#yes i know his jacket doesn't have buttons but how else am i supposed to fit in excruciatingly subtle Fry & Laurie references without them

[mrghostrat]

who am i to refuse a warmup crowley meme

[philomenie]

Shadow Warrior

Hitman! Jolly - Part 2

CN despair, grief, mention of abortion, mafiatheme, violence, sexual tension, cheating, guilt, thoughts/ plans for exhumation +18

If I forgot to mark something as CN, please let me know so I can add it!

@nojoyontheburn @jilliemiw86 @dsireland86 @aubrey-melinoe

THREE

The alarm and surveillance system is quickly concerned. Olivia knows Doi would have gotten and installed one for her in a heartbeat, but her anger at him is overflowing right now, even though she doesn't know for sure if he lied to her or not. With squealing tires, she pulls into the driveway of her house, turns off the engine and slams the doors. When she runs to Alma, she is already standing in the doorway, looking at her anxiously.

“Can Daniel install the surveillance system for me?” she wants to know without further ado. “Uh... yes, sure... when?” Alma wants to know, caught off guard. “Preferably today?” growls Olivia. “Today? It's already late....” gulps Alma, but turns around and calls for her son, who is lounging in front of the TV in the living room. The 23-year-old sneaks up grumpily.

When he sees Olivia, he stretches and puts on a friendly face, “Hola chica....” he grins. “Can you install a surveillance system for me? Now?” Olivia wants to know without further ado. “Now?” Daniel stares at her in disbelief. “Now!” growls Olivia. “Okay....” Daniel nods, stretching and pulls on his sneakers, grabs his sweat jacket and picks up his cell phone, scrolling. “Who do you want to call?” his mother wants to know. “Miguel, Diego, Alvaro.....” lists Daniel, ”The three of them know their way around....” “More likely how to switch off a surveillance system,” snorts Alma, lips pressed together. “That's why!” grins Daniel as he types a message to his friends. Olivia prepares sandwiches for the boys in her kitchen, while Milo skeptically observes the four young men tinkering around in his home. When Olivia brings the platter of sandwiches to the boys, they all beam at her. “Gracias!” they all nod and tuck in. “Hmm, we'll be done soon. All the cameras are installed outside. Inside too now, we just have to activate it!” chews Daniel. “Great!” Olivia sighs with relief, ”I'm incredibly grateful!” “No problem....” grins Daniel.

When they have finished eating, Alvaro shows Olivia how to activate the system, the tablet with the surveillance images and shows her how and where to store the codes. “Not difficult, really, all in all. Then press this button here and the system is active!” he smiles. “You're great, guys!” Olivia smiles gratefully as her cell phone buzzes on the kitchen counter. Frowning, she looks to see who is calling her and her face stiffens. “Noah.....” she hisses. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” he snarls at her. “HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW WHAT I'M DOING?” she hisses back. “Jesus Christ, you agreed to let my men protect you... so how else was I supposed to know what you were up to in your house with four half-wits!” Doi snarls. “Please, what???” What am I up to???” Olivia gasps, ”Are you fucking serious now?? What do you think I'm DOING?” Doi takes a few deep breaths in and out before answering, “I just want to make sure you're okay... my men weren't sure what those guys were.... What they're doing in your house.” “They're my neighbor's son and his friends. They installed a surveillance system for me!” rumbles Olivia. “In the middle of the night?” Doi gasps in amazement. “In the middle of the night... yes!” Olivia hisses back.

“Why? I mean... why at this hour, now? And why didn't you ask me to do that? I could have installed a perfect security system for you, door and window locks.....” he explains, irritated. “Fuck... I didn't even think about door and window locks....” Olivia chews on her lower lip. “What the fuck is going on, Olivia?” Doi now wants to know from her. “A guy snuck around my house today...a tall, lean, broad-shouldered guy.... Dressed in black.....” growls Olivia. Silence. “You come to my house... stay with me for now!” Doi declares without thinking about it, immediately realizing WHO was sneaking around Olivia's house. “No, certainly not!” Olivia hisses immediately. “I'll tell my men to bring you here now!” decides Doi, without listening to Olivia. “FUCK, Noah, NO!” hisses Olivia angrily, ”You're not listening to me!” “Then go and see Nadja! But you sure as hell ain't staying in this fucking house alone with some motherfucker sneaking around your house!” hisses Doi. “I thought your men were protecting me!” she challenges him. “Olivia.....” Doi breathes in and out again, ”Please... I'm really worried....” “Why? Do you know who it could be?” she wants to know. “No!” comes the answer immediately. “Hmm” mumbles Olivia, unconvinced, ‘What I wanted to ask you....’ but then she breaks off, having changed her mind. “What did you want to ask?” Doi wants to know.

“Forget it... it wasn't important!” Olivia deflects. “Ok... if you don't want to go to my place or Nadja's, then I'll come to yours!” Doi growls and gets up, walking to his front door. “Fuck, what.... NO! No way!” Olivia hisses, ”I'm certainly not letting you into my house, let alone spend the night here!” “You had a choice, if you're going to be that stubborn, I might as well be!” growls Doi and hangs up. Damn it... that was Karlsson, Doi is convinced. Olivia stares at her cell phone in horror, dials Doi's contact again, but he doesn't pick up. “FUCK!” she screams angrily. “Problems?” Daniel wants to know. All the boys stare at her. “Yes... no... yes, yes we are!” growls Olivia angrily. “Should we stay here?” Diego wants to know. Olivia gnaws on her lower lip but then shakes her head, she can deal with Doi herself. “No, go ahead and thank you again!” she nods and accompanies the boys out of the house. Milo wags his tail contentedly. Olivia strokes him over his head, “We're probably getting another visitor... you can bite him....” Milo looks at her questioningly and Olivia rolls her eyes, “I was joking..... Well, maybe not!” she shrugs her shoulder and puts the dishes away. It's not long before the doorbell rings.

Olivia knows immediately who it is. She opens the door. “Noah!” she nods brittlely. “Let me in!” he growls and pushes past her. Milo growls menacingly, which makes Doi pause. “Yours?” he asks, stunned. “Yes... Milo!” Olivia hisses and stands next to her dog, patting his head to show him that everything is all right. “Since when have you had a dog?” Doi asks in surprise. “Since I moved in!” Olivia nods, ”So you see, I'm protected... your men are still at the door... tomorrow I'll get door and window locks. Nothing can happen to me!” Doi grinds his jaw... “I'd feel more comfortable....” “But not me... I'm not going to your place!” Olivia shakes her head vigorously. “Olivia...” sighs Doi and walks towards her but is stopped by the growling Milo, ”Fuck, can't you put the dog in another room?” “No.....” replies Olivia with a raised eyebrow. “Fine... then don't!” growls Doi, taking a step back from Olivia. “Noah... I want to go to bed slowly... it's been a busy day. Please go now!” Olivia nods. “Then I'll stay here....” grumbles Doi. “Forget it!” hisses Olivia, ”You're leaving!” “Fuck, Olivia, you're the most stubborn wench I've ever met!” hisses Doi. “I've been told THAT before....” Olivia whispers harshly and Doi winces. “Karlsson.....” he mutters. Olivia nods slowly, “Joakim!” her voice trembles as she says his name.

“Olivia... I...” Doi breaks off, knowing he's getting nowhere, “Well... I'll go.....” he swallows. “Yes, please!” Olivia whispers softly. But before he leaves her house, he goes to her, pulls her into his arms and holds her close. Olivia freezes at first, wants to push him away, but then she wraps her arms around his neck and buries her face in the crook of his neck. His cologne slightly numbs her senses. “I want you to be okay....” Doi whispers huskily, kissing the top of her head. “I know...” nods Olivia, allowing herself to snuggle against him, eliciting a soft sigh from Doi. “Olivia, I...” his hands run down her back. “Don't Noah.... Don't break it, please!” Olivia whispers pleadingly and Doi stops, just holding her and closing his eyes, wishing the moment would last.

Joakim feels sick, everything is spinning in his head and he has to put down the scope he's been using to watch Olivia from a distance. He feels so sick that he retches and vomits. Panting and trembling, he then sits down on the floor and stares straight ahead in despair. Damn... Olivia and Doi.... He had suspected it, but didn't want to admit it because it was simply too unbelievable for him... still is.

He notices hot tears forming in the corners of his eyes, breaking their path and running down his cheeks. FUCK... he feels a hot burning and stinging in his chest, his heart feels like it's going to burst into a thousand pieces. Liv.... Damn... why?! He blames himself, he should have gone to her as soon as he felt better. He shouldn't have waited a second longer... but it's too late for that now. Doi has taken her, taken her away from him. Raging anger boils up inside him. He owes Doi a lot, he is well aware of that.... But he can't forgive him for that. Absolutely not. The bastard will pay for this, Joakim swears hatefully. “Do you really want me to leave?” Doi whispers tenderly in Olivia's ear. She breaks away from him and looks at him, nodding, “Yes, you have to go!” she swallows harshly. “Good....” sighs Doi, stroking her cheek lovingly in farewell and leaving her house. Heart pounding, Olivia closes her door, locks it tight and checks all the windows and other doors again. She closes all the blinds and then goes up to her bedroom with Milo, where she sinks down on her bed, exhausted. Damn... what was that again.... She can't see Doi again... at least not for a while... not for a long while! Because it's not just his proximity that irritates her, no, the first thing she has to find out is whether Joakim is really dead or whether he might still be alive. In the unlikely event that this happens, she will find him and then strangle him! And then Doi, Nicholas, Nadja and Alexei, for lying to her and putting her through hell again and again, every single day since his death. The next day, two of Doi's men turn up at Olivia's door. “Yes?” she wants to know with narrowed eyes. “He wants us to completely secure her house!” one of them explains. “Ok.....” nods Olivia, stretching, but lets the two of them in, who immediately get to work and install security bolts and motion detectors all over the house, on the windows and doors, then check the alarm system and the surveillance system, all under the watchful and skeptical eyes of Milo. “All right!” nods one of them a little later and without another word they leave Olivia's house again, who closes the door behind them. She almost realized that her cell phone would buzz shortly afterwards. “Noah...” she sighs as she picks up. “Are the two of them ready?” he wants to know immediately. “Yes, they are!” nods Olivia, ”Thank you!” “Like I said, I want you to be safe! I'll have my men keep an extra eye on everything and if anyone tries to get near you again, they'll intercept the guy first!” growls Doi.

“Hmm,” nods Olivia, who immediately thinks of Joakim again as the man who has been sneaking around her house. “Olivia.... I'm afraid I have to go... how about we meet for dinner later?” suggests Doi. “Uh... bad, I'm on late duty!” Olivia immediately fends him off, ‘Another time!’ she puts him off and quickly hangs up, firstly to stifle the conversation and secondly she has to get ready for her shift. Doi stares at his cell phone in amazement, but he has to go, he can't call her again because his guests have already arrived and are already waiting for him. Doi strides energetically through the corridor of his house, which leads him into the spacious living room. He wants to give the conversation a private character, try to keep it on a friendly level. He can always pull out the big guns later. So he approaches the shorter man in front of him with a smile and gives him a friendly pat on the shoulder, “Folio, long time no see!” “Hmm,” nods Nick Folio, now head of the Italian mafia here, ”But I don't get the feeling this is happening because you were pining for me, Doi!” “Well, no!” Doi laughs and asks him to take a seat. “Drink?” he asks him as he goes to the bar to pour himself a Hennessey. “Hmm, yes, why not!” Folio nods and Doi hands him the glass and pours himself another.

“So, what do you want from me?” Folio sighs after taking a big gulp, ”Or let me guess... Nadja complained!” he grins. “What do you mean complained... you know that I support her, we have an agreement and it's, shall we say, unfavorable if you start invading her territory with your drugs!” Doi looks at him insistently. “Hmm” Folio puts his head to one side, looks at Doi challengingly, ”You know that I'm married to Yelena, Volkov's cousin.....” “That's no secret!” Doi snorts in amusement, ”What are you getting at?” “Well, it does give me a certain entitlement, don't you think?” Folio looks lurkingly at Doi. “No!” he shakes his head, ”Nadja is the head and will remain so! YOU have no claim to anything at all!” “Hmm, I see it a bit differently... and so do some others!” Folio glares at Doi. “Nick... I'm sure you don't want any trouble with Nadja and me.... Because that's what it would come down to!” sighs Doi. “I'd call your bluff.....” nods Folio. “You'd really provoke a conflict? Why? That's stupid, you're already the head of your organization!” shaking his head, Doi looks at Folio. “I'm just ambitious!” Folio laughs and sinks back into the soft couch. “Then don't have such ambitions...” Doi growls and empties his glass, ”Don't let it come to that... it would only mean stress, unnecessary bloodshed.... And at what cost? Your life!” Folio laughs out loud, shaking his head, “Damn, you really think you're dealing with a stupid boy here, don't you?” “If you're acting like one....” growls Doi, draining his glass. Folio looks at Doi with narrowed eyes, “I'm going to get what's coming to me, Nobu!” he declares sternly. “Then this will cost you dearly, very dearly!” hisses Doi, ”I'm warning you one last time. Leave it alone, Folio, retire to your territories with your machinations and leave Nadja alone!” “And if I say no.....” smiles Folio “Like I said.... If your head means so little to you..... your wife's, your family's.......” Doi enumerates. Folio nods slowly, “That's exactly what I expected..... You can't scare me, Nobu, because I have a lot of people behind me, influential people who all have a score to settle with you.....” Doi clenches his jaw, “Cut the childishness!” “God, it's really not childishness!” Folio laughs, puts his empty glass on the marble table in front of him, stands up, ”You'll realize that very soon. Don't bother, I'll find out on my own!” and leaves. Doi stares after him angrily. The next little wanker after Volkov who wants to piss on him, fabulous!

The next few days are uneventful, Olivia pushes ahead with work and overtime to prevent a meeting with Doi. Doi actually has his hands full trying to keep the peace between the organizations, but Folio is now doing everything he can to break it for good. “That fucking asshole! He attacked my couriers and had them killed!” Nadja screams angrily as she paces back and forth in Doi's living room. Nicholas looks at her worriedly, “Querida.... Calm down... it's not good for you!” Doi gives him a suspicious look and it has the exact opposite effect on Nadja, who becomes even more agitated, “Shut the fuck up, I know what's good for me and what's not, you fucking bastard!” Doi and Nicholas both draw in a sharp breath, Doi grinning, Nicholas dismayed. “Fuck... forget it, Nick... I mean, fuck... I'm sorry, but leave me with your advice... I really don't need it right now!” she gasps pale and suddenly runs out of the room. Stunned, Doi looks after her, then turns to his friend, “WHAT the hell is wrong with her? I need her focused and analytical as ever, not so headless....” Nicholas rolls his eyes and sinks into the couch, shrugging his shoulders.

Doi looks at him urgently with narrowed eyes, “You should tell me the truth now, Nicky, I know you too well not to notice if you're trying to hide something from me!” Nicholas looks at Doi fatalistically, shrugs his shoulders again, but can't help grinning. Doi's mouth drops open as he realizes the situation, “No... no, no, no... don't tell me she's pregnant.... God, you fucking bastard... you already have enough brats... now one more and with her of all people??? What do you think will happen when this gets out?” Nicholas shrugs his shoulder again, “We have everything under control, a plan, it will work, nobody else will notice.... Olivia is supporting us medically!” “Olivia... of course... OF COURSE SHE knows!” Doi hisses angrily. “Nobu.... Now listen to me very carefully! Just leave her alone, ok? She doesn't belong to you and never will!” Nicholas explains seriously. “What do you know!” Doi hisses angrily at him, ”There's something between us!” “Maybe, but it's not strong enough, my friend, for her to ever choose you over Karlsson!” growls Nicholas. Doi presses his jaws together angrily.

