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sdr2lovemail · 2 years

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Yo!! That ask where the animatronics stays in readers house was so cute!!! I lived it so much can I request a part 2 of it if it's okay, one in where the animatronics have to leave now (I just like having to imagine some of them being dramatic even though , they would still be able to see each other) I love your writing :D!!!! I hope you have a good day/night!!!!!

Hello Anon! Glad you liked it and I hope you're having a nice day as well!

I feel Sun would take leaving the hardest, so this fic is a bi~it more centered around him and Moon. Though, I made sure to give everyone some screen time.

Off topic but my metal playlist really gets the words flowing. Hearing someone scream into a microphone really gets the inspo going.

I hope you enjoy!

A guide on how to get 8 foot tall robots out of your house.

It was six in the morning and you were tired. You were told the truck coming to get the animatronics was coming at 12 pm. But suddenly you got a call and turns out the truck was coming at 8 am! Now here you were trying to scramble to get them packed and ready to leave without waking Gregory. After brewing a cup of coffee, you try to round them up by the door.

“Sun? Where’s your bag?” The animatronics came with their own luggage. It contained their bulky portable chargers, small spare parts, and whatever they deemed essential. Though that stuff was usually just junk.

Seeing that his bag was not next to them, Sun gives the most dramatic gasp.

“Huh??? Wow! My bag is suddenly MISSING! Oh no! Oh no! What a shame! Guess we have to stay here till we find it!” He slumps his shoulders in an exaggerated fashion and covers his face with his hands. “This is just TERRIBLE! I was hoping to get back to the daycare as soon as possible.” Sun peaks his optics through his fingers to look at you, tensing up once seeing your straight face.

“Sun, we work in the same building. I could drop your bag off for you. You’re leaving and getting on that truck with or without it.”

He begins grumbling and then opens the hall closet. They pull out a sky themed duffle bag. “Why do we have to leave?…Oh, I know! What if you just kept us and opened your very own Pizza Plex!”

“Because I’m not made of money, Sun. I can’t even imagine all the legal trouble I’d get into.” You explain and take a long sip of your caffeinated drink.

With a final huff, the daycare attendant goes to sit by the door. You were about to wonder where the others were when the sound of glass shattering answered your question.

Quickly stepping into the kitchen, there stands Chica with her duffle stuffed to the brim. Next to her is what used to be a jar of cookies. She’s staring at you like a deer in headlights.

“Hmmm. How did all this food get into my bag? I think you have a ghost, might wanna get that checked out. Ehehe…” She nervously laughs.

“You know what I’m going to say, don’t you?”

“Yeah…”

“Pick one thing to bring back.” At your words, Chica quickly begins to decide.

Returning back to your living room, Monty is playing on your console. He seems to be in an intense fighting match online. After a few minutes, Monty is able to K.O them off the stage. The gator triumphantly sets his controller down and kicks his feet up.

“I just can’t lose! No one has beaten me yet!”

“Yeah that’s nice, Monty. Go sit by the door now. The truck will be here soon.” Grabbing the remote, you shut the TV off causing Monty to groan.

“Why can’t you just take us on Sunday. The Pizza Plex doesn’t open until Tuesday.” He groans while leaning back on the couch.

“Don’t act like you’re brand new to this. You know you have to be checked and ready to go on stage. Plus there’s no way you guys would fit in my car. Come on, stop being lazy.”

“Ugh! Fine but you owe me something.” Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Monty walks over to the door.

“Why would I owe him…Whatever, where's Roxy?”

You walk down the halls. Quietly calling for the wolf to not wake Gregory. Speaking of the young boy, you gently open his door to check on him. He’s still asleep, that’s good. You close his door and continue your search for Roxy.

“...-o perfect. They still love you. It’s just business. They would invite you back anytime. Who wouldn’t? Everyone loves to be in your presence.” A very familiar voice comes from your bathroom. You knock on the door and call out to Roxy.

There’s a moment of scrambling before the door is swung open. Roxanne towers over you with a stiff expression. She knew that you heard her talking. That’s so embarrassing! But if you weren’t going to bring it up, she won’t either.

“Hey Hotshot. Just making sure I look my best for when we go back to the Pizza Plex. I mean, I do all the time but it doesn’t hurt to check my hair. Your bathroom has great lighting. We need to go by the door? Great, see you there!” Roxy said all in one breath. She rushes past you to get to the door.

Following her, you see that Freddy was already sitting next to his bag. At least one of them listens to you. Though, for some reason he looks a little sad. His eyes were casted down and his ears were drooped.

“What’s wrong, Freddy? Why are you sad?” You kneel down and set your hand on his shoulder.

“I am so sorry…You told us to be by the door at 6:45, but I got here at 6:50. I did not follow your instructions.”

“Freddy, it’s fine. You didn’t have to be here at exactly 6:45, I just needed you here before 8.”

“What!? How come Fazloser gets a pass when he doesn’t listen! You were so mad at me the one time I didn’t listen!”

“Because Monty, you tried to fight someone’s dad. I’m the one that got demoted for it. And could you please lower your voice, Gregory is sleeping.”

The gator lets out a growl before swinging at your wall. Stopping his fist right before it makes contact. Rolling your eyes at his tantrum, you stand up and look over the animatronics. Let’s see; Freddy, Chica, Roxy, Monty…Where’s Sun?

“Have you guys seen Sun anywhere? They were supposed to be here.”

“The bucket of screws talked about hiding or something stupid like that.” Monty grumbles out.

A scream rings out from Gregory’s room, followed by a thud and a deep grunt. You run over to his room with Freddy close behind. Opening the door, there’s Gregory angrily sitting on his bed and Moon curled up on the ground. The night animatronic is clutching his left eye and there’s a flashlight next to them. Freddy makes his way around Moon to check on Gregory.

“Are you okay, Gregory. Did anything happen Rockstar?” Freddy begins to check over the boy for any injuries.

Moon groans from the floor. “Gee thanks for the concern Fazbear…” You help them up as Gregory begins to explain what happened.

“I just woke up and he was by the foot of my bed. Obviously I had to defend myself so I threw something at them. It was self defense!”

“Uggghhh, Sunnn…I’m gonna choke him out…somehow!” Moon growls. From the inside of their shared coding, Sun is freaking out.

“Gregory, you know not to throw things in the house. Imagine if that was me. I could’ve gotten hurt.” You gently scold while attempting to look at Moon’s eye.

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I just got scared.”

“It’s okay, Greg. Now, I gotta bring Moon down to my workshop to look at their eyes. Freddy, I'll see you back at the door. C’mon Moon.”

Stepping out into the lit hallway, Moon takes a minute to shift into Sun. He grips his eye in pain, letting out a whine. “OWWwwww! My eye! I thought if I hid somewhere we could stay longer…I didn’t wanna go…”

Bringing Sun to your workshop, you sigh as he takes a seat. “How about I ask management to let you guys come back sometime. You guys seem to like it here a lot. Maybe when the Pizza Plex is closed again.”

Sun shoots up and brings you into a hug. “REALLY?! You’d do that?! It’s gonna be so much fun! I could bring my good supplies! What flavor of Fizzy Faz do you like? Does Gregory have a favorite crayon? Why not just invite me and Moon and not the others? Ignore that last thing I said!” Like magic, Sun forgets about the throbbing pain in his optic.

“Hold on, I’ll only ask if Moon and I can have a smooth maintenance and you go back to the Pizza Plex without any more complaints.”

Sun instantly sits down practically shaking with excitement. “Yes! Yes! I can do that! Ready when you are!”

You walk to shut off the light and whip out your flashlight. When the lights go out, the mechanical clicking of them switching fills the air. Turning on your flashlight, you see a grumpy Moon. Though their faceplate doesn’t change, their body language says it all.

You shine the light against his eye causing him to jerk back. “Watch where you’re flashing that!” They push the flashlight away from their face.

“I need to see if there’s any damage to your eye. Just turn your sight module off.” Huffing, Moon shuts off his ability to see, the red glow of his eyes go out.

There’s a crack going down the middle of their eye. No one thought to bring eye replacements. This was so coming out of your paycheck.

You pull the light away from their face and the lights of their eyes come back on. “You have a crack going down your left eye. Along with some scratches in your paint. Gregory seemed to have done a number on you. Well, there’s nothing I can do about it here. You’re gonna have to wait until Monday when I come into work.”

With a low groan, Moon gets up from the chair. “I’m gonna get them back. Sun won’t know when. I’m turning off our shared thoughts.” Before you could tell him not to, Moon is up and out of the room. Reaching the hallway, he turns back into Sun.

“Why do I feel like Moon said something bad?”

A knock on your front door is heard throughout the house. Roxy calls out that the truck is here to get them. You walk Sun back to the door and they pick up their bag. Now fully awake, Gregory is there to say his goodbyes as well.

As they leave, the animatronics either give you both a hug, a firm smack on the back, or a grumpy wave.

“I will see you at work, [Name]! Hope to see you as well, Gregory!”

“Seeya Hotshots! You better come and visit us Gregory. Or you’ll be a loser!”

“...Bye…My highscores better be there when I get back! Not like you can beat ‘em, ehehe!”

“Goodbye! Thanks for having us. I’ll make sure to pay you back for all that yummy food!”

“Bye bye friends! I’ll think of even more fun activities to do next time!”

They continue to wave as the back of the truck closes. Soon they begin to make their departure back to the Pizza Plex. With a smile you turn to Gregory.

“I’m going back to bed.”

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adora-but-ginger · 2 years

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Holy Ground-Ch.4

Warnings: Swearing, Slow burn (?), this chapter contains a panic/anxiety attack, it also contains lots of fluff!, Karen being angry, me accidentally writing thicc but being too tired to remember where I wrote it, swearing

Pairings: Matt Murdock x French! Avenger! reader

Word Count: ~3.9k

Chapter: 4/?

Read chapter three here

Read chapter five here

Holy Ground masterlist found here

A/N: My first Matt fic! I got inspo from @cressidaclearwood ‘s series, so definitely go check that one out too. Please do not repost my work. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! Want to be added to the taglist? Let me know!

i must have a tendency to post these at like 3am, because once again I’m going to bed ~right after I post this~. also Matt is a little shit and i love him very much.~L

translations will be at the end of each chapter

(credit to gif owner)

“You know Karen I have got to say, you are a much better roommate than any of the avengers.” Y/N said while drinking some late night tea. “You actually buy food for one.”

“Thank you?” Karen chuckled as she got a cup for herself and sat down across from her confidant.

“Let me tell you, mon amie, living in the same vicinity as the ‘earth’s mightiest heroes’ was not all it seems cracked up to be. For a man with more money than I’m worth, he does not know how to even purchase bread. There was a time that Clint and I lived off of coffee and apples for a solid two and a half days before the kitchen was restocked, and Clint doesn’t fuck around when it comes to coffee. That man can chug the stuff. I swear he made like three pots a day. Pots.” She took a sip of the hot liquid as she spoke, the oranges and pinks from the painted evening sky streaming through the windows.

“Do you miss it there? How things used to be?” Karen mimicked her actions, cupping both hands around her own mug.

“A little, yeah.” The smile that stretched across Y/n’s face was small, full of memories of what once was. “We were a family back then-argumentative, irritable, stubborn, but a family none the less. I grew to be pretty close to them all.”

Karen nodded and took another sip. “I understand, that’s how I feel with the boys. I haven’t known them for very long, but they’re more of a family than I ever had. You know, the first time I ever met them, I was scared out of my wits. They strolled into the interrogation room I was put in, and told me they had lawyers for seven hours. Seven hours.” Chuckling could be heard from both parties, but a shift in the planks outside their front door caught the speedster’s attention.

“Hey Karen?” She lowered her voice as she spoke next. “Are you expecting anyone?”

A shake of her head confirmed Y/N’s question, and she slowly stood up to move towards the entrance.

“Someone’s coming. Stay here a minute.” Approaching the door, she looked through the peep whole, senses ready and alert. They quickly died down once she recognized the person standing outside, and a sigh of relief was heard. She turned her head back and called out to Karen. “It’s just Matt.” Opening the door, her eyes roamed the man’s figure. He was in his casual office wear, aside from his overcoat which hung over his arm.

“What are you doing here?”

“Good to see you too Y/n. Can I come in?” She stepped aside to let him walk by, “Here, I can take that for you.” He handed her his jacket and she hung it up, proceeding then to lead him to where Karen was still sitting. She didn’t know that while he was well aware of where everything in this apartment was, he let her lead him anyway.

Pulling out a chair for him, she walked to the cupboard to pull out another mug.

“Hey Matt, what’s up? Is everything okay?” Karen asked as she moved her hand through her hair, ruffling it.

“I, well.” He looked flustered, like his thoughts were racing faster than his mind could keep up with. He flexed his hands and took a breath, trying again. “I overheard a conversation on my way home from the office today. It was about the case, and I needed to let you two know.” He turned to face the woman in question, that of which handed him a cup of earl gray.

“Good case info or bad case info?”

“They’re...they’re bringing in some high-level witnesses against you. Usually no one would have to testify, but since you have a non-guilty plead, they’re trying to, well to put it lightly, pummel you into the ground.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and she reached out to grab Matt’s arm. She could tell he was minorly frazzled from this all, and though she wasn’t one for physical touch, she knew he was.

Karen spoke up, noticing his fear. “Hey, it’s alright, we’ll just find someone on our side to testify, right?”

“They’re bringing in someone from Sokovia. The witness offered to testify, apparently they were there during the battle of Ultron?”

“They can do that?” The avenger questioned as she looked between him and Karen.

“They’re going to do anything they can to prove you as a threat. They want to have your signature on the accords, and they’ll pull all their available strings to make it happen” He took another deep breath, then placed his hand on top of hers. “What do you remember from that battle?”

A look of confusion passed by her face.

“I wasn’t at the battle of Ultron.”

He straightened his posture and cocked his head.

“Wait, what?”

Karen spoke up before she could. “That’s right! You were found after Barnes regained his memories, after the battle took place. You weren’t even with the avengers then, right?”

“Right. I was still HYDRA’s weapon back then. Haven’t you read my case file at all Matt?”

