“I don’t want to offend you.”

“It didn’t offend me before, I don’t see why it would now,” she says breathily. 

He swallows. 

“This fantasy in particular is the one where I, uh, I go down on her on top of my desk.”

“Ah,” she says. “Sounds familiar.”

He pulls up in front of Scully’s apartment building and cuts the engine. He sees her car a little ways down the block, but he already knows she’s at home today, despite the fact that it’s the middle of the week. He walks slowly down the sidewalk with his free hand in his pocket, in no rush to get to her front door. 

“I’ve been thinking about that one a lot the last few days,” he admits.

“Have you?”

“I have. I’ve been thinking about making it a reality,” he says nervously. “What are your thoughts?”

“What are my thoughts?” she repeats.

“Yeah, I mean…do you think she’d like that?”

She doesn’t answer for so long that he stops walking. 

“Does she seem like the kind of person who would like that?” she finally asks in a tone he finds difficult to interpret. 

“I guess I don’t know,” he admits, slightly deflated. 

He starts walking again, slowly meandering up the stairs to the second floor rather than taking them two at a time like he normally would. 

“That’s just—” she starts, then pauses to gather her thoughts. “I mean it’s a pretty big leap, Mulder. I don’t want to dismiss it outright, but at work? That’s pretty brazen, even for you.”

He laughs and leaps over the last few steps, then walks four paces to her door. 

“Oh, are you Scully now?” he teases, and he can practically hear her roll her eyes. 

“You’re outside my door again, aren’t you?” she asks dryly, and he lifts his arm to knock. 

She appears before him dressed in a white silk robe, her hair tied half up in a messy bun right on top of her head, and while she’s trying to look annoyed, he can tell that she’s happy to see him. 

“I missed you,” he says, flipping his cell phone closed and scooping her up by the waist. 

She lets out a little girlish squeal and wraps her arms around his neck, then kisses him too many times to count. 

“I’ve been gone four days, Mulder,” she says quietly against his lips, then kisses him again. 

“Worst four days of my life,” he tells her, walking them slowly towards the table. 

He sets her down on top of it and takes her face in his hands, peppering her with kisses and humming with satisfaction. When he finally brings himself to pull away, he immediately hooks one finger behind the tie of her robe and wags his eyebrows at her. 

“In the office? Really?” she says, though she’s already unbuckling his belt. 

“Allow me to clarify,” he says as he tugs the tie loose and pushes the robe off her shoulders. 

At the sight of her breasts and her puckered raspberry nipples, he momentarily forgets what he was going to say. 

“Was there more to that?” she asks coyly, slipping one hand under his boxers and running her palm over his erection. 

“Um,” he stutters, his hips involuntarily canting towards her. “Oh, um, yeah…”

She’s managed to get her fingers around his shaft and she’s slowly pumping her hand up and down, much to his distraction. 

“Must not be important,” she says, pulling her robe the rest of the way open with her free hand. 

She parts her legs that much wider, and when he sees the pink slash of her cunt between them, he remembers. He pulls her hand free of his pants and she gives him a mildly offended look, but when he gets down on his knees her eyes widen. 

“The venue is impertinent,” he explains as he runs his palms over the insides of her thighs, pushing them open wider. “I just want to eat your pussy.”

She makes a little surprised sound, but gives absolutely no indication that she objects. When he leans forward and covers her slick lips with his mouth, she leans back and braces her arms against the table top. 

She’s completely quiet, beyond her heavy breathing, but when he gently sucks on her clit he feels her pulse against his tongue. He concludes that she’d been preparing to take a bath, because she doesn’t taste like soap, thankfully. She tastes remarkably like her, like the inside of her mouth and the smell of her skin, like Scully in her purest form. He slips his tongue inside her and buries his nose in her cunt, breathing her in deep. 

“Oh,” she breathes out, hardly a word, and he glances up at her face. 

Her eyes are squeezed shut tight, her lip pinned between her teeth, and if not for the fact that he has high hopes of fucking her after this, he might get his cock out right now and fulfill that detail of his fantasy. 

Instead he grips the outsides of her thighs, pulling her even more firmly against his face, and her hips lift off the table. 

“Oh god,” she says, this time more audibly. 

She’s ungodly wet, smeared all over his cheeks and chin. He wonders if she’d be willing to sit on his face next time. He runs the flat of his tongue up and down from her clit to her opening and back over and over, and he feels her muscles tense under his hands. 

He looks up again and sees that she’s watching him with a completely agonized look on her face, like she’s about to cry. Mulder groans and applies himself fully, slipping two fingers inside her and lapping rhythmically at her clit. He senses her rising higher and higher, feels it in her body, hears it in her voice, tastes it in the syrupy slick of her. Her entire cunt seizes and he hears her breath catch, and he repeats the motion over and over, not changing a single thing. 

“I’m coming,” she whines, and he feels her fingernails dig into the back of his head as she grabs ahold of him. 

She comes beautifully right on his tongue, squeezing his fingers desperately and whimpering in a rising and falling crescendo in time with each hearty pulse. He slows as she does, but doesn’t stop until she sighs and removes her hand from his head. 

He stands up and wipes one hand over the bottom of his face, and she averts her eyes bashfully, though her legs are still spread wide. 

“I hope that lived up to your expectations,” she says shyly, reaching for him. 

He watches her face while she pushes his slacks off his hips and smiles at the sight of his stiff cock swinging free. 

“Allow me to clarify something else, then,” he says tightly as she strokes him. “Every single bit of this has wildly exceeded my expectations.”

She gently tugs on his cock to encourage him closer, simultaneously scooting to the very edge of the table. She brushes the head of him over her clit and they both groan. It takes a bit of maneuvering to get the angle right, but when he slides into her it’s like coming home. 

She takes his face in her hands, kissing him as he draws his hips back. 

“I missed you, too.”

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[tehjmastuh]

October 4th National Emergency Alert Test Facts. DON'T PANIC!

All wireless providers carriers and TV providers will be conducting a test Nationwide. But I want to let you guys know what to expect when this test happens. The Test will commence at 2:20PM EST. Your phone will Amit a two chime square lead tone. These tones will be a ~ 932.328 Hz and a ~ 830.609 Hz For all you music majors out there. That is a Ab and a Bb the black keys on a keyboard. The tone will sound in a certain pattern. The pattern will produce one long blast, following 3 short blasts, and the pattern will repeat three times. It will sound like this.