Nicholas looks at Doi seriously, “Nobu, please, don't come between them. It won't end well for you and you'll lose them anyway!” Doi's gaze flashes briefly to his friend and Nicholas turns pale, “No Nobu!” he growls angrily, “No... you won't harm a hair on Karlsson's head, do you hear me?” “Well, if he should show up here and do stupid things....” hisses Doi. “Stupid things... like getting Olivia? Is that what you mean?” Nicholas wants to know angrily. Doi clenches his jaw again. “FUCK, Nobu, cut the shit!” Nicholas yells at him angrily. “What kind of shit is he supposed to leave?” Nadja wants to know, still pale and slightly shaky as she comes back into the living room. “Nothing....” comes out of the two men's mouths at the same time. Nadja looks at them annoyed, “Really now? Come on, Nick, tell me what's going on here!” “You better tell me what's going on with YOU!” Doi goes into attack mode. Nadja's gaze flits to Nicholas, who prefers to study the carpet under his feet intently. “If you ask me like that, I'm sure you already know!” Nadja hisses at Doi. “OUT THERE... and how do you intend to solve the problem?” hisses Doi. “Ruffilo here will have already explained that to you, won't he?” Nadja hisses back and Nicholas flinches at the mention of just his surname, looking loyally at Nadja, who ignores his gaze. “And I want to know what YOU were talking about!” she growls. “Nothing else!” hisses Doi and at the same time Nicholas replies, ‘Olivia... Olivia and Karlsson, that Nobu should stay out of it!’. Nadja turns pale again, “He's really back, right?” she wants to know. “He probably is.... A guy matching his description has been sneaking around Olivia's house. She's got a security and surveillance system now and my men know to check out anyone acting suspiciously. No matter where!” growls Doi. “You won't hurt him!” hisses Nadja, ”Because otherwise you can forget all the agreements between us!” Astonished, Doi and Nicholas look at Nadja, who shakes her head angrily, “The bastard saved my life, I love him, besides, I wasn't looking for him under all that rubble for YOU to get rid of him now. You can so forget it!” Nicholas laughs quietly to himself, “You heard her Nobu... wise advice my friend, don't mess with a pregnant woman, you can only lose!” “Like I'd have him killed!” growls Doi. “You must have thought about it!” Nadja replies coolly and Doi rolls his eyes, but says nothing more.

When Olivia leaves the hospital that evening, she immediately notices the hairs on the back of her neck stand up again and she looks around. She recognizes Noah's men in her SUV. But that's not it and Olivia knows it. Someone else is watching her too.... But who? She looks around again, her heart pounding. Joakim, if it's you, please, please, show yourself, she pleads in her mind, sliding her thumb on her engagement ring so that it moves back and forth. A gesture she now makes more and more often, especially when she is nervous. Just like she bites her lower lip. OK, she's driving herself completely crazy with the whole thing. She needs certainty and she knows how to get it... the only question is how she can dig up his coffin unnoticed to check... She also has to get rid of her annoying guards. She feverishly thinks about how. Daniel and his friends can certainly be persuaded to help her... only the problem with Doi's men remains... Somehow she has to manage to leave her house unnoticed and then get to the cursed cemetery. As she continues to ponder, lost in thought, she suddenly runs into the street and if strong hands hadn't suddenly grabbed her and pulled her off the road, the car speeding past her would have hit her one hundred percent. Strong arms hold her trembling body pressed against a broad chest and Olivia breathes in a familiar smell, she closes her eyes only to be released the next moment and the warmth, the smell and the familiar feeling disappear instantly. Staggering and irritated, she opens her eyes again, “Joakim....” she gasps and looks around in panic, but can't recognize anyone near her, only Doi's two idiots running towards her.

Stunned and trembling, she brushes her hair back. That WAS Joakim, it must have been him.... It could only have been him. Her body remembers his, so the absence of it triggers pain in her. God... he's alive... he must be alive, that was him, that was definitely him, it races through her head and Olivia feels like she's losing her mind.

“Are you all right?” one of Doi's men wants to know. Olivia nods, “Hmm...” then looks the man in the eye, “Who was that? Who pulled me back?” “Some guy who appeared out of nowhere and just as quickly disappeared back into the back alley he came from!” the man shrugs. “What did he look like....” gulps Olivia. “Phew, just a guy. Tall, dressed in black, probably some bum.... He had a slight limp, a long scar on his face, which you could see at a glance... because his baseball cap was pulled low over his face!” Doi's man describes the guy. “Limped? Scar?” Olivia whispers, frozen, ”His hair... did you see that? His hands?” “No... I don't know, the guy also had his hood pulled over his cap, hands were in cut-off gloves! Why is that so important?” the man wants to know. “Simply because....” gulps Olivia, but says nothing more. God, it's Joakim, it can't be anything else, Olivia is now absolutely certain. His smell, his body, just everything, his touch, even if it was brief, everything in her has remembered. It's him, it's pounding in her head. But why has he disappeared again?

Joakim's heart beats in his throat as he walks through the narrow side streets of the neighborhood, staring down. His hand is shaking again and he has to hold her with his other hand. FUCK, to have been so close to Olivia, to have held her in his arms, even if it was only for a brief moment.... Just everything inside him screams desperately for her. Damn it... he can't leave her to Doi. Never! He's just realized that absolutely. He will fight for her, by any means at his disposal, even if it means killing Doi!

“Olivia, is everything all right?!” Doi's voice almost cracks. “Yes, Noah, everything's fine!” Olivia sighs as she licks the yogurt spoon and closes the fridge door with a kick. Milo looks at her reproachfully. “Damn... what was that earlier?” Doi wants to know. “I was careless, ran into the street and a guy pulled me back, that's all. I'm sure your men have already told you!” she shrugs her shoulders with deliberate indifference. “Yes, absolutely, that's why I'm calling!” growls Doi. “Noah, I'm tired... I'm fine.... Well, I'd like to hang up now!” Olivia explains seriously.

“Olivia... I.... listen, don't you want to come to my place?” Doi asks her. “No, Noah, like I said, I'm fine, I'm safe here... everything's fine!” Olivia explains again, ”Besides, I'm on early duty tomorrow, so.....” “It's fine, but if there's anything, call me!” Doi asks her. “I will... and thanks!” Olivia smiles and quickly hangs up. “Your lover?” Daniel wants to know with a grin. “He'd like that!” Olivia shrugs her shoulders, which makes Daniel grin even bigger. “So, what about... you and your friends, will you help me?” Olivia wants to know seriously. “This is a really weird move, you know that?” Daniel wants to know. “I'm absolutely aware of that!” Olivia explains matter-of-factly, ”But I need to know!” “And there's no other way than to dig up his body?” asks Daniel. “To be absolutely sure... yes!” Olivia nods determinedly, ”I no longer trust my so-called friends. Because if he's alive, and I've been assuming that since today, then they've been lying to me the whole time!” “Him too.... So if he's still alive. Why didn't the guy come to you straight away, I don't understand!” Daniel shrugs his shoulder.

“I don't quite understand that either....” Olivia swallows, thinking about the words of Doi's man.... He was limping and had a long scar on his face.... Is that why? Olivia feels sick to her stomach. God, he survived that damn explosion... with what kind of severe injuries Olivia doesn't really want to imagine, probably took forever to get back on his feet and then doesn't dare come to her? Because of the scars? Physical limitations? God, what an idiot, Olivia thinks to herself angrily, what an absolute idiot! Or was it Noah... Olivia goes cold as ice... did Noah stop him? God, that would really look like him.... Olivia has to sit down. “Hey, are you all right? You look like you're about to keel over!” Daniel puts a worried hand on her shoulder. “Hmm, no, everything's fine!” mumbles Olivia, who has to digest the thought she just had for the first time. Would Noah really? Olivia just can't wrap her head around it, even though she knows how ruthless he can be. How far would he go is the next question that pops into Olivia's head... would he... would he have Joakim eliminated? Now? Now that he's back? Olivia feels sick at the thought.

“Hey, are you going to puke?” Daniel looks at her in horror. “No... just need some fresh air!” gasps Olivia, jumping up and ripping open the porch door, sucking the cold night air into her lungs. FUCK... she needs certainty and she needs it now! Olivia turns back to Daniel, “How quickly can you get everything organized?” she wants to know from him. “Hmm, at least a week... we have to match the times of the night watchman, the routines. We'll get the equipment quickly! I'm sure the boys will be there!” Daniel estimates. “Good, then please take care of it!” growls Olivia determinedly. “Wow.... We really are digging up a corpse!” grins Daniel. “Or whatever it was that I had to bury over two years ago!” Olivia hisses angrily.

Olivia avoids talking to Noah or even seeing him for the next few days. She also makes herself scarce with Nadja, as she first has to be absolutely certain whether Joakim is alive or not. Neither Doi nor Nadja really notice this, as they both have their hands full with the little asshole Folio, as Nadja calls him from now on. Folio seems to have taken it into his head to take over Nadja's territory and sell his drugs in her area. There have already been a few bloody confrontations in the short time that has passed, resulting in some deaths. Nadja is beside herself with rage as Folio becomes increasingly brazen. Even a phone call to Jelena hasn't helped, as this stupid turkey, in Nadja's words, sticks by her fucking husband. Nicholas is more than worried, not only about Nadja and their child, for whom this excitement is certainly not good, but also about the situation as a whole, which could easily escalate completely. To put it mildly, Doi is completely fed up with Folio's takeover activities, as he is now also causing stress in his area. “That little wanker is going too far... he's completely over the top!” rages Doi in Nadja's office, ”He's blown a major drug deal.... Just marched into the building with his fucking henchmen and gunned everyone down.....” “Your security leaves a lot to be desired if he managed to do it so easily!” growls Nicholas, who is also in the office, just like Alexei, who is watching and listening to everything tensely. “I HAVE provided security... My men were taken by surprise like that... and he must have planted an informer... I can't explain it any other way!” he looks angrily at Nadja, ”We should go through everything carefully and take it apart so that we can find those who might be working with Folio.” Nadja nods thoughtfully, “We're poking around in a haystack!” she grumbles, “It could be anyone!” “Jelena... have you talked to her?” Doi wants to know. “I have... not a chance, she's 100% with her husband, the wanker!” growls Nadja and leans back, thinking. “WE would have to smuggle someone into Folio or buy.... How much would that cost us?” she then explains. “Pah, I don't know.... Who are you going to bribe to go against Folio? His men are devoted to him and absolutely loyal... he leads them well, that's the problem... if he was like Kolja... then we'd have a chance, but Folio is too good!” Doi hisses angrily.

“We can't just stand idly by and watch Folio get more and more powerful!” growls Alexei.

“No, certainly not... that's why it's time for a counterattack, even if that means war within the organizations. But there's no other way. Folio has to be put in his place... if he doesn't accept it, he'll just have to die!” Doi declares sternly. “God, why did he have to start this shit.... Didn't give him a break?” Nadja hisses angrily and suddenly contorts her face, turns pale and gasps. Nicholas is immediately at her side, “Querida, what's wrong?” he asks anxiously, placing his hand on her back. “Hmm. I don't think anything else....” she gasps, until she winces in pain again. Doi and Alexei, who have been watching the whole thing, exchange quick glances. “FUCK, are you in pain?!” Nicholas is suddenly beside himself. With tear-filled eyes, Nadja nods and holds her belly, “It stings so strangely!” Nicholas turns white as a sheet, then pulls back the desk chair Nadja is sitting on, reaches under her legs and back and lifts her up. “Nobu... we're going to your clinic!” he says firmly and is already about to leave the room with Nadja in his arms. Nadja has wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest, gritting her teeth to stop herself from crying because she is suddenly terrified of losing her child. Doi and Alexei are immediately at Nicholas' side, Alexei runs ahead to open the doors.

Nicholas puts Nadja in the back seat of Doi's SUV and sits with her. Doi gets into the driver's seat, Alexei into the passenger seat and as soon as the doors are closed, Doi roars off. “Call Olivia!” he growls to Alexei, who immediately pulls out his cell phone and presses Olivia's number. It takes a while for Olivia to pick up. “Alexei?” she calls questioningly. “It's Nadja, she's in stabbing pain... we're on our way to the clinic... Doi's!” he swallows.

“OK... I'll make sure I get out of here... it may take a while....” Olivia explains, startled, ”Can you give it to me?” As Alexei hands the cell phone to Nadja, the SUV is hit first by a blast, then by a deafening noise, and Doi almost wrenched the steering wheel so far that they crashed into parked cars. Cursing, he brings the car back under control and looks in horror in the rear-view mirror. Everyone else looks around too, where they can see a large cloud of smoke and flames. “FUCK... what's blown up?” gasps Alexei in horror. Nicholas wraps his arms tighter around Nadja, a lump in his throat as he searches Doi's gaze. Both men nod grimly at each other. Nadja blinks towards the rear window, “That... was that, was that explosion OUR building?” she whispers in horror.“I suppose so!” growls Doi, who hasn't stopped or driven back, but continues on towards the clinic. His face is contorted with rage. “It could only have been Folio!” grumbles Nicholas, pale with rage, ”God... we'd all be dead now if Nadja hadn't been in pain!” At these words, Nadja clings to Nicholas, who kisses her forehead. In the meantime, Alexei has tried to reach some of the men who were in the building. “No answer,” he whispers hatefully as his cell phone buzzes. Olivia. “FUCK....what was that noise?” she wants to know immediately. Doi takes the cell phone from Alexei's hand, “Probably a bomb. Folio must have had it smuggled into the building...” “God....” gasps Olivia in horror, having to sit down, ”Are you all right?! Are Nadja and Nicholas with you too?” “Yes, we're all here, we're going on to the clinic now! I'll tell my men outside to take you there too. I want you with me.... That you're protected!” Doi explains seriously. “What if this fucking guy has planted more bombs? In your house, your business premises? The clinic?” gasps Olivia. “Hardly possible!” growls Doi, but Olivia's objection has made him uneasy, ”Please Olivia, just do what I asked you to do. Let me bring you here!” “Ok... I'll need a moment, have to take care of a replacement!” she gulps, ”Fine by me then!” “Thanks....” whispers Doi, ‘I can't lose you!’ he then adds before hanging up.

Every pair of eyes in the SUV is focused on Doi, who studiously ignores them. “Nicholas, call Geto, tell him to search my houses, all the factories, everything!” growls Doi, then glances at Nadja, ”You should do the same... who knows....” Nadja turns pale, “Sergei!” she whispers, “We have to warn him!” Alexei is already dialing the number, “Don't worry, I'll take care of everything!” he hisses. “Folio will pay for this, pay dearly!” growls Doi coldly.