He shrugged. “Most of your files were redacted or not even included. But that makes no sense then, we have to tell Foggy.” He mumbled the last part more to himself, a smile replacing the long lasting frown.

She chuckled to herself and let go of his arm. “I bet you he already knows, he seems to know more about me than I do myself.”

“We should get you a witness though, someone who’s on your side that can defend you on your behalf. Any people come to mind?”

She gave him a deadpan look, and though he couldn’t see it, she hoped he felt it. “Anyone who could’ve is either hiding from the government or in this room. Unless Tony Stark has had a change of heart.”

A stale tension filled the air at the mention of the billionaire, and Karen cleared her throat.

“How is the case going? Opening statements are tomorrow morning, and no one has been filling us in. What do you guys have so far?”

Matt turned in her direction.

“We have a good intro for tomorrow, I’m going to deliver the statement and Foggy’s going to take over for a while after that.”

“Ugh, I need a stronger drink than this.” Y/n paused for a moment to look around the apartment, and then glanced back up at Matt. “Do you want anything?”

“Court tomorrow, remember?” The smile grew on his face. “I suggest you hold off until tomorrow too, it’s frowned upon to show up hungover.”

A snort could be heard from Karen. “That’s putting it mildly.”

The night was getting later, the hues of the apartment setting for a mix of darker blues and grays. For a few seconds, no one spoke, letting their thoughts overcome their minds.

“Matt? What happens if this doesn’t work?” As Y/n mumbled, breaking the comfortable silence, she could feel her heartbeat spike up, not knowing that he noticed it too.

“It will. We have to hope so.”

“That’s so very reassuring.”

“We’re good lawyers, and we tend to make true to that statement. You didn’t do anything wrong, you were helping your friend, who was framed by the way. If things go south, we can probably get you on house arrest. Things will be okay.” Matt reassured her as her heartbeat continued to rocket upward, and though she felt a little calmed by his words, her worry overtook the former.

“What if they don’t? What if they find me guilty on some charge I didn’t do, and I’m sentenced to more than house arrest? They’ll put me back in the raft, and they did awful things to us in the raft. I don’t want to go back there-”

She knew herself well enough to know what was happening to her. She tended to overthink in situations that had high stress, and if she didn’t catch it soon enough it would spiral into an anxiety attack, she knew that. She tried to slow her breathing, close her eyes and reset herself, but it was all in vain. Adding onto that, her vision started to slightly blur, and her head began to feel a little light.

Time escaped from her grasp as she continued to try to halt the oncoming anxiety, but a hand on her arm snapped her out of her momentary panic. Her head shot up and her eyes opened as she saw Matt there, mimicking her earlier actions. She didn’t know how he knew something was wrong, but at the moment she didn’t really care.

“We’ll get things worked out, alright? We’re here for you.” His voice was softer than usual, and a bit lower too.

“Is that Matt Murdock talking or lawyer Murdock talking.” Her accent got thiccer when her anxiety stepped onto the stage, interlacing with the very slightest of trembles, one that she hadn’t even realized.

One that Matt had realized immediately.

He chuckled a little at her response, but she noticed a serious expression quickly forming in its place. “A little bit of both. Who do you need more right now? Lawyer me or regular me?” He had his fair share of being overwhelmed, so he’d do whatever she needed at the moment to help her through this.

Her words were quiet as she said them.

“Regular you, please.”

“Regular me you’ll get. Do you want to sit down?”

She nodded, and he looked towards Karen.

“Karen, would you like to join us?”

She looked between them and then shook her head, but quickly realized her action. “No, I don’t want to overwhelm her.” Her tone shifted into a softer one, following in Matt’s footsteps as she spoke to her roommate. “I’ll go get you some cold water for overnight, okay? Please let me know if you need anything else. Same for you Matt.”

Matt turned towards the person in front of him once more, back to Karen, then at again at Y/n. “Thank you. Hey,” He leaned inwards towards her, “could you lead me towards the couch?” Her small response of a ‘yes’ was so quiet the only reason he heard it was due to his enhanced senses.

Sitting down, he laid his other arm atop her free one. Holding both now, he could feel her heart rate increase a little, in which he immediately let go. “Is this okay?”

Her response was meek. “Yeah, yeah it’s okay.”

His hands found her arms within no time. “Alright, I need you to squeeze my arms if you need to hold onto something, okay?” His thumbs started rubbing soft circles into her skin, trying to soothe her. “What do you need from me?”

Her response was instantaneous.

“Distract me, please.”

“Say no more.” She squeezed his arms trying to root herself into the present.

He thought about what would work best in this situation, racking his brain for memories that didn’t include the law firm.

Perking his head up, he began.

“Picture this, alright? It’s eight thirty in the evening a couple years ago, and I had joined Foggy on an ‘adventure’ of his to find this doughnut shop he had heard about. He was a little intoxicated and I was too, so I didn’t really question his source of this information. We had to have been walking around for at least a half an hour before he came to a halt-a halt to which I almost ran into him mind you-and he just grew silent.” A smile crept its way on his face

“I thought something had happened at first, because he never is speechless, but he turns to me then and says ‘Matthew, I’ve found it!’ So he walked up to the store and knocked, but no one answered because it was nine o’clock at night. So he comes back to me, crying, talking about the benefits of keeping a store open for a night crowd. Being the ever so thoughtful person I am, I asked him about if anyone answered his knocks, to which he responded, ‘the person in the shop glared at me because I was too loud, and then walked in the other direction’ He must’ve been more drunk than I thought, because then he just sat down on the shop stairs. I joined him of course, and we just stayed like that.”

Matt chuckled to himself before continuing on. “We actually fell asleep like that, because the next thing I know it’s daylight and something is being thrown in my lap. It woke me up, and man the whiff of fresh dough is so nice to wake up to, even when it’s being thrown at you. The commotion had woken Foggy up also, and well we were banned from stepping foot into the shop ever again, but we got free pity doughnuts.”

The more he went on and talked, the more he felt her heartbeat return to a sense of normalcy. Soon her stature began to grow slouch-like, meaning she was getting tired, and fast.

“Were the pity doughnuts worth it?” A small smile stretched on her face at his anecdote.

“Oh, yeah, they were surely the best I’ve ever had.” He responded with a laugh, a deep, joyful laugh.

“Thank you, Matt. For helping me.” She yawned, and he shifted on the couch to allow her head to rest on his arm.

“Of course. I kind of know how it’s like to be in that situation, when everything is too much, and I’m glad to have been able to help.” He held a few more conversations with her well into the early hours, and though he knew he should’ve gone back to his place to get some rest before the big day that next morning, he knew she needed him more right now.

Which is why it startled him at first when he felt a drop in her heartbeat. And what happened after that, well it made a feeling erupt in him that he hadn’t felt in quite some time. He felt warm, the kind of warmth felt when you’re near the water and a summer breeze passes you by.

Because when he looked over at her, she was passed out asleep.

And he’d be damned if he were to wake her.

The first thing she noticed the next morning was the cramp in her neck.

The second and by far the most interesting thing she had noticed was the pressure around her back, and the hard surface her face was pressed into. It took a moment before realization washed over her, but when it did it hit her full force, because the hard surface was a chest.

Matt’s chest.

Sleep still partially clouded her mind as she tried to recount the events of the prior night. He had talked to her for what must have been hours before she fell asleep, at least it had felt like hours. Her thoughts were interrupted by a shrill voice running through the space of the apartment.

Standing there was Karen, still in her pajamas, with a look on her face that could only be described as shocked. She looked at you, then at Matt, then back to you.

“Matthew Michael Murdock.”

His middle name was Michael?

Shaking her head of the thought, Y/n made a mental not to never piss off Karen. That woman could yell when she was angry.

He woke at her volume, trying to immediately gather his bearings. Once he realized what had happened, she could see the alarmed state wash over him.

“What-what time is it?”

“Time for you to be on your way to the courthouse to go over your statements with Foggy, not having just woken up on my couch!”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” The sleep in his voice was thick like honey, and she knew that though he definitely should not have stayed with her overnight, it was worth it if that meant she could hear this version of his voice. He removed his hands from around her waist, and though he was being reprimanded by Karen not even seven feet away, there was a guilty smile donning his face. He leaned towards the woman still laying with her head on his chest.

“Good morning.”

“She’s going to kill you.”

He shrugged in response.

“I welcome death if it happens like this.”

“Matt!” Karen stood now enraged. “Go get into a fresh suit! You have to be there in an hour for God’s sake!” He sat up now, smoothing out his ruffled shirt.

“Okay I’m going, I’m going.” The woman next to him let out a small chuckle, which made Karen turn towards her.

“And you! You’re supposed to be getting ready for the beginning of what will be determining your upcoming future! Go get ready!” With a shit-eating grin on Y/n’s face, she slowly stood up and stretched, gave a mock salute to Karen, and went into her room without another word.

Matt though could be heard on the other side on the bedroom door, in a failing effort to make ends meet with the blonde. “I’ll see you in a little while-”

“Get out!”

“I’m leaving right now, I promise. Where’s my cane?”

“You’re lucky I don’t throw it at you. Actually-” A soft thud could be heard, followed by a guilty chuckle.

“I deserved that.”

“Out.”

A door was heard opening and closing, followed by some determined footsteps. Fully dressed for the day, the avenger stepped out of her room and towards her still angered friend. Karen was standing with two cups of coffee in to-go cups in hand.

“He is your lawyer, You should not be falling asleep on him!”

She smoothed down her own suit, then reached for the coffee, before Karen pulled it from her reach.

“This is for Jimmy, you know, the one who didn’t fall asleep with his lawyer.”

A devilish smile appeared on Y/n’s face. “Well you don’t know what Jimmy does or doesn’t do.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“I was tired.” The speedster paused a second. “and so was he, apparently.”

With a deadpan glare towards her, Karen made her way to the front door. “We’re leaving, and if you think I’m reacting bad, just wait until Foggy finds out.”

Her eyes widened. “Mon Dieu, he’ll never let it go. He doesn’t have to know, does he?”

“Well well, look who’s here? You’re almost late.” Karen said pointedly as she ushered the smirking man inside. “At least you changed your clothes. I cannot believe you two.”

Matt swung his cane back in forth, smirk growing. “I have a few minutes before I’m needed. Plus, it’s not like we slept together. We just fell asleep.”

“It doesn’t matter, she is your client Matt.”

“It was an accident, it won’t happen again okay?” They both entered the courtroom, towards where Y/n and Foggy were currently discussing the weather.

“You better have a killer opening statement to make up for this morning.”

Taking a seat at the table, Matt turned towards his confidant . “Ready for today?”

Foggy fixed his tie. “Ready as we’ll ever be.”

“Well bonjour Mr. Murdock, I like your outfit, is it new?”

Before he could respond to her jesting voice with a matching one of his own, he heard a thud accompanied by a reshuffling of papers. “Take that grin of your face, this is important.”

“Ouch, Karen, why so violent this morning? Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?”

Matt grasped on quickly. She was having fun with this.

“You know exactly why-” she was no sooner cut off by the familiar ‘all rise, court is now in session’ mantra, signaling the official start.

Matt blocked out the usual introduction proceedings, and when he was up to deliver his opening statement, he took a quick listen to her heartbeat.

It was pounding.

She was depending on him to make sure this went well. They all were.

He unfolded his cane, and wished himself luck.

“Today is the start of a battle. Not the type of battle you think of in terms of war, but a much more discreet type.” He strode over to the Jury. “There, in the far right of the room, is sitting a person who has been through some literal pits of hell. She was trained to be a soldier, forced to be a soldier, and then chose once more, ignoring all her past trauma, to become a soldier to defend one who was dear to her. I believe that most, if not all of you would have done likewise if in her place, when one of the only people you trust is framed and hunted by multiple governments. She defended was she believed was right, in an effort to prevent her biggest lifeline from being forced into a position that, had he been sent to, could have sparked heaps of harm. So all I ask from you today folks is to frequently keep in mind what you would do in her shoes. The shoes of a broken soldier, the shoes of one who was trying to help the only person that truly stayed stagnant through all she’s been through. Thank you.”

To say she was speechless would be to severely undersell it. She was blown away by the boys’ job today. From Matt’s statement to Foggy’s objections, she hated that hope had formed within her. She was currently in Nelson and Murdocks’s office alongside Jimmy, Karen, and the two men of the hour themselves.

They absolutely killed it today.

If the whole case goes like this, she might actually win. If not, though she knew the others would disapprove, she decided that she was going to contact Steve. She thought of it like a scale, where somedays it would tilt in the direction of the lawyers, and other it tilted towards the life of a fugitive. Today was the first day where the former was favoured.

She looked around at the little circle she was temporarily apart of, and genuinely smiled. Earlier as she was walking with Jimmy, she overheard Foggy tearing into Matt about her being ‘his client’ and ‘being disbarred’ and ‘his reputation’, meaning that he definitely found out about the previous night. She knew why they were making a deal about it, but she didn’t think they had to be making that big of a deal. It’s not like they slept together or anything, and she was fully aware of the conflict of interest aspect if things went too far.

But there was just something about him, something that invigorated her. He was hiding more than he let on, and she wanted to get to know all of his hidden sides.

Plus, he had a nice voice.

She knew not to press so far into it now though, while the case was still going. But that couldn’t mean that she didn’t have a little fun along the way.