__________________ ______ _____ _____

__________________ ______ _____ _____

__________________ ______ _____ _____. TV's and radios will be slightly different then it will be on a cellular device. The message you will receive should say "THIS IS A TEST of the national wireless emergency alert systems! No action is needed." ATTENTION CONSPIRACY THEROISTS! This is only a test!! If you don't want to participate in this test. These are some things you can do. Power off your phone or put your phone in airplane mode. From what I've hear for iPhones the silence switch on the side of your phone will not silence the message. and It will still be audible. If you try to ping your phone using your apple watch and your silent function is on, it will still ping. AGAIN! This test will be for all Cellphones within range of a phone tower that is Powered "On" and not in Airplane Mode. All radios and Television Providers. Period. Just like if you were to receive and AMBER alert or Any Alerts about any severe weather or general public safety alerts. Not your Personal Computer or Laptop! This test will only last approximately 30 minutes. But you will receive the message only ONCE. For TV's and radios, the message will be broadcasted for about one minute. If you power up your cellphone after the 30 minute test. You should still NOT receive the alert!! Nothing else crazy should happen that day, we won't loose power or internet, the government is not trying take over our lives. And if you think that.. ALL INFORMATION ABOUT THIS TEST WILL BE ON FEMA'S WEBSITE!! It's against the FCC to have unauthorized signals to be transmitted from one receiver to another. All electronics and radio frequency devices must be in compliance with FCC regulations. THIS IS ONLY A TEST just like the presidential alert test that happened around the same time in the beginning of October back in 2018. For anyone else that thinks differently, I encourage you to turn off your tv's cell phones, radios, and any other communicative electronic device. Because I will be powering off my cellular devices that day as well. My thoughts. I do believe that if we don't want to be interrupted by these tests or if there were to be a real situation. We should have the right and freedom to ignore it at our own risk. This is my only take on the Government.

[tabbyrp]

Day 4

@tangleweave

There was something wholly uncivilized about aliens attacking on Halloween. In typical New Yorker fashion, when millions of phones rang out with the emergency alert, the collective response was a mix of rude gestures towards the sky and grumbling searches for shelter. Deep within the network of subway tunnels, all trains came to a grinding halt.

Amid a chorus of groans on the A train, Tabby pulled out her cell phone. Barely half a bar. She quickly texted to report she was safe but stuck, hoping the message would get through. Beside her sat a preschooler in full regal regalia perched on her mom’s lap, and a middle-aged businessman still tapping away on his laptop. “It’s just tribbitites,” he said casually. “I doubt they’ll even call in The Avengers for it.”

Tabby’s phone pinged with a voice note. By some miracle of the 5G gods it downloaded, and she popped in a headphone to listen. Gordon Gecko was only half right about the situation up to but that wasn’t for her to pass on. Instead, she tugged her white dress back down to mid-thigh and settled in to wait.

“Are you a real angel?”

The little girl in the next seat reached for the aging feathers on Tabby’s back, chubby fingers too young to tell the difference between plastic and real down. Her tired mother began to shush the child, but Tabby gave a subtle shake of her head, signalling the question was okay.

“No, kiddo, I’m afraid not. But you look like an amazing princess.”

“Thank you.” Sensing weakness, the girl stuck out her neon-orange pumpkin bucket. “Trick or treat.”

Down the bottom of her purse, Tabby found a couple of crumpled up dollar bills that she dropped into the container. Then, with nothing else to do and the mother’s blessing, she took Princess Michaela through the carriage. There wasn’t much candy to be had but more money landed in the pumpkin. Some people donated parts of their costume, cheap rings and bracelets turning into glittering treasures. One guy dressed as Spider-Man apologized for not having pockets and offered a fist-bump instead.

Hours later, Michaela was fast asleep in her mother’s lap. The subway lights had dimmed to a dull, red-tinted emergency mode. Cell service had vanished after an explosion rumbled overhead, shaking everything side to side. Tabby had reassured the few tourists stuck in the train that everything would be fine, cracking jokes until calm settled over the carriage once more.

She was scrolling through her camera roll, the same face repeated over and over, when a loud knock rapped against the train window.

Everyone jolted upright. At least one person screamed.

“Sorry! Sorry!” Several phone lights swung toward the voice, revealing large opaque eyes set in a mask of red and gloved hands pressed to the glass. “Just your friendly MTA Spider-Man here to escort you to your next stop.”

With the power still out, that meant forcing the doors open with a dull screech and having passengers climb out one by one, the local web slinger helping them down.

The princess received a bow. The guy dressed as Spider-Man for Halloween got his second fist bump of the night and everyone pretended he didn’t squeal with excitement after.

Tabby waited to be the last one before disembarking. She had half a foot on the train step when Spider-Man stepped back instead of assisting, shaking his head and waggling a finger. “Gotta ask first, ma’am. That guy you were staring at on your phone, he your boyfriend or something?”

“Or something,” Tabby retorted with a smile. “So, if you thought turning up like a big damn hero after fighting toad men was gonna make this angel fall for you….” Taking hold of the handrail, she pirouetted on the step and pretended to drop into a swoon.

Their voices barely carried down the tunnel, and only one person glanced back to witness Spider-Man take the young woman firmly by the waist, then her arms lingering around his shoulders long after feet were on solid ground.

“Mom.” Michaela mumbled, rubbing her eyes with a small fist. “Can I be a superhero next year?’

Her mother stopped looking over her shoulder and adjusted the child on her hip. “Sure baby.”

Travelling through the shadows, Spider-Man swung on a web, landing at the head of the group to lead them toward the exit.

If he happened to be carrying an angel with him, well, that sure wasn’t any of her business.

[huffle-dork]

Swap into the CrystalVerse Chapter 20: Horror Septics

Co-written with @crystalninjaphoenix 

Read Swapboys | Read Horror Septics | AO3 Link

Prologue | Switch | Stitched | PNPT | Septicheroes | Fantasy Masks

Taglist: @brokentimewatch @di-diwata  

This time after the fall, Alt finds himself in a city. And, despite the slightly older architecture, it is clearly a modern city, with asphalt streets and electric lamps and a group of three people hurriedly walking past wearing jeans and t-shirts. The sky is darker, with just the tinge of orange sunset to the west.