[weepinglevi]

patience is a virtue

summary: college!au. all aged up. eren and reader continue with their sexual escapades. find part one here! warnings: 18+ minors dni. dirty text messages, dirty talk. dom!eren and bratty reader (i suppose?). throat fucking and semi-public sex. (no p in v tho) word count: around 3.5k A/N: i have a love/hate relationship with this eren ahaha, he's been ruling my brainrot ever since the last part so i hope you enjoy! there will be a part three eventually, so be on the lookout for that! enjoy your read and feedback is greatly appreciated! xx

you awake to your phone vibrating somewhere next to you. the hope of it only being a one-time occurrence quickly proven to be false as it just wouldn't stop. brr-brr. a second of silence. brr-brr. pause. brr-brr.

taking a mental note to never go to sleep again without turning off your phone, you roll over to your other side and try to ignore it. you could simply answer the texts, but that meant you'd have to open your eyes. and that whoever was texting you would win this weird battle you've just come up with in your head.

"if you don't pick up your goddamn phone, i'll smack you over the head with it," sasha groans from the other side of your shared dorm, words coming slurry with her tiredness.

brr-brr.

"i could also stick it up your ass, your decision," a pillow comes flying to your head, serving as enough of a warning for you to sit up in your bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"quit moaning, i'll turn it off now," you yawn, feeling around your bed for your phone, "you never hear me complaining about the shit you do in the middle of the night."

"that's because my shit is funny and not fucking annoying," she scoffs, followed by a muted thump as she is sinking back down into her pillows. sasha's way of ending the conversation.

you find your phone half-tucked underneath your pillow, the display already lighting up again. someone is desperate for attention, you think to yourself and unlock your phone with an annoyed sigh. the messages were coming from an unknown number.

thinking about your wet pussy. this is eren, btw. historia gave me your number. i told her you wouldn't mind you don't mind, do you?

in a matter of seconds, your heart is beating in your throat once more, just like this afternoon in that godforsaken computer lab. ears growing hot at his words, you could almost imagine the sound of him laughing at you again. with trembling fingers, you scroll down further.

anyway, let's do it again sometime i told you. i'll never let you forget about how you moaned my name i'm also not forgetting about how badly i want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, so it's a win-win see ya, then

staring down at your phone, you don't know if you should answer him. and even if you would answer his texts, what the hell should you say? "fucking bastard," the words escaping your mouth before even realizing that you'd better keep quiet. the only thing that could make this situation any worse was if sasha were to wake up again.

scratch that, you think as you see eren's new messages.

how badly do you want to suck my cock? you looked really hot today, covered in my cum what, you're shy again?

there are two ways this could go: either you stand up, put on some clothes, and then go to eren's dorm to let hell rain upon him - or simply mute your phone and ignore him. deciding to go with the latter, you lie back down and save his number as "fuckhead", a small grin forming on your face. if he wants to be childish, then you can be, too.

the display still lighting up at a steady pace, you have to fight the urge to open his other messages. to physically prevent yourself from grabbing your phone again, you put your hands between your thighs and sigh. what the hell have i gotten myself into?

"so, who am i gonna have to teach some manners today?", sasha asks in the morning, "because there are only two valid reasons for sending that many texts in the middle of the night," she sits up in her bed and bends over to reach for her phone, "either someone's dead or there's a food sale."

cringing at the thought of having to read the countless other messages eren has sent throughout the night, you try to laugh at her comment, "of course, when there's food involved, you're all for it."

"girl's gotta eat," she claims, thankfully being too distracted by something on her phone to notice your strange behavior, "i'm gonna be back later than usual today, connie wants me to be his wingman again."

starting to go off on a tangent about how connie should just get a dating app already, sasha's words become more of background noise to you. you want to know what he wrote. what he has in store for you. at the same time, you curse yourself out. you're turning into a headless chicken and all of it because of eren fucking yeager?

you nod here and there, offering her a "yes" at what you believe to be fitting moments, desperately hoping she doesn't catch up on your restlessness. all the while the two of you are getting ready for the day. this goes on for a few more minutes and you have no clue what she's talking about now, so you decide to grab your phone and stand up.

"i'm gonna go for a run around campus, you want coffee?" you blurt out, interrupting her monologue. the device in your hand feels as if it's burning through your skin. slipping into your trainers, you're already halfway out the room, her perplexed "uh- yes, please," being muffled by the door closing behind you.

it's still warm outside - not as hot as yesterday, but warm enough for you to be glad to have forgotten your cardigan earlier. you let out a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. even though you told sasha you'd be out for a run, you walk at a slow pace.

some people are already wandering around campus, most of them on their way to a lecture. at this time in the morning, everyone has their heads full with their own worries so no one notices you slowly making your way off-campus.

arriving at a little park surrounded by trees, you sit down on the bench farest off. you notice your heart fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird when pulling the phone out of your back pocket. fuck him, you think once again while typing in your code. fuck him for making me feel this way.

12 unread messages.

didn't seem all too shy when i had my hand wrapped around your throat no need to play hard to get when i already had you if that makes sense? haven't fucked you yet doesn't mean i won't get to fuck you

all you want is to feel appalled by these messages. to screenshot them and send them to the dean. maybe even to his mother. sickened with yourself though, you already feel the familiar warmth creeping up your body, curling up in your abdomen.

i know you want it, too how fucking needy you were for me getting yourself off in public to the thought of me maybe you can tell me what exactly you were thinking of? gonna make sure to let your dreams come true, princess

pet names? you clench your fist at the thought of eren leaning over you, breathing the word princess into your ear. you have an inkling that he'd say it mockingly; spitting it out whilst gathering your hair in a ponytail, arching your back forcefully, and slamming his length into you without mercy.

no. you hate pet names. at least, you've always hated them.

i'm gonna find out if you're ignoring me right now remember, you're not the best actress. fucking suck at it, actually wouldn't want to be punished now, would we?

his last message echoed in your head. still coming to terms with the fact of what happened yesterday, now you have to deal with a whole new revelation: eren yeager being a cocky motherfucker pushing all the right buttons for you. even though you want to blast his ass for this, the mere thought of him being near you again is too sweet of an imagination.

you want to play this game, too. for whatever reason keep on riding this high, and you just know that no one could do it quite as well as eren can. somehow you can only imagine taking him on this ride with you, no one else.

so, in that manner you decide to ignore his messages. if he's desperate enough to keep on sending them in the middle of the night, you're sure it won't be long until he sends another text. and it would give him enough reason to try and punish you, whatever that might entail – you're excited to find out. fucking nervous, too. but then again, who wouldn't be?

you stand up and put your phone in your back pocket, a sense of excitement surrounding your steps as you turn left to make your way to the nearest coffee shop.

"something tells me you're ignoring me," of course, the moment eren's voice comes up behind you, you fucking flinch like a little bird that's been scared away, "mostly because i've seen you reading the messages, but what do i know?"

you turn to see him clutching his heart dramatically, "don't play with my feelings like this," he swoons, bringing one hand to his forehead. he's laughing again, all white teeth and bright smiles – you realize this is the kind of eren you rarely get to see. not the cocky bastard he normally portrays; right now, he seems to be a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, just enjoying himself. still, you want to show him that you can play just as well as he can.

crossing your arms in front of your chest, you slightly raise a brow, trying your hardest to not look as nervous as you feel. it's a lost cause though because you can already feel the tips of your ears glowing with heat again. can't things go my way for once? just once? you think and chew the inside of your cheek. you felt so sure of yourself just moments ago. how the hell can he have this sort of effect on you?

suddenly, his whole demeanor changes. before, he seemed laid-back, entertained by the game he played with you. now he leans forward, hands in the pockets of his jacket and an almost cruel smile forming on his lips, "don't try to challenge me in this. you'll lose."

you know that you should feel frightened. terrified, even. he's looking like a lion preparing to jump the antelope, a sense of alarming calmness around him that's causing the small hairs on your neck to stand up. but alas, the way he's looking at you seems to have the same effect on you his scent has.

"i told you not to ignore me," eren says and takes a few steps closer to you, "yet here you are, doing it again." the chuckle leaving his lips a stark contrast to his stern gaze, still trained on you. somehow, you feel awfully small again - still not frightened, though. you stare right back at him, tilting your head slightly as if you wanted to say "so what?"

"are you seriously that desperate to be punished?"

better now than never, you think and once again place a courtly smile on your lips, "seems like it."

for a split second, you see eren's smug look turn into a genuine smile. realizing that you're up for his game, he lets out a smooth whistle, "you do surprise me."

"if you wouldn't always be so full of yourself, i'm sure you'd have recognized this sooner," you can feel the confidence growing in yourself again. clinging on to it, you take a step toward him, "i'm full of surprises."

"oh, yeah? i bet you are," from the corner of your eye, you can see him lifting his hand. before thinking twice about it, you bat it away, "i'm not one for public displays of affection."

oh, it is on– eren's smirk turns into a full-fledged grin as he takes a grip of your wrist, "you sure about that?" lifting your hand to his face, for a short moment you think he's going to suck on your fingers again. but all he does is place a faint kiss on the back of your hand, "didn't seem like it yesterday."

"you weren't supposed to see."

"but i'm so glad i did," he leans forward, the two of you standing so close you can feel his breath on your face, "or else we wouldn't have this kind of fun right now."

still having a hold of your hand, he lifts his other to your jaw, gently tracing his thumb across your lower lip, "you looked so pretty in your skirt yesterday."

taking a leap of faith, you grab his hand, holding it in place and letting your tongue run across the tip of his thumb before biting down playfully. there's a hiss and then eren pulls away and grabs your arm, "come with me."

finally, you think and let him guide you to wherever he wants, let's have some fun, then.

on your way out of the park, you pass jean and marco. even though they stand to greet eren, he just raises his hand whilst not breaking his pace, "gotta go, have an assignment to work on."

"never seen you that determined, but go off," jean laughs.

before you know it, you're inside one of the countless maintenance sheds. pushing you against the wall, eren's movements seem to become more and more erratic by the second. pinning your arms over your head, he's looking down at you, breathing heavily. "you have no idea what you just got yourself into," licking his lips, he chuckles.

"oh, but i think i actually do," you smile innocently, fucking glad to have found your normal self again. admittedly, eren threw you off your game since yesterday – but it's just going to play into your hands now. he won't see it coming until it's hitting him straight in the face; that you're just as messed up as he seems to be.

"then prove it," he breathes against your ear, "tell me how badly you want it."

the stuffy air inside the dimly lit shed doesn't help with keeping eren's scent away from you. being so close to him, looking up into his shadowed face and right into his dilated eyes; you're like putty in his hands. you try to move forward, to touch him in some way because you just know that he'll feel so good under your skin.

"now now, princess," he moves even closer, wedging you between himself and the wall, "how about we learn some patience, first?"

you nod, but then grind up against his thigh, hissing through your teeth, "i worry i'll be a real handful." you know you could very well move your hands, too – eren seems to still be testing the waters as to how far he can go with you. but with him actually letting you grind on him; you decide to play into his hands.

your breaths grow quicker as you keep on, pace becoming erratic. all you want is to get rid of your track pants – come to think of it, what you actually want is eren under you whilst you continuously bounce on his cock. you want to hear him call you princess and immediately after call you his little whore because that's exactly what you are.

eren has a little smile on his lips and you know you should ask yourself why – because you're doing exactly what he has forbidden you to do – but you're too far gone. the heat growing, you feel your knees buckle but he's holding you up; one hand now resting on your waist for support. you're so close –

and then he pulls away from you, nearly causing you to topple over. chest heaving, you place your hands on your knees for balance, "what the fuck was – "

"patience is a virtue," interrupting you with a laugh, but his voice heavy with lust, "thought i might give you a lesson you're ought to remember."

you look up to see eren palming his erection through his pants, standing about an arm's length away from you, "but i have to admit, hearing you getting yourself off is fucking hot."

biting your teeth together, you straighten up and take a step toward him – only for him to click his tongue in disapproval, "you're gonna stay right there," tugging at his pants he raises his eyebrow, "i told you what i want, get on your knees for me."

"the fuck i will," you spit out and make a move again, grasping for his waistband. but eren is quick to take a hold of your hand and pushes you back to the wall, "come on, now, princess," he chuckles but his eyes are concentrated at you, "you want this, don't you?". he's asking for permission, the thought feeling very comforting to you. and also, very excited for what's about to come.

"of course, i do," you answer him earnestly, resting the back of your head against the wall, "or else i wouldn't be here."

"fantastic," he breathes, a little smile playing in the corners of his mouth, "then get down on your knees," placing his hands on your shoulders, weighing you down, "i won't ask again."

the change of tone in his voice has you nodding, slowly sinking onto your knees, you're bursting in anticipation. one hand finally pulling down his pants, he runs his other through your hair, then down your jaw until it comes to rest on your chin.

thumbing at your lower lip, he groans "do i have to be careful?"

you just shake your head no. then you break away from his gaze, fixing your eyes on the bobbing cock in front of you. it's tip leaking with precum already, you remember how badly you wanted to lick it away yesterday.

taking his cock at its base, you bend forward and slide your tongue around its head. the salty taste sending shudders down your spine, you make sure to lift your eyes again once you prepare to take it all down your throat. your other hand snakes up to his balls, slightly tugging them which earns you a moan from eren, and fuck, you're so wet at the sound alone, you let go of his cock and slide one hand down to your own center.

he gathers your hair in one hand, taking the base of his throbbing cock in the other, "bet this is what you thought of yesterday," he slowly but surely pulls your head in closer, "of how i fuck the words right out of you."

bucking your hips into your own hand, you can do nothing but whimper at his words. because yes, this is exactly what you imagined. he's only halfway in and you're already struggling to breathe, but not wanting him to stop you hold your breath and push down even further; trying desperately not to moan.

the tears in your eyes causing your vision to be blurry, you attempt to blink them away.

"shit – ", he's pumping into you now, rubbing the tears from your cheeks and then placing both his hands on your head, "you're doing so well – "

getting lost in his words, the fear of being caught is so far away; you finally moan around his cock. saliva soaking the hem of his shirt, you can't seem to take his whole length, no matter how hard you try. you're a fucking mess under him and the thought alone is nearly sending you over the edge.

he's trying to pull away now and you know he's close, so you snake your hand around his hip, hoping this is enough of a sign to him that if he dared to cum anywhere else than down your throat, you'd bite him.

"you really – " his voice is hoarse, "fuck – this is fucking perfect," he moans as he comes to the realization. leaning his arm against the wall behind you, he's fucking himself into your mouth, his panting and the sound of your choking filling the room.

you close your eyes to blink the tears away again, but eren pulls on your hair, "no – look at me."

with this the knot in your belly explodes, leaving you holding on to eren's hip as you ride the waves of electricity that are running through your body like lava.

"such a good little whore – " he's gone as well, holding your head in place as he's pumping his load down your throat, leaving you no other option than to swallow – which you eagerly do. you feel his legs shaking under your hands.

once again, eren hands you his shirt to clean your face. this time, you take it with a smile, noting that, "i still have your other one."

"don't worry, i'll come get it sometime when sasha's away," the two of you know exactly what this means – neither of you are planning on this to be over anytime soon.

"i'll let you know, then," you nod and stand up, hoping you don't look as well-fucked as you feel, and make your way to the door, "she's gone most of the time."

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[lovelyminnieee]

Without you- J.J.H

Pairing: Jaehyun x reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Car accident mentions, mentions of death, father!Jaehyun, Coma, mentions of losing a loved one

Summary: Jaehyun doesn't want to deal with life anymore. Without you there to hug him, or tell him it was okay to cry, he didn't want to even come home, unless it was for his daughter. He missed you, so much he could go crazy. Maybe you will never come back, he hasn't lost hope yet. Will you be able to comeback to him and your daughter's lives again?