Translations

mon amie-my friend

bonjour-hello/good morning

mon dieu-(oh) my god

Taglist

@eliwinchester-barnes @enjoymyloves @mshannah

#im a really good lawyer #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #daredevil #daredevil x reader #charlie cox #karen page #foggy nelson #marvel #fanfiction #holy ground #mcu fic #mcu fanfiction #mcu #mcu tv shows #series #matt murdock series

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prttydolls · 2 years

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mutual appreciation post!

back to the celebration <3

yo imma just get right into it, AAAAH Also side note ; if were mutuals and I didn't tag you I only added my moots who I talk to often ;(, I'M SORRY BUT I STILL LOVE U <33

@f4iryluvy

babe you were my first ever follower ever, and first mutual! Although we never interact alot, I always see your pfp always stands out in my inbox. Ily so much<3

@riddlesia

siaa! You are the most sweetest person I've ever met! Even though your probably on another blog I just wanna say ily so much ❣️

@b1ls / @mvdbldd

zara 😒. JKJK- you are a amazing mutual and I love your personality and everything about u n ur blog <3 also I'm incredibly sorry for what I did 😔 pls forgive me 😭 /e cry. Jokes aside ily :')

@sapphxire

ava ily even though we don't talk often🤍 u are honestly so pretty and idk why r u even mutuals with me 😕 I hope you are always doing well <:))

@shespeaksinsongs

fio u were like such a huge inspiration to me when I was a small tiny pathetic baby blog 🙄(u still are my inspo) anyways I love u sososoososos much. Everytime I see a butterfly it makes me think of your old url for no reason 💀😭🤍

@elysian-i

belly!! luv u from the very bottom of my heart <3 I always get nervous on sending you asks and stuff cuz I'm such a pussy to talk to you 😭— I love your work, and everything about your blog<33 I hope every cat u encounter will purr lovingly at you

@littlemissnoname13

hi big sis 😁🤞hehe, vi you will always and somehow will be an older sister figure I never had 😭 I legit love when you post your art and I could admire your blog for HOURS!! Ily so much ^_^

@mikaelariddlemalfoy (hope you don't mind HDJSHDHS 😭)

hii mikaela<3 I love when I see your notif in my Tumblr inbox and tiktok<33 and I'm so happy that I found u on tumblr<33 ily and always stay safe 😚💋

@thatsalexa4you

My first mutual who is the same language as me (Filipino)!! :D luv ur themes you always make such cute ones and especially ur fics are so good I deffo reccomend that you should check alexaʼs page <3!! Love ya:]

@ladyvesuvia

hi vessy wessy 🥺 love ya to the very bottom of my heart <33 u deserve all the patata chips in the world ;D

@weaselbrownie

flo!! <3 we interact often but, i hope you always do well in anything you do!! <33

@dracoslittleangel

wi 💙💙!?!! ur the most sweetest blog ive ever met, and i luv that you interact w me <33 seeing ur pfp in my inbox makes me smile :))

@miss-celestial-being

bee 🐝 !! always love seeing your posts in my home page, and your notifications in my inbox:')) ily<3

if your my mutual and i didn't tag you, im sorry<3 i still love you though :))

#700 celebration !!#— ;; 𝖼𝗁𝗅𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒 !

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bebepac · 2 years

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20 Questions Tag

Thanks @kaitycole for the tag. I know I’m late.

Nickname: Bebe

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Height: 5′10″

Last Movie I saw: Cruella I think. I watch more netflix series than anything else.

Last thing I googled: ‘How to change your google back to English’ for a friend.

Favorite Musician: I love so many different genres of music, for me to say just one, is really difficult.

Song Stuck in my head: Nothing currently thank goodness, But if I am working on a fic, I like to play the song inspo for that chapter on loop.

Other Blogs: Naw bro. I can barely keep up with this one right now.

Blogs Following: a lot of different ones. Content, Artwork you name it.

Sleep Patterns: Some people would debate I don’t sleep since I do wake up randomly throughout the night. I am usually in bed before 11pm and up by 4:30-530am every day that i’m working.

Lucky Numbers: Whatever is in my checking account. #not broke

What am I wearing: my pj’s lazy weekend y’all.

What would I do if Capitalism didn’t exist: Same stuff different day, maybe just be overall a bit more relaxed? I guess?

Dream Trip: Greece is still on the list

Favorite Food: Never met a carb i didn’t like.

Instruments I play: Everything. You didn’t say how well i play them.

Languages I speak: Everything: Again you didn’t say how well I speak them.

Favorite Songs: Did we learn nothing from the favorite musician question?

Random facts about me: I’m left handed, and make all my MC’s and their LI’s left handed too. Any of my OC’s that are right handed, when I originally created them they weren’t meant to be LI’s. I love sci fi movies, but not scary gory ones. And I prefer Star Trek to Star Wars, I dare you to come at me bro.

tagging @queenjilian @karahalloway @lilacsandwhiskey @burnsoslow

@sirbeepsalot @fictionloveevie @queenwalton

And if you see this and want to do it too, consider yourself tagged, tellz me about yo self.

#bebepac talks #20 questions tag #telling you about mah self

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lilyminer · 3 years

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Yo if any of you philza artists wanna draw the crow flock idea and need some inspo go check out the avril-circus blog. They draw crows with their character a lot, plus they just have really gorgeous art. Not sure how much of it is on their blog cuz I usually see their stuff on insta but just go take a peek.

#mcyt artists #dsmp artists #philza art #mcyt #dream smp #d smp #dsmp #philza #mcyt phil #philza minecraft #phi1za

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thepixelelf · 4 years

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hehe I really hope this is okay to ask but I really love your fics and I was wondering if you had any the boyz fic recs 💘💘💘

Thank you!!! I don’t read much tbz for some reason I can’t explain but I still have some that come to mind :)

To All the Boyz I’ve Loved Before - by @theboyz-engup

⤷ honestly just such a masterful collection of writings. Each boy has his own unique story, and the mc goes on an amazing, subtle, and yet remarkable journey of self-discovery. Everything is connected in a way that makes you go whoa. There are such sweet moments to make your heart smile and gut-wrenching moments that make you so angry at yourself, at people, at the world. It’s simply... incredible.

the Round the World collaboration - a collection of works by these amazing writers: @juyeonzz, @ukiyoexo, @2hyunjae , @moondustaeil , @atbzkingdom , @ihearttbz , @mae-gi-writes , @fairyoftbz , @aniyawoos , @chaoticdeobi , and @heartyyjeno

⤷ I feel bad that I haven’t gotten around to reading these but I can assure you it is quality stuff!! All of these guys are really talented, and you should check out their content even outside of the collab

[reveal: catching fire] secrets - by @tbzhours

⤷ Okay so this has only just started but I am insanely excited for it. Paney’s writing is Top Notch and even though this series is not complete you should check out the rest of her masterlist too!!

eurydice - by @wavesmp3

⤷ uh hello Hadestown inspo??? Yes????? Shawna is just recently getting into tbz so she doesn’t have like a whole bunch of fics for them but HOT DAMN when I say quality over quantity I mean it. (She also has??? a whole ass??? original work??? Like damn okay I see the talent. I see it. (It’s called the sea is yours to take and I will shamelessly promote it even though you did not ask))

Rewind, Revive. (All That We Are) - by @hhjs

⤷ have not read it because I don’t want to cry my heart out (saving it for a day when I need the sadness, ya know?) but I KNOW it’s amazing. All of Amal’s work is. If you’ve never read her stuff, it’s totally worth checking her out. She also writes for skz and I know there are a lot of staydeobis out there sooooo go wild lol

Espionage - by @photosynthesuns

⤷ yo.... still not over this. The fact that it was N’s debut piece is incredible like hello??? The yearning?? The hinting at requited love??? I live in this fic whenever I have good dreams I swear.

Uhhhhhh so there you go :) you can also check out my #ficrec.tpe tag or my ficrec.tpe/theboyz tag for all recs + reviews

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beliefisabeautifullarmour · 3 years

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13 sep - Sunday night- in bed

Haven't thought of tumblr in awhile. Probably because I've been pretty happy living and doing shit I love. Things has been rockin'.

The last weekend tho, things got out of hand and I went a bit too hard? Currently feeling the down from the 2 days filled w alcohol n stuff.

Not that its the end of the world but as someone who wants to have this element of intoxication / high junkie / living life to the fullest (imo) as well as keeping his shit together, it really helps to yknow take a step back prioritise so that you don't get lost in the pleasure and forget that you need a solid foundation to be able to handle the pleasure.

It's easy to enjoy, to fuck it and do whatever you want. But it's not sustainable, practical nor wise. I think this weekend was good but I need to keep my priorities in check. Next week is going to be hella busy at work. Followed by 2 weeks of reservist the following week.

Focus for the months will be CFA lvl 2. And really progressing in terms of knowledge and skills in work. I've been doing well so far, but I need to work towards the next level. The taking on of more responsibility, the stuff that's gonna earn me my big cash next time yo.

That aside. While I'm feeling the down. Lowkey slightly depressed. Nothing I can't handle but boy does this feel emo-ish. Don't even know why, probably due to all the K that I'm suffering from an endorphin shortfall tbh lmao.

Fucking inspo-ing the fuck outta myself.

PEACE

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random-mha-thoughts · 4 years

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Rose (Bakugou x Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst to slight fluff

Summary: Bakugou has a crush on you and uses Kirishima’s party as the perfect time to confess. He’s practiced so many times, but things don’t go according to plan.

Inspo: “Forever Now” by Ne-yo and this TikTok

Word count: 2,241

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog

a/n: I think y’all have been too spoiled with all the fluff I’m putting out, it’s time you start crying and screaming.

Also I tried something new with this. I put it in Bakugou’s POV, so for the first time in all my posts, I’ve actually had to use (y/n). It feels so weird! In all my past writing I use OCs, but this fandom loves (y/n) so much.

I think it’s pretty canon that Explosion boy has a secret inferiority complex, so I tried to channel that here too (aka slight cursing warning? But it’s baku, it’s implied) Enjoy!

Alright, dumbass, you're doing this tonight whether you're ready or not.

My reflection stares back at me in the mirror as I ruffle my hair for the who-knows-how-many time in the past hour. I need to put in the extra effort to look particularly handsome tonight. Instead of going in jeans and a shirt like I always do, I chose a white button down, black jeans, a black belt and all black sneakers. I triple checked my breath and sprayed myself with deodorant twice for good measure. Nothing can ruin this, nothing should ruin this.

I hope.

"No, idiot!" I point at my reflection. "You gotta believe you got this! She's gonna be blown away by how hot you look and how suave you are!" I take deep breath and adjust the collar of my shirt. "You're the man. Why wouldn't she like you? You're a catch." I pause, realizing what I'm doing. "Fucking moron!" I growl, convincing myself I'm not crazy for talking to myself.

I grab my bomber jacket hanging from my doorknob, a rose already tucked in the inside pocket. I'm confessing my feelings for her today, it's now or never.

Ever since Kirishima dared us to kiss a few weeks ago at lunch as part of a game, I can't get her out of my head. Her lips just mold so perfectly against mine. I would've kept going if she hadn't pulled away and we had to play it cool afterwards. Even before that, I guess I had feelings for her. A girl that can be affectionate, can hold her own in a fight, and can put me in my place with a sharp tongue; that's the kind of girl she is. With such a great personality, she could have anyone she wants, I just hope she chooses me too.

I shake my head, dispersing those thoughts. I have to believe she's interested in me too. We have good chemistry, even Kirishima agrees that we would be explosive together. I can feel her sometimes get nervous around me, light up a little brighter when she sees me.

Soon enough, I find myself outside Kirishima's place, the faint sound of bass bumping leaking from behind the door. I take a deep breath and let myself in, the background music hitting me first and the smell of sweat second. Everyone's gathered into their separate groups at different corners of the room. (Y/n)'s with Kirishima, Ashido, and Kaminari near the snack table, so I slip over.

"Woooow Bakugou! You cleaned up nicely!" Ashido squeals as I approach them.

As all of their eyes turn to me, I tug at my shirt collar again. "Yeah, yeah, shut up about it. I just didn't wanna look like a bum."

"You look great, dude," Kirishima shoots me an 'ok' gesture.

"Brooo, if I were a chick, I'd bang you," Kaminari slurs, leaning into me.

"Hands off, dude," I push him away from me. "What's up with him? Did Jirou taze him again or something?"

"He's had a few too many drinks," Mina shakes her head at him.

(Y/n) snorts, taking a sip from her plastic cup, "I smell gay panic."

"I'm not gay!" I scream a little too defensively.

"There's no need to hide it, Bakugou, we'd still support you," she continues with her teasing, looking me dead in the eyes with her suave glance.

For a moment, I'm tongue-tied and my heart skips a beat. I cough to cover it up. "Good to know, but sadly for Kirishima, I'm not into guys."

"Hey!" the redhead pouts and Ashido pats his shoulder comfortingly.

We continue talking about whatever. I don't miss the few times (y/n) sneaks a glance at me. Maybe it inflates my ego, but I'm relieved she noticed, especially since I dressed up for her. It's a good sign, maybe things will go well later.

The only annoyance is the way Kaminari's messy behavior, throwing himself all around and slurring. It clearly puts off everyone, (y/n) included. The good part is that he's making a fool of himself and (y/n) scoots over closer to me to avoid him.

"Is that dumbass getting on your nerves? I'll destroy him for you," I whisper to her.

"No, it's fine, he's just having a good time," she responds, scooting a little closer to me until our arms touch. She bites her lip before adding, "You look really handsome today. Did you finally look through your closet for once?"

I shove her with my shoulder. "I have someone I wanted to impress."

She quirks an eyebrow and smirks at me. "So you are gay for Kirishima?"

It's so hard for me to be angry at her when she looks at me like that. It doesn't help that she looks amazing too. Her leather pants hug her curves and her velvet black crop top exposes just enough stomach. "How can I be gay when you're standing right here?"

Her body shifts towards me. "I guess I should take that as a compliment?"

"What do you think?" I lean in closer to her. The flowery scent of her perfume fills my nose and it takes everything I have to not kiss her right there.

She glances down at my lips for a moment, biting her own. "I think I wanna dance." Finishing whatever's left in her cup, she grabs my arm and brings me to the middle of the room where I hadn't even realized everyone else in our group was dancing. Jirou had stolen Kaminari away to dance with his drunk ass and Kirishima's with Ashido.

I start stepping to the music with (y/n). I'll admit I'm not the best at this, I don't even know what to do with my hands. Can I put them on her waist? On her hips? Is she cool with me touching her at all? She senses my hesitation and places me hands just above her hips where the exposed skin is. Surprisingly, it's warm despite being out in the open.

"What's got you so tense?" she smirks at me as she sways her hips to the music.

I smirk back at her. "Just wanted to make sure you can handle me touching you."

As we continue moving to the music, her arms wrap around my neck, bringing us closer together and my heart pounds. "You look beautiful," I half-yell in her ear over the noise.