One of the people in the group stops walking and stares at him. "Hallo du! Tourist!" she shouts. "Was machst du? Es ist Nacht! Gehen Sie zurück in Ihr Hotel!" They're speaking a different language, but unlike landing in the last universe, it's a language he at least recognizes.

Alt sways on his feet and shakes out his head. He blinks at the people and then casts his translation spell on himself- but now it feels familiar. He's done this a couple times on Henrik. He asks the woman is shaky German, "Um hi? Can you repeat that please? I don't think I caught it." As he asks he looks around the city, trying to see if there's anything familiar. Though, the fact that they're immedately speaking German to him is not a good sign.

The woman glances him over, then looks back at her two companions. Before she can say anything, though-- EEEEP! EEEEP! EEEEP! The TRVLR starts letting out a loud beeping noise. When Alt turns on the screen, it shows the following message:

WARNING

Lethal ALTRs detected in Current Location: (!)UA-1031019HS. Please jump as soon as possible.

But even if Alt wanted to do that, he can't, because the message and beeping barely lasts long enough for him to read it before it's replaced by the low battery icon.

Alt glitches in surprise as the TRVLR starts to beep and he pulls it out. He goes pale as he reads the message. "No- w-what?!"

The three Germans have decided to have a conversation between themselves while Alt reads the message. The woman from before seems to be insisting something. One of the others, a man, looks concerned, while the second woman stares at the west where the orange light of the sun is fading.

Alt looks desperately at the group and now shouts with more determination, "Please! Where am I?! I-Is there something dangerous around here?"

The three of them jump, surprised, and seem a bit more wary of him. The second woman says in halting English, "Mister, go back to your hotel room, you should not be out on the streets at night in Achmatze." And then, abruptly, they all hurry away, turning the nearest street corner and vanishing from sight.

Alt looks close to panicking as he starts to glitch and run down the street. He pulls out his phone to see if he can message Bro- he needs to warn him!

It seems WiFi and cell signal works in this universe--though he seems to be in a bad reception spot. But before he can do anything, there's something behind him. Footsteps. Approaching rapidly.

How fast can you react, Alt?

Alt almost freezes then he starts to glitch as fast as he can, rushing down the road in a blind panic.

But even glitching, he's not fast enough. Somehow, impossibly, the sound just gets closer and closer, until something grabs him from behind, wrapping an arm around his torso. He feels a pain in his neck.

Alt screams and tries to thrash away, glitching wildly. "N-No! LET ME GO!" He tries to glitch out of their clutches even as his surroundings start to dim and blur.

He does manage to glitch out of the grip holding him back, but he doesn't get far, stumbling down the street and losing his balance. The footsteps behind him approach--not as fast as before, but still quickly--and simply grabs him again, dragging him back towards an open doorway in a nearby building.

Alt stumbles as far as he can before he's grabbed again and now he can feel himself slowing down. His body tries to fizzle and pop with glitches but not enough for him to free himself again. "No! S-Stop...! H-Help...!"

But nobody comes. He's dragged backwards through the doorway. It leads into a hallway with stained white walls and stained white tiles on the floor. And then he blinks. And the doorway leading outside again is gone. Instead there's simply more of the hallway, extending forward, seemingly endless. His vision is starting to waver.

Alt whimpers as the door disappears, terrified tears in his eyes. Is this how he's gonna die? He can't even warn Chase...! He tries to glitch out again, desperate to get away.

His body fizzles for a moment then reappears a little down the hallway. If he was trying to leave by glitching through the walls, it doesn't work. There might as well have been solid rock beyond.

Alt scrambles to try to glitch through the walls but finds himself blocked. Which only makes him panic more.

But as he glitches he turns around, and sees what grabbed him. Stitches mar skin and clothing. One bloodshot blue eye stares at him from above a blue surgical mask. It vaguely looks human, wearing a white coat that is red on the inside, but it is so clearly not.

Then, whatever was injected into him as his legs shaking and then crumpling underneath him.

As he loses his balance, it walks over and crouches down next to him. "Geh ins Bett."

Alt tries to scramble back but he's starting to lose feeling in his limbs. He pleads to the figure. "p-please... d-don't...!"

It simply tilts his head to the side, watching him. Waiting. It knows it won't have to wait long, but this is longer than it expected.

Alt sobs as the darkness threatens to swallow him whole. He whimpers and cries out for his brother. “c-chase…! Chase! H-Help…!”

Darkness soon drags Alt down.

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Bro falls for a second, and lands in a field--no, not just in a field. He's right next to a motorway. Asphalt with cement bounce walls lining it and cars driving quickly down the road. A clearly modern environment. But it is quite isolated. There's nothing but this field of waist-length grass for a while. There's a forest on the edge of the horizon and some sort of building slightly closer than that? It's dark, though. Maybe abandoned. The sun above is dipping near the horizon but not yet touching it. Something rustles in the grass.

Bro startles as he hears the motorway. After a couple days of being in a fantasy land, the sudden noise was a lot. He whirls around to see the field and scratches his head. “Welp… not home again…” He sighs. Then he jumps and hovers in the air for a second as the grass rustles.

A figure pops up. He gasps, then laughs. "H-hey, it's just me!" It's Alt.

Bro relaxes and floats back down to Alt and laughs shakily. “Jesus dude you scared me! Finally we got better luck and actually fell together huh??”

"It's about time, isn't it?" Alt grins and looks around. "Uh... where are we, though?"

“No fucking clue, dude.” Bro answers. He looks out at the horizon and sees the building. “Looks like we got two options, either going to that building or we can try to follow the motorway to see if we can find a town or landmark.”

"Hmm." Alt pauses, thinking. "Well... we could check out that building first." He points. "I-it's not like there's anything stopping us from coming back to the motorway. Besides, haven't we been appearing near, uh, you know... people like us? Maybe someone's in there?"

“Hm! Good point, lil bro!” Bro grins and then takes off into the air. “You wanna race then? The sun is setting and not gonna lie- it’s getting kinda creepy out here!”

Alt grins right back. "You're on!"

Bro laughs and then rockets off towards the house, very briefly checking behind to see if Alt is catching up.

Every time Bro looks back, Alt is a little bit closer. But despite clearly glitching in order to keep up, he's not passing Bro yet. He must still be tired from powering the TRVLR. The building is some ways away, but they steadily approach it.