A/n: this is my first fic on my account, feedbacks would be deeply appreciated. Uh, I am a little nervous to post it, but please do give me feedbacks. And the paragraphs written in italics are memories

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It's been 3 years. Three years without you. There wasn't one day where he didn't think of you. Your daughter and the way she reminds him of you. He's tired of it, tired of life. Without you there to comfort him, tell him it's okay to cry, he's tired.

"Eun ha, we have to get to school!" Jaehyun shouts from one end of the apartment, packing her lunch. "Coming daddy!" His daughter waddles over to him, struggling to put her shoes on. "Let me do it," Jaehyun said as he picked her up and put her on the table. He smiles as he puts her shoes on quickly, placing her down after. "Let's go, okay baby?" Jaehyun holds her little hand, her bag in his other hand.

Jaehyun opened the door to the apartment and sighed. An empty home was not really welcoming. You weren't there to hug him, tell him that you love him. His habits haven't changed, he sat down on the couch and pulled out his phone.

"I miss you so fucking much..."

He texted your number. He missed you so much, he was going crazy. He closed his eyes, trying to hold tears bay. He sent you a picture of Eun ha in her dress up outfit. Like a princess.

"Look at Eun ha, she looks so pretty. Just like you baby"

His fingers type, the memories flooding in. He took you for granted while you were there, and that is the thing he regrets the most in life. 

"I understand, but you can't just ignore me like that, Jae," you said, angry. He was ignoring you for the past few days, and you had no idea why. He said it was because of work, but he wasn't there at work during work hours. "No Jae, you're not working, you're somewhere else during work hours," you said, your eyes staring at him. Jaehyun paused for a minute, speechless. He was preparing something special for you, and that was the reason. "I- I was-" Jaehyun sighed. You were getting on his nerves. "Y/n, just leave me alone. You don't understand," he said and walked away, frustrated at your behaviour. You didn't know why you got angry so quickly, you were usually so calm and collected during arguments. "So now you want me to leave you alone?" You scoffed. Jaehyun turned around and stared at you. "Isn't that what I just said?" He stares back at you. "So it's completely okay for you to go out during work hours? And ignore me when you come home? What the fuck, Jae?" You raised your voice a little. "Can you not right now? I'm frustrated, Y/n." Jaehyun tried to keep his cool. "Jae, I've been dealing with so many things, do you think you're the only one who deals with stress?" You ask him, tears swelling in your eyes. Jaehyun closed his eyes, trying to stay collected. Maybe you had a reason to be mad this quick. "You might as well be cheating on me, or lying to me. And what not-"

"WHY ARE YOU BEING LIKE THIS Y/N?-"

"BECAUSE I WANTED TO TELL YOU I WAS PREGNANT, JAE!"

Jaehyun went silent. His heart pounded in his chest at the news. Well, that certainly wasn't a good way to release the news. She was pregnant? He thought.

"You're what?"

"You know what, nevermind," you walked away, wiping your tears. Jaehyun ran up to you and hugged you from behind. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Jaehyun whispered, kissing your neck softly. "I'm hurt, Jae." You whispered, your voice cracking. "I'm so sorry," he said, his hands softly resting over your tummy. Jaehyun's face ceased into a smile, continuing to press his lips against your neck. "I'm going to be a father," Jaehyun's eyes teared up as he twirled you around and kissed you softly. Everything felt unreal at that moment. He was going to be a dad. His heart swelled in happiness, pulling your waist closer to him.

"I'm so sorry about everything. I love you so much"

He pressed the send button, his eyes tearing up.

"Please come back to me, to Eun ha"

Tears ran down his cheeks and his world darkened again. Three years of torture. Three years without you. He doesn't know how he's going to manage. He shifted on the couch, staring mindlessly at the ceiling. "I miss you so much, Y/N." He whispered, holding his tears in. He had to visit you at the hospital soon, so he put his emotions aside for a moment and got up. He walked to his room and changed in a few minutes, grabbing his bag and walking out the door.

"Hi baby, I'm here," he whispers softly, walking closer to your bed. Your parents had been taking care of you for the past two days because he was busy, but now that he's here, he wants to tell you everything. He knows you're listening, unable to talk. "How are you, love? Is everything okay? Does it hurt?" He asks, gently caressing your hands. He misses your whiny self. Whatever he said, the room was so silent when it was supposed to be filled with your sweet voice. He sighs and closes his eyes, trying to hold in his emotions. "I miss you so much," his voice comes out as a broken whisper. "I can't do this anymore. I can't do this without you, please come back, I'm sorry," he cries, holding your hand close to him. Jaehyun remembers the day the accident happened.

"I'll meet you at home, babe. I love you," he said, cutting the call with a smile on his face. "You make me feel so single," Johnny whispers from his work desk, sighing. "Come on, John. You can bag girls if you try," Jaehyun chuckled as he put on his jacket. "Lucky, you get to go home early while I'm stuck with hyuck, great." Johnny rolls his eyes. Jaehyun just chuckles, walking out of his shared office space.

"So, how was work today?" Jaehyun asked, his eyes focused on the road. "Bad, all that man had to say was I did a bad job and screamed at me. The audacity," you scoffed on the other side of the phone. "Which man? The manager or the CEO?"

"Of course it has to be the manager. He's so annoying I swear," you sighed.

"Oh well, I'll ask him to shut the fuck up next time so he won't annoy you, okay?"

"Ew that was so cheesy, Jae," you cringed behind the phone. Before Jaehyun could even process your reply, loud crashes and screams were heard. He called for you repeatedly, only to realise that you weren't replying.

"I'm so sorry, if I hadn't distracted you, you would still be here for me." Jaehyun cries hard. He looks up at you to see tears running down the side of your face. "Sssh, don't cry," he said, wiping your tears and letting his hand rest on your face. He places a soft kiss on your forehead, his heart hurting at the sight of you. You laid in the bed, limp and pale. "Hey, you know..." He sniffled. "I met your manager on my way here today," he smiled, trying to get the mood better.

"And then, she was trying to write C, but Eun ha wrote it like it was mirrored," Jaehyun giggles softly, his hand still caressing yours. Your hands felt warm to him, and it was the best thing in the world to him. Just as he was about to let the unknown tears in his eyes fall, he felt something. He felt your hand move. His gaze snapped to your hands, which once moved. "Baby, can you do that again for me?" He says hastily, trying not to cry. And he sees a movement, yet again. "Wait for me, I'll go get the doctors, okay?" He says and hurries out of the room, holding himself together. He will come apart any second, but now was not the time.

Doctors rush in and out of the room as Jaehyun watches from the side, tears falling. He had called his mother and asked her to pick Eun ha up from school, just so that he can stay with you longer. "Mr. Jeong?" The doctor called. Jaehyun's cloudy gaze snapped to the doctor, hurrying over to the man. His first clenches in the anticipation of the news as the doctor smiles. "This is the first time I've seen something like this. Her senses are responding to the tests, after a full three years." The doctor tells him. "Is that good?" Jaehyun askes, sniffling. "Yes. Mrs. Jeong's health seems to be progressing so much more than the last three years, she has a higher chance of recovering from the coma for a week or so," Dr. Cho assures him, patting him on the shoulder before he leaves. Jaehyun stares at you for a moment before he comes closer to you. "Hey baby, you're gonna come back to me and Eun ha, aren't you?" Jaehyun asks softly, tears welling in his eyes yet again. "You will, I know it." He kissed your forehead again.

The hopeful week was crucial. Jaehyun visits you everyday of the week with Eun ha, trying his best to make you happy. He'd give his life up for you because what he and his daughter needed the most during this time was you. He had to go to work nevertheless, but you would never be left without a visitor. Mostly being his or your parents and your kid, or him and Eun ha. He was hopeful until the last day of the week rolled over, and he got a call from the doctor.

"Mr. Jeong, I need to talk to you as fast as possible."

"Is there a problem, Dr. Cho?"

He hears a sigh from the other side that sends fear through him.

"We need to talk as fast as possible. Can you make it to the hospital now?"

"Of course, give me 30 minutes, doc,"

Jaehyun cut the call, panic settling within him.

"Johnny, please take care of this document for me. I just got a call from Dr. Cho. I need to go, okay?"

"Yes sir, don't worry about it,"

Johnny said, gesturing to him to hurry on his way. Jaehyun rushed out of the building, getting into his car in no time. In fifteen minutes, he was there at the hospital. He found the same office he's been visiting for the last three years in a couple of minutes, panting as he barged in through the door.

"I was expecting you, Mr. Jeong," Dr. Cho said, sitting upright. He had a bad feeling about what he was going to hear. "I need you to sit down and take a deep breath," the doctor said, sympathy marked in his eyes. Jaehyun sat down hesitatingly, staring at the doctor.

"Would you like something to drink or...?"

"Cut the crap, Dr. Cho,"

Jaehyun snapped. The man just sighed, looking him in the eye. "Your wife, Mrs. Jeong, was pronounced brain dead over 20 minute ago. She had a stroke which caused the brain to stop working," Jaehyun's broken world came crashing down in a few seconds as soon as he heard the news.

"What?"

"Sir, you need to calm-"

"No no no, she hasn't died yet. She can't die yet. You said she was making steady progress, YOU SAID SHE MIGHT WAKE UP, WHY CHANGE YOUR WORDS NOW?!" Jaehyun asked, tears running down his cheeks.

"Jaehyun, listen. It was a stroke that prompted brain death. We can keep her on a machine which pumps oxygen onto her organs which will keep her warm, but it won't do anything,"

"Can you step out for a minute?" Jaehyun asked him, his voice soft. "Of course," the doctor said, moving on his way out.

Jaehyun takes in the news, tears pouring out of his eyes. All he asked for was you and God denied. Great, he hopes that he at least gets to see you one last time. He stepped out of the doctor's office with red eyes and nose. "Can I see her for the last time?" Jaehyun requests, to which the doctor agrees. Tears kept flowing on his way to the room, wiping then with the sleeve of his shirt.

"Go on in," the doctor says, gesturing at the door. Jaehyun holds onto the handle and hesitates before sliding the door open. He keeps his eyes locked on to the floor and when he does lift his eyes, surprise strikes him. You were up, alive and well. Jaehyun blinks before wiping his eyes and looking again. "Jae..." His name rolls off your tongue, bringing him back to earth. He didn't say anything, but he rushed to you and engulfed you in a big hug. He held you close to him, not letting go. It's not like you wanted to let go either. "Jae..." You said, letting your head rest on his shoulder, arms wrapped around him tightly. "I missed you so much," he whispered, breaking into tears again. "God, you're so warm. I missed this so much," you say softly. He missed your voice so much. Jaehyun pulls back gently and stares at your famished face, wiping your tears. "I love you so much, so much," he said, cupping your cheeks in his hands. Your tears ran down again, you missed him so much.

"So what was that?" Jaehyun questions the doctor, glaring at him. "Well uh, your wife had a special request," the doctor smiles, looking away after. "Cho Si-hyeon, I will smack you," he glares, shooting lasers through his eyes. "Hey! Yell at her, not me!" Si-hyeon, his fellow classmate who was a year older than him exclaimed, pointing at you. "No," Jaehyun said, kissing you all over your face as you giggled softly. "She needs to get physiotherapy for her legs and you can go home after," Si-hyeon says, watching them both enjoy each other's presence. "Mhm, 'kay. What else?" Jaehyun said, his gaze fixed on you. "This is disgusting. Bye, I can't stand it," Si-hyeon scrunched his face, leaving the room. "Tsk, he's just jealous that I have such a pretty wife," Jaehyun says and places a small kiss on your lips. "Oh well," you whispered, pulling him into a soft and we'll needed kiss, for both.

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Taglist: @sparklysung @trying-to-love-myself

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Welcome To Wonderland

Part 1

Genre: Mentions of death, Fluff, Angst... 

Word Count: Part 1 & 2 6.8K

Pairing? Red King & Alice 

-My twist on Alice In Wonderland for the Tell A Fairytale event by @acewriters!-

Laying in the sun under the giant oak tree, feeling the sun warm my face, I set the book down and look around. The late summer breeze blew my hair around my face causing some of my hair to go in my mouth. I tie some of it back in a loose ponytail and pick my book back up. Midday was always my favorite time to come outside and read.

Getting lost in the pages, I read until I feel my eyelids droop.

“I’m late, oh gosh. Why am I so late on this really important date?” I hear someone say and I wake up startled. It was just me, my friends had left for the day and weren’t supposed to be back until tonight… Nobody else was here.

“Stupid watch, why are you not working properly? You are why I am so late!” I hear this time louder. I get up and peek around the tree. There’s a man with dark green hair, wearing a white button up shirt, black slacks and white nikes. He was walking almost jogging and kept glancing at a watch and shaking it. Does he think that’s going to make it work better?

I’d never seen him before, but maybe he’s cutting through our yard to get somewhere.

“Excuse me, sir?” I call. His head swivels around and his light brown eyes meet mine as he comes to a halt, “Yes? Can I help you?” He replies hastily.

“Are you lost? Are you sure you’re in the right place?”

“Yes, I am well aware of where I am. Thank you for asking. Now, I must go. I am very very late for something and it’s really important.” He starts walking again and disappears in the woods near my house.

“Curiouser and curiouser.” I say to myself. I walk towards where the man went and try to see if he’s within eyesight. Stepping on something hard, I look down. The man had dropped something. I bent down to pick it up… It’s a pendant! ‘To Rabbit.’ the back said. I quickly look up to see if I see him. I don’t see him though, but I need to give this back to him. I put the pendant in my pocket and stare in.

Even though I’m nervous he’s crazy, I start heading into the trees where I thought he went in. Staring and not seeing the man, I began walking.

“Hello?” I yell as I walk. “Sir? Are you here? Hello?”

Walking deeper into the trees, I notice him really far ahead. “Sir! Wait!” I yell, but he doesn’t hear me. I begin jogging but lose sight of him. I continue towards where I saw him last and notices the canopy overhead is getting darker. I can barely see now so I grab my phone out of my pocket and turn on the flashlight. Looking ahead, I notice a dark wood door a few feet away on the side of an enormous oak. It looked like it had seen better days. The door itself had scratches on it and the knob was beyond rusted.

“What’s this?” I walk up to it and hear the man speaking to someone on the other side. How in the world is this possible? I’m going mad!

Just as I’m about to yell for the man, I hear his footsteps jogging away.

“Oh fudge!” I turn the doorknob and it won’t open. I try again frantically, but push on it this time as hard as I can. It reluctantly opens with a loud groan. I thought it was going to fall off its hinges. Opening the door it’s lighter, like I didn’t just walk into the side of a tree that was cloaked in darkness..

What is going on? Where am I?

I turn off my flashlight and notice a path that continues for who knows how long.

I hear voices and duck down to hide behind a shrub. I don’t really want to find out if they’re like the man since he seemed weird enough. For all I know, I have evil forest people living near my house.

Peeking between the branches, I see twin teenage boys standing off to the right, seemingly in conversation. That is, until you hear their conversation…

“Let’s go find the caterpillar guy.” one says.

“No, he always smells like smoke.”