"Thanks." She pauses before adding, "I was joking about the Kirishima thing."

I lower my hands to her hips, making sure not to touch anywhere else by accident. "I know. He's not the one I'm trying to impress."

I watch as she bites her lip and looks down at mine. Her body almost instinctively leans into me, letting me feel her. My head spins out of control. Now, idiot! Now's the time to do it. My throat feels dry, the words I've rehearsed countless times failing to come out.

The thought of rejection enters my mind and I freeze up. I'm not ready, I can't do this. "I'll be back, I'm getting a drink." I unwrap my arms from around her warmth. She blinks, seemingly dazed, and I escape, trying not to reveal how nervous I am.

I lean over the table, suddenly nauseous and cold all over. Idiot! You just blew your chance! That was the perfect time! I stuff pretzels in my mouth, cursing myself as I try to relieve my anger by crunching something.

"Whoa, are you good, dude?" Kirishima approaches me, an eyebrow quirked. "I thought you and (y/n) were getting it on dancing well?"

I growl, "I chickened out, I couldn't do it."

My best friend crosses his arms. "Come on, dude, grow a pair and just say it. Like ripping a bandage off." His face lights up. "I know. You just need some liquid courage." He pours me a shot of whatever these idiots managed to smuggle in here into a smaller plastic cup. "Down the hatch! I'll link back up with you in a sec. Good luck!" He pats my head and flashes a shark-toothed grin before heading somewhere else.

I don't even bother looking inside it before gulping the whole thing down in one shot, the liquid leaving a burning trail as it slides down my throat. Scrunching my eyes and shaking the pain away, I let out a whoop of confidence and take the rose from my jacket. I take a deep to calm my nerves again. "Let's do this," I chant, turning around.

And I wish I hadn't.

Kaminari's lips are against her's. And she's not pushing him away.

My entire body grows cold, everything in slow motion and muted as I watch them. I drop the stupid rose and run outside, slamming the door behind me. My breaths heave in my chest as I try to control my emotions. White hot fury, regret, and misery mix in my veins and my head becomes too heavy to bear. I feel like punching something and crying at the same time. I don't know who I'm more angry at. Kaminari for being a drunken asshole? Me for chickening out and ruining a perfect confession? (Y/n) for kissing him and leading me on this entire time?

I lean against the wall, clutching for something to hold onto as the world spins under my emotions. The thing that grounds me is the sound of the door opening.

"Bakugou?" her voice follows against the music. "Kiri said you ran out-"

My instincts act before I can stop myself, fueled by rage. I push her up against the wall with a thump. "What the fuck was that?" I growl from low in my throat. She freezes, knowing she was caught. "Why were you kissing that idiot? And why didn't you push him away?"

Her broken face betrays no words, she barely even wants to look at me, frustrating me eve more.

"Damnit!" I roar, slamming my hand into the wall next to her head, making her flinch. "I know you like me. Either that or you're leading me on for your own entertainment. Tell me the truth or I'm walking away."

(Y/n) finally lifts her head and stares into my eyes. She looks almost as emotional as I do. "Denki and me... We were together before!" She screws her eyes closed. "Things we just not working out, and when we broke up, I thought we were fine. We were both cool with it. But he was a drunken mess and he was crying about how much he missed me out of nowhere and I was just overwhelmed, okay!" She's shaking now, but manages to open her eyes and shoot me a malicious glare. "And how can you be angry?! I thought we were having a great time dancing and getting closer to each other and then you pull away! What was I supposed to think? I took that as a rejection!"

I groan out and scream, "I fucked up, I know!" My hand collides with the wall again, lolling my head onto her shoulder, breathing in her scent again. A mix of her and my anger makes me snap my head back up and grab her shoulders. "I... (Y/n)." My words won't come out, and I growl again. "I fucking like you! That's what I should've said and all this would've been avoided! I should've fucking kissed you when I had the chance!"

With that, I angrily smash my lips to her's. She tastes slightly of alcohol and the cherries I remember from our kiss a week ago. "I wanted to be the only one kissing you tonight," I murmur, crushing her into the wall with my body and attacking her again.

My heart skips a beat when she pulls me by my collar, moving her hands up and grabbing my nape, nails slightly digging into my skin. She kisses me just as angrily and passionately, each of us trying to dominate the other. Our kisses become sloppy as the heat rises between us, trying to nip at each other, me ultimately winning and capturing her swollen bottom lip between my teeth.

I push her away, both of us panting for breath. "Well? Are you just gonna kiss me or are you gonna say something?"

Her face turns a deeper shade of red. "I-I like you too. Stupid."

The way she's so flustered almost melts the anger out of me, but her acceptance of my feelings is what completely erases it. I clear my throat. "Good. So now you're mine. And if I catch that electric idiot trying to kiss you again, I'm pounding his face in."

She shoots me a look. "You don't have to act so tough. I know you're just insecure."

My face heats up. "Shut up, idiot. I'm not sharing you with anyone, that's all." I remember the rose and start frantically patting my jacket for it, until I look down and see it slightly worse for wear. I pick it up and cough. "God, I rehearsed this so well and look what happened."

(Y/n) plucks the flower out of my hand and pecks my cheek with a grin. "I think it was a lot hotter this way."

I chuckle. "You're right," I sneak my hands to her hips again, like it's become a new routine, "I'm not cut out for that vanilla bullshit anyway."

#bakugou x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou angst #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou imagine #bakugou scenario #female reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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vanchlo · 4 years

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The Assistant / Chapter Thirty-Five, “The Associate”

*NEW* Check out the new character survey I filled out from Becky’s POV here!

*NEW* Take a look at the new character survey I filled out from Harry’s POV here!

All chapters can be found here!

Inspo tag can be found here!

Spotify playlist *new* can be listened to here!

P.S. - Hi! Thanks so much for reading! I wanted to let you know I go back to work this week after months of being off due to COVID. I’m ahead on chapters right now by like 1-2, luckily, and I’ve been loooooving writing again for the last couple of months. I hope to find time after work and on weekends to still write. If I happen to not be able to post a chapter every week still, I’ll let you know and it may just be less frequent is all :-) Just an FYI. Also, this is my new favorite chapter of this story I’m SO excited for what’s happening!!!!!!

SNEAKYYYYYYYY PEEK

“Harry,” I mumble aloud, words and thoughts racing around in my head. They steal the words from my mouth, and the moisture from my throat. Exhaling slowly, my fingers wrap around the bigger box, a long rectangular shape. It’s heavy in my hands, and the paper is smooth, the flower shapes embossed into it. Brushing a tear away from the tip of my nose, I set it down on my lap, fingering the edge of paper on the side. I wonder if Harry wrapped these, and if he did, he didn’t do too shabby of a job, I wonder silently. A shock of dark purple catches my eye, and I see the card lying at the bottom of the box, but I ignore it for now. You’re last, because I know you’ll make me cry the most, I tell it. The paper rips quickly between my fingers, but keeps its secret hidden until I tear the paper again, in one long sweep.

Song Inspo: Be Kind by Halsey x Marshmello (click to listen)

PART 3: THE ASSOCIATE

“But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out, is in.”

— Junot Diaz

The floor to ceiling windows leave much to the imagination as I stroll past their clouded glass, sure of the fat snowflakes falling behind them. Bringing the mug to my lips, I’m warmed when the coffee passes them. My rings make clinking noises against the yellow ceramic as my shoes pound on the tiling. Looking up, I hurry past the shining doors that begin to close. Exhaling, I press a finger to the number of the floor I seek, adjusting the strap of the bag across my chest.

“Oh hey,” I mumble once my eyes scan the company I keep on the lift. They hardly nod their head at me as they scroll through pages on their phone. “So um . . I reckon she’s graduated by now, an’ has tha Bar exam comin’ up. Has she mentioned how it went if she’s taken it already?” I inquire excitedly, leaning against the railing and subsequently crossing my legs out in front of me.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” Asher retorts, not even lifting his head to look at me.

“Ashe,-” I begin, but he doesn’t let me get any further with my sentence, finally forgetting his phone.

“I’m done being your little messenger bird, Harry. I was done with it months ago, I don’t know why you couldn’t take a hint when I stopped talking to you last summer,” he spits, malice laced amongst his words. I try to step into his sentence, much like he did to mine, but once again I don’t get the chance. “If you want to know how Becky’s doing, Harry, then bloody ask her yourself. But don’t fucking lead her on again and then just ditch her, she deserves better than that, and I think you know that too. Talk to her! You try and ask her how the Bar went, or if she graduated already. I don’t know what’s stopping you,” he finally finishes, muttering curses under his breath as he steps off the elevator hurriedly.

“Well fook me,” I mumble before taking a long pull from the rest of my coffee, suddenly wishing it was Irish.

My body bobs up and down after falling on the springy mattress. I’m reminded of those stick-on glow in the dark stars you’d place on your ceiling as a kid. Suddenly, I wish I had some on mine. Instead, I stare up at a plain ivory ceiling, a color I’m not sure how to feel about right now. I almost space out again after staring at the walls of the same color at my work all day long. When my eyes trail to the rest of my bedroom, they’re bombarded with shocks of color all around. From the posters hugging my walls, the blankets on my bed, the framed pictures, and the mess of my desk. With a yawn, I slide off my bed and walk over to it, booting up my laptop. Running a hand over my face, sleep beckons me back to my bed as my typing fills the search bar.

“Just one more look,” I mumble to myself, silently promising myself I’ll go to bed after this.

As the page loads, a smile sparks on my lips when I see the framed diploma on the lavender wall above me. It pulls me back to that day last month when I walked the line to receive it. He filled my thoughts then, calling me back to the assignments he helped me with, and how clinicals were more of a breeze due to working with him. The Fleetwood Mac albums I was gifted for Christmas from Robbie sit beside me, all thanks to his contagious taste in music. Somehow, he was there with me for everything, even if he really wasn’t. The first snowfall this winter, the first anniversary of my dad’s diagnosis, the day of my recent Bar Exam, and anytime I saw something that reminded me of him. That perhaps was the easiest way he appeared in my thoughts of all, coming forth from his home in the back of my head to make an appearance. Because for some reason, he keeps reminding me that I am where I am, all thanks to him.

“Skye?” I murmur, lightly knocking my fist against her door. She turns to me with an inquisitive look, brunette eyebrows raising.

“I need to tell you something, and you can’t be mad at me.”

“When you start a sentence like that, Ree, you’re pretty much guaranteeing that I’ll be mad,” she almost laughs, beckoning me over with a hand, pausing the video she watches on her phone with the other. “Come here, you look like a lost puppy.”

Exhaling slowly, the nerves tickle along my skin as I cross the room. Scooching over, Skye gives me some room to sit down beside her.

“So you know that I haven’t been able to find a new job since graduation, which was now a month ago,” I begin, eliciting a simple nod from her as she licks a spoon coated in peanut butter. “Well, I just applied for one.”

Her face morphs into one of happiness suddenly, a smile covering her features. “Ree, that’s great! Why would I be mad at you?” Skye beams, a melodic laugh flowing from her lips. Gently, the happiness dissolves from her face to be replaced with confusion. “Wait, why would I be mad at you again?” she asks firmly, cocking her head to the side. It takes her about ten seconds, but once that happens, there’s no going back. The realization unfolds on her face quickly, eyes widening and mouth settling into a firm line.

“Becky, you did not! You did not apply there! You bloody idiot!” she almost shouts, wagging the spoon of food at me.

“It was the only open position I’ve come across in months, Skye! You know that I started looking in November when my clinical was wrapping up at Turner and Jones. They didn’t even hire me, Skye, and that’s unheard of! Somehow every firm in London is full of lawyers, and isn’t hiring any new ones! I had to!” I confess, trying to explain myself. Her hard-set jaw tells me that I haven’t fooled her yet, or won her back to be in her good graces again.

“You didn’t have to, Ree! You’re not going to be happy there, you know that!”

“So what? It’ll be experience on my resume then!” I object, trying to knit together a reasoning for my decision.

“Who bloody cares about your resume, Ree?! You know what you’re doing walking in there, again! You can’t go back to work for him, you know that! Are you bloody stupid applying to work at Harry’s firm?” she explodes, face sewn together with anger and disgust. It almost breaks my heart, but lately it takes more than that to hurt me.

“No, don’t! Let me explain. I know I have a good shot at getting the job. One, I’ve worked there before and as long as it went well, most places will jump to hire somebody who’s familiar and they had before. Two, I know how stuff works there. Sure it may have changed in the last two years. But I know their filing system, their database, and I sat in on enough fricken consults to know how they work. So I know their process and how they run things with cases. I even know their bleeding copier, Skye. Three, I know that they pay their employees fucking good, and I need that now instead of what the admin job gives me. Four, my experience probably trumps any other candidate who is going in there fresh-faced from uni. I worked there already, and I work at the freaking courts! And five, I won’t let him get to me, Skye. I need this job more than I need him, I wouldn’t have already filled out the application if I couldn’t accept that. I’m over him.”

“Oh bloody hell, Ree, you already filled out the app,” Skye sighs, dropping her head into her hand. She runs her fingers through her blue and purple hair, a long groan leaving her lips. She lifts her head to look over at me with honesty painting her features. “And what if you walk back into his fucking firm, and suddenly, you’re not over him anymore?”

“I don’t know, I’ll figure it out once I get there. Or if I even get there, if I’m hired,” I confess, exasperated by her interrogation.

“Ree, for all we know he’s still dating that girl. You know that’s going to kill you having to see it firsthand, even more than with Amber,” she coos, reaching a hand out to massage my knee.

“I know, but I just- I have this feeling, Skye. Maybe it’ll work,” I whisper, dropping my eyes to play with the ring on my pointer finger.

“And if it doesn’t?”

“Then I quit and find a different job. I’ve already quit a job there before, it can’t be too hard to do it again,” I divulge with a huff.

“I just don’t want you to put yourself through hell working for him again, Ree, you don’t need that a second time.”

“I know. Trust me, I know,” I agree with a spiteful laugh, trying to hide my emotions, but I’ve never been good at doing that with Skye. Or Harry, which makes me doubt this one hundred times more.

What the fuck am I doing?