Bro seems a bit worried but- he also does want to win. Alt’s been beating him a lot lately. So he bursts in a bit of a faster flight and focuses on getting to the house.

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Magnificent appears in a forest--not a good sign for the modernity of this world. But the ropes binding him have disappeared. Since they were made of that world's magic, they must not have been able to last the jump. The forest is full of tall trees with dark bark, a few beams of late-day orange sunlight shining between the rare gaps in the branches. There isn't as much undergrowth as there usually would be in a forest, but there is a lot of fog, curling around the roots of the trees, strands catching around Magnificent's legs.

Magnificent rights himself and then rubs at his wrists. He glares at the forest and then groans, “Another fucking forest- okay…” He sighs and then changes his appearance back to his normal one, scanning the area- is there any magic around here? He’s not lacking… but you know. New world- probably.

It hits him like a truck. Not like the last world, where the magic was everywhere but somewhat distant. Instead, he is standing on the edge of an ocean. Draining power from this source would be like trying to fill a bucket with its water. Even if he can do it without being bowled over by the waves, he would only be able to take a fraction of a percent of a portion of it, and the ocean would not notice its absence.

Magnificent gasps and stumbles against a nearby tree trunk, eyes wide as he registers just how much magic there is. "W-What the hell...? This- this power-!" He pushes himself up to try to look for the source. This- he must try to harness this- control the source! if he did... he'd be unstoppable!

He reaches out. It's all around him, and its power slowly fills him. Around his feet, the fog swirls faster, circling around him like a whirlpool.

Oh.

Oh, he was wrong.

The ocean did notice.

And now it is watching him.

"You're very lost."

Magnificent stiffens and whips around to look for the voice. "Who's there?" He lights green fire in his hand." Show yourself!"

"I think you're just not looking hard enough." As his eyes scan the forest, he suddenly sees it. A tall figure--certainly taller than him--that blends in easily with the trees. Most of its body is hidden even as the light from his fire falls upon it, but the flames dance upon a skull-like mask with two triangular ears. A Chesire grin sits wide beneath the facade. "Where did you come from? And why are you here?"

Magnificent snarls and then he freezes as he sees the figure. He then narrows his eyes at it, "... I come from a world beyond here. And I'm here to gain power." He says plainly. Something feels... off here. "What are you, specter?"

"They call me Cait Coill down in the hollow," it says, taking a step closer, moving so smooth that it almost looks like it's gliding. "You come from the worlds beyond? We haven't had one of those in a long, long, time. And not one so... fragile."

"Fragile?!" Magnificent growls, "You clearly don't know who you're dealing with, Cait Coill..." But- a nagging voice in the back of his head seems to shrink back, wondering if he can even face this thing.

"You have a heart that beats. You have lungs that breathe. You have a liver that filters. You have nerves that sing." Cait Coill raises a hand. The ends of the fingers are sharp. Maybe they're claws. It's hard to tell. "How easy it would be to stop those all." It laughs. Probably. The smiling mouth doesn't open. "But very well. You are... sturdier than most. And you seek power. Is that why you reached out? To take it?"

It is so very quiet in the forest.

Magnificent feels a shiver run down his spine and he staggers back, actual fear flickering in his heart for a second. "Yes..." Magnificent admits. "O-Or perhaps... we could form an alliance?"

"You're not used to offering that, are you?" Cait Coill says quietly. "But if that's what you wish, I can provide."

Magnificent is suddenly very aware of a... loosening. Like he had been held in a tight grip that was now relaxing.

"What can you provide?"

Magnificent falters. "I-I can provide... magical knowledge! Or my unique form of mental magic." He tries not to shudder. He feels like he's making a deal with the devil.

"Why would I need that?" Cait Coill's head tilts to the side. It moves again in that smooth gliding gait. Is it... circling him?

"But... hmm, there is something you may be able to do. I cannot leave my forest, you see. Which is a problem when some of my... not enemies, that is too harsh a word. But we can use it for now. Some of my enemies exist outside my domain. You can leave. Take the power you can carry. If you agree to seek out something in a red hood. You will know it when you see it. Seek it out, and attack when you find it. Intend to kill. Does that work for you?"

"Um... s-sure." Magnificent says slowly. He feels like refusing could get him killed. "I can do that."

Cait Coill nods. The grip disappears entirely. "Take what you will, then." Some of the fog clears, forming a perfectly straight line heading to the left. "Follow that to the road. Once you reach it, you can head wherever you like."

Magnificent breathes and then nods almost reverently. He skids around Cait Coill and starts to walk down the path, taking the power he needs as he walks. His chest feels cold- that distant voice in his head fearfully telling him he's made a grave mistake.

Don't you know Marvin? You never agree with the fae...

Cait Coill stays where it is, watching Magnificent walk away until it feels him step off the forest floor and onto the asphalt of the single road cutting through the trees. "Follow him," it says. The branches above rustle as something moves, skittering limbs and swinging strings. It's the sort of movement that would cause a lot of rustling leaves and creaking branches. But it's so silent in the forest.

Magnificent breaks into a sprint after a second to breathe, using his magic and now this boost to help him teleport away faster.

Why was it so quiet?

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Bro reaches the building first. It's not a house, it's... some kind of concrete box. A radio tower? A cell tower? There's a metal spire sticking out of the roof.

Bro stops in front of the building and stares at it curiously. "Huh."

Alt isn't far behind. "Hah... another win for the great Bro Fantastic, huh?" he says.

Bro turns and grins down at Alt, "Hey! You made good time though~" He lightly teases. He then touches down to the ground and looks around for an entrance. "Whatcha think this place is anyways?"

Alt shrugs. "I don't know. Radio, maybe? They have to have antennas all over the country to broadcast everywhere. People still live in the middle of nowhere and they need to reach others." He walks up to the door, testing it. When it swings easily, he pulls it open. "Come on. Might as well see."

"Oh huh yeah- never really thought of that." Bro admits as he follows after Alt. "... still feels weird though-"

"Yeah, I know." Alt shivers. "It... does give me the creeps a little."

The door opens into a wide room, almost empty. The only real things of note are a desk--reception, of some kind?--and a couple chairs around the edges of the room. There are three doors, all ajar--left wall, right wall, and straight ahead.