“That’s because he always has his pipe with him and smoking it, smart one.”

“Like you pay that much attention.” The teens get into it and start wrestling with each other. I take that as an opening and sneak away. Getting clear, I continue on the path.

I guess all of the people I find here will be crazy.

I walk, noticing little animals here and there. Most of the time it was quiet.

“Oh great. Now I’m even later. I swear after this I am buying a brand new pocket watch.” I hear in a familiar voice.

“Hello?” I say, hearing the man I’d previously lost.

“Can’t talk right now. Must hurry! I’m so so late.” He says, finally coming into sight. As quick as he was in my sight, he was gone again down the path. I, once again for an unknown reason, try to follow him. I had no idea where he went but I guessed down the path so I took off that way. Coming to a halt, I’m in a dilemma. The path splits off into a few directions….

Attempting to figure out where to go, I grumble to myself.

“Where’re you goin’?” I hear from above.

I look up, startled and notice a man sitting on a branch in the tree, “Honestly? I haven’t got a clue. I’m following the strange man with the green hair, did you see which way he went? Which way should I go?”

Taking a look at the man, he was quite handsome. He had black curly hair and brown eyes.

He seemed cat-like to be honest. I don’t know why, there was just something about him along with a mischievous look in his eyes.

“I’m not sure, maybe you should ask the Mad Hatter and March Hare.” He smirks at me, nodding in the direction.

“Mad? But, I don’t want to go around people you call Mad....”

“Oh, you can’t help that. Almost everyone here is mad. I’m not exactly sane myself.”

“Is anyone really completely sane?” I ask.

“That’s a good question. You’ll just have to search and find out for yourself.” He swings down from the branch and turns towards me, “See you later.” He smiles at me, canines showing and leaving a lasting image in my mind as he takes off into the forest.

"Wait!" I yell towards the retreating man. I look to the direction he showed me earlier and sigh. I guess that leaves me meeting the Mad Hatter…

I start walking, unsure if I should continue or turn back. Looking ahead, the feeling in my stomach told me to go on, but my head was telling me I was insane and I should turn around and go home.

A few feet up, there's a brush pile that blocks the way and looks insanely hard to get around. Knowing it's either that or going back, I stop at it and look back.

"Hmmm. It doesn't look very thick. Maybe I can push my way through?" I say to myself.

Grabbing two branches, I pull out to try to move it and the whole thing opens like a door.

"This just keeps getting curiouser and curiouser."

Walking through I hear laughing, singing and teacups clattering. I smile because it sounds like they're having a great time. Walking ahead, sure I'll find someone to ask about the man with the pocket watch, I come across a small house, covered in different fabrics and colors.

Outside, there were 2 men sitting at a long fancy table that could hold at least 10 people. I guess the table wouldn't fit inside. The table was filled with different types of teapots, teacups, snacks and a cake. They sat there laughing and pouring tea into different cups.

The man on the left, I'm assuming the Mad Hatter, had blonde and pale red hair. It was curly but most was underneath a black beanie that had two cheetah print ribbons hanging from the back. He wore a green puffy jacket and white pants that looked like it had smoky patterns.

The man on the right, which in turn would be the March Hare? He had normal hair, black but a red beret on. He wore a blue, pink, and white tie-dyed hoodie with overalls. As he laughed I noticed the sun shining on his face glistened at certain angles, he has sparkles placed on there.

"No! No no no. I'm telling you, there's no way! Absolutely no way I would help him anymore! He drives me absolutely mad!" The mad hatter says.

"Drives you mad? You're already mad!" I look to the hare and he starts laughing at his own joke. The mad hatter takes his shoe off and throws it towards the other man. Barely missing him but hitting the teapot and breaking it, making them both laugh now. "Well, there goes that one!" The hatter laughs.

At that second, the March Hare looks over and spots me, dropping his smile. I stand there frozen, nervous of how they will react.

"WELCOME! WELCOME! Come! Come sit down." He smiles again, motioning me forward.

"Oh look, a guest!" The Mad Hatter says, clapping excitedly. I walk closer, trying to be ready in case I need to make a run for it. I take the seat closest to the way I came, "Hello. Sorry to bother-"

"No no. Don't worry you're not bothering us. Do you want some tea?" The March Hare says as he waves his hand in the air to dismiss my statement.

“Yes, I’d really like some. Thank you.”

“So, tell us. Who are you?” I hear from March Hare. I wonder why they call him that? He pours me some tea and I take it from him, nodding in thanks.

“I’m Ali.” I say and take a sip.

“Well, Ali, what brings you here to this area in Wonderland?” The Mad Hatter asks.

So I’m in Wonderland? That’s a rather curious name. I wonder why they call it that.

“I was following a man that came into my yard, he dropped something and I wanted to return it.”

“Oh?” They say in unison and look at each other.

“And what did this man look like? What did he drop?” He asks next.

“He dropped a pendant. It said ‘To Rabbit’ on it. So I assumed it was a gift and he wouldn’t want to lose it.”

“Ah. So he was out this way! I thought I’d heard him!”

“We could have stopped him then! He’s probably on his way to the King’s! We should have warned him!” The Hare said slightly panicking.

“We could have. But, he didn’t stop to say hello this time. Not like he normally does, so he must have been running behind on his normal routine.” The hatter stands up and starts pacing, speaking incredibly fast.

“We must find him. Maybe we can warn him before! Maybe the cat can warn him! Ah hah!” He says getting anxious and excited clapping.

“Excuse me? What do you mean? Warn him about what? He kept saying he was late.”

“Oh, oh dear Ali, the king wants his head of course!” He laughs causing goosebumps on my arms.

“Why would he want that?” I exclaim. “Why, my dear do you know nothing? The Rabbit did something no other has done and the Red King called him a traitor! The Rabbit has no idea the king wants to behead him. The Rabbit allowed a-” His eyes go wide staring at me. He looks me up and down and gasps.

“Oh dear. Oh no. Oh no no no.” He repeats. He looks over to the other man and motions to me with his head. The other man’s eyes look to me and he clasps his hand over his mouth. They scramble up next to each other delving into a conversation I couldn’t hear. They each took turns eyeing me, turning their head towards me every now and then.

Maybe they are crazy.

“Ali, are you from here?” The hare asks, looking anxious.

“I am not? Is that the issue?” I ask, trying to piece the puzzle together.

His eyes go wide and he nods.

“She’s not harmful Hatter. She’d have already done something if she were.” He says, still staring at me, seemingly looking through me.

“No? I wouldn’t harm anyone. I just wanted to return something the Rabbit dropped.”

The Hatter sits down with a wild look in his eye and begins to look at me like the Hare. “I think you’re right. Maybe we should tell her and send her on her way?”

The Hare nods and the Mad Hatter starts telling me about how this isn’t the first time that the Rabbit had let an outsider in. It’s not on purpose in any case but he’d been warned that if it were to happen again, he’d be sentenced to death. The sad look in his eye seemed genuine. He continued to say that the last time it was a little girl about 7 years old that had wandered in. . She had been found and the Red King, the prince at the time, had been giving her food and shelter until the queen found out. The Queen was furious. She wanted to kill her then, but the prince stopped her. She was instead marked with a heart shape on her wrist and thrown in a dungeon. The prince was beyond upset, he didn’t think she would make it. The next few nights he would sneak her food and apologize. She was freed as soon as we could and the Rabbit told the queen she’d died. She had left by way of the Rabbit and us, unbeknownst to anyone else and with the Hare’s luck, so the Red Queen wouldn’t take her head. The dreadful woman being who she was, told the prince that she’d beheaded her before he rose for the day and called us insane for trying to say otherwise! Evil witch! She banished us to the outer surroundings of Wonderland. The prince grew spiteful at his mother and us for allowing her to be beheaded, choosing to believe her. He turned cold, then becoming king after she passed, he claimed he’d never allow any other outsider to even so much as step foot into Wonderland or he’d kill them.” He sighs.

“He’s had his heart in pieces since that day. He was only 5, he knew no better, but to tell him that? And for him to hold onto it for that long? She meant something to him.” Hare dropped his head, patting his eyes with a tissue.

I felt a twinge of guilt in my heart and a tear slid down my cheek. I grabbed a tissue and dabbed at my eyes. “So the king wants to behead the Rabbit? For a mistake? Because someone, well because I found my way in?”

“No, because the Rabbit was careless not once, but twice now and the first time his best friend was taken away from him. This time he doesn’t want anyone from the outside world in here at all and will behead both of the ones who are in the wrong according to him.”

“But it wasn’t his fault! Nor was it yours! I wondered why they called you mad. Now, I understand. Wait,” I say, stopping as my thought process caught up, “are you saying that he knows that I’m in Wonderland now?”

“Yes.” They nod grimly, “you need to leave.”

“I can’t. I have to find the Rabbit. It’s not his fault! Either time it wasn’t his fault.” I had the sense of urgency to find the man with the green hair. I felt responsible. I rub my wrists and look at them.

“I’ll leave, just as soon as I go and explain that there’s a hole in his defensive tactics to keep outsiders out and that’s why I found my way in.”

They look at me like I’m insane, “I’m not going to let someone die for me. I’m going to save him.”

“He’s going to die, as will you if he finds you. It’s best if you just leave and never come back.” The hare says.

“I have to try. Help me?” I ask. They look to each other, communicating in some sort of way.

“As much as we want to, we can’t. The guards would get us before we even got close to the castle” The hatter says. I get up, thanking them for the tea and take off on the trail in the direction I’d been heading.

Walking, I feel nervous and shaky. I continue rubbing my wrist, feeling the heart shaped scar I’d wondered how I’d gotten when I was little. Now? Now I know a piece. I want to know more and I have to make things right.

It gets darker the further I walk and I grab my phone to use my flashlight. I have no idea what time it actually is, but I’ve been walking for a while now and was starting to get tired.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I hear in a familiar voice. I look around not noticing the man from earlier that day.

“Hello? Where are you?” I reply. The cat-like man, who the Mad Hatter called the Cheshire Cat oddly enough, stepped out from behind a tree, eyeing me carefully.

“I’m on my way to talk to the Red King.”

“Now, why would you do that? You have no business in this direction. Return to where you came from.”

“I will, once I’ve spoken to the Red King.”

He half smirks at me, showing one canine, “It’s a death sentence, Alice.”

“How do you know who I am?” I ask, wondering if he was listening to the tea party.

“I can be here,” he turns and points to a high tree branch, “or there. You’ll never see me, unless I want to be seen.”

“Good to know that you eavesdrop as well.” I begin walking and go around him. He grabs my arm, smiling and winks.

“Be careful what you say to him young Alice. He’s not the prince he was.” He turns and takes off into the trees, disappearing in seconds as the darkness envelops him.

“How- what just happened?” I stare off to where he had been. I had questions.

I continue on down the path and my flashlight shuts off. I scramble to turn it back before I get too anxious because I’m not a huge fan of being alone in the dark. I see something out of the corner of my eye and push the flashlight button. There stands two small bear cubs, eyeing me. They weren’t much but they looked sad. Their fur was severely matted and they were skinnier for an animal. Once I shined my flashlight more towards them, they ran. I start walking again and wonder how long I've been out here.

I see little animals scurrying across my path, some stop to look at me and I notice how they all look so sad. I want to hold them to be honest. I feel tears well up in my eyes because of the sights in front of me.

Just when I thought I was going to be out here forever, I notice stone walls in front of me.

“This must be the castle.” I say to myself.

“It is.” I hear behind me.

“Cheshire! You have got to quit sneaking up on me like that.” I say, placing my hand on my chest.

“Nevermind that. Leave, Alice. Do not worry about the Rabbit.”

“I will not leave and it’s not just for the Rabbit!” I exclaim.

“It’s for you too? After all these years? You’ve made it out of here once, I’m not sure they could do it again.”

“Cheshire? How do you know all of this? How do you know me?”

“I warned you. Don’t come this far. He’s not the prince you knew. He’s mad. Even more so than the rest of us.”

“I have no idea what’s going on. I can’t remember anything from then. Nothing. I have to know.”

“Then so be it. If you really must know, wait for the gates to open and the guards switch shifts in the tower. I hope for your sake, that you don’t get caught.”

Every time I’ve ran into him, he’s seemed crazy, but now I wonder.

“I hope you’re the one that can stop this mess. Or maybe you’ll be beheaded yourself.”

“I- I will try my best.”

The man turns around and darts off, jumping over the bushes and into the night. I walk to the other side of the bushes where he’d just jumped and lean against a tree. I drift off to sleep before I begin to dwell on what he had said.

I wake to the sound of a trumpet. It’s signaling something. It’s barely light outside but I can see. Looking around, I see the gates had opened and men were marching in and out. I see the last ones march in and I jump to rush in the gate. Looking around with no idea where to go and praying I don’t get caught, I see a maze of rose bushes. I run to them and hide in between walls.

The roses were a mix of red and white. Except, the red ones weren’t naturally red. They had a red liquid dripping off of them. I didn’t want to think what it could be. I’ll stick with thinking it’s paint to spare my mind.

“That’s all it is. He painted the roses red. Nothing else.” At that moment, I hear a man’s voice that sounds familiar. “I swear I didn’t mean to do this your majesty. Please forgive me! Please!”

“No! Silence! You’ve let someone in for a second time and you want to be forgiven again? How am I supposed to know that it wouldn’t happen for a third time, Rabbit?” I hear a man yelling. Is that the king?

I peak around the corner of the wall of roses, looking up to the side of the castle. There’s a huge platform covered in red and black tapestries with the man I wanted to save, bound in stocks. The executioner stood at the back while a man in a red button up military jacket and black pants spoke to the Rabbit. Many men, women and even some children stood below the platform to watch this man be sentenced to death. I don’t understand people.

“You did not pay for the last one, this time you will.” he said as he motioned for the executioner. I had to act fast.

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In My Reality | Prologue

Hey, I was bored so I decided to start a fanfic series of the Tatsumi Brothers from Juuni Taisen. Yay

It’s a “Tatsumi Brother x Reader” story about how the Tatsumi Brothers enter the reader’s reality which kinda flips her world upside down.

So I just finished the prologue. If you guys like it or if I’m bored again, I’ll make the first chapter. (Click “Keep Reading” to read the story)

"[Name] get out of bed; It's 3 in the afternoon," my mom told me as she came into my room with fresh, clean clothes. I didn't have to look over to know.

Groaning, I removed my mask from my eyes then rolled over to face up at the white ceiling. The sunlight seeping in from the blinds caused my sight to cringe before it finally adjected to the light and I could see the grey walls lurking in the corner of my eyes. Arising from my queen-sized bed a yawn escaped from my mouth. My form reached over and placed my sleep mask on the nightstand, next to my water mug.

"Morning mom," I greeted her as she sorted out the pile of clothes on my dresser. Looks like she did a colour load, which means no pants to put away.

"Morning sweetheart. Can you put your clothes away before you come downstairs?"

"Sure," I simply answered as I slipped out of the cozy sheets I once was tangled in.

"Thank you. I'll see you when you come down," she stated, placing the last of my t-shirts neatly on the others. Afterwards, she wrapped her arms around the remaining clean, clothes that weren't mine, carefully balancing them as she left my room and closed the door behind.