Mindlessly, I watch as tornadoes form in the murky brown liquid after I remove the spoon with a clanking sound. With a random deep breath, they whirl around in the mug before my eyes, and collapse into nothingness.

“No luck yet?” somebody asks, stirring my attention. Looking up, I find Sophie shooting me a smile as she pours steaming water in a mug. “With the job prospects?”

“Um, no,” I answer automatically, my sure-fire answer as of recent. “Well, actually I applied for one last night, but I’m not sure how to feel about it.”

“How come?” she inquires, taking a seat at the oval table across from me, jigging a tea bag up and down in the scalding water.

“It’s at the firm I worked at before, which didn’t end too well on my side,” I reveal, avoiding her prying gaze as I bring the hot coffee to my lips.

“Oh,” she says suddenly, dropping the tea bag into the water, the string hanging limply over the side. “It’s been a few years, maybe it’ll be a new beginning for you. Don’t worry too much, love. I’ll give you the best bloody recommendation you’ll ever hear when they call,” she almost giggles, patting me on the back before leaving the room.

A smile sits atop my lips at her words, but I don’t let it sink in, because I’ve been conflicted about my decision ever since I made it. What happens if I get the job and Harry’s still with her? Can I handle watching him love another girl again? No, I know that I can’t.

“What the fuck?” I mutter under my breath, standing to my feet and soon dumping the caffeinated contents of my mug down the drain. Shaking my head with gritted teeth, I wash it out before setting it in the rack to dry.

Returning to my desk, I wake my desktop up as I try not to die of boredom from staring at the same four walls for the rest of my day.

“Are you still mad at me?” I ask promptly after disposing of my slushy boots, closing the apartment door behind me.

“Am I still mad at you for making a decision that you’re going to regret? Yes, I am,” she replies coldly, the fridge door closing behind her before she wanders to the sofa.

Groaning, I drop my purse on the kitchen island before waddling to the bathroom with a full bladder.

“Your phone is ringing!” she screams down the hall a second later as the toilet flushes below me. Swinging open the door, I dash down the hallway in my socks, almost losing my footing once I arrive in the kitchen. Yanking my phone from my open purse, I find an unfamiliar number staring back at me. But when I see that it’s from London, I don’t waste a second dragging my thumb across the touchscreen.

“Hello?” I answer, trying to compose myself as I escape to my bedroom, closing the door behind me quietly.

“Hi, is this Rebecca Holte?” a voice replies, sending my heart into my stomach. I don’t know whether it’s because of the fact that it’s not his voice, or that it’s one that I recognize. And one that I associate with him.

“Yes, this is she.”

“Hi, Becky, this is Myles from Styles and Lawson. It’s been a while since I spoke to you last, how are you doing these days?” the voice responds with a smile in his words, quickly bringing one to my lips.

“Myles, hi! I’ve been good thanks, I just finished up uni for my LLB. How have you been? I hope everything at the firm is going well.”

“I heard, that’s great. Good for you, Becky. I’ve been good, thanks for asking, I got engaged recently so that was pretty great. And the firm is doing rather well, thank you. We all miss you here, and I see you’ve applied for the open associate position. I’d love to have you in for an interview. When are you free a morning this week?” Myles says, sending jolts to my sensitive heart with his words. I almost lose it right then and there, but I compose myself and hurry over to my calendar above my desk.

“Congratulations, Myles, that’s so exciting! Yes, that would be great. Let’s see, I’m free on Thursday morning, I don’t have anything until ten,” I respond, floating over to my bed where I take a seat, jiggling my knee impatiently.

“Thank you, I’m excited. Alright, Thursday it is then. How does a nine am interview sound to you? You still know where to find us?”

“Yes, of course, and nine am sounds great. Is there anything you’d like me to bring for the interview just so I know?” I inquire, soon finding myself nibbling at my fingernail. Rolling my eyes at my nervous self, my hand falls to my lap.

“No, I don’t think so, I believe your application has everything, but thanks. I’ll see you in a few days then, Becky. I’m looking forward to it. Have a great rest of your evening,” he finishes, heartfelt honesty showing through in his words.

“Thanks, Myles. I’ll see you Thursday, and you as well.”

I fall back onto my bed with a squeal of excitement, thoughts whizzing through my head as a seemingly permanent grin covers my face. It only wavers a tad when his face pops into my thoughts, because I knew I couldn’t avoid it. I can’t avoid him, especially not now with my interview in a few days.

I’m not really sure what to think of that, or of any of this for that matter.

The next few days only made me grow more nervous and unearthed old memories of him I didn’t know I hid away. Inside jokes I forgot that we had sprang up, as well as the few times I beat him in cribbage, all the times he beat me in Scrabble, the casual hugs that we didn’t even think about, and what he said at my going away party. That memory hurt me the most, finding the irony in it and trying to figure out what it means now. He said that he wanted me to go back into law, because he knew I’d do great things, but what will he think when he sees me walk in that door for the interview? Will Harry be happy to see me?

When Thursday morning rolled around, I felt like I was going to throw up into my oatmeal, unsure if breakfast really is the most important meal of the day.

“Why are you staring at like it’s going to grow legs and walk away?” Skye questions, arriving on the other side of the island, leaning her crossed arms against the counter.

“I thought you weren’t talking to me, because you’re mad that I applied for a job at Harry’s firm,” I grumble, listening to the disgusting sound the oatmeal makes as I stir my spoon around in it.

“Well, I wasn’t talking to you because I was mad at you, but something changed.”

“What’s that?” I sigh, getting to my feet and walking around her. I pop open the trash bin’s lid by pressing on the pedal, and I shovel the oatmeal into the bin.

“This,” she announces gently, patting my arm until I turn to look at her. I only catch a glimpse of what sits on her phone’s screen, before closing my eyes.

“I don’t want to see his Instagram, Skye. What the fuck?” I exclaim, giving her a dirty look. Scoffing, I rinse out the bowl and set it in the dishwasher.

“You mean you haven’t looked at it in the last six months?” she questions in disbelief.

“No not that I’ll admit to. Why the fuck would I want to do that and see pictures of how happy he looks with his new girlfriend?” I retort, slamming down the handle to the tap, then drying off my hands.

“Because it’s safe to look now, Ree. He doesn’t have any pictures of her on there anymore.”

“What?” I blurt, spinning around fast and quickly cursing my slippery white booties.

“You heard me,” she smiles, holding out her phone for me, but I don’t bite. Not yet. “It looks like they broke up, who knows how long ago. There’s no evidence they even dated on his profile.”

If the oatmeal had made its way past my lips and to my stomach, I’m positive it would’ve came back up by now. A peculiar response to the jittery happiness coating my body in buckets. Hastily, I yank it from her hands and slide my thumb up the screen. Goddammit, she’s right, I realize as I search his feed, not a picture of her in sight.

“Oh my God, this is so mean of me to say, but this makes me so happy,” I squeal, pressing the back of my fist against my beaming lips.

“I thought it would, and I couldn’t think of a better pick me up before your interview today.”

The buzz of elation and disbelief coursing through my body takes precedence over the feeling of her arms coming around me from behind. She presses a loud smooch to my cheek, giggling as she watches me freak out while holding her phone.

“Well, are you going to say something more? Like a ‘thank you,’ ‘I’m going to jump his bones when I see him’, or ‘this is the best news ever’,” she chuckles, pulling away to come to stand across from me. “Ree,” she urges, pushing at my chest as I continue to stare at the screen in silent astonishment.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, dragging out the last syllable much like somebody I know. “I can’t believe it, and I wouldn’t if I heard it anywhere else, because there’s no way I was touching his Instagram, well when sober,” I chuckle, soon my words falling into a content sigh as I browse the pictures of him. His pictures.

“You can look later, missy, it’s almost quarter after eight. You better get going if you don’t want to be late.”

“Right right, I should go and finish getting ready,” I agree, nodding along to our words.

“Go kill ‘em, Ree, and show him what he’s been missing. You can look at the pics later, but you can go and ogle him all you want right now. Cheers, babe,” Skye grins, giving me the quickest hug in the world before leaving out the door with a wave.

“Oh boy, here we go,” I mumble, exhaling before turning down the hall to my bedroom. “See you in less than an hour, Harry.”

Even the lifts smell the same, like expensive carpeting and some cheap air freshener you hang in your car. Luckily, the familiarity relaxes me and keeps me on my feet when I get off onto 17. All of the nerves and worries buzzing inside of me are almost let loose when I scan the floor in surprise. Immediately, my heart plummets at the disappearance of my desk and the remodel. There’s a short hallway by the lifts still, but to my left there’s a lobby with a front desk where none other than Amelia sits. Large gold letters behind her spell out the firm’s name on the wall. Again, I’m surprised.

“Oh hi, Becky!” she almost shouts when I walk up to the dark coal granite desk, pulling her shock of red hair away from her desktop.

“Hi, Amelia. It’s great to see you again. How are you?” I answer, my fists probably growing white due to how hard I’m holding the straps of my most professional looking purse.

“I’m doing lovely, thanks. How are you? I hear you have an interview for the open job!”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m here for. I’m a few minutes early, but I’ve heard that doesn’t hurt,” I share, curling my toes within my black heels.

“No, you’ll be alright, love. It’s better to be early than late. If you just want to have a seat and I’ll let Myles know you’re here. Good luck, Becky!” she smiles, her golden heart necklace jiggling above her freckled cleavage.

“Thanks,” I respond, turning around to find the new addition of seating across from the desk.

Trying and failing to breathe deeply, I pick a chair at random. The brown cushion is lumpy and scratchy under the thin fabric of my black dress skirt. Setting my purse down, I take a look around. When it’s safe to, I adjust the berry red chiffon scoop neck blouse underneath, trying to pull it up further. I don’t get long to debate fastening the button of the matching black blazer over my waist, because I hear my name. Sitting up erect, I find Myles walking towards me.

“Hey, it’s great to see you, Becky,” he chirps, holding out a hand as I stand to my feet. “How are you, love?”

“Thanks for seeing me, Myles, it’s good to see you too. I’m fine, thanks, and how are you?” I respond cheerily, grabbing onto his hand and returning his firm handshake.

“Just fine, thank you. If you’ll follow me, we’ll take a walk back to my office, although I’m sure you remember how to get there.”

“Yes,” I confirm, nodding. Anxious breaths leave my lips as my heels click and clack as I follow behind him, down the hallway branching to the side. The hallway, the one I couldn’t forget if I ever tried. I look around, trying to act normal and curious, but the only thing I’m curious about is where he is. And why he’s not here. Did something happen? Is it only Myles interviewing me today? But that wouldn’t make sense, if they’re partners and own the firm together.

My questions are whisked under the rug when Myles opens the door for me, inviting me into his spacious office I barely recognize. It’s hard to remember what it looked like when I’d only stepped foot in it once or twice, but the area itself is much like Harry’s. More bookshelves and framed pictures occupy his office compared to Harry’s though, or what his office looked like two years ago. It’s close to Harry’s, if only turned to the left a touch, and instead the tall windows are to the right of his desk. Standing in his doorway, his long desk faces me.

“Have a seat, please. Make yourself comfortable, there’s nothing to be nervous about here,” he insists warmly, closing the frosted glass door without a sound. I wish that was easier said than done as I choose one of the seats in front of his glass desk. Swallowing, I gather my shoulder-length curls to fall over the front of my shoulders.

“Thank you,” I respond softly, habitually checking for the diamond on my silver necklace, finding it sitting below the hollow of my throat.

“I don’t think you were ever in my office much,” he says lightheartedly, sandy blonde eyebrows quirking into a question above his sky blue eyes.

“I was just thinking that, and I don’t think I have. Maybe on one or two occasions,” I think aloud, our soft laughs mixing together as he unbuttons the lone button on his gunmetal gray suit.

“Yeah, figures. So thoughts on the remodel?”

“Oh, I really like it. It looks very nice.”

“Thank you, it was long overdue. We did it last summer, took us a bit,” he answers, settling into his high-backed black chair, an iMac sitting to his right. My eyes crawl over his unfamiliar desk, and as if my heart wasn’t thrashing around in my chest as it is, it takes a leap. The sight of the second chair to his left is only just registering in my head when I hear rushed footsteps come to a stop in the hallway, and the door opens.

“‘m sorry ‘m late, tha copier was actin’ up. We really need t’ jus’ buy a new one,” a voice blurts out, closing the door behind them.

The knots coiling my insides together tighten at the sound of his voice, but a second later they relax after having waited so long to hear it. I knew it was coming. My eyes briefly lift to Myles to see him shake his head, carding a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, I don’t think either of us are surprised,” Myles snickers, dropping his hand to meet my eyes. In them, he holds a revealing look accented by a smile. Almost like he knows what I’m thinking. “Harry, I think you know our applicant.”

A deep breath hardly settles into my lungs as I turn my body to face the door. As if a smile wasn’t finding its way to my lips already, observing the one that paints his in seconds is contagious.

“Becks!” Harry exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air and almost dropping the stack of papers he holds in one ringed hand. “My’ why didn’t ya tell me she was interviewin’? C’mere, love, ‘s been so long,” he insists ardently, wrinkles forming in his glossy black blazer when he holds his arms out for me.

“Well, didn’t want you to be biased, now did we?” Myles jokes from behind me as I get to my feet.

“I wouldn’t have been biased,” Harry scoffs, his face falling into a look of disbelief.

“Hi, Harry,” I mumble, grinning as I walk into his arms.

“Hi, bug. Long time no see,” he hums softly in his molasses-like drawl. I feel the first moments of relief when his long arms surround me and draw me into his chest. Something I’ve waited ages for, if only seven months. “I so woulda been biased, we both know I was lyin’.”

“Oh, I know,” I giggle against his collarbone, trying not to lose myself in his layers of black clothes, and the smell of vanilla covering him. “How’ve you been?”

“Good, much betta now that yer here. Blimey, yer our nine o’clock interview. Me li’l lawyer Becks, look at you,” Harry coos, pulling away far too soon to my liking to look me in the eyes. I hope that mine look just ten percent as sparkly as his do, I think as his hands cup my shoulders. My knees soon feel wobbly at the sight in front of me, one I so dearly missed. The deep dimples. Crinkly eyes. Bubblegum lips. A light dusting of stubble along his cheeks. Glistening greens. Reddening cheeks. The longer curls that still only fall to his ears. That smile he has just for me.