"Hello?" Alt calls. There's no answer. "Uh..." He glances at Bro uneasily. "You... want to check out the rooms?"

Stuff might be in there. People might be in there. Might as well.This is creepy, but it's kind of fun to explore with his brother.

"Yeah... might as well," Bro mumbles. "Stick together though... just in case there's like... something bad hiding in here." He starts to go forward, to the door straight ahead of them.

"Right." Alt is suddenly ahead of him. Glitching again, haha. It's good to see after the lack of glitches in the last world. He reaches out and pushes the door fully open. "Hello?" he says, stepping inside.

As Bro starts to follow, someone grabs him. They were hiding behind the desk! And now they pull him back there as well, one hand covering his mouth. "Don't go in there," a voice whispers in his ear.

Bro jerks as he's grabbed and tries to elbow the person holding him.

The person bites back a yelp and immediately lets go of him. When Bro turns to look, he sees an older man--no. Wait. Not older. Despite the streaks of grey in his brown hair, his face isn't actually too much older than Bro himself. He's wearing a couple different layers of shirts and jackets, ending in a green parka with fur around the hood. An eye-patch covers his right eye. Bandages are wrapped around his neck.

"Sorry!" the man whisper-shouts. "But don't go in there! Don't follow it!"

"Chase?" Alt's voice calls.

Bro's eyes widen as he takes in the man's appearance. But, then he growls and starts to push himself up, "It? That's my brother, asshole! What are you playing at? Hiding out back here?" He whispers.

"Yes, I am, actually!" The man hisses back. He gestures around him, and Chase notices that there's a sleeping bag and duffel bag beneath the desk. "I-it was working out, since the tower doesn't work anymore, but it was still freaking me out so I was going to leave--you're so lucky I didn't, oh my god."

"Chase? Is everything alright?" Alt's footsteps turn around and head back into the main room.

The man's eyes widen. He grips Chase's jacket. "Listen, Chase--that's your name right? What color are your brother's eyes? What does he usually wear? Don't go off memory, look at him and think about it!"

Chase takes in the area with widening eyes. Something- something's not right here. He stiffens slightly as he hears Alt coming. "W-What? I... I know what my brother looks like!" He whispers in slight panic.

"Yes, I'm sure you do, that's why I'm telling you to look, and I mean really look," the man insists.

Chase pushes himself away from the man, a feeling of dread heavy in his gut.

"Chase?!" Alt appears in the doorway again, looking worried. "There you are, why--" When he notices the man he stiffens slightly. Why? He was surprised, right? But... why does it feel like there was a split second of something else there. "Did this guy attack you?!"

Bro whips around to look at Alt and then throws up his hands, "N-No! No he... he just startled me- I'm okay."

With the man's warning in mind though, Chase starts to study Alt a bit closer, trying to see if anything is off.

"Are you sure? Did he grab you?" Alt asks.

Nothing much is off. Alt's hair is brown as always and his eyes are blue and he's wearing his jacket.

...

Wait. Alt's eyes are green.

No no no, wait, they're both. He has central heterochromia.

Is that what he's looking at?

Alt has freckles. He usually uses his mask to hide them and his scar. Where are his freckles supposed to be? It's like... as he's staring at this face, it's like they won't... settle?

Imagine talking to someone on the phone. Imagine instinctively picturing them in your mind, and then changing and adjusting that picture as they describe themself to you. That's what Chase is looking at. Except the picture is constantly changing. It's Alt, right? His hair is brown and his eyes are blue and green and he has freckles and a scar and he's wearing his red jacket--

...

Alt's jacket wasn't red when they started jumping through universes.

Why is it red now?

As Chase stares he slowly starts to realize that something is off. But, mostly he's thrown off by the jacket.

Alt's jacket has always... always been blue.

He staggers back, eyes wide. "You're... you're not Alt-"

Alt's face drops. Almost literally, as all of a sudden this human-shaped thing does not look like him at all and Chase isn't sure how he ever could've mistaken it for his brother. It looks at the man with the eye-patch and scowls. "You ruin everything."

The man laughs, a hysterical anxiety-fueled edge to it. "I'm happy to r-ruin things for you! What fucking bad luck, that you decided to go here!"

"I had a plan, I didn't know you were here! It's a radio tower, you know. The spire can still be used even if it's been disconnected."

The man grips Chase's arm. It's unclear if this is for comfort, or if he's trying to pull Chase away from... whatever that is.

Chase staggers back, closer to the man as he watches this thing take away the image of his little brother. Tears gather in his eyes as he suddenly shouts, looking ready to punch this imposter in the face. "W-What did you do with Alt?! Where is he??"

It shrugs. Do shoulders move like that? "I don't know. He wasn't anywhere near you when you popped out of nowhere. I simply... took advantage of the situation."

"You are so lucky," the man is muttering behind him. "You are so fucking lucky. It got you fast, didn't it?"

Chase feels like he can’t breathe. He- he was just willing to believe this thing. But- it looked like Alt! It acted like him- it glitched like him….

Hadn’t it…?

“W-What are you?!”

"That's a good question," it says, and smiles. A moment passes. Then it turns away. "Well. I'll see you later." And it walks right out of the building like nothing had happened at all.

The man lets out a shaky breath. "...maybe you're not so lucky."

“W-Wait! Fucking- Bastard! Get back here!” Bro shouts at the retreating figure, bunching up like he’s ready to go chasing after it.

"Nope!" The man grabs the back of his jacket and pulls him back. "Really think about what you're going to do. Do you want to go after that?!"

Chase oofs as he’s pulled back, then he jerks his arm back and glares at the man. “I… I don’t know! I just- want answers! What’s going on here? What is that thing? Why did it know my brother and I-imitate him so well? Who are you? Why do you know that thing?!” He asks in rapid succession, trying not to panic.

"Yeah well, it isn't going to give you those answers!" The man sighs. "Okay, look. I'll try to explain some. That thing is called Sangria. You know, like the wine, or the shade of red. I-I'm pretty sure it can mildly read minds? Just enough to know what you want. I-I guess you really wanted your brother. And it... does whatever it can to get close to people. As for me, I'm..." He hesitates. "My name is ä±ÞėŎ, but that's... hard for people to remember, so call me whatever you like. I've met Sangria a couple of times... and some others like it." Hard for people to remember indeed. Did he mumble his name?