The click of the doorknob echoed into my ears when my feet landed on the fuzzy rug. My eyes drifted their gaze to the plain black bodypillow wrapped in [f/c] blankets, reminding me of a burrito. It just had the colour for the case, no special Anime character on it. I wish there were one though; it'd make the nights seem less lonely to see my favourite character's face on it. However, a pillow is a pillow. Despite me using it as an illusion for myself it doesn't change the reality that when I hug it in my sleep or when I'm awake no arms will return my embrace.

A sigh falls out of my breath, my eyelids dropping in sync. I turned my head away from the lying pillow and dragged myself to the other side of my bed, towards the dresser that patiently held the clean clothes my mom put there. I opened a drawer, putting my undergarments away first then my socks. Once those were put away, I moved to retrieve hangers from my closet, passing by my desk and shelves as I did.

If you were wondering why I slept so late into the afternoon, well, it's currently winter break, so that means I can stay up late and sleep in late past noon. Sadly enough, it's January which means the break almost over, and that means school is standing around the corner, menacingly. Just the thought of it disturbs my mind as that reality tries to infect my thoughts.

I hate reality. I know not all of it is shit, but there's enough of it that makes me want to drown myself in the world of fiction. Whenever it's the weekend or breaks from school, I binge Anime, tv shows, YouTube, and movies, so that's the only thing on my mind. I then write or read fanfiction, there is the rare occasion I sketch something but I'm not good at art since I don't practice enough. By the time I return to reality after having my head stuck in my imagination for so long, I can barely focus without going back to daydreaming. Eventually, that wears off, and then reality is what floods my brain; I despise it but I know I can't be stuck in my fantasies forever. Luckily my friends provide that nice spot in-between for me, helping me stay in the real world but also let me discuss the fictional. Then there's also my bro.

"Yo sis," my brother's voice called from the other side of the door after his fist knocked on it. "You wanna continue Code Geass?"

My bro is the best. Unlike most siblings I know, we actually get along. He's also a big help in my life, one of the reasons why I haven't lost my mind. He makes sure I don't overwork & stress myself and reminds me to have fun and chillax. I love him for it, and he's practically my best friend. We aren't the exact same age but we were born in the same year, just a few months apart so we get to be in the same grade. He's the older one. He's also taller which means he can t-pose over me, and we reenact the meme; it's great.

"Yeah," I answered. "Just let me get ready."

"Alright," he replied before I felt the vibration of his footsteps grow distant from my room.

'Heh, if I had Takeyasu's ability, I'd be able to sense his movement better.'

I chuckle to myself at the thought floating in my mind as I put the final shirt away. My two favourite characters that I desired to be real was the Tatsumi Brothers, Nagayuki and Takeyasu. I love those two. Whenever I watched their episodes from Juuni Taisen, I always smile. They make my heart feel something that I never felt for any character before. I don't want to be cliche and say true love, but to me, that's what it feels like. I know they're fictional characters, so I won't get much out of it, but strangely enough, I'm okay with that. I can't imagine my heart belonging to anyone else. I do wish they were real, though. I even used my wish on the bracelet my friend, Meri-chan, got for my birthday one year, that they'd become real.

The bracelet was some urban legend. It was lime green and had a few beads on it. The legend goes that you make a wish and when the bracelet breaks, your wish has come true. 'Course, it's most likely a bunch of baloney but that didn't stop me from wishing that the Tatsumi Brothers would become real. I currently just wear the bracelet as an accessory since the wish probably won't happen, it's not like the thing is going to break anytime soon.

Grabbing my towel, my other hand opened my door. I slipped down the hallway and slid into the bathroom, my foot pushing the door closed as I put the towel on the towel rack. Hopefully, I don't take too long because we were left on edge on the last episode of Code Geass we watched. Well, I'll finish sooner than my wish coming true that's for sure, heh.

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"Okay bro but if you think about it, Lelouch-"

"[Name], I washed your school uniforms. Can you put them away while I start on tacos?" Mom requested from the kitchen, interrupting the Anime, my commentary, and reminding me that school is coming soon. "You too, [b/n]."

"Yes, mom," we both respond.

My brother picked up the remote and hit the pause button so we wouldn't miss anything. I pulled myself up from the plush couch, disappointment growing on me since I had hoped not to be interrupted until dinner was ready. Well, I guess I could let the disappointment wither away since it's Taco Tuesday, my favourite. I chuckled to myself as my feet reached the next level above the main floor and headed down the open hallway to my room.

My laughter died out upon seeing my seven school uniforms, five that were the regular female uniform and two that were gym uniforms. Unlike most students, I didn't like the idea of having to wash my uniform every day, so to make things simpler, I paid for six more with my own money. It was a bit irritating, using the money I earned from my summer job for this instead of getting something else. Still, my practical choice, so I didn't necessarily have to worry about my mom washing my uniform every night.

"Hhhhhh, why does school have to come back so soon?" I asked myself as I picked up one of the uniforms.

The uniform wasn't too special, a simple white blouse, a blue skirt, a blue jacket, and a blue & black striped tie. Students could decide if we wanted to wear tights, leggings, or shorts underneath the skirt as long as it was black or white. I wore leggings unless it was summer which I then wear shorts and knee-high socks. There are those girls that only wear thigh-high socks and panties under their skirt to which my nerd brain questions why. 'Course that's their choice, have fun with your ass cold.

A Discord ringtone made me resurface from my pond of inner thoughts. Becoming aware of my surroundings, I realized my friends Meri-chan and Kamida were calling on the Discord group chat we had. I could tell by the laptop I had open on my desk. I quickly put the uniform I had in hand on the rack with the others before sliding over and clicking the answer button that popped up.

"Yo, what's up nerds."

"Hey I'm not a nerd," Meri-chan protested. "I'm a cool kid."

"Meri-chan, we're all nerds here," Kamida stated before greeting me. "Hey [n/n], how you doing?"

"Eh, good I suppose but I could be doing better, Kami," I answered simply. "How's life?"

"Pretty chill but I got bored, so I decided to call you guys."

"Well, I'm just putting my uniforms away," I informed them and went to put the last uniform away.

"I sometimes forget that you have more than one," Meri-chan commented before I heard her gasp. "Hey, how 'bout we hang out tomorrow, we only have so many days before we have to go back to school."

"Oh, don't remind me," I groaned, hanging my head, then went back to putting the uniform on the hanger and walking over to the closet, hanging it up with the rest.

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea Meri-chan, we could hang out tomorrow," Kamida suggested.

"I'm down," Meri-chan quickly responded.

"Welllllll..." I hesitated, sitting down in the [f/c] spinning chair in front of the desk.

"[Name]."

"You see, I kinda want to stay inside my last few days..."

"[n/nnnnn]!" Meri-chan whined.

"Come on [Name], you know you can't stay cooped up inside forever," Kamida reminded me.

"I know," I grumbled, leaning back in my seat. "Fine, I'll come out tomorrow, but it's going to be after 2."

"2 am, geez [n/n] I didn't know you'd be willing to come out that early," Kamida joked.

"I meant 2 pm," I corrected.

"Okay," he chuckled as Meri-chan pipped in.

"But if you're late again, you're buying lunch this time."

"Okay, bet, but what if I'm not?" I inquired, my fingers tapping on my desk.

"Mmmmmmm," she hummed, seemingly to be thinking.

"It's fine I'll pay for lunch tomorrow."

"Alright, but don't use it as an excuse to be late."

"I won't," I reassured her. "Anyway, I'm gonna go watch a few more episodes of Code Geass with my bro-"

"You still need to watch Dragon Ball Z," Kamida interrupted.

"And you need to watch Juuni Taisen," I countered, emphasizing the "you".

"Yeah, yeah," he brushed it off. "Anyway, go have fun with your bro. We'll call again later on tonight."

"Alright, bye guys." I left the call and closed out of discord then proceeded to shut my laptop.

Kamida and Meri-chan were my two friends from school; we've known each other since childhood. 'Course Meri-chan isn't Meri-chan's real name, that's just a nickname Kamida and I gave her. Occasionally, they called me [n/n]-chan but not too often. Then there are times where we call Kamida, Kami-kun, but mainly Meri-chan does it out of spite since Kamida doesn't like it. Especially when Meri-chan does it in her kawaii voice. Those two are the only ones outside of family that have the same vibe I do, that's probably why we've been friends for so long.

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"Hey, you guys ever wish fictional characters could become real?" I randomly asked out of the blue, staring up at the white ceiling as I waited for my friends over the call to answer my question.

"All the time," Meri-chan answered.

"We know simp," Kamida smugly commented.

"Nuuu!" Meri-chan pouted while Kamida and I laughed. "Hey, if anything [n/n] is the simp over here, she's the one actual crushing on the characters."

"Hey don't call me out like that."

"Ha! She doesn't deny it," Kamida jeered.

"Okay, what about you and Android 21?"

"Ack-" Kamida blurted before muting himself, causing me and Meri-chan to giggle. A few seconds pass by before he unmuted himself. "Why are you asking this question [n/n]?"

"No reason in particular-"

"Are you sure it's not you wanting to talk about Juuni Taisen?"

"No- it's not just that. I just think fictional characters would make reality interesting."

"Right..."

"Meri-chan if you could bring someone from Juuni Taisen to-"

"My boy Uuma! You should know this by now."

"Bruh-"

"Well, it's either that or Usagi, and I rather be alive thank you."

"Who's Uuma again?" Kamida inquired, not knowing who was who quite yet since he hasn't watched the Anime.

"Uuma is the warrior of the horse," I informed him.

"Right," Kamida mumbled before letting out a yawn.

"You sound tired, go to sleep!" Meri-chan told Kamida.

"No, you go to sleep."

"Guys, we're all on the same timezone. If one of us goes to sleep then we all do," I stated. "It makes sense since we're all planning on meeting up tomorrow."

"I guess we go to sleep," Meri-chan said bluntly.

"Yeah, alright, goodnight guys," Kamida yawned.

"Night."

"Night guys."

With that, we each left the call. I, however, didn't fall asleep right away. I woke up late and the night was still pretty early, so I opened up the Funimation app on my phone. Scrolling through the list of saved Anime, most of which were halfway through since my brother and I are watching them together, I came across Juuni Taisen.

"Why not..." I muttered to myself as my finger tapped on the Anime and went right to click on episode 7, In Like a Dragon, Out Like a Snake (Part 1).

By the time I finished episodes 7 and 8, it was 2 am when my eyes glanced at the clock in the top corner of my phone. Sighing to myself, I leaned over and snatched my charger off the nightstand, plugging it in the wall before connecting the other end to my phone. Turning off my phone, I placed it on the nightstand and snagged my sleep mask, putting that on my head.

As I laid there on my bed, silence flooded the room, not a sound to be heard but my own breathing. Vines of sorrow began to grow on me as the feeling of loneliness came over me. I tried to pull myself out of the emotion, turning over and wrapping my arms around the plain bodypillow in an attempt to comfort myself. In the end, it only helped slightly. It didn't erase the pain because I knew there were no arms that would hug me back. A tear escaped my eyes before I pulled my mask over them, and a final thought appeared in my mind before I entered the dream realm.

'I wish I wasn't alone...'

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"Congratulations, Tatsumi {Ani|Otouto}, warrior of the {dragon|snake}!" Duodecuple exclaimed. "You are the winner of the 12th Juuni Taisen, everyone give yourself a hand!" The man started to applaud but soon stopped. "The antidote has settled in by now. You'll be fine."

{"Tch|Alright"} the Tatsumi brother simply responded.

"Now that you've won the Juuni Taisen, you can make one wish of your choice. Would you like to make your wish now, or would you like for it to be granted later?"

"In all honesty, when I arrived at the Juuni Taisen I wished for {nothing|money}, I didn't need anything else really but now that {I'm here|I had time to think about} I don't want to wish for {nothing|money}."

"Oh, do you have another wish in mind?" Duodecuple inquired the Tatsumi brother sitting in front of him, alone.

"Yeah... I wish me and my brother were never apart of the Juuni Taisen."

[forallyourikemensengokuneeds]

An idea popped into my head and I have t seen any one write it yet. An MC who is in the modern time, a therapist of some sort (doesn't particularly matter) and uses it to play Mitsuhide's game right back at him. They would be trained to pick up very subtle ques and tells in the same way, the only difference really is a spy network

She looked at the appointment calender and sighed. The next patient was one of her more difficult patients. He also seemed to turn the session around and left her adrift that not many could. She had known many people who were trying and completely Manipulate others, he was one of the best. Her mother was the best however and she had learned a few tricks from the woman.

She sat back in her chair and let herself breathe. This was his second to last mandated session and they had not scratched the surface of his issues. She almost felt like this was a failure. She couldn’t reach him no matter how she tried. She had an idea. Maybe just maybe it couldnwork. She squared her shoulders and thought for a second as she buzzed her receptionist and he was shown in.

He took his seat and looked at her behind the desk. “Are you going to sit there, my dear?” He was chuckling to himself.

“Mr. Akechi just wait a moment.” She said in her blandest tone. That caught his attention. He watched her as she sat there and was looking at something on the computer in front of her. He was now waiting.

She was almost going to smile. She now had his complete attention and she knew it. She kept her eyes focused on the screen. She knew he would be able to read her. It was his job after all. She also knew if he wanted to keep his job he would have to give her something.

She stood after five or ten minutes and she moved her seat to in front of him. Before she sat she removed the jacket to her slick suit just leaving her with a white button up shirt and her pencil skirt. It had done the trick. His eyes never left her body until they traveled to her face which she had schooled to a look of boredom. He could never realize this was a different game.

“Sorry to interrupt whatever you were doing for our appointment.” He said sarcastically.

“I didn’t think you would mind.” She said blaisely back to him. “It isn’t like we actually speak during these sessions.”

“Well that much is true. At least you won’t push so hard now.” He replied.

“No. I won’t. It is nice weather we are having isn’t it? I was thinking I would take a long walk in the park before I head home tonight.” She replied.

“The weather? Really?” He asked shocked she would bring up something so mundane.

“Well it is a safe subject for the most part.” She said as she stood and stretched. She walked over to the window and looked out.

“You know the last person who tried these mind games with me ended up dead?” He replied.

“That’s interesting.” She said but she didn’t turn around.

“Is it now?” He asked. “You pushed and prodded and now you don’t care?”

“I care very much Mr. Akechi but honestly why would I continue whenyou keep your secrets to close to the vest.” She said as she slowly turned arojnd to look at him sitting there almost irritated and irate with her, “the fact is I know you are only here to pass your evaluation not actually talk about things. I get it you are a spy. You have to keep things close. You have to protect yourself at all costs. I am not hear to prg or prop. I am here to help.”

“You understand?” He asked shocked.

“This isn’t my first rodeo, Mr. Akechi.” She said.

“Call me Mitsuhide.” He said and she went to sit down.

“Okay Mitsuhide how do you want to spead the hour?” She asked and he looked at her.

“You really don’t want me to spill my guts to you so you can place it in my report?” He asked as he looked her over.

“No.” She said. “I honestly have no desire to hear that right now. Let’s talk about traveling instead.”

“Oh so you can hear of the places i have been?” He asked skeptical of her every move. This was not normal.

“No.” She smiled. “I recently took a trip to visit an old friend and do you know the airline actually had the audacity to lie as to why we were grounded? They said it was snowing in the airport which was my connection but do you know the airport ran out of fuel? How could they run out of fuel? Its an airport.”