“Yep, that’s me,” I suffice with a nervous laugh.

“And I’m Myles, so shall we get this interview rolling?” Myles pipes up sarcastically, the click of his pen finishing his words.

“So proud o’ you y’know, ya’ll do great,” Harry whispers to me and only me, squeezing my arm before leaving my side.

“Thanks so much,” I mumble in return, catching his wink of an eye at me.

“So now that my colleague is finally here,” Myles begins emphatically, earning a laugh from the three of us. Smoothing down the back of my skirt, I return to my seat, sure I could win a tomato look-alike contest right about now with my blushing cheeks. “Should we get started?”

Harry croons a reply as he falls into the chair beside Myles, adjusting his all-black attire. Suddenly, the pressure in the room has increased tenfold, and I find it hard to keep my hands still in my lap. I’m positive they can see my rapid pulse and galloping heart beneath my skin, but Myles is too occupied by Harry annoying him. I hold back a laugh as Myles gives Harry a dirty look, finally getting him to sit still. Myles soon returns his soft stare back to mine, and so does Harry who gives me a confused look, flitting between Myles and me with shrugging shoulders. It’s like he’s saying what did I do wrong?

“Well, I’ll start by saying we were very impressed with your application, Becky.”

“Thank you,” I reply, asserting my gaze to Myles. One, because he’s the person talking. Two, I know I couldn’t keep it together if I was looking at Harry. I already feel weak all over from seeing him, and from that hug. Goddammit, his hugs never fail to do that.

“I woulda been even mo’ impressed if ya hadn’t hid tha bloody name when we went ova it, My’,” Harry tsks with a shake of his head curly head, but Myles ignores him.

“I see you graduated recently with your LLB, and top of your class even,” Myles continues, flipping through my stapled application. It didn’t take me an hour to fill it out for nothing.

“Yes I did, the middle of last month, December,” I comment, failing to hold back a smile when I glance Harry mouthing ‘good job’ with his hand-shaped into the perfect sign.

“Congratulations, that’s very impressive, especially after returning to uni after a few years off,” Myles adds. “I even see that you did rather well on your Bar Exam here, and that’s not an easy exam to pass.”

“Yeah, it isn’t. I’m glad my studying paid off,” I explain, earning a nod from Myles as Harry reads over his shoulder. He soon lifts his head to wink at me, silently clapping his hands towards me. Oh, Harry.

It’s a wonder I don’t fudge up on any answers throughout the next twenty minutes with Harry over there teasing me. I only feel the hints of relief when I’m sitting in my car later, my head on the steering wheel. My thoughts are consumed by that hug and the smile he was wearing all for me. It stayed on his face all throughout Myles’ questions and his own for me, ones that were much less intimidating with those grinning lips. It even remained until the end when I shook their hands, feeling his linger for a few seconds, but then again so did mine. His words rang in my mind as I walked to the lift, thinking over my answers and my presence, but unable to think about much else besides the two men saying I’d hear from them in the next few days regardless.

Now, for the waiting game, the one I’m not very good at. I’m even worse at it when it has anything to do with Harry.

“My’, we hafta hire her,” I announce suddenly, seconds after I can no longer hear the noise of her departing heels. The sound does nothing for the adrenaline coursing through my veins, leaving my body simultaneously jittery and exhausted.

“We still have interviews for the rest of the day, Harry. Bloody eight of them,” Myles responds coldly, disagreeing with me as he writes something down on the printed copy of her application.

“Myles, y’know she’s gonna be tha best one. She knows how everythin’-.”

“No, I don’t know that until we interview the rest, Harry,” he retorts, returning to his writing with a perturbed frown. His name jumps from my lips in an argument, but he stops me there. “I know, Harry . . I know what you’re saying, but I can’t just tell these people to go home. We’re the only firm hiring in town from what I hear.”

“Y’know I won’t like ‘em one bit. I can’t afta Becks was jus’ here and tha bloody great job she did interviewin’,” I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest, trying not to think about how wonderful it felt to have her between them. How natural it left, like home. The surprise that took the breath from me at the sight of her sitting in that chair to be interviewed by us. Just how much I fucking missed her all these months. Lastly, the way she somehow looked even more beautiful after going without seeing her for seven months.

Fuck.

“I know, and I want to hire her too, but wrap it up, Harry. We have another one that’ll be here any minute.”

“Ya, whateva,” I reply curtly, swinging my chair around to look past him and peer down at London. I’m consumed by the question of which car is hers down there driving among the skyscrapers, or if she’s still in the lift. Once again, too far away for me.

Too far is just out of arm’s reach.

I don’t even get a chance to lose myself in my thoughts of how gorgeous she looked without even having to try, how her hair has grown longer with her adorable waves, the happiness that washed over her face when she turned to look at me, and the fountain of regrets that filled me at the sight of her.

Regrets I want to rectify, and ones I know that I should have a long time ago.

“Ya, really?” I rasp softly, brow touching the sky as my face widens in disbelief.

“Yeah, go do it then,” Myles agrees, shooing me away with his hand and a pleased grin.

“Are ya gonna say it?”

“No.”

“My’,” I tease with a giggle, backing up towards the door, feet itching to reach my office.

“Hare,” he says firmly, meeting my eyes. A laugh sings from my lips as I look at him, smiling. “Fine, you were right.”

“I told ya, ‘m always right. Y’know ya won’t regret this, ‘s gonna be great. She’s gonna be great,” I smirk, pointing a finger at him before turning around to saunter down the hallway.

“Hare?” he calls after me. I respond by twirling around to face him, clapping my hands together happily. “I reckon it goes without saying that she’ll be your mentee then?” he says, sending the question into the air, and somehow I only grow more excited at it. I wasn’t sure if that was possible.

“Well ya, dunno why yer askin’,” I smirk, rubbing my hands together dramatically while biting my smiling lips. I actually manage to get a laugh out of him, but it quickly fades as he toys with something on his desk.

“Are you gonna be able to handle being that close to her again?” he inquires softly, not meeting my eyes. “I know how you still feel about her, Harry,” with that confession he returns his eyes to mine, more words held in them.

“Ya . . I promised meself ‘m not gonna fook it up this time,” I announce softly, feeling the weight of the words on my tongue, and in my heart.

“Hare, you better not fuck this up again. You know the universe doesn’t throw second chances at people so obviously like this.”

“I know, My, and ‘m not gonna waste it,” I deliver to him and the air, feeling the promise bind together immediately. I just hope I can keep it, this time. I have to.

The buzzing in my pocket is incessant as I twist the key in the lock. It takes too long after I struggled with shaking hands to slide it in correctly. First, I had it upside down, and then I dropped my ring of keys. Groaning, after I turn on a light, I fling my phone onto the sofa. A determination drives me as my feet pound through the apartment, the last thing I’m able to do right now is to retell the story to Skye.

I can’t wait any longer. Flinging the door open to my bedroom, I step over forgotten dresses, trousers, and blouses scattering my floor. I toe off my heels to add to the mix, feeling the same taste of that sweet relief when my hand touches my closet door. Quick breaths flow out of me as I rip it open, eyes scanning the shelves and hangers full of clothes.

“Come on, come on, where are you?!” I mumble aloud, pushing sheets of clothes to the side.

Tossing papers, fallen shirts, old cards, and balls of yarn from my knitting phase aside, I happen upon a patch of brown. But when I free it from the confines of the junk that litters my closet, my heart sinks at its unfamiliar appearance. Huffing, I shove it back onto that shelf, peering at the shelf above it on my tippy toes. I can’t remember the last time I rearranged in here, and at that realization, figurative cement lines my gut quickly. I’m two seconds away from giving up as my hands brush along the top shelf, only feeling books and magazines, but then I feel something.

An other worldly sigh drops from my lips when I pull down the heavy box, it falling into my arms. A sneeze flies from my nose at the layer of dust coating the top of the cardboard that I brush away. The anticipation has replaced the unpleasant feeling in my gut, and now my heart beats even faster, and harder. I sink to the floor right there, folding my knees under myself as I still sit in the smooth tight clothes from my interview which became work clothes. Setting it down in front of me, the box slides from my hands. With trembling fingers, I pry apart the flaps of cardboard woven together. Slowly, the floral lavender wrapping paper appears before my eyes, and that’s when the tears arrive.

“Harry,” I mumble aloud, words and thoughts racing around in my head. They steal the words from my mouth, and the moisture from my throat.

Exhaling slowly, my fingers wrap around the bigger box, a long rectangular shape. It’s heavy in my hands, and the paper is smooth, the flower shapes embossed into it. Brushing a tear away from the tip of my nose, I set it down on my lap, fingering the edge of paper on the side. I wonder if Harry wrapped these, and if he did, he didn’t do too shabby of a job, I wonder silently. A shock of dark purple catches my eye, and I see the card lying at the bottom of the box, but I ignore it for now. You’re last, because I know you’ll make me cry the most, I tell it.

The paper rips quickly between my fingers, but keeps its secret hidden until I tear the paper again, in one long sweep. A shiny black box meets my eyes, but I’m guessing it’s the back as I find words and small pictures. Flipping it over, I peel back a shred of the wrapping paper, sad to destroy the beautiful flowers. The sadness is met with a bittersweet happiness when the image on the front of the box graces my eyes, sending my hand to my mouth as a sob leaves it.

“Oh, Harry,” I cry, pressing my lips into a line as the cry washes over my body. “You didn’t.”

But he did, and I can’t believe my eyes as the Yamaha PSSA50 37-Mini-Keyboard sits in my hands. A mini keyboard for the piano nerd that I am, and always have been. He remembered, of course he did. The tears only fall faster and my body shakes harder when I peel back the paper on the smallest present, a violet Moleskine journal with a purple gel pen clipped to the top. They come harder when I peel back the wrapping paper on the last little rectangular shaped gift, the first season of FRIENDS on DVD. Then they fall all over the card, once I convinced myself to stop holding the three presents to my chest, ugly cries leaving my lips.

With tears scattering the front of the already opened card, I finally open it and see his messy handwriting covering the inside.

June 12th

To my Becks,

Happy Birthday, bug!!!! I know we haven’t talked much lately and I apologize for that. Life has been crazy for the both of us, I think would be safe to say. Alright let me think of all of the insults to call you old that I can think of since you love to do it for me. 26 though I remember being that age. It was shortly before I met you I think. I reckon you’ll enjoy being 26 and truly I hope it’s everything you want it to be. It’s the year you become a lawyer woohoo! I can’t wait to hear all about it I’m so proud of you for going back to uni and finishing up. I already know you’ll be a fantastic lawyer. Really. I remember you said once that you and your brother spend your birthday together and you have some sort of tradition that I can’t recall. I hope you had fun together. Anyways I hope you enjoy the presents and that you use them. I don’t need to explain the keyboard I don’t think, but I hope you can get back into piano with it - just have fun with it. I can’t believe I found a purple one :) The journal I should explain - it’s for you to write songs in. Well the DVD set doesn’t need much of an explanation either but we’ll have to watch it together soon. I miss watching FRIENDS with you already, you make me love Phoebe even more with that sweet laugh of yours. I know 25 was a rough year for you with a new job, uni, and your dad’s cancer so I truly hope that 26 is far better. It’s meant a lot to me that we’ve reconnected over the last several months and I hope it has for you too. I’m really happy that your dad is okay now and the cancer is gone. When things get less crazy we’ll do that lunch I promised, and you know that I keep my promises. We need to catch up so you can tell me all about your plans for big 26! Like have you been assigned a site for your clinicals in the fall yet to dip your toes into the lawyer life? Have you scheduled your Bar exam? Where’s your dream job at? Are you having fun buying fancy lawyer outfits, like you know I do? I still need to figure out what your favorite episode of FRIENDS is... I caught on telly the beach house one the other night and it made me think of you. Oh have you seen that clip where Phoebe gets caught in a sweater she tries to put on? I had tears in my eyes crying from that one the other day, Becks! Anyways I’m running out of room here but I want you to know I’m thinking of you on your birthday and that I wish you a wonderful one. I hope 26 is the best year yet and we’ll have to celebrate with drinks soon. Text me when you’re free for drinks yeah? I’m excited to see you and hear how your first day of being 26 was. Happy Birthday, bug!

Harry xxxxx

As if my heart doesn’t already feel like it’s going to burst from my chest, it receives a scare when I hear my phone ringing from the living room. I start to ignore it as the guilt and happiness form a cocktail in my heart, but when I listen closer, I realize it’s not the ringtone I have for Skye. Groaning, the card drops from my hands as I dash down the hall until I locate my phone in the pile of blankets. The weakness in my legs returns when I see who’s calling.

Harry (work)

“Hello?” I answer, feeling short of breath for so many ungodly reasons. Clearing my throat, I hope that my voice doesn’t sound weird to him. By weird, I mean that I had just been crying.

“Hey, Becks. ‘s Harry. How’re ya doin’, love?” he croons, pulling my lips into a smile that was hiding there. I feel it cover my face as his voice fills my insides.

“I’m doing well, thanks. I just got home from work.”

“Ah, quite tha busy day fer you, how was it?” his question trickles into my ears as I sink to the floor again, pulling the lavender keyboard onto my lap.

“It was good. How was your day, Harry?” I reply, pressing the ‘on’ button and adjusting the volume to a low setting.

“Long,” he chuckles with a dreary sigh. “Interviews all day long, some yesterday and tha day befo’, they’re not very much fun.”

“I can imagine. I don’t think they are for anybody,” I agree aloud, shouldering my phone and settling both hands on the keys. If I could, I’d blame it on being a girl, but the emotions bubbling up inside of me bring tears to my eyes as I play a quiet song. Instead, I blame it on him - his alive voice in my ear, and all of the words that his gift of this piano says, and the others. All of the words that I doubted and tried to hate him for not saying, when all along he did. All along, he still cared. I don’t know now how I could have ever doubted him.

“Ya okay, love? Frog in yer throat?”