“Sangira…” Chase repeats, knitting his eyebrows together. “Uh… y-yeah I do… we got separated when coming here… n-now I’m even more worried then I have been. If that t-thing is just walking around, tricking people-!” He then pauses as he tries to process the man’s name. “I’m sorry.., what was your name again?”

"×ķěńĢï," the man says, sounding almost sad. "Look, don't worry about it. Just give me a nickname or whatever, I'm okay with almost anything." He laughs. "As long as you don't call me 'shitface' or something." He quickly becomes serious again. "As for your brother... well, there's no guarantee, but people alone are bigger targets for these things. What... what did you mean by you 'came here'? There's not many places around here."

Chase looks distressed that he can’t understand the man’s name but he nods. He tries to laugh but all he feels is dread. “I… I’m not sure if you’ll believe me but… I’m from- another universe. Usually they’re parallel but I… I have no idea how we relate here… Sangira doesn’t remind me of anyone I know… except you know- when he tried to look like my brother…”

The man blinks. Then laughs. “Sure. Why the fuck not? Other universes.” He shakes his head. “Maybe this is your first one without any parallels. I don’t know. I certainly don’t know a version of you. Chase with a brother named Alt? Doesn’t ring a bell. Or maybe Sangria only vaguely resembles someone you know. Do you know anyone who usually wears red, maybe a hoodie? Its red hood is its most distinct characteristic.”

“I mean… Alt is his preferred name now but… he used to be called Anti. If that helps.” Chase mutters. He pulls out his phone, wondering if he can get a message out to Alt. Though… by now his phone might be dead. When the man mentions the red hoodie, Chase freezes and suddenly pales. “…no- no no no there’s no way… there’s no f-fucking way…!” He whispers in disbelief.

"I don't know anyone named Anti, either--huh?" The man looks down at Chase's phone as he pulls it out. He goes a bit pale and quickly walks away, around the desk. He looks like he wants to go further, but then Chase starts freaking out. "Wait, did you actually find a connection?"

Chase whips his head towards the man and then panics more, “No! Cuz there’s… t-there’s so way that thing is Jackie! There’s no way that m-monster is my best friend! No no no- this… this is fucking—!” He grips at his head and shakes it.

"Oh. Um..." The man hesitates, then reaches across the desk and awkwardly, almost comically, pats Chase on the shoulder. "It's... probably just a coincidence. I mean, there are a bunch of people out there who wear red hoodies. I like hoodies. Maybe I'm your Jackie." He laughs, also awkwardly. "I-I don't mean that, really."

Chase blinks up at the man and tries to breathe, “uh… r-right…” He laughs a little and shakes his head. “…maybe I can call you… not Jackie but similar… Jack, maybe-“

The man’s expression brightens. ���Y-yeah! You can do that! N-no problem.”

Chase looks around and furrows his eyebrows, “Hey why… why are you in this radio tower anyways?”

And just as quickly, Jack’s expression darkens again. “Well I uh… I don’t like… being around technology. So this place out in the middle of nowhere seemed perfect. I know, I know, huge radio spire, but everything else in here was stripped away so I thought it was good enough. Like I said earlier, though, it was still kind of freaking me out so I was going to leave soon. Decided to spend one last night here, and… well. You’re so lucky I did.”

"Yeah... i think I am..." Chase hugs himself tightly and then checks his phone again. Definitely dead now. That's what happens when you're in a world without electricity for 3 days. He sighs and shoves his phone in his pocket. "Well you don't have to worry, my phone is dead. But, why are you like- avoiding all that stuff? Usually to do that people like- go off the grid in the woods somewhere."

“God, I’d love to go live in the woods somewhere but I do not have the survival skills for that.” He points to the left, vaguely down the motorway. “There’s a town an hour or two’s walk in that direction, I go there to get food and stuff. As for why… it… has to do with something like Sangria.” He takes a deep breath. “I got targeted by one of them a while ago. I-I escaped, but it… might still be looking for me. It… uses technology. Computers and stuff. So… the less time I can spend around it, the better. Sometimes it can’t be helped though. Like I said, I don’t have the skills to go off grid completely.”

“Oh damn…” Chase mutters, “That’s… terrifying- I can’t imagine trying to… cut myself off from tech. And all alone…“ He sighs and then pushes himself up. “…are- are there a lot of things like Sangria around here? I… i gotta go find my brother…”

“Ha!” Jack laughs, then abruptly covers his mouth to stop himself. “I’m sorry. That’s not funny.” He lowers his hand again, unmuffling his mouth. “To sum it up… yeah? I think so.” He pauses. “If you need help looking for your brother… I’d be happy to join you. I know about a few of them and can probably spot them even if I don’t already know them. I could… be helpful.”

“That’d… that’d be great, Jack.” Bro sighs, “If there’s these bad things around here… I gotta find Alt as soon as possible. He could be in serious trouble…”

Jack nods. “I’m sure your brother can handle himself. You seem tough. I bet he is too.” He walks back around the desk and starts putting away the sleeping bag. “I bet he didn’t pop into this universe—god that sounds ridiculous but why not? Anyway he probably isn’t too far from here. I think the best bet is to walk to that town I mentioned. Even if he’s not there, you can… find somewhere to charge your phone. A-and call him.”

Bro slowly nods and makes sure he has all his stuff. “Yeah… I hope… I hope he’s okay… he’s tough but- he’s been having the worst luck in these worlds…” He holds his arm and grips it right, worry churning in his gut.

Jack pauses. He takes a deep breath. “Well, better hurry then.” He attaches the rolled sleeping bag to the duffel bag and slings it over his shoulder as he stands. “Come on. Better get moving while there’s still light.”

Chase nods, “Yeah I’ll… I’ll follow your lead.”

—————-

Alt awakens slowly, finding himself in a room with white stained walls and a single wooden door. He’s lying down. But when he tries to stand he can’t. He’s strapped to a bed with leather restraints on his wrist, ankles, chest, and waist. Besides the bed, the only other furniture in the room are two large lights, like are used in hospital operating rooms. They’re not on. But somehow the room is evenly lit.

Alt wakes up and when he tries to move- when he feels the tension of the straps- he immediately starts to panic. He starts to hyperventilate as he yanks and writhes, trying to break out of the straps. “No! No no no no! Fuck!!”