“I missed one flight because of something similar one time, well more than a few times actually.” He replied.

“Chicago?” She asked.

“How did you know?” He asked surprised.

“Apparently they are known for it.” She said.

“Which airport do you like the most?” He asked.

“Continental or all together?” She asked.

“You’re a world traveler?”he asked.

“I have been around yes.” She said with a smile. “If we are talking here then i would have to say raleigh.”

“And somewhere else?” He asked.

“ In Africa.” She smiled. “The place is classified.”

“Sure it is.” He said with a smile and chuckle. The pair went on for the rest of the hour and he dropped little hints for her to place later. The excercise worked well and she did get him to talk. She had to smile to herself.

“Mitsuhide it is time for the session to be over.” She smiled as she looked at the time. He got up and looked back at her.

“So Doc?” He asked.

“Yes?” She said as she sat at her desk and looked up at him.

“Next session is supposed to be my last.” He said

“I know.” She replied.

“Do you think I could schedule a few more appointments after that?” He asked.

“I think we could arraigned that.” She said as she wrote it down. “I have an assignment for you Mitsuhide.”

“That is?” He asked.

“Find something that has nothing to do with work and we can talk about that next session.” She said as she looked up at him.

“You know, my dear, I think I just might be able to do that.” He said as he turned and shut the door behind him. She smiled. Maybe her hardest patient just became her easiest one all thanks to the training she learned from her mother.

[starker-au]

Chapter 1

Warnings: implied rape/non con, (kinda) attempted kidnapping, attempted rape/non con

Notes: hope you enjoy, it's not as long as I wanted but I'm hoping the next chapter I'll make longer.

Summary:

“I always get what I want, you're no exception to that Peter”

Peter wants to forget that day and the man who caused it. Tony won't let that happen.

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“I always get what I want, you're no exception to that Peter”

Peter scrubbed harder and scraped at his skin with his own nails. He still felt dirty despite washing his body in the shower for hours.

Peter took a deep breath and turned the water off. He couldn't keep taking showers for long or he wouldn't be able to pay the bills with what was left of his money. He stepped out in front of the mirror in his bathroom and let the water still on him slide down his body he was content with feeling something other than the ghost of the man's hands on him.

The mirror reflected the image of the bruises and bite marks that were still evident on his body and the scratch marks that he had inflicted on himself while showering. Peter left the bathroom eventually after drying and towards his own room to put on clothes to cover himself up.

He hadn't been in his own apartment in weeks and the foul smell that had built up while he had been gone made it clear to him that he needed to clean. It would give him something to do and something to get his mind off the betrayal.

“calm down, I'll make it good”

Peter inhaled slowly and then exhaled, there were so many signs that he should have seen. The man's behavior was always the most evident one and Peter chose to ignore it because of how generous he was to Peter.

Peter yelped at the sudden knock on the door, he debated whether or not to open the door. He left as soon as he was able to get the man's hands off of him and he wasn't sure whether the man would send someone after him, he knew he had the power too.

“Pete?- Peter? It's me” Peter recognized the voice as Neds and slowly walked over to let his friend in.

His friend scrunched his nose, no doubt at the smell from Peter's apartment.

“You weren’t at Tony's”

Peter tries his best not to show any disgust at the name.

“Yeah, we- were going to take a break”

Ned nodded apologetically and Peter could tell he wanted to hear more but Peter couldn’t tell Ned no matter how close they were, he just couldn't.

“So,” He doesn’t want to stay on this subject anymore “what are you doing here?”

“uh were going to lunch with Stephen, remember?”

He’d forgotten that he had agreed to go, he had been up to it then, to see Stephen but then again he hadn’t been forced before that, he wonders if being so excited to see Stephen and Tony’s unhealthy possessiveness is why it happened or if it was the fact Peter had tried to leave.

“-you don’t have to go anymore if you don’t want t-”

“No!” Peter cringed at his voice “I’ll go let me just put my shoes on and grab my jacket, okay?”

The same excitement he had gotten when Ned said Stephen was coming back to New York for a while and invited them for lunch was back and Peter felt happy. Neither him or Ned had talked to Stephen since he left for his new job in Pennsylvania, he hadn’t expected him to come back and invite them for lunch.

Ned opened the door for him to walk in and Peter thanked the other boy. Peter looked around the coffee shop looking for a familiar face and when a pair of gray eyes meet his he smiles and waves, heading over to where the other man is sat.

“Nice to see you two again” Stephen greets with a smile.

“You too” both Peter and Ned reply.

Stephen doesn’t look much different from when he last saw the man. Only that he has grown a goatee. He wonders how Stephen is doing at his new job but instead of asking he stays quiet and let's Ned do most of the talking.

Peter appreciates that the conversation flows as easily as it did before Stephen left and when he finally speaks up to talk to Stephen the man answers with the same kind smile he had always given Peter.

“-Oh” Ned says and lifts his phone into view, “I gotta go, sorry”

Both him and Stephen say goodbye to Ned, Peter doesn’t ask for an explanation he’s sure he knows where Ned is going and Stephen doesn’t push for one.

“You haven’t said much” Stephen says.

He probably thinks I hate him, Peter thinks.

Peter shifts in his seat, he doesn’t want Stephen to think that.

“I’m sorry,” Peter apologizes.

“You don’t need to apologize, I’ll admit though as much as i like talking to Ned, I was most excited about talking to you again”

Peter’s cheeks turn pink at that a little at Stephen’s statement, he was always unnecessarily open about things and Peter always worries about that making the man vulnerable in situations.

“I was excited to talk to you too, it’s just been a tiring couple of days”

“Work been tough?”

“Yeah” Peter lies, the last time Stephen had seen him, he had had a job but then he met Tony and the man offered to provide for him and Peter had accepted it but he can't tell Stephen about Tony.

Stephen shifts in his seat and changes the subject. Both of them are unaware when it’s no longer day time and Peter still doesn’t want to go back home to an empty, smelly apartment.

“I’ve kept you out for longer than I intended” Stephen says when they finish talking for a moment and acknowledging the outside.

“Do you need a ride home?”

“Yes,” no “If it’s not too much trouble”

Peter’s sure that Stephen knows he doesn’t need a ride home, Stephen knows he’d walked here with Ned after all, and that he used to live in the same apartment complex as Peter so he knows how far his home is from here but despite that Stephen doesn’t say anything about it or look as if Peter has inconvenienced him.

“It’s no trouble at all”

Both of them grab their coats they had placed on their chairs and then headed out and into Stephens car. It’s a quiet ride but nonetheless a comfortable one that Peter finds peace in.

“Still looks pretty rundown” Stephen comments when he parks and takes a peek out the windshield to look at the apartment complex.

“Yeah” Peter laughs a little “Mr. Toomes hasn’t done much too it since you left”

Stephen hums and Peter decides to finally say goodbye, he can’t stay with Stephen and he can’t avoid going home forever. Peter opens the car door when Stephen unlocks it and tells the man goodbye.

Walking into the apartment complex, Peter felt the same emptiness in his stomach he had before he went out with Ned and Stephen, come back. He pushes the elevator button a little harshly and ignores the looks he receives while he waits for the elevator doors to open.

He's glad that when the elevator doors open its empty and only the the small tune in the elevator playing is present. It gives him a moment to enjoy himself. When the elevator opens again, he steps out and walks towards his apartment door with his keys already out but stops as soon as he sees a figure at his door standing impatiently.

He knows who it is even from the distance, the signature leather jacket is enough for Peter to recognize Tony. He takes a moment on whether or not he should turn back but he doesn't get the choice before Tony notices him.

“Where were you?” Is the first thing Tony says when he walks up to Peter and Peter can see that the punch he threw at Tony's face in a desperate attempt to get away is starting to bruise.

Peter can't think of what to say and he can't help the bubbling anger inside him. Tony has no right to ask him where he was.

“it doesn't matter. Move” Peter finally says with as much confidence he can have in front of Tony.

Tony doesn't move and Peter isn't able to move the man himself. Instead Tony grabs his arms harshly and Peter flinches.

“Let me go!”

“When we get to the car” Tony says and Peter begins to lash out.

“Peter, stop”

He won't and he hope's someone else will come help him and appear out the elevator but as he continues to try and hit Tony and Tony proceeds to drag him towards the elevator, no one comes.

“Peter-”

Tony stops and releases him when the elevator dings and start to open, to Peter's surprise it's Stephen who comes through the elevator doors with Peter's jacket and at the moment Peter's thankful for his forgetful.

“You forgot your jacket, Pete” Stephen says after a moment, holding Peters jacket out.

“Thank you”

Tony stands quietly and watches their interaction, waiting for it to end.

“Do- do you,” Peter hopes Stephen can't tell he's shaking “want to come in?”

Stephen looks hesitant and turns his attention away from Peter to look at Tony who was already looking at him.

“Who is this?”

“my friend” Peter says quickly and notices that Tony looks displeased “he was just checking in on me but he's leaving now”

“I am” Tony says and Stephen steps out of the way to let him.

Peter hurriedly pulls at Stephen's arm to get him to move and walk towards his apartment. Peter's glad that the smell of his apartment dissipated while he was away with Ned and Stephen.

“Peter?”

“Do you want something to drink?"

“What? No. I want you to tell me who that was”

“I did”

“Who he really is Peter” Stephen says, a bit annoyed “I did see what he was doing by the way”

“he's just an ex, he's not important though”

“His name”

Peter regrets now inviting Stephen in but he supposes it's better than what would've happened if he hadn't.

“If you don't tell me” Stephen says after Peter doesn't answer “I will ask Ned”

Peter feels himself tense and he can feel himself start to shake again but this time in anger and not fear.

“You don't get to do that” He mutters.

“What?”

“You don’t get to do that!” Peter yells this time “You don't get to pry into my private life just because you're worried or you want to know something that I told you is nothing"

“it's not nothing though” Stephen's responds calmy.

“that doesn't mean you're allowed to be involved”

“Peter, I know how these things can end with ex-lovers. Never well and I want you to be safe”

“I am safe” Peter says defiantly but he knows he's not.

“Now. But if I had left would you be safe?”

Peter stays silent and tries to block out all the thoughts of Tony's hands over his body if the man would've been able to get Peter into his car.

“Look” Stephen says after a moment of silence “I'll drop the subject if you come to stay with me for a few days in Pennsylvania”

“I can't just leave” Peter lies.

“you can, you completed college early so,” Stephen says “take a few days off of work. Pack your things. And when I leave to go back to Pennsylvania you'll go with me and then I'll drive you back”

Peter thinks that it could work but he still worries that Tony wouldn't give up even if Stephen did take him with to Pennsylvania. But he supposes it would give him some time to get away, to figure out things.

“Okay” Peter agrees.

[zaraquinn]

stranger things: the breakfast club

by zara quinn 💐

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chapter two: this is what happens

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All of the six kids finally made their way into the seats of the library desk, Billy being the last one to take a seat behind Nancy and Johnathan. Ophelia took a seat in the very back, behind Steve and Julia. They all looked at their principle, Mr. Murray Bauman as he held a stack of papers and addressed the kids with such annoyance that Ophelia wondered how he even got the job. "Well look what we got here! I would congratulate all of you for being on time but I think a congratulation would be a little too nice—" Mr. Bauman had spat to the teens, he was going to continue as Nancy raised her hand, cutting him off. "Yes, Wheeler?" Mr. Bauman said annoyingly, rolling his eyes at the girl. "Excuse me, Mr. Bauman? I think there has been a terrible mistake, but, I don't think I belong here... in detention—" But Mr. Bauman doesn't care her about her excuses, as he continues to talk. "It's now 7:06 and you have exactly eight hours of detention to think about why you're in here. To think about the errors of your ways..." The teens already feel themselves tune out his voice, as Billy took out a piece of gum from his jacket and chewed it loudly, Nancy looking back in disgust and Johnathan looking annoyed; rolling his eyes. "And, you may not talk, move from your seats..." Bauman yelled back at the silent kids, stomping towards a careless Billy playing with his silver ring around his finger, pulling a chair out from underneath his resting feet. Bauman looked behind him, already finding Steve falling asleep with his head down. "You will not sleep or take thirty-minute naps." Bauman walked over to Steve, smacking him at the back of the head to walk him up. His head made a loud thud as Julia had giggled from her place in her seat. "Alright kids, we're gonna try something a little different today. I want each and every one of you to write an essay describing to me who you think you are. No less than three pages and a thousand words." All of the teens look at each other in disbelief, all having the same thought going through their minds. "Is this suppose to be a test?" Johnathan asks softly, getting completely ignored by Mr. Bauman, as he hands out several pieces of paper and pencils. "And I mean essay. Not the same word a thousand times and not skipping lines alright? You're all seniors. You're big boys and girls who know what essays are so you do it yourself alright?" Bauman yelled over the kids for the last time; suddenly pointing at Billy with his pointer finger and pinkie finger. "Are we clear Hargrove?" Billy had lifted his head from his chair, giving no words but thumbs up and returning his head back on the chair and chewing his gum. "Well good, because maybe, just maybe, you'll learn a little something about your time spent here. Like whether or not you would like to, return." Mr. Bauman said, stretching out the last word as he shoots daggers towards a carefree Billy once more. "I wouldn't want to return here." Muttered Ophelia, catching the principle's attention once more. "Shut up Thompson." He quickly shot back, earning all the glances towards her—Ophelia quickly sinking into her chair. "My office is across the hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised. Any questions?" His thick finger points towards each teen like a laser beam ready to hit its target. All the teens look at Mr. Bauman with empty stares, although Billy smirked from his seat behind the table and raised his hand way up high. "Yeah, I got a question." Bauman looks at Billy suspiciously, getting ready to try not to strangle the kid. "Do you know how receding your hairline is?" Billy pushed Mr. Bauman's buttons even further, not caring for the end result of his little roast.

The teens can already feel Mr. Bauman fume with anger from wherever they sat as he shot daggers towards the smirking Billy. "I'll give you the answer to that, Mr. Hargrove, next Saturday in detention." Everyone looked at Billy with a disapproving look, questioning why he would cost himself another Saturday to waste his time. "Don't mess with the bull young man, you'll get the horns." Bauman finally said, making weird hand gestures as he made his way to the library doors. "That man, is a brownie hound." Billy said out loud yo no one in particular. The rest of the teens stayed silent, ignoring Billy's obscure thoughts that had escaped his pretty lips. Nancy made herself comfortable as she removed her jacket and laid it on her chair, and Steve kicking his bag down underneath his seat. Johnathan picked up his pencil and started to write down the title of his essay, following the rules like he was told to from Bauman. He glanced at Nancy with a smile, and she returned with one. Steve had already put his head down on the desk, ready for bed once again as Julia started to fold the paper she received into a paper balloon. Billy had propped his feet onto his desk and Ophelia started to loudly bite her nails in boredom. The whole room could hear her go at it on her nails as every single pair of eyes on her were once again, at her direction. "If you keep eating like that you won't have space for lunch." Billy made his stupid comments as Ophelia finished biting her nail and three Billy the middle finger—he then proceeded to return it back with a wink towards the girl. "Don't worry sweetheart. I've seen you around the school before you know." It seemed like he turned his charm on as Ophelia's annoyed face relaxed more as she looked at Billy and his stupidly handsome face—but quickly faced the other way and ignored his growing smirk. "Who I think I am?" Johnathan muttered to himself, jittering with his pencil in hand; slipping it between his fingers he thought about the essay. "I am... the Eggman. I am the Walrus." He smiled as he hummed the obscure Beatles song to himself. Steve lifted his head in boredom once more, looking around the room he resided in. He saw Julia folding away at the paper and Nancy looking off into space, and Johnathan beside her writing some words on his paper. "You're seriously going to do the essay Byers?" He asked, completely annoyed by the fact he was listening to the principle's stupid rules. "I mean what else would we be doing?" Johnathan genuinely asked. Man if he wasn't so sweet and soft. "Oh shit! What happens if we have to take a piss?" Billy shouted, effectively waking everybody up from their distractions.