“Yeah, something like that. I’m just playing my keyboard you got me, I love it so much,” I reply, willing the tears from my voice, but leaving the emotions there to seep through.

“Ah, ya don’ know how happy I am t’ hear that, Becks. ‘m so happy yer playin’ again. I hope maybe I can hear sumthin’ on it one o’ these days.”

“Me too, and yes I’ll have to play you something sometime,” I echo him, running my fingers over all of the buttons for different sounds, recording, beats, etc. “I uh wanted to thank you again for it, and the other birthday presents. They were so thoughtful and sweet of you, they were perfect.”

“Aw, yer sweet, love. Yer welcome, ‘m really happy t’ hear yer still enjoyin’ em,” he responds, the molasses in his voice intensifying, followed by a pause. “Sorry, I should get t’ why I rang,” he titters from my shoulder and my laugh follows his.

“It’s okay, it’s nice to talk to you like this.”

“Thanks, but ya might get sick o’ me soon, coz I wanted t’ let y’know that ya got tha associate position, bug,” he coos in my ear, the smile leaking from his voice, letting me know it’s there without seeing it.

“What?! No way!” I exclaim excitedly, losing my fingers in my hair in disbelief. “Harry, t-thank you so much!” I continue, setting the keyboard down to get to my feet. With wide eyes and a smile plastered across my face, it trickles to the rest of my body where I pump my fist in the air. I almost feel like dancing.

“Yes, really, love. Ya got tha job- I mean ‘m not gonna lie, ya had it from tha second ya walked in tha door. Couldn’t find a betta candidate than you, Becks,” Harry hums, causing the feeling in my legs to liquify, suddenly making me feel like Jello all over. “And um, you’ll be my mentee then, and ‘ll be yer mentor fer prolly tha first few years, I reckon. Sumtimes if ‘m outta town fer a case far way, or t’ change it up if there’s a good case sumwhere else, ya may work with Myles or Rose. Ya can learn loads from ‘em. Otherwise, you’ll be with me e’ry day workin’ with me on me cases and learnin’ from me. I mean, as long as yer alright bein’ with me,” Harry murmurs as I pace around my bedroom, soon falling to sit on my bed, because at the sound of his voice I can’t stand anymore. Not after those words can I stay standing. My head falls into my hands where I can feel the smile against my palms, my legs jiggling excitedly under my arms.

This can’t be real, can it? I got the job, and I get to work with him!

And he’s single again, remember that!

Yes, demon, I know. But wait, you’re actually right this time. You’re right?! Yes, he is single and I got the job, shadowing under him! Holy shit! Holy shit!

Time to jump his bones, Becky.

You may be right again.

Don’t fuck it up again, girl. Get him alr-

“‘s that okay, Becks, you workin’ with me?”

“Yeah,” I begin with warm cheeks as the giddiness overcomes me. “Hmmm, I don’t know, I think I might like working with Myles better,” I tease, keeping my voice even.

“Oh, um that’s okay too, I guess,” Harry sighs, the happiness in his voice going from eighty to ten real quickly. “I can ask My’, ‘m sure he wouldn’t-.”

“Harry, I’m just giving you a hard time. I’d love to work under you, i-it’d be a dream,” I respond adamantly.

Yeah, I’m sure there’s a lot of things you’d like to do that involve being under him, Becky.

Oh my god, shut up! I can’t deal with you right now. I can’t mess this up!

“Fook, Becks, ya gave me a fright there. Ya almost broke me li’l heart,” Harry whines but soon his dramatics end with his song-like laugh. It’s still as contagious as ever, bringing one to my lips. “Ya’d love t’ work with me, and it’d be a dream? Wow, I betta watch me ego, yer not helpin’ it.”

I savor hearing his melodic laugh in my ears, unsure of the last time I heard it, and so certain of how it easily starts to knit together all of the broken pieces inside of me. One by one. I feel a pang when I remember back to June and the nightmare I went through after seeing his picture, but I try to push it away. I try to not remember how it made me feel, and sometimes how I couldn’t get out of bed, or look at a picture of him without crying.

Okay, this is the angel speaking. Stop beating yourself up and thinking about that time. Because things are getting so good right now, I can’t even believe it myself!

I mean, she’s right, the demon says.

“Yeah, a dream,” I decide to say, interrupting my nostalgia from hell.

“Seems we have that in common. Always wanted t’ teach ya more ‘bout law when ya were me P.A. and ‘m glad now that I get t’. ‘s kinda hard t’ believe yer a full grown lawyer now, my li’l Becks,” Harry coos, his voice taking on the pitch of one you’d use when talking to children, but I enjoy it. I melt at the sound of it.

“Yep, I’m all grown up and ready to hit the courts!”

“Right, ya are. Um, I was hopin’ t’ start sum orientation with ya soon. I reckon yer still workin’ at tha courts on tha west side o’ town. I was hopin’ t’ do a full day, but we can divvy it up between a few if that works betta. Jus’ lemme know what ya can do and I can make it work. Lemme grab sumthin’ t’ write on here,” he explains, humming a tune as I hear noises from his side like drawers opening and clattering of pens.

“Yeah, of course and thanks for being so flexible. Let me look at my work schedule,” I reply, getting to my feet and crossing the room to my desk. Taking a seat, I also grab a pad of paper and a pen to have ready. Lifting my head, I narrow my eyes at the schedule I have hanging above my desk. “Okay, so I’ll let my boss Sophie know in the morning that my last day will be in two weeks. I am five days a week there, but I could do like eight to ten for a few days in the morning? I’m sorry, that’s kind of all I have right now for the next two weeks, but I can talk to my boss. Does that work for you, Harry?”

“Thanks, Becks, but I don’ wanna stretch ya too thin with two jobs goin’ on. We can always wait until . . what’s two week from monday? Mmmm, I see ‘s tha twenty-eighth, we can wait ‘til then, I don’t mind. I was jus’ wonderin’, ‘m sorry I shouldn’t have asked fer ya t’ come in any earlier,” he responds gently, eager embarrassment coating his words.

“No, it’s okay, Harry. I’ll see if my boss has any ideas when I see her tomorrow and I’ll get back to you, okay?”

“Ya, that sounds great. No rush, tho’. Everything will be fine if we wait ‘til tha twenty-eighth. It may not even take as long since ya know loads o’ tha protocols here already. But yeah, please don’t worry ‘bout it, Becks. We can wait two weeks,” he assures me, and I swear the happy buzzing inside of me only grows louder and impatient.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, ‘m sure, Becks.”

“Thank you. Is there anything you need me to do or like send in in the meantime?” I wonder aloud, jotting down a few things on the to-do list notepad I grabbed. These include telling Sophie about the new job, and starting at the firm on the 28th. I can hardly believe the words I’m writing.

“Erm, I think I jus’ need a copy o’ yer driver’s license fer identification, and uh a copy o’ yer LLB and law license. But ya can jus’ email me scans o’ those. Otherwise, everythin’ else was in yer application, I think. I guess if ya don’ have enuff suits ya could buy sum o’ those in tha next two weeks,” he replies with a giggle.

“Sounds good. Thanks, Harry. I’ll get right on those.”

“Yer welcome, Becks. ‘ll uh let ya go then. ‘m gonna head out anyways, go and have a bloody drink afta t’day, ugh,” he sighs. “So, I have it down as you startin’ on tha twenty-eighth. But we have eachotha’s numbas so if sumthin’ changes or ya have any questions jus’ lemme know. Do ya have any right now, love?”

“No, you answered them or covered them already, but thank you,” I respond, dropping the pen and scratching at the back of my neck. My cheeks are starting to hurt from all of this smiling, but I don’t think I ever want it to stop. Or for his voice to stop. “Wait, I have a little question. How about after my orientation, we get those drinks and lunch- well dinner we forgot about this summer?”

“Ya, ‘d love that, Becks. ‘s about time we did it, and now we can celebrate yer new associate job at tha firm! No betta reason t’, I reckon. Well, ‘ll let ya go, yer prolly starvin’ too,” he says, a laugh adorning his words, and finding its way into my heart. Again. “‘m lookin’ forward t’ havin’ ya back here with us, Becks. I really am. And ‘m excited t’ have ya workin’ with me ‘gain, I hope ya won’t get too sick o’ me. Don’ worry, it’ll be betta this time, I promise.”

Shaking my head, I try to steady my breaths with a deep inhale. It does little to calm the dancing of my heart and the jitters coursing through my body. I swear my mantra is and always will be that he doesn’t know what he does to me, he truly doesn’t.

“I’m really excited to come back to the firm to work with you again too, Harry. Thank you so much for the opportunity, and please tell Myles that as well. I have high hopes for round 2.”

“Me too, bug, it’ll be fun t’ have ya there as a colleague this time ‘round. ‘m excited t’ be yer mentor. Have a good night and take care, Becks. ‘ll talk t’ ya soon,” Harry finishes, that smile in his voice again. I just know it.

“Bye, Harry.”

I’ll see you soon, but two weeks isn’t soon enough. No, it’s not. I hope it can be sooner, oh God, please.

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painandpleasure86 · 4 years

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Friends will be Friends - Fic Series “Deaky’s Diary” Chapter #2

Author’s note: Hi! January 26th I had a fic inspo with the same John from the fic I can’t live with you (but I can’t live without you) because of some words from Bri when some Japanese fans gave to Roger and him some gifts, and there haves one for John. This is mere imagination, but this is my realistic imagine about the reaction of John knowing that he will receive a present from his old bandmate...

Indeed this will be the second fic of a new series, “Deaky’s Diary”, where I’ll write the reaction that I imagine that John would have about certain sucesses around his life. I’ll actualize this when I think that’s necessary!

The reaction of him with the panic attack was inspired in the one described in one chapter of My life has been saved by @deakysgurl

Perhaps my John it’s very smoker, but i’m inspiring in myself and my addiction to mate (a southamerican kind of tea, but with the effects of coffee).

Oh! This fic series will have a tag dedicated. Will be #deakysdiary. Follow it to know new chapters and related stuff!

Summary: The following week of his wedding anniversary he receive a couple of surprises that will touch his deepest feelings... and that made him take a decision.

Warning: slightly angst, mention of panic attack, some swearing, some friend-fluff (?)

Word count: +1.5k

Permanent taglist: @warriorteam1924 (if you want to be in that list, send me a msg or ask)

“And there’s Deaky, we’ll have to make sure he gets that”

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January 25th, 2020

After a week from his anniversary, this Saturday it’s quite normal. Waking up early, drink his necessary tea, smoked some cigarettes, took his medicines. Recharging his emotional batteries to hang on another day.

Knowing that his old bandmates were on tour with that kid named Adam made him felt some melancholy. Watching at the window, contemplating the horizon, remembering good times. Remembering the love that Japanese fans gave to him since his first visit in mid 70s. Remembering being in that TV program with Roger in 1984, where he entered with a gorilla head over his one and saying “number eight, hachi ” when he was asked to choose the prettiest guy between seven guys. Remembering knowing that Music Life dedicated an entire mag with his material in Japan in 2019. He miss Japan a lot.

“Teo Torriate konomama iko, aisuruhito yo” he sung in a murmur, smiling like an idiot. Even crying. “Aisuruhito yo Japan… I couldn’t thank you enough for your love…” he continued, wiping away some tears, trying to smoke properly. That was his fourth cigarette in just a couple of hours.

Still remembering good times, noticed that he had just one cigarette remaining in the packet. “Shit. I must to go to the kiosko to buy some cig. And with that, the annoying people trying to get an autograph or pic from me…”. Started to be pretty nervous just for thinking that, he started to breath more quickly. He rested his back in some kitchen mobiliary, his head was reclined, his left hand in his chest, his right hand with the cigarette. He was trying to calm him down, remembering the advice of his therapist. After a couple of minutes, he felt better. And called to his wife.

“RONNIEEEEEEEEEEE!”

She came to the kitchen quickly.

“What’s you need, hun?” she asked kindly.

He hates to be called “hun”, so he watched at her annoyed.

“Ugh John, for god’s sake!” she exclaimed, sighing. “Well, what’s you need? Oh, indeed, morning!” she greeted him with a kiss in his right cheek.

“Morning, lady”. He couldn’t resist to smile a little. “I need that you buy me some cigarette packets, y’know which ones” he said giving to her the money. Sighing, he added “I don’t want to deal with that people” watching directly to her eyes.

“Of course h- ehmmm John” she chuckled a little. “I’ll come back soon, don’t miss me!” she added going to the main door of the house. “And if some people asks for you, I’ll say that you’re sleeping!”

Smoking his last cigarette, he thought “well I’ll check the internet for some news, were some days without connecting”.

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He goes to his studio and turned on the PC. Expecting what’s up in the fandom.

But he didn’t expected that. Saw the Bri’s posts and the screenshots of Roger’s instastories from the Queen exhibition, where they were remembering him. And he cried. “I miss you bunch of goofballs, I still love you… I’ll always thank you for understand me… and i should be there with you. Having fun. But without Freddie isn't the same. Sorry…”

Meanwhile he was wiping the tears of his eyes, Ronnie knocks softly the door.

“Come in!” exclaimed him.

She opened the door. After that she approximated to him.

“Well John, I bought like 4 packets of Marlboro Slim, were the 20 on-… What’s wrong dear?” she asked seeing the red eyes of her husband.

He responded “just remembering good old times with the guys, and they also were remembering me in social media. I-” blewed his nose with a tissue. “I need the cigarettes! Thank you hun, bye” he said quickly quitting the packets from the hands of his wife, while she was watching surprised. After that, she left the studio thinking “Christ, sometimes this man it’s so strange...”

Leaving three of the four packets over his desk, opened the remaining quickly and smoked one cigarette. Reclining in his chair, exhalated the smoke , remembering when Roger stolen his cigarettes. “Haha, I miss you Meddows” said smiling.

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January 26th, 2020

That morning he woke up thinking in the guys, “perhaps I could send a message to them, I miss to talk with them so bad… No. Better not. I’ll stay silent and just reading their mails as an approval.” he though meanwhile he was getting up of his bed.

Make his ritual. Tea, pills, cig. He was daydreaming while he was smoking at the level that he forgot the boiling water.... But at least didn’t happened a disaster.