The restraints are very secure… but there’s no magic on them. If he could just calm down maybe he could—was that screaming in the distance?

Alt pauses in his panicking to hear the screaming and his blood turns cold. He tries to glitch out of the straps- hopefully whatever he got drugged with didn’t mess with his powers! Please- he needs to get out of here!

It takes a couple tries—he still feels a bit off—but eventually he reappears next to the bed in a flurry of pixels.

Alt gasps as he gets out and then feels his knees shake and he has to lean on the table. He whimpers in fear, he’s shaking so much. But- he needs to get out of here! He stumbles forward and tries to glitch outside of the room.

Again, it takes a minute. Not as long, but longer than he wants. But he soon glitches through the room’s one door and ends up in the hallway outside— And leaning against the wall with folded arms is that same… thing that dragged him in here. One hand holds a bone saw in a loose grip. The other raises, a short wave. “Guten Tag.”

Alt glitches out and stumbles against the wall, holding himself up. He stiffens as he sees the thing- there. He staggers back, heart threatening to beat out of his chest. “no- no no! G-get away from me…!” He yells and tries to push himself away from the wall, stumbling back. He-He should have grabbed a weapon or-can he reach his magic? It feels so- fuzzy. Hard to reach. Electricity crackles around him in small sparks.

It laughs, an amused chuckle like a parent watching a child try to grab something they can’t possibly reach. It doesn’t move. Just watches Alt stagger and scramble. The hallway extends to the left and the right. Left ends in a T intersection. Right ends in a pair of doors.

Alt heaves in panic. He looks between the two options in the hallway. He makes a quick decision and rushes down the right in a clumsy sprint, nearly running into the walls or tripping over his own feet. He rushes through the doors and then tries to look for something to jam against them.

Now this is an operating room. Or… is it called an operating theatre when it’s this old fashioned? The room is circular, with a table in the middle that has the same restraints as the bed Alt woke up on. Around the edges are more lights and trays of sharp instruments. There’s a sink built into the wall but it’s so rusted that it doesn’t look like the knobs will turn. A couple old fashioned wheelchairs are pushed to the side. They also have restraints. If he’s trying to jam the door, maybe… maybe the lights? Or the chairs? The trays are on wheels. Nothing looks too heavy in here…

Alt chokes on a terrified sob as he scrambles to find anything that can help him. He hurries and grabs some of the sharp instruments and then tries to push the wheelchairs up against the door.

As he does that, the doors start to open, pushing into the room. There are locks on the chairs’ wheels that prevent them from rolling, so the doors are blocked for the moment. There’s muttering on the other side. It sounds annoyed. He doesn’t have that long to prepare—!

Alt staggers back and he presses up against the farthest wall. He shakily holds out the tool he found, trying to spark it up with electricity.

The doors burst open, pushing aside Alt’s crude barricade. The stitched up thing stands there. What little Alt can see of its face is irritated, and it’s exchanged the bone saw for a syringe with a long needle. “Du kannst dich hier nicht verstecken,” it growls, approaching him.

Alt yells and then throws the electric charged scalpel at the thing. A distraction. He doesn’t even see if it hits, he then closes his eyes and tries to glitch into the overhead lights. When it doesn’t work though he jolts and looks around. There’s- there’s no overhead lights?? no no fuck-!

The scalpel leaves a small cut in the thing's chest, but that just annoys it more. As Alt stands there trying to find lights that don't exist, it lunges forward, plunging the syringe into Alt's arm. This feels different than the last time. He doesn't feel darkness pulling at him, but his body becomes more and more tired...

Alt screams out in pain and tries to push the thing away. But, his body- he’s losing strength. His knees shake and waver, threatening to give out. His head feels heavy. He chokes on a sob.

“Fuck no-! W-What do you want with me?!” He wails, clumsily hands trying to pry the creature off of him.

"Du bist so faszinierend," it says in a quiet voice, a strange note of awe in its words. It clutches tighter at Alt, dragging him over to the table in the middle of the room. "Dein Schmerz wird köstlich sein." And it pushes him onto its surface.

Alt recognizes two of those words: fascinating and pain. He yells out and tries to fight the thing as it pushes him down, even as his heavy body tries to work against him. “NO! NO LET ME GO! STOP IT!”

But his struggles are of no use. He's too weak and this creature isn't even bothered by him as it applies the straps, keeping Alt's arms spread to either side. There's even one that goes over his neck, preventing him from lifting his head without choking. The creature hums, satisfied, and then starts searching through the sharp implements around the edges of the room—

Alt sobs in terror and tries to struggle but he can barely lift his weak muscles now. He feels like his heart is gonna leap out of his chest. His lungs are working overtime, making him heave breath after terrified breath.

There's... a knock. Like a knock on a door on some other floor of a building. Where did that come from?

Alt hears the knock and tries to turn towards it but he chokes on the strap. So he shuts his eyes and screams out, “HELP!! SOMEONE HELP! PLEASE!!”

The creature raises its head, looking confused and annoyed. It stares at Alt for a long moment...... Then it sighs, disappointed, and quickly leaves the room. The double doors remain ajar but there's nothing Alt can do to reach them right now. Whatever was in that injection is making it hard to glitch.

Alt quietly cries, hating how his body won’t fight anymore. Everything is too heavy. But he’s still awake- he can’t glitch. “C-Chase… chase please w-where are you…?” He whispers to the quiet air.

Not long later, it returns. And there's someone with him. At first, Alt thinks it looks like Jackie--his friend, his friend--but there's something... off about his appearance. The doctor creature from before folds its arms and leans against the wall, while this new person walks up to Alt, looking less and less like Jackie the closer... he... gets.

Alt’s eyes flit to look at the door, and he breathes out in surprise. “J-Jackie?” But then he cuts him off with a gasp and tries to shrink away as the new figure approaches. “…w-who are you…?” He whimpers.

He--it crouches down next to the table so that it's at eye level with Alt. "Who do you want me to be?" it says. "Jackie, you said? Do you want to call me that?"

The thing by the door sighs, irritated. "Dies ist nicht die Zeit für Ihre Spiele!"

"Right, right. Sorry." It flashes a smile. "By now your brother probably knows what I'm called these days, so I'll tell you. Sangria. That's the color your blood is. I assume. I haven't seen it." Its head jerks to the side. "That's Notarzt, if you're curious."