"What?" Nancy muttered, looking back at the delinquent. "Well, I guess you gotta do what you gotta do." Was all Billy said when he the many sounds of shuffling resulted in him undoing his zipper and belt on his pants. "Dude!" Nancy yelled, covering her eyes and facing forward as everybody else had drawn attention to Billy. "Oh my God." Julia followed Nancy's actions, same with Ophelia at the back. "Jesus Christ—seriously dude?" Steve yelled back, looking at Billy with an annoyed expression on his face. "What?" Everybody expecting him to at least feel ashamed; but of course, the total opposite for Billy. "You whip it out and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor!" Steve pulled out his chair, ready to stand up and fight Billy at any given moment. But like always Billy sarcastically follows up with a joke and a comment, toasting Steve as he zips his pants back up. "You're talking seriously got it crawling back up again dick." Steve rolled his eyes at Billy's unwanted comment. He really didn't need this right now. Billy can already feel the boredom seep through his veins and out his skin as his brain screamed for him to get some energy before he feels like he's going to turn into some lazy blob. He hated that feeling. "Hey homeboy," a pencil was thrown in the air by Billy, hitting Johnathan at the back of the head, causing him to turn to the obnoxious boy. "What?" "Why don't you close that door huh? Let's see if we can score little miss prissy here and the performing basket case behind us? Why don't we throw in Harrington's muse in the mix huh?" Billy chewed his gum with a smirk, as he pointed at Ophelia behind them and Julia, as well as Nancy. Johnathan just looked at Billy with disgust.

"Hey, asshole! Just because you don't want to be here, doesn't mean you get everybody's time here a living hell!" Steve spat back, already feeling his anger rise to the top of the surface. "Steve, he's just saying this to get under your skin, just ignore him." Julia said, lightly laying her hand on Steve's arm to reassure him. She kept a good grip, however, just in case he really does launch himself at Billy after all. "Oh, I see. You and she are fucking?" Billy proposed. "Friends with benefits? In... love?" Billy got up from his seat and sat on the table, pressing the two teens further. "Shut up!" "Enough!" Both of them yelled, causing the room's eyes towards them. Mr. Bauman's voice echoed across the room; as he yelled for them to shut up from his office.

"You know, we can't have any party going on with that door open. We should close it." Billy said, walking over to Johnathan's side of the desk, slapping him at the back of the chair. "It's supposed to be open, I don't think we're supposed to—" "Do I look like I give a shit? So what?" He quickly cut of Johnathan, prompting him to shut up as he continued loudly and proudly chewed his gum. "Look, Hargrove, why don't you just shut up? There are five people here that don't need you being an asshole for eight hours!" Steve yelled back. "Steve, just ignore him." Julia proposed. "Oh wow, the King of Hawkins High can count! I thought you weren't supposed to have brains if you're popular..." Billy shouted particularly to nobody, and Ophelia following the joke with a short chuckle. "See? She gets it." Billy pointed at her direction, causing Ophelia to smile back. She might be the one that always stars as the main roles in their school plays, but she does have a sense of humour. Billy returned with a wink her way, already causing Ophelia with a case of pink cheeks. "Steve..." Julia quickly held his arm down as she felt him start to pull his chair back. "Who the hell are you to judge anyway?" Julia yelled back, already feeling the amount of frustration from Steve equally present itself onto her.

"Really..." Nancy followed, rolling her eyes. "You know Hargrove, you could disappear in this school and no one would bat an eyelash; not one difference. You may as well not even exist in this school." Steve spat back, feeling his temper reach its limit. "Then I'll just join the basketball team! Wrestling team! Even the prep club!" He leaned over to Nancy, annoying her further. "They would never take you." "How about the art club? The theatre kid where all the drama kids make themselves known?" He pressed on further, wanting to push everybody's buttons. "Well, actually—" Ophelia thought about it but was quickly interrupted by Nancy's words. "You know why guys like you knock everything?" Fully turning in her seat, anger-filled in her words. "Nancy, don't." Johnathan put a calming hand on her shoulder, and Nancy ignoring it all. "Hey pretty face, this should be interesting." Billy nudged Ophelia's shoulder as he sat on the desk, sarcastically and jokingly paying attention to Nancy. "It's because you're afraid. You're a coward that doesn't belong anywhere and you know it. That's why you shit all over it and think you're too cool for it." Nancy crossed her arms, knowing full well she took a jab at Billy. "Oh, princess. You rich people really know everybody, do you? You know, don't you think it's also because all your popular kids are just prestigious assholes?" He smiled. Nancy furrowed her eyebrows in anger. "You know what," Nancy finished, turning around and ignoring Billy once more, hearing a laugh from Billy to signify he won. "Look, I have to meet a bunch of friends today and I'm going to get this detention extended on the count of you bonehead alright!" Steve yelled. "Oh, how social popularity is so important these days. The two keep bickering with Julia and Nancy's add ons, and Johnathan watching the door nervously, just waiting for the moment Bauman comes in and busts all of them.

Time passes and soon enough, the library returns to its silent nature—and everyone relied on up from the argument between Steve and Billy. Suddenly, Billy smirks to himself, bolting from his chair and jumping over the large desk and over to the library door. He reaches to the top, removing a screw and shoving it in his pocket. The door then proceeded to slam shut as Billy ran back to his seat behind the desk with a shit-eating grin. All the teens' face has panic written all over it. "Okay asshole, you can stop joking around and fix it!" Nancy yelled. "Yeah man, just put it back the way it was!" Johnathan joined in, facing Billy with worry. "Aren't I a genius?" Billy smiled to himself. "No asshole, you're not! You're an idiot that's what!" Julia yelled back. Steve and Nancy constantly yelled at Billy to put the door back the way it was, and Billy yelling for them to shut up.

"Why is this door closed?" The door was busted open by Mr. Bauman; yelling at the kids as they all sat in internal panic.

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[intro] | [part one] | [part two] | [part three] | [masterlist] |

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Untamed pt.5

A/n: sorry about the late update. I had a busy week.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Y/n plus size

Warnings: none

Masterlist

Today is the day I go on the small date with Bucky. Well it wasn't a date, he was accompanying me to the mall. Usually I would go the way I woke up because it was always packed and I just didn't have a reason. But NOW, I feel the need to look a bit decent. I mean it's Bucky! As i finished putting on some light mascara I heard the knock echo throughout the house. Quickly I put on some chapstick and run downstairs missing the last step falling straight to my side making a huge sound.

"Y/n?" He called from the other side of the door.

"Come in" I groan and slowly start to get up when a warm hand helps me.

"You okay?" I nod and give him a sheepish embarrassed smile.

"I'm a klutz" I laughed quickly fixed myself feeling my cheeks get red.

"You okay?" He again asked worried.

"Yep yep yep" I try to avoid his gaze as feel my shoulder bruise up. I grabbed my small backpack and beanie walking out closing the front door.

"Ready?" He nodded.

"You wanna drive or?"

"Your car" it was my mom's car, but who cares. Slipping into the driver's seat putting my backpack in the back. Silence filled the car and my hands began to get clammy due to the anxious air.

"Y-you can put on music if you want?" I looked at him and gave him my phone.

"Um you can go to YouTube or my playlist" my eyes went back to the road.

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How the fuck do you use this?! All I have is a phone that opens that Steve gave me, but this is is like a glass box.

"You okay?" She asked and gave me a worry look.

"I don't-" I handed her the phone and she took it while paying attention to the road.

"Sorry. I forgot about the lock" she said and gave it back. I began experimenting with it. This must be it? It has a music note. As soon as I open the note the screen filled with stuff. Music?

"So I just pick one or?"

"Whatever you want or just shuffle" shuffle? Just pick one you are embarrassing yourself. Anxiety rose and I choose one, she looked at me with a small smile and began humming along.

She quietly sang and my attention went straight to her. She smiled brighter and continued. She looked beautiful as always, it made me want to make her into a small size and keep her on my shoulder so no one would touch her. I feel like if I need to protect her.

"What?" She caught me looking at her.

"Nothing" I sat up and looked out the window avoiding her. Her music wasn't that bad, I understood the words that's what matters.

"Here we are" she turns off the engine and puts on her hat. Neither of us moved. Just complete silence.

"Bucky" she broke the ice.

"Have you...um..have you been following me?" Oh no.

"Do you follow me home?" Oh shit no.

"Or everywhere I go?" Holy shit No! This is it, isn't it, our newly forming friendship is over. Was there a friendship at all?

"I...." scratching my head I couldn't look at her in the eyes.

"You what?"

"Y-y-yes I followed you" she let out a huge sigh and hold my left hand. The metal hand. I forgot to put on my glove. The feeling of her small fingers was warm against mine. The warmth brought me peace until she pulled back and took the glove and put it on me. She wasn't afraid of it, and it brought me joy to know that someone liked my arm. Even when I fucking hated it.

"I was just curious, that's all." I let out a shaky laugh and we both got out of the car.

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Where do I start? Where do I start? My Christmas list was all folded and messy. Oh great, it's Tom's turn. Should I even buy him something? A warm breath shivered down my spine. I look to my right and see Bucky face right next to me.

"Yes?" I asked playfully. Bucky lookes at me, that's when I notice how close we are. I feel the warmth of his breath on my cheeks and his ocean eyes on mine.

"Tom" I point at my list and remove my gaze from his to look at the paper. He takes a step back, but inside I wish he didn't.

"Tom. Tom would like new clothes, no?"

"Yeah. Sounds about right." I nod my head and open the door to a jam packed mall. In the corner of my eye I see Bucky tense up.

"You alright?"

"Just a lot of people" he anxiously said.

"Here, hold on to my back pack so we don't get separated" he nodded and let out a small laugh.

"What?" I turn to look at him.

"Its adorable" oh god that smile. If he smiled more it can get him whatever he wants in this world.

"What is?" My face warmed up.

"The backpack. It's an elephant" he stopped laughing and touched the elephants ears.

"His name is Dumbo"

"Dumbo?" No way. No fucking way?! He doesn't know who Dumbo is?! He closed my mouth and chuckled. I didn't even know that my mouth was open.

"A bug is going to fly in"

"You don't know who Dumbo is?"

"No" I lost my shit. My hands where up in the air doing some weird shit.

"Am I supposed to know?" He laughs a bit harder that it melted my heart.

"Yea-" a lady bumps into me making me stumble.

"Jesus! What a bitch" I angrily mumble and I straighten my bag.

"Come on, let's go to get this over...." I walk in but turn around and face Bucky who is freaking enormous.

"Then I will show you Who Dumbo is, deal?" I stick out my hand and he gently holds it.

"Deal" that's when I hear his mechanical arm.

"Sorry it wines by itself" I let out a laugh and start walking to the nearest cheap clothing store. I feel a slight tug on my back pack and slow down for him to catch up.

The store was excellent for Tom. That picky motherfuckin egg (rich person), all he wants is designer clothing but my cheap self don't want to give it to him. What I plan is to get some shirt or jacket and sew the tag on it so he can feel proud of him self, also maybe he can give me more days off or something worth it.

"What are you going to buy him?"

"Hmmmmmm" I began looking at the shirts until I found one and checked out the price. Hmmmm Orange? Is that his color?

"Buck is Orange his color?" I cock my head to the side and look at him.

"No. It's purple? Blue? I have no idea Y/n" I take out my phone and call Rosie. Couple rings in she answers.

"Woah, somebody is up?"

"What ?!" She's angry.

"Babe, I was wondering what Tom wanted for Christmas?" I hold my phone against my ear and shoulder while in the corner of my eye I see Bucky looking at some sunglasses and trying them on. Looking smo-

"How the fuck am I supposed to know?" She distracted me.

"Well you know him better than anyone else in the damn diner"

"He kept on complaining about a damn scarf from one of them designer's clothing"

"Ahhh great" I put the shirt back on its rack and began walking towards the front desk to ask for scarfs.

"Bye"

"Bye bitch" i hang up my phone and try to look for the person who works here. Looking over the desk I see a group of girls sitting and gossiping.

"Excuse me" they didn't respond. I tied calling them once more but the bitches ignore me and I began to lose it. Bucky stands next to me putting a hand on my arm and slightly nods. I gave him a annoyed sigh and he pulls me to the side.

"Excuse me" his alluring voice catches their attention.

"What do you need, sweets?" A girl almost his height with a nicely portioned body (plastic) and red hair comes from behind the desk, and her two friends follow behind who look the same.

"Y/n" Bucky robs me away from them.

"Hmm" he motions me to say what I needed to say and pushes me gently to the front.

"What?" She urges.

"Hi. Um do you have any scarfs? For men?" I asked.

"I don't know? Did you look for them?" She rudely replied and checked Bucky out. Ohhh she's pushing them. She is fucking pushing my buttons.

"Do you have any or not?" I asked once more calmly.

"Are you deaf?" That's it! I'm going to jump over this desk and punch her shit te-

"Do you have them or not?" He interrupted me and the tone of his voice was a bit stern.

"Yes, sweets. They are in the back against the wall" she sweet talked to him. That cunt. Plastic cunt! I felt like jumping over but Bucky grabbed my arm and pulled me away. As he pulled me away I heard them mumble something about me, about how my body was and how i managed to get him. My anger and confidence disappeared, I felt embarrassed and disgusting. I might embarrassed him too, with my behaviour and just......me.

"There they are" he pointed and I moved from his grasp and looked for a bright colored one. What color did he like again? As I was about to ask Bucky I see the girls talk to him. It feels like high school all over. Hot guys talking to pristine girls. Then making fun of me, because of my body shape or just me being myself. After five minutes, I wanted the world to swallow me hole, but i didn't know that his eyes where concentrated on me and he smiled. And it took away a little piece of what I felt like at the moment.

"Ready?" He interrupted them. I nod and he takes the scarf approving.

"Ready to pay" as she got close to him, but he moved away to put the scarf around me and walked us to the desk. I take off the scarf and beanie to put my hair in a bun.

"Hold on" I quickly run and get the sunglasses that he was looking at and run back.

"Woah" she said about the marks and I pull my hair out of the bun. As Miss plastic was scanning the idems the girls continued mumbling about Bucky. A pang of jealousy hit my chest.

"Thank you" I sarcastically said and walked out with Bucky behind. He took hold of my arm and made me look at him.

"You look upset" he asked worried. My eyes slowly watered and my cheeks turned hot with emotion.

"Bucky...can we leave?" He nodded and I tried to bring the heat of my cheeks down. We got out of there and he got a phone call. I tried not to listen but it was a bit difficult.

"Can Dumbo wait?" He hung up the phone.

"Yep. Dumbo can wait" he smiled and it brought a small smile out of me. We arrived at his house and we bid each other goodbye.

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