After that, he made the tea. Still thinking in send some message to the guys. Still refusing to do that. “They surely will want to meet me and I don’t know… they? To my house? Everyone will know.” he was thinking, sitting in a chair of the kitchen’s table.

Meanwhile he was quietly drinking his tea, the phone rang.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Leaving the cup of tea in the kitchen’s table, he answered the call.

“Hello.”

A soft voice sound from the another side of the phone.

“Hi Deacy!”

John was surprised.

“BRIAN?! Why you’re calling me? I think that I told to you and Roger that you can only calls me in very extreme emergencies”, responded kinda angrily.

“I wanted to know how you are… we didn’t speak properly since a lot of time…we’re in Japan on tour…” responded the astrophysicist.

“Yeah Bri, I knew it…” he couldn’t resist to smile. “Thank you for remembering me lately…”

“Not only Roger and me, also Spike miss you… tonight in the soundcheck we had a technical problem and he said “surely if John would be here, that problem wouldn’t happened”

John can’t respond, smile and some tears want to be free.

Sniffing, trying to sound serious, asked “Just for that Bri?” He was starting to starve for his cigarettes. But that where in the table, next to the cup of tea.

“No… Emmm you didn’t checked the internet already?”

“Eh… no. And last night I wasn’t online. Ronnie insisted that since last Saturday night, every saturday night it's time for cheesy movies” sighed rolling his eyes.

Brian laughed a little. “Similar thing with Anita happens to me too… Husband thing.” Coming back to the convo, he added “well you don’t know, but Japanese fans gave to us something to you… you will have it soon”

Deaky was surprised.

“What’s that?”

Bri smiled again.

“Check the internet Deacy, or wait some weeks”.

John couldn’t hold the tears more time. He starts to cry. He haves a response for all his own questions that he made before that morning. He made a choice.

“Erm… Thank you… for... calling me Brian!”

Brian was surprised for the mood change.

“I don’t understand you man, a few minutes ago you were complaining about this call!”

“But… I… I miss you! I also miss Roger.... and Spike… Please tell to them that I miss them and I love them so much. I... I love you too mate!”

“Please repeat that words again… they’re listening to you”.

Roger and Spike were listening all the calling but Brian didn’t told that to John to surprise him.

John couldn’t reply properly. They could listen to the 68 years old man crying. After a moment, he could do it. “I miss you guys, I hope that you’re fine!”, were his words.

Roger replied “It’s mutual bud. We should meet!”

Spike added “We can made a BBQ… oh, shit Bri it’s vegan! Well, we’ll do some grilled vegetables to him, haha!” laughed the keyboardist.

Being emotional, John said “yeah! Call me soon to schedule that meeting! Will be in my home if you want”

The three screamed “yeaaaah!”

“Your wives are also invited!” added John.

“See ya soon man!” they said. Brian turned off the speaker. “Very soon” whispered Brian. “Bye Deacy, have a nice day”, he added.

“Good… Night?” asked confused John because of the timezones.

“Yeah, here’s night. Well… early morning.”

“This is the Bri that I know” thought John meanwhile, smiling. “Good early morning then, haha” told him.

They hung up. And after a couple a minutes he realized that they will come back to his home. And that his tea was cold. “Stupid Bri and his calling” he exclaimed, meanwhile he was bringing the cup of tea to the microwave.

Ronnie entered to the kitchen and listened that words from her husband.

“Brian… CALLED?!” she asked surprised.

That ask almost makes that his cup of tea falls to the floor.

“God, Ronnie, I had already enough surprises!” He put the cup of tea in the microwave to warm his beverage a little. “And morning”.

In the next weeks, the couple will receive in their big mansion some old friends and the new couples of their friends. They have a lot of things to speak. A lot of time to recover. A lot of hugs and laughs to give and receive. Remember a bit why they were friends. And that they will be friends, right till the end.

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Please reblog if you enjoyed it!! This is the way to make more visible my work. New chapters will come when I consider neccessary!

-Lily

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papa-rhys · 6 years

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Gettin’ Off Lightly V1 (Jacob Seed X Reader)

Note: Okay, so I did two versions of this. I got inspo from the gif where Jacob stands on Rook’s hand in one of his cutscenes. You can check out the other version below. I just felt like writing some Nasty Jacob. Enjoy!

Summary: Reader had been locked in a cage for the best part of 3 days, and on top of starving them, dehydrating them, and putting them through his trials, Jacob thinks they need something extra to help get his message across.

Word count: 2109

Warnings: NON-CON, slight violence, Jacob being a prick.

You reach your hand through the bars of the cage, stretching as far as you can in an attempt to reach the quaint little music box that sits on the other side of the bars.

It’s so blatantly a trap. Jacob carries that music box with him at all times and it’s so perfectly placed on the floor outside your cage, just out of reach. There’s no way it’s a coincidence. It might as well have a cardboard box set up above it with a piece of string tied to a stick, just like in cartoons. The evil hunter would lure the poor animal in with a trail of treats and once his prey was in place, the hunter would yank the string and trap the pesky critter in the box, laughing and rubbing his hands together.

You knew Jacob was watching from somewhere, rubbing his grubby mitts together like that hunter; waiting for you to take the bait. So it shouldn’t have come as much of a surprise to you when his foot stopped down onto your hand, pinning it to the dirty ground.

You cry out in pain, looking up to find Jacob looking down on you with a devilishly handsome grin on his face – although, definitely more devilish than handsome, you think.

“Don’t worry, you'll be outta here soon enough,” Jacob says. ”Did you think you were free?” He asks, bending down to better look you in the eye. He removes his foot from your hand and you snatch it back, clutching it to your chest and holding it tightly in an attempt to ease the burning pain.

Jacob crouches down and there’s a few split-seconds of calm before he throws his hand between the bars and grabs hold of your face. He rises to his feet again, bringing you up with him and holding you as close to the bars as possible. You grunt and groan as his fingers dig into your cheeks, holding you in a vice grip and bruising your skin. By the time morning comes, you’ll have the impressions of fingers across your face and a boot print on the back of your hand; earning strange looks from Eli and the others next time you see them, you’re sure.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Jacob says, holding you in place. You look up at him with a frown, your face smushed as he squeezes it between his thumb and fingers. “Did you think you were free?” he asks again.

“No,” you mutter begrudgingly, barely even audible over the sound of the crickets in the grass beyond the fence of the Veteran’s Centre.

“Speak up, soldier.”

“No,” you repeat, louder and clearer.

Jacob lets go of your face and you exhale with relief, stepping back from the bars and rubbing your cheek. Jacob takes a set of keys from his pocket and selects one before unlocking the cage door with it and stepping inside. He closes the door behind him and locks it up tight, shoving the keys back into his pocket. Your nerves creep up as he walks towards you and you back up with him taking a step forward for each step that you take back. He moves toward you until you’re pressed up against the back of the cage, pinned between the bars and the mountain of a man that stands before you, with your hand palms pressed flat against his stomach, trying to keep him from getting any closer.

You swallow, risking a glance at the prisoners in the cage on either side of you; all fast asleep on the floor.

“Don’t be lookin’ at them,” Jacob smirks. “They ain’t gonna help ya.” He reaches down and unbuckles his belt, grunting softly as he does so and brushing his rough hands against your stomach as he presses his body to yours.

Your fight or flight response kicks in and in an act of bravery or sheer stupidity, you shove Jacob hard, sending him stumbling backwards. Regaining his balance, Jacob glares at you with a pure rage rising behind his eyes. He steps forward again and backhands you across the mouth.

You buckle under the force, raising your hand to your face and spitting blood onto the ground. Wiping away the excess blood with the back of your hand, you look up at Jacob once more, finding him pulling himself out of his jeans.

“You’re lucky Joseph wants you alive,” he says, grabbing hold of your wrist and using it to pull you back into place against the back of the cage. You hold onto the bars behind you with both hands – stiff as a board and begging any higher power that may be listening not to let the surrounding prisoners wake up. “You’d be in an unmarked grave right now if I had my way, but since that’s not the will of The Father, I’ll just have to find another way to have my fun with you. The way I see it, you’re gettin’ off lightly,” he adds, stroking himself slowly.

Jacob reaches down with one hand and unzips your jeans. You flinch as he violently yanks them down past your knees and you flinch again as he does the same with your underwear. You step out of them and Jacob kicks them to one side. “Arms up,” he grins sadistically, tormenting you with his jovial soldier-esque attitude. You reluctantly raise your arms into the air and he pulls your shirt off over your head and throws it to the ground with the other garments. “That’s better,” he says, his voice a low, gruff grumble. “I like to see what I’m fuckin’ while I’m fuckin’ it. Otherwise, it’s like eatin’ dinner in the dark: you don’t get the full experience and it tends to get messy.”

He puts his hand on your waist – surprisingly delicately – and spins you around on the spot to face away from him. You grip the bars tightly as Jacob bends you over and kicks your ankles apart. “Good. Stay right there and for the love of God; don’t struggle,” he orders. “Or I’ll have to get my men to hold you down and I don’t think either of us want them seein’ what happens next,” he adds, leaning in over your shoulder and speaking the words right into your ear.

With not a single ounce of care or compassion, Jacob forces his way into you. A soft groan escapes your throat as he pushes in all the way, grunting at the sensation of your walls hugging him tightly.

“Damn,” he chuckles. “You’re tighter than I expected. This might be more fun than I thought it was gonna be.”

He starts off slow, taking his sweet time and indulging in the moment; a silver lining (albeit a small one) that you’re grateful for, as it doesn’t hurt so much… not yet, at least. You adjust your grip on the bars and glance sideways at the sleeping prisoners, desperate for them to remain asleep until this is all over.

“Y’know,” Jacob starts, pushing into you slowly. “I thought you were gonna be such a burden when Joseph told me to keep you here. I thought you were gonna be just another drain on my resources. But now… Oh-ho-ho boy –” He grunts as he pushes in deeper, pushing your whole body forward. “I’m really startin’ to see the benefit of havin’ you around,” he breathes.

You allow a tear to roll down your cheek, leaving behind a wet trail on your dirty, sweaty skin as you think about what Eli and the others would think of you. What would they see if they were here, now? Another victim of Jacob Seed’s evil streak, unable to defend themselves against him? Or perhaps they’d see an ally turned traitor, jumping into bed with the enemy to save themselves from a little discomfort. You look down at your feet and let the tears fall into the dirt between them.

Jacob’s movements become increasingly harder and faster; throwing you forwards with the force of each thrust. His hands wander everywhere – grabbing onto your hips, gliding over your ribs, running up the length of your spine. They’re rough and calloused and they scratch at your soft skin as they trail over it. They eventually find their way into your hair and he twists it around his fingers, tugging hard and yanking your head backwards. “Fuck, yeah,” he says through gritted teeth. “Just like that.”

He pounds you into the bars over and over again and you begin to whimper as a familiar feeling swirls around within your stomach, turning your hands and feet numb as it threatens to spill from your lips in the form of a loud moan. You clap your hand to your mouth, stifling that moan for as long as you can before you just can’t hold it anymore.

“You wanna come?” Jacob asks, leaning in and kissing your neck. “If you wanna finish, you’re gonna have to ask for permission.”

“Fuck you,” you grunt, shaking your head, deliriously. Mind over matter, you think, trying to talk yourself down from the proverbial ledge. Just hold it in.

“What was that, sweetheart?” Jacob asks. You can hear it in his voice; the shit-eating grin that’s plastered across his wicked, self-righteous face. He’s loving every second of this and you know that if you come, he’ll never let you forget it. He’ll hold this over you for as long as you live – and you plan on living for a good few years yet.

You try your best to stand your ground, but with your orgasm getting nearer and nearer – and fearing what Jacob might do if you don’t actually ask him for permission – you bite the bullet and give in.

“Please, Jacob. Please let me come,” you beg, your breathing getting shallow and fast.

Jacob leans in and growls in your ear. “Go on, then.”

You grip the bars as tightly as possible, turning your fingers pale. “Ffffff-uck,” you cry, forcing the words out with an exhale. Your eyes roll and your legs wobble as they struggle to support your weight.

Jacob laughs behind you and he holds onto your hips for dear life, trying to prevent you from writhing around or falling to the floor. “Look at that,” he says to himself with a wide grin, leaning back to take in the view of your trembling body, quaking and convulsing – still wrapped tightly around his cock. “Ain’t that a sight for sore eyes,” he rasps, wrapping his arms around you and fucking you even harder than he has at any point in the last 10 minutes.

You rest your forehead against the cold metal bars and close your eyes, letting your body flop and be easily manipulated into whatever position Jacob wants you in.

“Fuck,” Jacob grunts to himself, quietly. “Yes, yes, yes – right there.” He gives a few more thrusts – deep and vicious – before coming inside you, shooting thick warm fluid that fills you up and drips down your thighs when he pulls out.

He steps back and admires you for a second, watching the shivering of your legs and the juddering of your shoulders as you cry, silently; still pressed against the bars of the cage.

He zips up his jeans and fastens his belt and you carefully pry your seized-up hands away from the bars and stand up straight.

“You can have a shower in the mornin’,” Jacob tells you calmly, as you slowly turn around to face him. “Wouldn’t want your legs gettin’ sticky.” You cross your arms across your chest, hoping to cover up some of your bare flesh as you stand naked in the cold midnight air.

“Th – thank you,” you pant, speaking in the meekest voice Jacob has probably ever heard.

“You’re welcome,” he says, kicking your clothes towards you. “Get dressed. You’ll freeze to death out here and I don’t wanna have to explain that one to Joseph.”

You bend down cautiously and pick up your shirt before pulling it on over your head. Jacob watches you for a few moments – a smirk still lingering on his features – before unlocking the door and stepping out of the cage. “I’ll be back to get you just before sunrise; we’ll get you showered before people start wakin’ up,” he says, closing the cage door carefully and locking it. “Get some sleep. You’ll need it for the shit I’m gonna put you through tomorrow,” he grins, shoving the keys into his jean pocket and walking away – whistling as he heads back into the main building.

You lean back against the bars and slide down until you hit the floor, throwing your head back and cursing whatever kind of God made a man like Jacob Seed.

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