"Hey!" The other one--Notarzt protests. "Ich habe nicht gesagt, dass du es ihm sagen darfst!"

"I-I don't... y-you're not..." Alt stammers in confusion. Then, his eyes widen as this thing- Sangria- mentions his brother. He yells and tries to push against the straps, the air around him trying to glitch. But, he can hardly move. "W-Where is he?! Did you- did you hurt Chase?!"

"I didn't get the chance to, if I'm being honest." Sangria glances back at Notarzt. "£©¥Ĩ was there. He snapped him out of it."

Notarzt stiffens slightly but says nothing.

"But here's the strange thing, Alt," Sangria continues, looking back at him. "I saw him appear out of nowhere. Notarzt said it saw you do the same thing. Why?" It lowers its voice to a whisper. "And you should probably answer. The longer I talk to you, the less time Notarzt gets with you."

Alt shudders and swallows shakily. "I...! W-we're from a-another world-! We... we jumped here- u-using a... a device and- w-we just pop up..! We were trying to go home- we didn't mean to come here-"

"Another world? Fascinating. That would explain why he could fly. You people aren't supposed to be able to do that." Sangria grins. "Let me guess... coming here was an accident? Or... you didn't know what you'd find? I don't think you'd come here if you knew. Unless you were very confident."

"Yeah I... I don't know how- how I picked this one but I... I didn't mean to-! And if.. if you let me find my brother... we- we can get out of here!" Alt pleads, weakly trying to push against the straps, "We didn't know... w-we didn't know...!"

"Do you think we want you to leave here?" Sangria gestures at Notarzt again. "It'd be perfectly happy to keep you here forever... or as long as you last." It sighs. "But it doesn't really make any difference to me. There's already billions of you. And I got bored of death a while ago. This could be something new. Do you think it'll be fun to help you leave?"

Terrified tears still fall off Alt's face as he stammers, "I...I-" He closes his eyes then whimpers out desperately, "I-I can make it fun...!" He shoulders glitch and fizzle and pop, reacting to his emotions.

It's hard to read Sangria's expression as it tilts its head.

But Notarzt seems unhappy with this whole thing. "Das hilft mir nicht, wissen Sie," it grumbles.

"Oh shush, think of this as repayment," Sangria says. "Alright. Alt, did anyone else come here besides you and your brother?"

"M-Mag... A m-magician named Magnificent...! He's here too- I.. I don't know where he is though-" He whispers, eyeing Notarzt and trying to control his shaking.

"Hmm... you don't seem to like him," Sangria says thoughtfully. It grins. "But if you're going back, then he has to go back, doesn't he? Alright." It stands up. "I can make this work. Don't worry. You and your brother and that magician will be going home."

Notarzt cries out, and Sangria hurries over to it. It says something in a quiet voice that Alt can't make out from here. Whatever it is seems to calm Notarzt, which nods.

"This won't take long," Sangria says to Alt. And without another word, it leaves the room through the double doors.

"W-WAIT!" Alt shouts after him, fighting against the straps with a new burst of terror. "I-I thought-! D-D- DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!!" He screams- and a burst of sound waves comes off him, pushing some of the medical trays and equipment back. But- it doesn't do much besides that as Alt sobs, absolutely petrified with fear.

But Sangria is already gone. Notarzt takes a moment to straighten out the equipment, then picks something up and walks over. "Sind Sie bereit?" it asks, holding up a long, thin blade.

Alt stares with wide eyes, breathing rapidly and shaking like a leaf. “n-no… no please-“

Notarzt laughs. It slowly lowers the blade, slicing through Alt's shirt. It pushes the fabric aside and takes a moment to examine things. And then it lowers the blade again and slices a pair of clean lines, tracing the shape of Alt's collarbone.

Alt bites back a scream, clawing fingers into the table below him.

It follows it up with a long line tracing down his sternum, then two more at the bottom where his ribcage ends.

Notarzt exchanges the long blade for a smaller scalpel and some sort of long needle-like object. It leans close and pokes the needle into the cuts it made, occasionally using the scalpel to... hold it open. The needle goes deep. Is it poking against the bone?

Alt does scream now, attempting to kick his feet and claws deeper into the table as he feels something poking his bones! it feels fucking awful. “S-stop- Stop!”

"Hör auf?" Notarzt looks at him, blue eye alight. "Das ist erst der Anfang." But after a while--too long of a while--it does stop, exchanging these tools for a smaller needle and some black thread. "Sie werden dafür stillhalten wollen."

Alt sobs, closing his eyes and trying to calm his breathing but all he can feel is searing pain in his numb body. He can’t help but panic.

And it doesn't end. It's a small piercing at first, and then it goes deeper, beneath the skin into the flesh and muscle. And then comes the pulling, the feeling of something passing through. This is going to take a while. And there will be more after.

Alt screams himself hoarse, screaming and writhing and crying out for his brother. “Help- HELLPPP!!” His screams echo down the hall, sometimes vibrating the walls and shaking the ceiling.

[notthedyingtype]

@dcwnseeker // sam sought jason's help: ""Jason?" Sam's voice is quiet as she speaks into her cell phone. The signal is weak, but this single, small bar is the best she's had since she got up here, and she'll be damned if she doesn't use it. "Jason, can you hear me?" She thinks she hears him talking, but it's garbled and cuts out, and it could just be weird sounds in the static. Or wishful thinking on her part that he's even there. "If you can, it's Sam, and I need your help. Please, help." She repeats the last two words emphatically, hoping that, if anything gets through to him, it's those two words."

fingers twitch against the neck of the bottle in his hands, chestnut hues drifting to the face down cell phone on the coffee table. it was rare he got a phone call -- even rarer on a wednesday night. brows knit together as he bends forward to pick it up.

SAM GIDDINGS

his next door neighbor. giving her his number only days before had just been a pre-caution, he didn't think that she would actually call him, &&. now that she is? worry spikes into his throat &&. he answers his phone only a few minutes later, praying his hesitation hasn't worsened whatever predicament she is currently in.

"sam?" nothing is clear. static eats every word spoken, but he still tries. "sam, where are you?" all he knew was she went on a trip. somewhere to spend time with friends after an incident last year where two went missing. he'd probably be able to find where with that alone, it still never hurt to ask. "h-help? help where?"